Life After College

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Chapter 17

The meetings were everything I expected them to be. Boring. It was held in one of the auditoriums at NYU’s Washington Square campus in lower Manhattan. The speaker for that day was broadcasting via satellite from Houston, Texas. He was going on and on about the new methods for viewing diseased structures inside the body using four dimensional X ray scanners. I, along with eleven other gentlemen, were sitting watching. While I was doodling, I mean taking notes, in my notepad, I caught a few yawns and dozers in the room. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one ready to go. But unfortunately for me, Wednesday was to be telemedicine. Yippie.

I was famished by the time I left. The cold donuts and lukewarm coffee they served afterwards did little to satiate my appetite. I grabbed two hotdogs from a vendor and caught a cab to the Manhattan upper east side; namely Park Avenue. I had scarfed both of those down by the time I reached my destination. I walked to the large black front door of the house and knocked with the gold plated knocker with the last name “Payne” written on it. I heard light footsteps and immediately recognized it as my mother. “Who is it?” I heard her say so cheerfully through the door, I thought she was singing.

“Mom? Momma, it’s me.” The footsteps quickly halted. All was silent on the other side. I knew she was still there. “Open the door, please?” I pleaded. Still silence. “Momma, I came to bring you something.” I quickly fumbled with my wallet in my jacket pocket and pulled out two small photos of the kid’s school pictures. I kneeled down and slid them under the door. “That’s Sofia; she’s eleven. Her mother and I were best friends and when she died, Richard and I took custody of her. Though she’s not biological family, she took her love for shopping from me and you. The little boy is Damon, my son. He’s eight and very quiet and shy. Like Dad I guess you could say.” More silence. My eyes started to water. Why was I doing this to myself. I tried the door, but it was locked. “Momma, please open the door. I miss you guys so much. You can’t leave me alone like this. I’m still your son. Damon, he’s so full of questions, he asks about you two all the time and wonders why he can never see you,” I rested my forehead against the door as a tear escaped and ran down my cheek. “but I can never give him answer.” More silence. Slowly, I tried the door again, hoping that maybe she turned the lock. It wouldn’t open. I gave up. I got what I wanted. I got to hear her voice; that’s all that matters. What doesn’t help though, is that the last thing I will ever hear come out her mouth was, “who is it?”. I wiped my eyes and straightened myself up again. “Tell Dad I asked about him.” I walked away.

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I kept walking down the street. I didn’t feel like catching a cab back to the hotel and didn’t care about catching one either. I just put my hands in my pockets and walked in no particular direction. A candy apple red Mercedes Benz passed by me, stopped suddenly, was put in reverse, and stopped beside me. The window rolled down and a man in black Chanel sunglasses looked at me. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know.”

“You wanna ride?”

“Go away, Nicolas. I’m not in the mood right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not!” I snapped at him. He pulled off his glasses and looked down the familiar street and saw my home.

“They wouldn’t see you, would they?” I didn’t answer. Nicolas opened the passenger side of his car. “Get in.”

I sighed. “Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

“Oh come on. Lets go drowned our sorrows in some beers.” I was quiet for a moment, then I caved. I got in the car.

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“Where the hell are we?” I asked him once we reached a small wood paneled joint slightly polluted by cigarette smoke.

“It’s the Water Pub. It was built maybe two years after you left. It’s pretty dead right now, but it’s the place to be at night for karaoke.” He held a small bowl to me. “Peanuts?”

“No, thanks.”

“Would you relax? You’re so stiff, you’re making it obvious that you’re not comfortable.”

“I’m NOT comfortable.”

“Well, could you atleast humor me for a few minutes?” I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Thank you. So, lets talk.”

“Fine.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“I’m a pediatrician.”

“You like it?”

“Yes.”

“Have any kids?”

“Yes.”

“How many?”

“Two.”

“All right. This is going well.......”

I leaned in to the table. “What is it you want, Nicolas?”

“I thought I made that obvious when I talked to you in the deli.”

“Doesn’t me saying I’m married now to a man twice your size, mean anything to you?”

“Is he here?”

“No.”

“Then, no.”

“Then, you can forget it.”

“Don’t you remember all the fun we had together? Like that time we skipped school and hitched a ride on the subway to Saratoga Springs to watch the horse races. Or the time we got so drunk at a party one night, we passed out on the benches in Central Park. The cops thought we were bums, so he made us spend the night in lockup.” I sat back in my chair with my hand thrown casually over my face, listening. “What about the sex? You couldn’t have forgotten that. Our first time together in my room upstairs? You freaked out, because you had bled. I tried to tell you it was normal, but you kept insisting something was wrong. It wasn’t until we did it again a few hours later, did you realize it just takes getting used to. I know you still remember that time we were at that party that was held in a warehouse with a live band. We got really horny and went up to the balcony behind the curtain and fucked like rabbits. But what we didn’t know was that they had.........”

“They had microphones dangling from the ceiling and everybody heard us. Yes, I remember. Most embarrassing moment in my life. But all that is in the past now. I have a new life now. I can’t just stop and run back to you. I won’t. You have to move on, Nicolas. When this week is over with, I’ll have no more to do with New York, especially since my parents aren’t talking to me.”

“Then let me have one night with you.”

I eyes got wide. “What? No.”

“Can you honestly say that your man fucks you better than I can?”

I started to laugh. “I can not believe you are talking about this in a pub.”

“Can he?”

“Yes. He’s perfect.”

He leaned in to the table and whispered, “I can be excellent.” Talk like that really gets my loins in a fix, but I shouldn’t be hearing this from him. There is only one man in my life and I want to keep it that way.

“The answer is ‘no’.” I stood up and put on my jacket. “Are we going?” Nicolas sighed and we walked out the door.

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“Hello?” A groggy voice said over the phone. I called Dicky just as soon as Nicolas dropped me off at the hotel. I needed to hear his voice so I could try and stay on track while I was in this big city by myself; because so help me, at one point, I was getting tempted.

“Hey, did I wake you?”

“Na. I was just resting a bit. How was the meeting today?”

I pulled off my jacket, kicked off my shoes, and flopped on the edge of the bed. “Boring as hell. The man that spoke today talked so slow, I thought at one point he was putting himself to sleep or either he had narcolepsy.” I jerked my tie loose on my neck. “I don’t know if I can put up with another three days of this.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll pull through. Have you seen your parents yet?”

“‘Seen’ is the inoperative word. ‘Heard’ is the better word.”

“Still not talking to you, huh?”

“No. She was there. She thought I was some guest she could welcome, but when she found out it was me, she was silent on the other side of the door.”

“I can’t believe they are still acting this way.”

“Whatever. I’m giving up on this. It’s a waste of time really. Anyway, what’s going on there? Where are the kids?”

“Um, Sofia is up her friend, Heather’s house, and Damon and Benji are upstairs in his room.” I heard an object crash into something. “Hold on a minute. Damon, you’d better not be playing with that ball in the house! You remember what happened the last time you did!”

“It wasn’t me!” I heard a child yell down the stairs. “Benji did it!”

Dicky sighed. “I’m back. I’m really missing you right now.”

I smiled. “I miss you too. It’s hard being out here in this city alone. Even if I am from here.”

“I know. Just a little while longer.” I heard a loud thumping noise from what sounded like little feet coming down the stairs.

“Daaaaaad?” Damon whined. “Benji ate the dice to my Monopoly game.”

“Well, looks like I’d better go.”

“All right. Talk to you later.”

“Yeah. I’ll call you tonight. And hey, behave yourself over there.” He laughed. It was a simple joke to him, but it meant something different to me.

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Though I know I said I wouldn’t bother with my parents anymore..........well........ the fact is, they’re still my parents. I can’t give up on them, not while I’m within reach of them.

Every afternoon, once I’d get out of my meetings, I’d catch a cab to Park Avenue. Sometimes, I’d knock and catch them off guard like I did the first time -until they’d see it was me and shut the door in my face. Other times, I’d have the cab driver wait on the other side of the street so I could watch them repot the flowers or get the mail, when times I would see them making their way outside. The driver would think I was crazy. Maybe I was.

Want to know what else was driving me crazy? I think you already know. I have spotted Nicolas atleast twice a day. Everyday. Every time it was always about the same thing. Wednesday, he sent me flowers to my room before I went to my meeting that morning. Thursday, he snuck a quick kiss from me while I wasn’t looking when I was having lunch at Mom and Pops. He thought he had gotten away with it, until I poured my bottled water in his lap and walked out. And Friday..............*sigh* Friday.............

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I was completely down. My parents wanted nothing to do with me and it took me all that week and it took many shut doors and ignored phone calls for me to realize it. I found a bar that wasn’t too far down the road from my hotel and I got totally drunk. By late that night, the bartender finally had to cut me off.

How I managed, I don’t know, but I made it back to my hotel room and opened the door. Inside, I thought I smelled incense, and I could’ve sworn I saw lit candles. My hotel room was a sweet, so I started to make my way to my bedroom. I smiled. “Dicky, you sly son of a bitch, how’d you get all the way........” I stopped at the door.

There was Nicolas sitting on the edge of my bed. He was barefoot, with black slacks, an open black sheer shirt, and a red rose was in his hands. He looked up at me and smiled. “I was wondering when you’d get back.”

“How, how did you get in here?” I slurred.

“I told the maid who was in the hall that I was your brother and she let me in. Of course, it also helped that she couldn’t understand english.” He stood up and walked to me. Sniffing the air, he said, “Wow. How much did you have to drink?”

“None of your damn business.”

“I take that for a lot.” He extended the rose to me. “I got this for you.” When he saw that I wasn’t making a move to take it, he glided the baby soft petals down between my eyes, down my nose, and over my lips, leaving it there. “Don’t you want it?” He pressed his face against my neck and nibbled. I grabbed him by the back of the head and pressed his face closer. *What am I doing?! I can’t do this!*

I pushed him away. “Stop.”

Nicolas tossed the flower to the side. “Why? You afraid of your big, macho man, husband finding out? He’ll never know, baby.” He backed me to a wall. “I’ll never tell him.” He opened my jacket and pulled it down my arms to the floor. “You know you want this.” He kissed me but I just stood there. I wouldn’t kiss him back. Deep down I wanted to, but I was fighting the urge. I’d like to think my mind was winning over my dick. Atleast I hoped so. “You WANT me to fuck you senseless. Otherwise, you would’ve told me to leave– drunk or not.” He pulled off my tie and started to unbutton my shirt. When that was open, he opened my slacks. “Just let go. You want this. I can tell.” He pushed both his hands down the back of my pants and squeezed my ass. My neck arched and I moaned. He dipped one middle finger and caressed my entrance. I closed my eyes and started to pant. He nibbled at my earlobe. “Do you want me to stop?” He opened his pants, pulled out both our erections, and rubbed them both together in one hand.

I was thinking about it alright. But I was thinking with the wrong “head”. I was married. Happily married, with two great kids and a damn dog for crying out loud. Why was I jeopardizing that? It couldn’t be that I still love Nicolas, could it? I LOVE Dicky; only him. It’s the alcohol. That’s what it is. It had to be. There was no other reason as to why I said what I said. “No.”

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I can’t remember everything. My mind was so clouded by the booze, I have trouble trying to recall what happened after what I told Nicolas. All I know was, somehow I miraculously wound up naked, on my back with my legs in the air, and Nicolas buried in me hilt deep. After having sex with Dicky so many times before, I realized Nicolas was just as long as my lover but not as thick. His dick immediately found my prostate; like he knew every inch of my body – as many times as we had sex in the past, he probably did. He tortured it with every long stroke. I was moaning louder by then and quivering; begging for completion.

Nicolas grabbed my member and stroked me long and hard, mimicking the penetrations his lubricated phallus made. I started panting erratically and bucking my hips. My neck arched back into the pillow under me and I could feel myself zoning in and out. The sex and the heavy accumulation of alcohol was doing a number on my body and I blacked out before I could orgasm.

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When I finally came to, it was early Saturday morning. I was naked in the bed and a man was on top of me asleep. He was much lighter than my love, so I knew it couldn’t have been Dicky and I could distinctly feel his flaccid dick still buried inside me. Only one man I knew ever kept himself attached all night after he’d have sex; Nicolas.

Like a bulb coming on, I quickly realized my situation. I had sex with another man last night. Tears started to form in my eyes and I lifted a leg and pulled him out of me. He woke up and looked at me. “Get out.” I whispered, trying to hold my crying off.

“What? Andrew......”

“Please? Just for once would you listen?”

He looked down at the sheets for a while then he nodded. “Okay.” He got out of bed and redressed. As he made is way to the bedroom door, he said, “You know where to find me.” He left.

When he did, I turned on my side, curled into a fetal position, and cried silently as it dawned on me, “I just cheated on my husband.”


TBC.........