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More Than Time Can Heal a Broken Heart (a Memory)

Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow

Chapter 23: Ten Fifteen

True Story Sex Story: Chapter 23: Ten Fifteen - 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  

Carrie moved through the last of her, leaving the way she moved through most things: talking while she collected a purse, talking while she shoved her feet into shoes, talking while she checked her phone and made a face at the time. I stood in the doorway of the living room and then sat when she pointed at the couch.

“Just relax,” she said. “Enjoy being here. When does Amber get back?” “Tomorrow afternoon. Sunday.”

“Good. Then you have one more day of not being double-teamed by commentary.” She looked at me over the strap of her bag. “Sit down. Watch TV until Andrew takes you to get clothes. Do not sit around thinking about asshole Justin.”

“I will try.”

She smirked. The smirk had homework in it. “Also try to keep your eyes and your hands to yourself. Stop flirting with my gross brother.”

The heat came back on schedule. “I have not been flirting.”

Carrie snorted. It was not a delicate sound. “Andrew has been home one day. He has already grabbed your cunt and thrown you around more than Justin did in the last four years combined.”

I went scarlet. “That is not what happened, and you know it.”

“Whatever.” She got as far as the door, then stopped with her hand on the frame and looked back. The joke thinned. What was left was the part of Carrie that had sat on the office sofa last night with a glass of water and asked me how I was doing for real.

 
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