Stories related to affairs

All I had to do was grab the outstretched fingers. He begged me to help. I smiled and walked slowly away. I knew she would soon forget him.

It had seemed right then. The crickets’ sambas, soft night air & sweet honeysuckle vine joining in Greek Chorus. But now morning had broken.

She looked back with pity as she left our bed; it had happened to me again. Even ex-girlfriends prefer to end with a bang not a whimper.

In first grade they hated each other; in junior high they said they hated each other. Just before leaving for college they slept together.

“Don’t ever change—” And she’d agreed, but she was forgetting that the world might keep spinning and someday she’d want more than his smile.

Slowly the would-be lovers leaned in. Contact brought sparks. She jerked back, hurt. “Sorry,” he said, removing the crushed cigarette butt.