"Ah…ah…ah, God Bella!" Scott said as he pounded me furiously. I was on my hands and knees and he was behind me, his hands running up and down my back. My hair fell over my shoulders and he groaned at the sensation.

Scott was a first-timer for me. We met at the adult bookstore. He had been spending most of his day watching porn and I ran in to buy a vibrator for a bachelorette party I was attending the next weekend. When we met, he was looking at new films. I told him that I would rock his world and before I knew it, we were in the hotel across the street. He told me he only fucked doggie-style and there we were. I was actually glad that he couldn't really reach my breasts as I didn't want someone like him touching them.

"Scott, you feel great," I encouraged him. It was a lie. He felt good, but not great. But I wasn't about to pass up this chance; so I said what he wanted to hear. I knew I wouldn't get off, my plan was to fake it. I have done this before; generally with Cameron. His grunting increased and he gripped my hips. His thrusting started coming faster and faster, so fast I thought my ass would be bruised from the abuse. He gave one last groan and then he stilled. I closed my eyes, happy that he had a condom on. I didn't want to think about his cum inside me. Disgusting.

Scott was a college student; about twenty. I didn't know much about him as all I wanted was a fuck and fast! It had been three weeks since Jacob and I was going nuts! My vagina was screaming at the lack of contact. Upon seeing Scott, I knew I had my option.

Scott had just gotten together with his girlfriend. He wanted to take things slow with her because she had been through a lot and he really cared about her. He did this without realizing what this would mean for him. For a college student to go awhile without sex was like the sun not shining for a week. It was unheard of. It was the apocalypse.

Scott was not that experienced. I figured like Jacob, he could be a fun student. He wasn't. But I taught him a few things and he was eager to learn. It didn't surprise me that he didn't take long to get off; he'd been aching for this for awhile.

I crawled forward and sat on the bed. Scott kicked his legs out in front of him and looked at me. "That was a great lesson, Bella." He grinned at me. "So, if things go slowly with Angie, can I get some more tips?"

I plastered a smile on my face. Hell no, I thought. "Sure. Remember that when it's a woman you really care about, she needs to be the focus. You can't be selfish. It's her pleasure that you need to concentrate on. And vice versa." I got off the bed and slipped my panties on. He watched me as I hooked my bra.

"But that didn't happen with you," he said. I turned to him. "I'm the teacher, you're the student. Plus, you don't care about me the way you care about her. I wouldn't expect you to look out for me. With casual sex, each person is looking for his or her own pleasure. Fuck everyone else!" He laughed at my words.

I finished getting dressed. I had chosen a flirty outfit in case I met someone. I put on my lilac tank top with spaghetti straps, charcoal colored skinny jeans and black stiletto heels. I pulled my hair back into a messy bun with some of it sweeping down on my neck. I licked my lips and added lip gloss. Scott watched me the whole time.

"You're really hot," Scott told me. I turned around and smiled at him. "What's your story?" he asked me. I looked at him in the mirror. "What story?" I asked casually. He got up and put on his boxers. "We all have stories, Bella. I told you mine. What's yours?" I put the lip gloss in my bag and turned around. I didn't want to tell him everything, but he did tell me his story. I figured I'd paraphrase.

"I had a boyfriend who broke my heart," I told him. Scott turned and looked at me. His eyes told me to continue. "He left me when he moved with his family. That was four years ago and I've never recovered. I don't know if I will, Scott. He meant a lot to me." I sat down on the bed.

He came over and sat next to me. He took my hand. "I'm sorry he hurt you," he said. I shrugged. "That was four years ago; a lot of things have changed since then. I am not the same person I was then. I've grown up and graduated college. I am an independent woman responsible for myself. When I sleep with someone," I said, stroking his cheek, "it is my decision and my choice. If I make a mistake, it is up to me to deal with it."

He squeezed mine. "I understand," he said. Then he smiled. "Again, I'm sorry that he hurt you. You seem like a great woman and you're fantastic in bed. I'm sure he misses that."

I smirked. We never did sleep together, I thought. He doesn't know what he's missing…if anything. Since I wasn't good enough for him, maybe I wouldn't have been in bed either. Maybe if we HAD had sex that would have driven him away sooner.

"Thanks, Scott," I said. I stood up and gave him a hug.

"Thank you, Bella," he said. He took my hand again and patted it. "I hope you find that right guy," he said. I nodded. "I hope things work out with you and Angie. If you need any more practice, let me know," I said with a small smile. Although I won't help you, I know someone who might.

We left the hotel together and went our separate ways. I climbed into my car and threw my purse on the passenger's seat. It hit the bag that was already there and the contents spilled out. I smirked as I saw the vibrator roll to the floor.

I turned the radio on as I drove home. Clair de Lune started playing. I looked down at the radio and scowled. Why is this on a hard rock station? I wondered. I started scanning stations until I found rap. I'm not a rap fan, but it was better than nothing. I started tapping my foot to Eminem's Slim Shady and turned the volume up.

I tried not to let Clair de Lune bother me. It was, after all, a song that had been around longer than he was. It was a beautiful song, but I didn't have to listen to it. Eminem's song ended and I turned the volume down a bit. I was about a block from my building when Clair de Lune started playing again.

No way in hell! I thought. This is a RAP station! I decided to just turn the radio off. Upon arriving home, I parked the car and started heading inside. My neighbor's dog, Sonny, was barking at me again. I glared at him. I live in a duplex with a nice renter on the other side. His dog, however, was another story. It was a Jack Russell and I'm guessing was just bored. I stopped and watched him. He was barking, growling and bouncing up and down. What's his problem? I thought. He didn't bark at me when I left but he was outside…I think. Could Scott's smell have somehow rubbed off on me and it's unpleasant for him? Just to be on the safe side, I jumped in the shower once inside.

The warm water felt good and I remained until my skin started getting wrinkly. I took a new, fluffy towel out of the closet and wrapped myself in it. I walked into my bedroom and froze.

I blinked. I blinked again. I blinked again rapidly. I'm seeing things, I thought. He's not here. Just because it LOOKS like he's standing there, he's not. It's not him. It CAN'T be; it's a hallucination. I continued to stare at the form in front of me. It slowly turned to face me. I saw its golden eyes widen and slowly rake down my body. I realized I was still in my towel. The hallucination's eyes stopped at my legs. Then they slowly worked their way back up. It smiled.

"You're not real," I told it. It continued to smile at me. "You're not here. I'm going to get dressed and get ready for work tomorrow. You are not here; I'm imagining you. You left me and didn't come back. Why would you now?" Those last sentences were laced with venom. The hallucination's smile remained.

I walked to my dresser and pulled out my pajamas. Actually, it was a tee-shirt and lounge pants, but it was comfortable. I threw them on the bed and unhooked the towel. It fell to the floor. I looked behind me. The hallucination was gone.

Of course, I thought. I put my pajamas on and left the bedroom. I spent the rest of the day in front of my computer, preparing for the presentation tomorrow. Although we were an agency, we were trying new ways of advertising. My job was to show how effective we were. I put everything on my jump drive and placed it in my purse. The presentation was in the afternoon and I would print everything in the morning. I heard Sonny barking again and rolled my eyes. That dog is so annoying.

At the end of the evening, I unmade my bed and stepped in a damp spot. I looked down and gasped. I went into the bathroom and saw my towel hanging on the rack, partly dry.

I had not moved it off the floor.