2Once A Whore She's Nothing More
He knew it was wrong.
So wrong.
But he couldn't contral his feelings for her. He tried to push it back in his head and kept telling himself it was just a silly little crush. But he knew it was love. That's right, he loved her. And it hurt to know that she didn't love him back. He was just her fuck buddy when her husband was on a busness trip are she was bored. & she was just a whore, a whore that he loved. Afterall he wasn't the only fuck buddy she had.
It all started at the coffee shop a few blocks away his apartment. He came in to get some coffee then head off to works and that was where he had spotted her. The beautiful girl with the sliky long blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. She was sitting at one of the tables drinking her coffee. She was like an angel.
He ordered his coffee and walked over to her table. As his footsteps got closer she lifted her head from the newpaper she was reading to face him.
'Hi um, could I sit here' was all he said which she replied with a smile and sure before looking back at the newspaper in front of her. She looked so perfect.
Looks could be so deciving.
As he pulled out the wooden chair and took a seat down on the hard wood he placed his coffee down on the table shakily spilling a small amount of the content on the table.
'Sorry' he replied nevously taking a napkin and cleaning the mess.
She laughed. 'It's okay a little clumsy are we' She answered rasing one of her perfect eyebrows.
He tried smiling back but he failed miserabaly making his lips look scary. He was just so embaressed.
'Well since you're sitting here and you same a little nervous how about we talk a bit to calm you down', she said her perfect lips in a smile.
'I'm Novella', she said rasing one of her hands to him.
She was wearing a pink mini-skirt witha pink tank top that had the words Princess written across in what appeared to be glitter.
Everything about her pretty much screamed whore but he didn't notice.
'Raleigh' he replied back taking his hand and connecting it with her. Butterflies started to fill up in his stomach and a blush crepted onto his cheeks.
Thats how it started. He didn't know why but that day he got enough coruge to ask her out and suprisly she said yes. He felt like the luckiest man alive.
On their first date they went to a fancy restrunt near her house and on that very same night afterwords they both went into his apartment dripping wet. He knew he should of brought a umbrella. And on that same night they had sex for the first time.
I can keep a secret if you can keep me guessing,
The flavor of your lips is enough to keep me pressing,
for more than just a moment of truth between the lies told,
to pull ourselves away from the lives we leave back home...
I can keep a secret if you can keep me guessing,
The flavor of your lips is enough to keep me here...
They went out for three months before she decided to tell him that she had a husband. A fucking husband. When she told him the news he knew he should just beak up with her now but he didn't, he couldn't. He loved her. And he hated loving her because he knew she would never love him/ He was just her fuck buddy.
Their relationship never did consist of talking and having fun going to movies with each other and holding hands. All they ever did was fuck and then she would leave. Grab her clothes and walk out the door until tomorrow.
When it all comes down,
to a sunrise on the east side,
will you be there to carry home,
the remains of my wasted youth,
this wasted time on you
has left me shaking in waiting,
for something more.