More Than Time Can Heal a Broken Heart (a Memory)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 32: Adults Now
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 32: Adults Now - 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
“Yes,” he said. “I meant it.”
He rubbed the edge of the bandage with his thumb, a small nervous tell the tattoos did not cover.
“When I was younger, it was a childish thing. You were always around, and I loved watching you with Carrie. I used to sit in my room and watch you when you were swimming or in the backyard. It was an infatuation that I never felt I could talk to you or anyone about. I had never had a girlfriend. Hell, I had not even kissed a girl until I got to L.A. You were Carrie’s friend, and you were four years younger, and I did not have anywhere to put the fact that I thought you were cute. So I looked at the floor and said almost nothing and hoped nobody noticed. Then I got to Los Angeles, started college, and things changed. I learned how to talk to women. How to flirt. Between my job and the band, I am around women all the time, and I had to learn how to talk to them, and eventually I became comfortable and confident ... strong, even, which still sounds fake when I say it out loud in this room. I am normally good at that part.”
He glanced at the door, then back at me.
“Then I saw you in the pool yesterday, and it was like I was the old Andrew all over again. The difference is I can say it now. We are both adults. When I was younger I would not have admitted that to anyone. Now I look at you, and I can use the other words. Attractive. Hot. Sexy.”
The blush arrived on schedule. Those words on this body, in this room, after that bathroom, did not know where to sit. I made myself ask the next one anyway, because leaving it unasked would have been another kind of lying.
“And now that you have seen me at my worst?”
“It has not changed,” he said. No pause long enough to build a kinder lie. “My feelings have not changed. I do think you could put on some weight, and your problem is very concerning. I want the best for you regardless, and what you are doing is not healthy for your body or your mind.”
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