Meeting up with Jamie

{if confessed=true} The entire Saturday was spent in agony, waiting for Jaime. I would give him time, and leave the decision to him of when to contact me. In the meantime I was left alone with my guilty conscience. I kept running the events of that night through my mind, analyzing in detail what I could have done differently at every turn. I was a complete mess.

Jessica noticed the state I was in of course, but I was unable to explain to her why. Instead she took care of me as best she could. She canceled her plans for the day, brewed me a big cup of tea and found a cooking competition show for us to binge. I barely followed what happened on the screen, but I was thankful for the effort and the brief distraction, no matter how small. My thoughts kept returning to the look of hurt and confusion I had inflicted on Jamie's handsome face. {endif}

{if blowjob=true}Saturday evening, I got a message. {if confessed=true} Racing to unlock my phone, I was disappointed as I saw the name of the sender. {endif}

Pussy Pounder: Had a great time last night! Hope to meet up again for more fun soon! (eggplant emoji)

The asshole had added himself as a contact on my phone! Looking up at the thread history my heart sank. He had taken two pictures of me with my phone, and apparently he had sent them to himself. I looked obscene in the pictures. My lips were wrapped around his grotesquely large cock. My eyes looking up in surprise, tears running down my cheeks. His hands grasping a fist of my hair, holding me firm. My face covered in cum in the second picture.

I struggled to breathe, sweat was running cold down my back. Getting control of my breathing, I swiftly deleted the pictures and was about to delete the contact. Thinking better of it, I instead renamed it to Douche. At least that way I would know when he tried to contact me. {endif}

{if confessed=true}Sunday was spent alternately waiting for Jamie, and dreading what Brandon might do with my picture. Late in the afternoon I jumped out of the couch as I heard my phone ding. With shaking hands I picked it up, and read the message I had received from Jamie. He wanted to meet up and talk...

We took a walk together in a nearby park. Strolling side by side in silence, the tension in the air was palpable. Jamie looked calm, if a bit sad, like he had come to a conclusion. My heart was hammering, a deep feeling of dread had taken root in me, but I dared not to say the first word.

"You hurt me deeply," he whispered braking the silence. "But I still love you. I spent all of yesterday seeing if I could find it in my heart to forgive you." He looked up into the sky as he said this, deep in thought. "Can I trust that something like this will never happen again?"

"Never!" I said resolutely. "I did something unforgivable, but if you are willing to do so I will never betray you again."

I believed it completely as I said it. Jamie was the best thing that had ever happened to me, I had foolishly, cruelly almost throwns that away. If he would take me back I would be forever faithful, of that I was certain.

"I still trust you," he said with a sad smile. "That's the amazing thing about this. I must look such a fool right now. But you did confess what had happened to me right away, so I believe you when you say it will not happen again"

His hand found mine, and we walked like this for a long time. Hand in hand, this fragile truce between us somehow in place. It felt like it could break from just a stiff breeze. My heart ached with love and guilt.

We ended up at his dorm room, fully clothed in bed, embracing each other. As we drifted into sleep I swore to myself I would never loose him like this again.

(Suspicion +20%)

{else} On Sunday I met up Jamie. We ended up spending the entire evening in his room, binge watching an old campy sci-fi show. There was nothing else I wanted to do on a night like this. Sitting on the couch, leaning into him, watching silly shows together. When we were like this I could forget everything else, like stupid douchebags with their infuriating smug smiles. {if followed=true} And their obscene cocks...{endif}{endif}