Love Isn't Always Fair

I bit down on a homemade chocolate chip cookie that my mom made for me and Chris. She invited him to spend the night, and he gladly accepted the offer. He went to his house to get things I needed, you know clothes, bookbag, etc.

My mom has been extra nice to him lately, I told her about what had happened between us, that I was leaving Ashley for him. But I couldn't help but feel extremely bad for Ashley. I mean we just had sex, and I know we both felt something spark between us. But I hurt Chris really bad, he told me he was disappointed in me. It scared me to death... I thought I was gonna lose him. Ashley was going to be hurt when I break the news to him tomorrow. It made me feel like shit.

"You alright?" Chris asked, grabbing my hand from across the table.

I looked up at him. "Yeah."

"Andy, you're off in another world. What's bothering you?" my mom wondered. And a mom knows her son best, Christ.

I sighed. "Well, Chris, I told my mom about what's going on between us. I hope you don't mind."

He looked at me and my mom, and smiled. "No, not at all. But what's the problem?"

"It's just, I feel so bad for Ashley," I sighed and looked down onto the ground. "He's gonna be so heart broken."

Chris shook my hand, grabbing my attention. "Hey, he'll be fine. Plus I have a friend I can hook him up with."

"Really? Who?" I smiled. Ashley deserves the best, someone better than me.

Chris smiled at me. "His name is Ricky. I think you've seen him before, he sits at our lunch table."

"Oh yeah, the other guy with blue eyes, right?" I asked. I'm pretty sure I knew who he was talking about.

He nodded. "That's him."

I gained a little hope for Ashley's sake. Ricky looks a little bit like me, blue eyes, black hair, but he's a lot shorter than I am. He is cute so maybe he'll be able to move on with him. Me and Chris needed to get into a relationship already, I was getting really impatient.

Finishing up the cookies and the small talk we made, me and Chris headed upstairs to my room. Once we got there, I couldn't help but notice how messy my bed was from before. Ashley must have fucked me harder than I can remember, I was still limping a bit. I just needed a massage.

Maybe Chris will give me one.

I turned around, facing my soon to be lover. "Hey babe?"

"Yeah?" he said as he looked at me.

I smirked, walking toward him. I placed my arms around his neck and I wrapped my gazelle legs around his waist. "I love yooou."

He placed his hands up on my thighs to support me. "What do you want? I've known you long enough to know you want something when you act like this."

"Can you give me a massage?" I pouted and stuck my bottom lip out.

He smiled, nodding his head. "Of course I will."

Chris laid me down on my bed, taking my shirt off in the process. He strattled my waist and looked down at me.

"Andy, I love you so much," he smiled, leaning down to kiss me.

I kissed his triple pierced lips, slightly tugging on his middle one. "I love you too Chris."

I couldn't deny that I was getting horny, my lover was on top of me. He ran his hands down my sides, making me shiver underneath him. I wanted him to make love with me. I wanted to feel him.

"I want you," I said seductively.

He smirked at me. "As much as I want to, I think our first time should be special."

"Babe," I whined. "Please."

Chris moved off me, turning me onto my stomach. He started massaging my lower back and I felt like I was in heaven. My muscles were getting less tense, I felt more relaxed.

I moaned. "Baby."

He hummed in response. He moved into a circular motion and it felt even better. I felt like this was his way of showing me love, and I actually liked the fact that he wanted our first time to be special. He's not a virgin and neither am I, but I've only been with one person. He's been with 3 but I didn't mind. He's just more experienced than I am.

"It feels so fucking good," I groaned.

He chuckled. "Close your eyes, relax."

I obeyed Chris' orders and soon fell asleep.

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Tomorrow morning at school.

Me and Chris walked (well I was still limping) through the double doors of our school. Today was the day I had to break it off with Ashley and honestly, I just wanted to kiss him one more time...

What am I going to do?

We finally reached my locker and I saw Ashley waiting close by. When we locked eyes together, he walked up to me. He had a concerned look on his face.

"Andy, can I talk to you?" he asked.

I swallowed the saliva I had in my mouth. "Yeah."

He grabbed my arm and took me off to another direction. I looked back at Chris, he seemed a little angry. But it will all be over after this.

Ashley opened the doors to the courtyard and we took a seat down on the bench. Luckily there was no one else out here. He took his hand in mine and looked into my eyes.

"How are you feeling? I saw you limping," he spoke up.

I sighed. "My ass is sore and I have bruises everywhere. But I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it?" he asked, rubbing small circles into my hand.

He was making this so much harder than it should be. And to make it all better, it started to rain outside. Well, here goes nothing. "Ashley, I'm really sorry. You're an amazing person, and I think you deserve the best. We need to break up."

"Andy, n-no. Y-you can't do that to me," he stuttered, and the tears started falling down his face. "Y-you said you loved me."

I grabbed his hands in mine again to calm him down a bit. "Ashley, please understand."

"Understand what, Andy? You tell me you love me and the next day you want to break up? It doesn't make any sense! What did I do to deserve this?" he started sobbing.

Good fucking job, Andy.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and I pulled him closer to me. "Ashley, everything's going to be alright. I do love you but you deserve so much better than me. You can do better than me."

"You're perfect," he choked out. "You don't fucking understand what it's like to have so many insecurities. I'll never be good enough for anyone. No one could ever love me."

I sighed, understanding what he was talking about. I used to be really insecure until Chris helped me out. "Ashley, listen to me. You're beautiful, okay? I'm no where near perfect... in fact I'm the opposite."

"Then why are you breaking up with me?" he asked.

I'm in such a bad situation.