“You’ll like this one.” Krew winked with a mouthful of fries. His eyes conveyed the same sentiment Regina held in hers. Pure excitement.
A blast of frigid water shocked me back into reality. After shutting the shower off, I got out, stepped onto the mat and wrapped a thin towel around my waist.
I stood there, eyes closed, water dripping from my hair onto my chest, remembering the kisses I had received later that day—innocent ones from Regina and not-so-innocent, hungry kisses from Krew. That was the last birthday I celebrated with my best friends. Nothing in my life had compared to those moments of bliss.
Then the image of her at the underground fight slipped into my mind. She was still so beautiful—more so now, if I was being honest. Her hair was no longer blonde, or long. It leaned toward darker brown, with a hint of red under the industrial lights that hung high in the building.
She had also filled out, and just thinking about that brought my dick to life.
Imagining what was under her slinky, black dress had my dick at full mast. There was no chance of the thin cotton towel around my waist being able to hold down my rigid shaft. I dropped it, spread my legs slightly apart, and ran my palm along my length.
Then Krew—my best friend—my ex-lover, swirled into my thoughts and I swallowed the lust that man always brought out in me. Even to this day.
He was still insanely gorgeous, with an ass—Fuck. I wrapped my fingers around my girth, squeezed and a moan escaped past my lips. Between the real, heady sensation of my hand around my cock and the memory of the night I took Krew’s virginity—how he let me claim him as mine, this was going to be quick.
But I didn’t want to be a two-pump chump, I squeezed my dick at the base, held it tight, and then repeatedly thrust my hips, gliding the shaft through my fisted hand. I groaned out in pleasure as I drove myself higher. As predicted, it didn’t take long for me to spill my seed. With a low grunt, I came quick and hard.
The euphoria lasted about five seconds until I caught my reflection in the mirror and— “Jesus Christ.” I scrubbed my clean hand over my face. What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t afford to think about the past. Or what could have been. I wasn’t that Decker anymore. He died long ago with the first bullet I shot that had killed someone.
My shoulders slumped with the realization that I wasn’t good for anyone, especially for Regina or Krew. And the evil things I’d done—no way I could bring that baggage into their lives. I didn’t want to linger on my festering emotions, so I washed my hands, wiped my dick, and cleaned up the jizz on the floor.
I stepped out of the bathroom and stilled when I recognized the sound. My old cell phone was pinging.
A slow smile crept across my face as I stepped closer to the bed. I glanced down at the screen as eagerness tore through my gut. Only one person would be blowing up my phone with text messages.
“Son of a bitch,” I chuckled.
I unlocked the phone. The texts were all from the same number.
I shook my head as a smile split wide across my face. He couldn’t listen to save his life—not back then, and apparently not now. My eyes began to sting, knowing that we might have been apart all this time, but he still remembered my old number.
Krew: It’s me… Krew.
Krew: I know you told me not to follow you, but you never said I couldn’t call. I chanced it and tried your old number, and it worked. Well… I hope this is you. Call me.
I chuckled. “Christ. He hasn’t changed.” Elation thrummed through me. “Krew.” His name fell from my lips like a wish.
Krew: Damn it, Deck. Call me. Text me. I don’t give a fuck how you do it. I’m pacing my ass off worrying about you. CALL ME!!
I wasn’t going to answer, but as I pictured him marching back and forth, frantically talking to himself, ready to do something stupid, I changed my mind.
Me: I’m good.
It was all I was willing to give him. Then I shut off the phone, dropped it onto the bed, and let my mind wander to the past again. The day I’d had with Regina and Krew in our private spot at the Honey Pot. Then that night, when I had been with Krew, and how we had explored with our mouths, our bodies, and our dicks.
There was only one way to cure the lust churning in my groin again. I grabbed a lube packet from my wallet, and slicked up my cock.
I stroked myself until there was nothing left in my balls. My body was physically satisfied. But my heart? My soul? They still wanted Krew and Regina.
I’d reconciled to the idea that the wish I had made long ago, that Regina, Krew and I would live together in bliss somewhere outside the narrow-minded town of Elida, was just that, a wish that would never come true.
But maybe… Maybe my luck was changing.
Regina’s Diary
June 10th, 2011
Dear Diary,
