More Than Time Can Heal a Broken Heart (a Memory)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 22: A Small Accident
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 22: A Small Accident - This is a SLOW BURN story with the real sex only in the last 1/3 though some masturbation in earlier parts. While graphic the sex is very vanilla. This story focuses on when I was newly 18, inexperienced & insecure and my boyfriend of 4 years dumped me. The main purpose is to give those of you reading my Infidelity/Cheating series some background on me. This can be read as a stand alone. It is also not necessary to read this in order to enjoy my Infidelity/Cheating series.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Oral Sex
Dinner was the three of us. Kevin was still on a golf course somewhere, which left the table feeling oddly like a rehearsal. Andrew had a bandage on his palm and the posture of a person hoping no one would ask. Carrie asked immediately. She was already dressed for work: black pants, a shirt that meant she would spend five hours pretending to like strangers, hair doing something intentional.
“What happened to you?” she said. “Did the grill fight back?”
Andrew mumbled that he had burned himself on the grill. Carrie laughed. Sue and I smiled into our plates because we had the full version, and he did not know how much of it had already been narrated from the window.
Carrie looked at the clock and then at her mother. “I have to leave soon. Can you take Beth home to get clothes for the next few days?”
“It is okay,” I said. The sentence came out before I had finished deciding I meant it. “I can just go home. I will be all right.”
Andrew looked at me. I felt the look before I understood it. For a second I wondered if he wanted me to stay. That was an arrogant thing to wonder, and I wondered it anyway. The idea of going back to an empty place with a parking lot still living in it felt worse in this kitchen than it had on the stairs this morning.
Carrie and Sue spoke at the same time, which they did when they had already agreed without a meeting.
“It is not a problem,” Sue said.
“You are staying,” Carrie said. “At least until your mom gets home. Do not be weird about it.”
I gave in. I agreed. I felt wanted in the simple, unfancy way this house had always made me feel wanted, and underneath that I felt the other thing, the one I had just denied at the sink: I was excited to spend a few more days around Andrew. I put that fact next to the salad and did not name it out loud.
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