What If

Did I expect her to continue writing me on a daily basis? No, not really. I liked that she did that, but it was too much to require of anyone. However, I certainly didn’t expect her to give up so close to the finish line.



Graduation was approaching. Today, my parents and Lacey would arrive. Tomorrow they’d watch and congratulate me for making it through the strenuous thirteen weeks. I hadn’t heard from Briar since our phone call. We were both bull-headed and easily angered, but she was, clearly, in the wrong. Yet no letters came. No emails, no messages on any of the social networking sites I belonged to, nothing. The connection between us was silent, empty, mute, broken.

I didn’t give up hoping that she’d still be here tomorrow. Our relationship had its ups and downs. There were times when my feelings blurred the line between friendship and more, but we always made it through. She was the one consistency that never wavered. She would be there; she had to be. Because if she wasn’t there, my future looked bleak and desolate.



My family arrived in time for dinner. Lacey jumped out of my parent’s car and sprinted towards me when she saw me walking towards them. She flung her body into me, and I caught her. She was a pretty sight to behold. I’d been around a bunch of sweaty, dirty guys for weeks. Yeah, they were my friends, but having a girl like Lacey to look at and touch was certainly welcomed by the painfully large bulge pressing against the seam of my pants.

I had two different pictures of Briar which I carried with me during boot camp. One was a senior picture that she had professionally taken. She was lying on her back in some field in the middle of nowhere, and the camera captured her laughing and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. It was my favorite picture. She hated it, naturally. And then I had another one of her and I leaning against my truck. We must’ve been talking, but all you could see was me looking down, her looking up, and both of us smiling. My buddy Liam took it and sent a copy to my email with a remark similar to, “Hmm… you sure you’re dating Darcy?” He’s the only guy who knew my feelings for Briar, and it wasn’t because I openly told him. He’s just that damn good at reading people.

I had one picture of Lacey. She sent it to me in one of her letters and let’s just say… it wasn’t for the public eye.

She jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist and kissing me passionately, which was a little uncomfortable with my parents standing a few feet away. But whatever - if she wanted to kiss, we’d kiss. At least she’d written me a letter each week and never stopped that communication.



Lacey was one of those outgoing girls who could get along with just about anyone. She spoke loud and laughed even louder. She won over my parents easily enough, and then when she started meeting my friends from camp, they were all enamored with her. I posed for what felt like a million different pictures that she wanted to take with her phone. She squealed excitedly when she liked the pictures of her and me and quickly deleted the ones she hated. We even took those pictures that everyone hates to see on their public newsfeed. You know, of couples constantly kissing… that was us.

“Kiss me!” she’d say with enough energy to power one hundred different energizer rabbits.

“Haven’t we already taken ten different pictures like that?” I asked.

“One more?” she pouted.

“One. Then enough pictures,” I finally said, tired of the constant snapping sound her smart phone would make.

It wasn’t until days later that I realized she was uploading every single one of those pictures on to her online page and tagging me in every last one of them.

I got to stay in the hotel room with her that night. My parents didn’t even question it or throw a fit; their moral compass was broken when it came to women and me. Mom and dad had a room a couple doors down from us. Part of my mind was still stuck on Briar and beginning to freak out about her not being there already. If she were coming, she would’ve already made it, right? But I was still a guy, so when Lacey stripped off her clothes in a show geared only towards me, my mind went elsewhere. I watched, sitting in the wooden seat that went with the small desk in our room, as she undressed until she was completely nude. She tiptoed over to me, got down on her knees, and went to work on edging my pants down to my knees. Her tongue dipped out and licked the top of my dick. Throwing my head back, I relished in letting out the pent up sexual tension. I grabbed a fistful of her bright, blonde hair in my hand and pushed her mouth down until she accepted the majority of my thick length into her throat. Knowing I wasn’t going to last since it’d been weeks since I was inside of her, I only let her move her mouth around me a couple more times before I pulled her up.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I said as I grabbed her thighs and pulled her towards my lap.

“That’s the point,” she teased and flipped her hair over her left shoulder.

I trailed the fingers of my left hand up the inside of her thigh until I reached her *. I split her lower lips apart and plunged two fingers inside of her. Her eyes closed with a moan.

I removed my hands from her skin.

“Come here,” I said. Foreplay was good when you wanted to take your time. But I was ready to come, and she was wet and ready for me to slide into.

She complied, each of her legs taking their places on either side of the chair. Then she grabbed my stiff dick, placed it at her opening, and glided me inside of her as she sat down on my lap. She moved up and down in a slow rhythm. I took her waist in both my hands and sped her up while rolling my hips in a way that made my pelvis hit her clit. She was getting close, and I was about ready to burst. Her legs quaked when I reached down and rubbed at her sensitive nerves. She came with my name on her lips, and I finished two pumps later.

She slipped into our full sized bed, and I followed. After the high of getting laid wore off, my thoughts went back to Briar and wondering if she was honestly out of my life for good.

Lacey fell asleep after an hour of watching the fuzzy television, but I laid on the lumpy mattress not able to rest. I ran a hand down my face out of pure irritation. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about Briar even when I had a girl who was clearly crazy about me, right here, ready and willing to take this shit to the next level?



Fortunately, I found a plane leaving for my destination right on time. I wasn’t going to go to Arrow’s graduation because I wanted to make a point that I wouldn’t let him bully me. Lying in bed last night, looking up at my bedroom ceiling covered in that horrible popcorn paint that was popular in the seventies, I felt sick to my stomach with the decision. At five in the morning, I couldn’t sit still any longer. I’d lay it into him when I saw him for talking to me the way he did on the phone, but there was no way in hell I would miss out on the chance to see him after thirteen weeks, especially on such an important day. I called Killian, waking him up, and explained what I needed him to do. He didn’t make me feel bad for wanting to see Arrow. He told me he would be over in ten minutes. He picked me up, drove me to the airport, and told me to call him with the details of my flight.

I got lucky; there was one seat left, but it wasn’t leaving for five more hours. I was going to be late to his graduation, but with a little bit of luck, and hopefully a fast taxi driver, I’d make it to the end of it.