Today begins like any other day, I wake up at 5:45, turn off my alarm clock and go back to sleep. Then my phone goes off at 6:00 and I have up, say my prayers and go into the bathroom. I pissed, took my shower, shaved, etc. Then it all began, I go back to my room, waking my dad. As I’m getting dressed, I notice I have a message. At first I think it’s from my girlfriend because today is our first anniversary. But this is from my ex-girlfriend, she asks me to come by her place earlier than usual because she has something for me. We had something a while ago, but we agreed that it had to end because we were not ready for the next step. I can’t decide whether I should go over to her house or not. Last time I was over there, there was a lot of sexual tension, but we didn’t do anything and I don’t want a repeat performance where I have to walk with her all the way to where ever it is she wants to go while trying to hide a raging hard-on. Something about her message makes me think that today will be different than any other day. In her message, my ex-girlfriend said something about running out to the pharmacy and having her house to herself. I throw on my favorite pair of boxers, my basketball shorts, some jeans, a pair of socks, my Timberland™ boots, an undershirt and a casual button-down. My ex and my current girlfriend are best friends and are always at each other’s houses, but right now I’m not thinking about that very much. All I care about is finding out what’s going on with my ex-girlfriend. I live about 3 miles away from her, but I promise I’ll get over there as quickly as possible, she tells me to bring some things with me that she had left at my house when we were still going out. It’s been so long since I last looked at that bag, so I don’t remember what’s in it. While I’m walking to her house, my phone rings. I can tell by the ringer that it’s my girlfriend. I don’t know whether to answer it or let it go to voicemail. I answer it because if I don’t, she’ll know something’s going on. “Hey honey, what’s up?” “Nothing much, thinking of you. I’ll see you at the bus stop?” “Nah, I’m taking today off.” “Ok, we’ll I’ll see you later then, bye.” I feel horrible for not telling her where I’m going and who I’m going to be with, almost bad enough to not go over to my ex’s house. I call up a bunch of my friends and tell them that I’m not going to be available to hang out today and to cover for me if anyone asks about where I am. I already called the office and told them I won’t be in today, but they will probably ask my friends about where I am and how I’m doing. I tell them that I need them to go in today because if we’re all out it’ll raise suspicions. I go to the pharmacy to grab some condoms like I was planning on doing after I got out the shower. While I’m there, I call my ex to ask if she wants me to pick anything up for her. “Nope, I’ve got everything I need, just hurry over here.” I know I shouldn’t be going to her house, but it’s not something I care to beat myself up about. No one will know what happens today. I get to her house and see that there are two cars outside. I recognize one as being hers and the other I don’t know. I don’t pay much mind to it; there are more important things right now. I ring the bell and she comes to the door in one of my old t-shirts, a pair of flip-flops, and the jeans I bought her for our last anniversary when we were still together. She grabs me by the hand and hurries me inside. Once the door is shut we start making out like we used to. She’s unbuttoning my shirt and I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra because I feel her breasts against my chest. We move to the couch and I finish taking my shirt off and throw it to the ground. She is too impatient to wait for me to take hers off and does it herself. Her perfect breasts jiggle as they are released from the fabric.