More Changes in Her

I won’t describe in detail what happened the rest of the night. Brittany used me until she was too exhausted to move. She unlocked the restraints and fell asleep next to me. While she slept I grabbed a few things that I knew I didn’t want to be without. Luckily my bag from the business trip was still by the door. I grabbed it on my way out and rented a room at a hotel across town. I didn’t talk to Brittany for a week afterwards. She called me everyday leaving apologetic voice mails and texts. When I did call her I explained that we could not be together after what she did and that I would be sending movers to gather the rest of my belongings. She begged me to stay with her, to help her. I told her I couldn’t. She begged me to not tell anyone. I told her I was so humiliated that I couldn’t tell anyone.

She told me that she would start packing my things for me and that if I wanted I could pick up boxes while she was at work so I didn’t have to see her or pay for movers. Over the next few months I picked up a few boxes at a time without seeing her. Only once did I see her coming home from work as I was leaving. It was only briefly and Brit didn’t seem to have the same anger and lust in her eyes as before.

Last Friday I went to pick up a few boxes during my lunch break. I thought she would be gone, but when I let myself in, she and a girlfriend of hers from college were sitting on the sofa together. I wasn’t surprised to see Carly there and I wasn’t surprised to see that they were a little disheveled and red.

“Hi, Carly, Britta. Sorry for interrupting.” I said pausing in the doorway.

“Hi, Mel.” they called back in unison.

“No problem, Mel. This isn’t the first time you’ve caught us.” Carly giggled. I knew Carly and Britta had hooked up a lot in college and when I was away on trips. It had been a few years since they had hooked up as far as I knew. They never told me when they would be seeing each other and I think they enjoyed having me walk in on them in the act. I never joined them because Carly wasn’t into guys.

“I’m here to pick up some things. I can come back later.” Any other time they would have stopped and had drinks with me while we chatted or they would have continued fooling around and left me to my evening routine. It was a little awkward for me now that Britta and I split up.

“Mel, don’t worry about it. I’ll help you if you need. We’re still friends right?” Carly asked.

Carly followed me into the bedroom where all of my things were neatly packed and labeled against the wall.