The Never Wanted Mate

The Morning After

Devin

“What did you mess up? Oh no, did you get that girl pregnant?” Aiden asks in horror.

“What? No! Why is that your first thought?” I ask, equally horrified.

“Devin, you have been acting off. Then out of nowhere you link me, asking for help. I come to find you in some girl's apartment, totally knocked out. And said girl is trying to get into your pants. It’s all kinds of weird, and I just can’t make sense of it. This isn’t like you, so it has to be something very drastic. I know with our lifestyle choices, getting someone pregnant is my worst nightmare. So, yea...Besides, you look like you belong in someone’s nightmare right now.”

I’m sure I look like s**t because I feel like it. I can’t listen to all his nonsense with the pounding in my ears. I need a cold shower to get rid of this hangover feeling.

“Get me some clothes and a towel. I live here now. A nice, old lady gave me her apartment and I need some alone time to sort out my lifestyle choices,” I tell a shocked Aiden.

“But...we’ve been together since we were babies…” Aiden starts.

I sigh feeling exhausted. I know this part is going to be hard because we literally have been together our entire lives. In fact, when we were kids, our mother even dressed us alike. We would often get confused for each other. And so it was like we were the same person. We did everything together.

“Aiden, I just really need some time alone. It isn’t anything you did. I just need to process all the drastic changes in my life, and none of them include someone getting pregnant. I will tell you everything, I always do, but please give me some time.”

“Okay,” a dejected Aiden responds. He stares at me for a second and shakes his head before a fake smile crosses his face. I know he is trying hard to show he is okay with what I just said.

“Well, I have a lot of things to do today, anyways. I have to drop off a bunch of stuff for you to live in this place. You owe me for missing my meeting with the hot TA!”

He walks out of the apartment. I try to close the door, but the barely hanging door just falls off completely. That’s just f*****g great!

I leave the empty apartment to go get help. The smell of jasmine is very strong outside my apartment, and I get sidetracked. I followed the trail out to the parking lot. She must have gotten into a car because I lost the smell. I will find you, mate. Besides, I get the feeling you live nearby. Like really nearby.

I go into the apartment leasing office and sheepishly explain that the door was loose, and I accidentally pulled it off the hinge. The lady at the front desk looked at my arms.

“You must be really strong,” she compliments me. She licks her lips as she stares at me like I’m her next meal. No, not this thing again. I’m used to getting a lot of attention from women. I used to pride myself in my ability to get women, but all of my past choices are disgusting right now. I’ve become a one woman kind of man now. I need to squash this before it gets started. The last thing I need is for my mate to see me with yet another girl.

“Thanks, but I’m going to save you the effort. I’m not interested. Can you send someone to fix my door?” I say sharply, hoping she gets the message.

She is clearly upset by my words, but she calls the maintenance guy grumply.

I go back upstairs. For the first time today, I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair is disheveled and I look like a homeless man. I groan. I really need to fix this, so I decided to take a cold shower. I will just air dry myself.

Elliot

I could barely sleep after seeing what I saw. I turned to the left, turned to the right, then again to the left. None of it was useful. I just couldn’t stop thinking about him.

You know what? I should just get it over with. I pulled my vibrator out of my nightstand. As the vibrations hit my clit, I decided to just give into my fantasy and get him out of my system.

I imagine his hands on me, touching my core. His lips on my neck, slowly trailing further down.

“Oh f**k,” I shouted. That’s all it took for me to c*m, hard. I lay there in the aftershocks of my pleasure. I thought it would be enough, but now I’m just craving the real thing. I want to feel him touch me. I want to feel him inside of me. Would he make me c*m this hard, this fast?

I groan and try to forget the jerk who has filled my thoughts and fantasies. I close my eyes and just try really hard to forget. I think about my day tomorrow, about work. Anything. But him.

At some point, the mercy of sleep overtakes me because I wake up to my alarm blaring.

I get up, alone. Brush my teeth. Put on a fitting white blouse with a tight black pencil skirt. I try my best to look like a teacher. After I’m satisfied with my look, I put on a bit of makeup.

I told my old professor that I would TA for his design class until he finds a replacement. His last one quit and left without giving a notice, leaving Professor Hicks high and dry. In desperation, he reached out to me, and I agreed. It was just temporary, a couple of hours, three times a week. Since I work for myself, my schedule is flexible. Besides, at least this job had a social aspect. And I don’t have anything else to do this morning.

I had my first session already, so I feel less nervous. I get to my car, making sure to avoid Devin’s apartment.

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I grab a breakfast sandwich and coffee to go. I eat in my car and carry my coffee cup up the stairs to my office.

It’s a little room with a huge bookshelf in the back wall. It’s got a little desk in front of the bookshelf with a large black leather chair. Across from me are a couple large rectangular conference desks with little chairs. The room can accommodate about ten students comfortably.

No one shows up today. Well, I guess I go back to being on my own. Suddenly I get an idea, since I’m close to downtown, maybe I can go hangout with Ashley. She is recently single and maybe we can be friends.

I leave my car at the university and walk to her condo. She doesn’t live too far away from campus, so it’s an easy walk.

I knock on her door, and she opens quickly.

“Oh, it’s you again,” she says.

“It’s good to see you too,” I say sarcastically.

“No, no, no. I didn’t mean it like that. I was hoping my ex would come over and we could make up, but so far no luck.”

“Sorry about that, but he sounds like a jerk. I mean, who does he think he is? He doesn't deserve your time, feelings or effort. You are better off without him,” I say with as much conviction I can muster.

“Dang, who did you break up with?” She asks.

“No one. I haven’t really been in a serious relationship,” I respond, again reflecting on my pathetic, lonely life.

“Well then, let’s drink to our misery,” she say, grabbing a bottle of wine.

“It’s like 11 in the morning,” I tell her.

“So?”

“Come, let’s go out to eat instead. Did you even have lunch? And do you work?”

“I quit this morning. Effective immediately,” she says.

“And your work allowed that? That’s nice, you didn’t have to give a two week notice.”

“Well, my ex was my boss. Yes, yes. Judge me all you want, but I was sleeping with my boss. Let’s just say he was more than happy to let me go,” she responds.

“Oh boy.”