Being the "other woman" wasn't something I was particularly proud of. I knew it was dirty and immoral and wrong, but was it my fault that Link Larkin would come to me, begging me to fuck him because his whale of a girlfriend wouldn't? No, it wasn't. He was the one initiated it after all; he was the one who was cheating. I just happened to take advantage of the situation, I am only human. Some people would say I was a slut, but I didn't care, I had been called worse. In a way I felt I was doing a good deed, helping out a friend in need. And there was just so irresistible about the way he begged, I just couldn't turn him away.
At first I thought it was only going to be a one-time thing. He hadn't been laid in two months and he wouldn't stop bitching about it, so I decided to give in and help him out. But one time led to another, and then another, and then another, until we were sleeping together every weekend. We didn't even have sex that much when we were dating. It became like an addiction. I began to crave him.
He would sneak in my bedroom window every Saturday night and we would fuck until dawn. I loved everything about it. I loved how he would kiss my neck, how he would touch almost every inch of my body, how he would moan my name, how he would hold me afterward. And the fact that he knew my mother was in the other room and could walk in at any moment made it even better. It just felt so dirty that it seemed to heighten the pleasure. Sometimes he would even tell me he loved me, and for a second I would believe him.
It was when I started feeling the cold stab of jealousy when I saw him with Tracy at school that I knew I was in too deep. I had let my addiction turn into actual feelings. I knew I had to end it; I wasn't going to go through the process of getting over him all over again. So one night when he snuck into my window and started touching me and kissing me, I reluctantly pushed him away. He looked confused as I explained everything to him, and when I was finished he just smiled.
"Amber," he chuckled. "Baby I think you're confusing lust with love." I sighed. I knew that wasn't true, I wasn't a complete idiot, but I decided not to fight it. It was never going to be like it used to be between us. We would never cuddle up together on the couch to watch a movie, or whisper sweet nothings into each others ears as we walked down the hallway at school, or fall asleep in each others arms after a long night of just talking and kissing. We would never even make love again, it was all fucking from here on out. Mindless fucking.
Usually I wouldn't let something like this bother me, but with him it was different. He wasn't just some guy who was using me. He was Link Larkin, and everything about him was perfect. His full pink lips, his silky smooth voice, those blue eyes that I seemed to melt into every time I looked at him, and his overall sweetness. I wasn't addicted to him, I loved him, but he would never love me back.
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