A nasty breakup

"Why would you say something like that?!" Alison yelled.

"Because you wanted me to be honest!" you replied.

"You just don't say something like that to your girlfriend, you fucking idiot!" she said.

"Well, which one do you want? Honesty or lies?" you retorted, "because you're being too fucking confusing!"

"Well, I'd appreciate the truth for once, as you never told me you fucked my mom!" Alison screamed.

"Yeah? Well, maybe I should go back to fucking her, because at least she makes me feel like I'm welcome!" you replied. Alison's face, filled with rage, was like a mask. For a few seconds her expression was completely impassive.

"Get out" she said, her tone suddenly as cold as ice.

"You're making a big deal -" you started, but were interrupted by a screamed "Get out!"

You didn't say a thing, you just went into the bedroom. Taking one of Alison's gym bags you stuffed it full of your things before walking past her, not saying another word. Alison had raged against you the entire time, but you hadn't responded, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. It was only when you were in your car and driving away from your ex-girlfriend's apartment that you had no idea how she knew you'd lost your virginity to her mother.

Because it was late you had no desire to drive home. When you checked the clock you saw it was 11. That would mean you'd get home early in the morning. Not wanting to do that you set out to find a motel to spend the night. Your blood was still up but by the time you sat down on the bed of your crappy motel room it was all gone. All that remained was regret. Would Alison take you back? You decided to text Samantha, her best friend. You'd always gotten along with Sam. Maybe she could mediate. A little later Samantha called you.

"I had a feeling you'd call me" she said. "I'm sorry about what happened."

"Thanks" you replied,"me too."

"Listen, I don't think Alison's going to take you back after this. I mean, come on, you slept with her mom" Samantha told you.

"Yeah. I know" you said. It was as simple as that. You had fucked up years ago when you slept with Laura, Alison's mother. But what could you have done? You were a horny teen and Laura was a gorgeous woman. When she'd offered to teach you how to please her daughter, how could you have refused? That would have taken willpower you didn't have back then. You doubted you had it now.

"Want me to come over? Alison's gone to her mom and even though you fucked up I feel kinda sorry for you" Samantha said. This you hadn't expected. "I mean, you're pretty much alone out here."

"Sure" you said, anything but sure of this. What was going on?

"Where are you now?" Samantha asked. You gave her the name of the motel, which she said she could find. You said goodbye and hung up, wondering what you'd gotten yourself into now. Would Sam continue the shouting on behalf of Alison?

When you let her in you were tense, to say the least. Samantha noticed immediately as she walked into your room.

"Wow, you're really at rock bottom, huh?" she said. It was true. This was the only motel that'd had a vacancy and it was shit. Your body language must have conveyed the same as the shitty room.

"Yeah, I guess so. Thanks for coming over. I appreciate it" you told her as you offered her one of the two chairs available, chairs that fit with the rest of the theme of crappy and cheap.

"Don't worry about it" Samantha said, "I felt sorry for you."

"Geez, so all I got to do to get some attention is to get dumped, huh?" you said. Even in despondency your wit was as ascerbic as ever.

"Yeah, I suppose so. Want me to get with you so you can get dumped again? You know, for attention?" Samantha joked. This took you by surprise. You hadn't known Samantha to joke around like that.

"I mean, you're really attractive, so why not?" you said. It was a joke but Samantha blushed. That was more like her. She muttered something under her breath you couldn't quite make out. It was then that she said something that was most unlike her.

"Listen, I can tell you're tense so maybe I could give you a massage" she said.

"Excuse me, what?" you asked.

"Oh, sure. I've been taking classes. I'm still not sure if I want to go on in culinary school" she said, "so I've been diversifying. Just let me help you out" she said.

"You don't really have to do that" you said, feeling a little uncomfortable. What if this turned into something more? That would certainly stop any chances of getting back together with Alison. But what if it led somewhere with Samantha? You shook your head. Samantha seemed to take it as reinforcement of your decline.

"Come on, don't be weird. It's not like anything will happen. What do you think this is? A porno?" Samantha said. You laughed. "See?" she said, "you can still laugh. It's not that bad. You'll get over this, I know it. Now get naked!"