Nothing Lasts Forever [A Simple Plan Story]

Chapter Three - What She Did

The next morning I woke to a headache and a partially naked David suspended in slumber next to me. Trying to get up, I covered my bare skin with the clothes that I found around me. The thought of what I had done made me want to throw up, or maybe it was the beer. It quite possibly could have been a mixture of my guilt and the hangover. With my head in my hands I slid to sit up, David shifted but still stayed asleep. His body was covered by the floor mat and much to my displeasure I could see more of him then I had wanted. I had to giggle at the sight of his socks still on. Careful not to make any sound, I covered my front with the t-shirt that David wore yesterday. It did little to help. My back sent sharp painful messages of discomfort to my brain. I tried hard to disregard the pain signals and just make it to the bathroom.

As soon as the door clicked open I was on my knees giving the food from yesterday an encore. Trying to muffle the gurgled sounds of vomit, I flushed and got to my feet. The mirror image of myself disgusted me. How could I sleep with David, how could I do that to Rhyan?

The shower was cold to my fingertips and the pipes made a lot of noise. They struggled to get warm as the cascading waterfall swirled down the drain. After a few more minutes of chilly water, it was finally warm enough to get in. Sliding the plastic shower curtain to the side, I stepped gingerly into the porcelain tub. It to was cold from the water and had a tacky texture to my feet. First I dunked my head under the water, then I stepped under the warm flowing shower. It blanketed me in warmth as the steams of water followed the curves of my body. I was in my own world when the bathroom door opened and shut. A shadow figure seemed to occupy the bathroom with me.

"Damn, this is fucking occupied Dude." I said in a hostile tone. Hopefully David would leave. Hopefully it was David. It could have been his cousin Jeff, but the shadow was short and Jeff is tall. Silently, four slender fingers curled around the shower curtain and yanked it to the side quickly. David pulled it so had that it almost ripped the plastic.

"David, damn. Its occupied."

He only smiled at me and stepped into the shower. He too was in his birthday suit, only he was proud to be the way he was. I tried clumsily to cover my body from his eyes. He only smiled and bit his lip. Slowly he pushed my hands away from my quivering flesh and ran his fingers down to the middle of my back. He pulled me closer and my lips met his. They were soft and tender, just like his kiss. His tongue massaged mine. I felt his body against mine. I felt the softness of his skin and the wetness of his hair on my cheek. I wrapped my arms around him and he slid his hand further down my body. Now with his hands on my butt , he forced me even closer to him. Now there was no telling whose body was whose.

In unison we moved. This time it was better. The feeling of the water on our skin only heightened the sensations. His hands ran all over my body as he worked. I tried hard to keep quiet as the dirtiest of all deeds swirled down the drain. He relaxed and kept my legs wrapped around him, my fingernails grated his back. He touched his forehead to mine and made one last jerk. I smiled and kissed his lips, but the euphoric feelings I had passed. When I actually looked into his eyes, those dark green eyes that held so many emotions. One of those emotions being admiration. Admiration that was meant for another. Rhyan. Oh my god, Rhyan. What have I done? I might of well have shot her in the heart, that would have hurt less.

"No, NO." I squirmed and struggled to get away from him. His eyes that showed his such high regard for me now showed confusion and annoyance. His face contorted into a disapproved look. "No more." I almost whispered.

Getting back under the water I began to wash once more. In the reflection of the shower head I saw David smirk and ,with one hand, take the soapy wash cloth and rub it together. With one hand he reached around me and rubbed the sudsy cloth on my abdomen.

"I know what you're thinking, but I don't have feelings for her anymore." David got closer to me and wrapped both arms around me. He started to move the cloth down my abs and that is when whipped around and shoved him away.

"No, we can't do this anymore. One time was to many, but twice."

"Five"

"Huh, five what do you mean five?"

"We did it five times, once in the front hallway, twice on the coffee table, once on the stairs and once in the shower. That's five."

I blushed at the facts and my whorish behavior had gotten out of hand. Also for the fact that I had sex with David five times. What was I thinking? I must have been out of my mind. But I can't blame the booze. That is the number one reason everybody goes to when they try and explain their actions about why they deceived one another the way we do. I shoved David and he stumbled backwards. He did not fall although he almost did.

"What the fuck Dyl, first you're coming on to me then you make me screw you, and now you're getting a conscience."

"I made you, I made you, I didn't make you do anything." My anger levels beginning to boil. I didn't make him do anything. He was the one who invited me into his house.

"Aw please, you were all over my junk the minute I got into the car last night. You knew that you couldn't stand to be with out you're daily injection of my hot beef." He smirked and my anger levels boiled over.

"First of all don't talk to me like that, I was not all over your junk, I was simply giving you a lift home. And Dave. Don't kid yourself with you're hot beef." I said getting in his face and getting a little bit of an attitude in the end.

"What, don't like the flava?"

"You know … did you hear that?"

"Nope." He leaned in close and tried to kiss me on the lips, but his attempt was received by a slap.

"Ah, what the-"

"SHUT UP!" I screamed.

His dark eyes grew darker as he watched me step out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and ran to the front room. As I knelt on the couch peaking through the curtains, I tried to see who the owners of the sound were, maybe it was the sound of a car driving up. But the street was quiet.

"When are your parents coming home?" I asked still trying to find the car. David, now in last night's boxers, knelt on the couch next to me. One hand on the couch and the other hand on the small of my back. I shook violently to rid his touch and he pulled his hand back with disgust.

"Look, I'm willing to give you another chance. You can have all this."

I looked him up and down. Uh nah huh. I rolled my eyes and backed off of the couch, leaving a water mark from where I knelt. Going to the place where my clothes lay. Crumpled and wrinkled they lay still and silent. I bent over gathering my garments together as David leaned into me and put two hands on my hips.

"We haven't tried this position." He said reaching to snatch the towel away from me.

"And we aren't going to." I said standing up fast and elbowing him in the side. I felt his ribs take the impact of my hit. He gasped and took a step back. I hurried and slide my underwear on. As I clasped my bra David yanked the towel away from me and held me from behind very close.

I whipped around and punched him in the face and then struggled to get my pants on. He glared at me and then threw his own shirt over his head.

"This never happened."

"Fine. It never happened."

Finally he got the message. I pulled the soft cotton of shirt over my head and left with the door slamming against the wall. He grunted and slammed it closed. I stood staring at my reflection, at the whore that looked like me. The glass must play tricks because I am not one of those girls that sleeps with my best friends boy friend where ever they may be in their relationship. What was I going to tell Rhyan. I won't tell her anything. She doesn't need to know. I don't have to tell her. It will be my dirty little secret.