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The Bad Flame

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By Sharlene AlbaPublished 5 years ago 10 min read
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I've always been the one who wears pain like a second skin, staining everything I touch, spreading the misery around like a plague to the innocent victims who only ever wanted to love me. But they say time heals all wounds. That the pain is supposed to wear off in between early work meetings and late night conversations with temporary agony relievers. No one ever tells you the pain doesn't stop until you hit rock bottom. You were my rock bottom. And I still ended up hurting you. I've spent the last ten years trying to be something else besides a bad decision, and seeing you here tonight, that's when I knew. I've only ever wanted to be yours.

My heart sank into the remaining murky waters of my soul when I saw you enter our high school reunion venue in the company of my old rival. Hand in hand. Matching pretentious smiles. This version of you isn't one I recognize. But then again, it's been years since you and I have been in the same room together, forced to confront our past head-on. You'd been the vengeful type then, the mean girl, the one every other girl wanted to be but secretly hated. None of them knew the real you. Not even now as you shake their hands and make polite conversation, pretending to care about how mundane our lives have become since we left our innocence behind and entered the real world ten years ago.

If they had any interest in knowing the version of you I fell for at seventeen, they'd know you'd be the last person to judge anyone with a life that didn't match your gifted one, even though you spent those four years making everyone's life hell in an attempt to subdue the loneliness you always felt. They didn't know you spent your summer's reading and feeding your grandmother until the day she died. They didn't know your parents had made the mistake of staying together, even when their love had expired and they disappeared during the weekends to see other people when they thought you were oblivious to love gone wrong. None of these people here tonight know you spent every night crying yourself to sleep for a year after your childhood dog and best friend passed away the same day. And I was more than certain these people didn't know you needed to be heartless in order to stop hurting every time you took a breath.

I recognized the loneliness in your eyes the day we met in freshman year and I never forgot the day I only added to your sadness when I turned my back on you when you needed me the most. I was a coward. Always have been. And still, your gaze still glistens and your chest expands the second you spot me across the room.

You and I and the rest of our graduating class have been accommodated at a motel near the banquet hall where the reunion had taken place. A safe place for the drunks to crash before they head back to their lives in the morning. I spotted you by the swing set behind the old motel. Alone, but accompanied by the soft late night spring breeze of mid-April. Our surroundings were quiet and deserted, the opposite of the loud anger I witnessed in your eyes the second you saw me approaching you. I didn't blame you for hating me. I only wished I could make you see we were never meant to make it to the finish line. No matter how badly we wished otherwise.

"You shouldn't be here," your hostile greeting only made me smirk, reminding me of the snotty princess I fell head over heals for all those years ago. I'd been the stereotypical bad boy, from the other side of the tracks, with pennies to my name. I had nothing but bad behavior to offer you then, and even now, I could feel all the blood rushing to the tip of my cock the moment you glance towards it.

"Neither should anyone else, but here we are," I answered smugly and I smile when you roll your eyes at me and look away when I sit on the swing next yours. We only had the moon for light tonight but it made you look even more beautiful as the seconds ticked by. Your blonde waves weren't pinned up anymore and your face was bare of any of the makeup you had worn to the reunion. This was the real you. Bare and vulnerable, soft and brave at the same time. Old heated memories began to flood my mind and my tongue darted out to lick my lips as I pictured myself tasting you, your body contorting to the strokes of my tongue, your fingers tugging at my hair.

I never wished you were mine more than I did right now. But you weren't. Not physically anyway. However, I can still see the same trapped sixteen year old girl in your eyes tonight, and I had every intention of seeing if she still held any feelings for the guy who had no idea how to begin to make you smile outside of his bed sheets.

"You're a firefighter now," you state with a raise of an eyebrow and a hint of confusion in your gaze. No one expected the town fuck up to grow up to be anything but a convict. That's the thing about leaving the past behind, you can get away from people's toxic opinions and you realize that you don't have to be what they need you to be. You get to find out who you really are, what you can withstand and what you can't.

I've missed you being the reason my heart rushed into a state of rapid palpitations and I'm sure you'd enjoy my confession. Especially now that you've let your guard down enough for me to explain why I had to leave you behind to be the kind of man you, or any other woman would be proud to enjoy not just in bed, but out in the real world.

"Yes I am. And all because of you," I answered truthfully, and your eyes fill with curiosity as I begin to remind you of the night where I had managed to save you from the fire that had consumed your childhood home. If I hadn't been on my way to sneak you out of your house in the middle of the night, you and your parents might've all died that night. No one knew what started the fire. But it became my personal mission to figure it out once I went into training the summer after high school ended. I needed to find out what almost took you away from me permanently.

"I distinctly remember that night differently but yes, you did save us and I'm not sure I ever thanked you for getting us all out of there safely," you respond humbly, gratitude in your gaze as I nod towards you. Our eyes lock the second you decide to leave your seat and take another on my lap, wrapping your legs around my waist, your arms around my shoulders. I close my eyes, defeat closing in on me as your forehead rests against mine, forcing me into memories I've been trying my hardest to lock away all evening.

"You're married," I remind you, damning myself straight to hell as my hands grip your face gently, my thumbs running along your perfect bottom lip. Your lips brush against mine as your hands reach to undo my belt and unzip my jeans.

"Not for long," you correct and you erase my surprise by sliding your tongue inside my mouth, quickly colliding with my own as you bring my cock out and position it at your opening. This was it. This was the line I was never supposed to cross at this reunion with you. Did I have the balls to push you away for your own good again? Or is leaving the decision for you make instead bring us a better outcome?

"I need you to fuck me," you rasp discreetly into my ear, making my shaft throb with need as you begin to rub your slick opening against the tip of my cock. My common sense was starting to lose this fight and I completely lost control when you began to unbutton your cardigan, exposing your round breasts, and pink nipples. I moaned into submission as my mouth took one and suckled it into a hard and wet peak. My hands stayed wrapped around the metal chains, as you sank your wet folds onto my shaft and we both sighed in relief. I hold us steady while your hips thrust hungrily into me, your muscles clamping around my cock as my teeth nibble on your nipples and up your neck. When I end up right at your lips, you moan deeply as you quicken your pace, your body writhing slowly as you ride me. Your hands grip my hair tightly as you hold your breath, your orgasm washing over you as you bite your lip to keep from screaming.

Once you catch your breath you slide off of me and get on your knees, taking in the space in between my legs as you grow closer to my glistening cock full of your warm juices. Your finger stops me from telling you anything else before you slide my stiff member into your mouth, sucking on the tip, using your own juices to massage my shaft, forcing it to swell to it's maximum capacity. I was about to cum hard, to relieve myself from all the pent up frustration I've had since you entered our high school reunion venue.

Your mouth leaves my cock soon enough and you get closer to me, taking your breasts, wrapping them around my shaft, using them to render me helpless under your erotic spell. I fucked the valley in between your breasts until I could no longer hold back my own orgasm, spilling my warm seed on your chest. You used it to keep lubricating my cock, and then you stood up, turning around, flipping your skirt up for me to witness your milky round ass as it sat on my dick.

I swallowed as I began to fuck you from behind, forgetting to hold onto the metal chains long enough to take a grip on your hips. I increased my thrusts, and reached to pinch your cold and hard nipples, using the remains of my cum to wet them. I went mad with need and desperation, not bothering to care that were out in a public place, where anyone from our past could see just how fucked up we still were, and fucked you until we both came in unison.

"I'm sorry I left you all those years ago," I state as I help you wrap yourself up in your cardigan and you put my spent cock back into my pants.

"I'm not," you begin, a smile following as I walk you back to your hotel room where your husband was no doubt laying in wait for you, "We were horrible for each other then and probably still are now."

"We needed to grow up and stop being each other's bad flame," I add and you nod in surrender, knowing the truth hurt, but it helped us grow into better versions of ourselves in the long run.

"I'm not sure you ever stopped being mine," your words spill and stop my heart momentarily, our gaze locking one last time before you open your motel door and disappear behind it, forcing us into the start of another fire we know we'll never be able to put out completely.

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Sharlene Alba

Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry

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