It was a cold and snowy night and I was in my apartment working on my graduate thesis when I suddenly began to think about my ex-boyfriend, Byron. I met Byron Robertson back when we were still in undergrad. He was in one of my classes one semester and would always sit beside me and participate in small talk with me and another student. I assumed he was straight until he asked me if I was single and then proceeded to give me his number. We went out on a date later that same week and had sex for the first time two days later. The relationship lasted a little over three years and was over by the time I was in graduate school.
“If you need some dick, then get you some dick,” my best friend Trey said to me over the phone.
“But I’m not even sure if he’s single,” I said back. “What if he’s with somebody and I’m asking him to cheat? I’d be a hypocrite.”
“Kingston, everybody knows sex with the ex can be some of the best sex you ever have. If he’s with somebody then make it clear that it’s just a booty call.”
“I don’t want it to just be a booty call.”
“No, I don’t mean like that. I want it to be a one-night stand but I don’t want him to treat me like a piece of ass. I wanna be held and kissed. I wanna make love like we used to. I want him to spend the night. Am I asking for too much?”
“No. I mean, if he’s not in a relationship with someone else. If he is then yeah, you’re asking for quite a bit.”
“He probably won’t even do it.”
“Boy, please. You’re acting like you didn’t have that man begging you to keep his sorry ass five months ago.”
“It’s really been five months? Damn, it feels more recent than that.”
“That’s because you’ve been so busy with that damn job and finishing graduate school. For the rest of us, it’s been five months.” He laughed and then quickly said, “Ooh, Reggie’s fine ass is knocking at my door.”
“You called Reggie over? I thought you said he’s too rough?”
“He is and tonight I need a roughneck. I’ll talk to you later, Kingston.”
“Goodnight, Trey.” I ended the call and laughed to myself as I resumed working on my thesis.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss making love with Byron. He was easily the best lover I’d ever had. The sex was never a problem with us. Our problems had to do with his failure to make a convincing commitment and me not finding enough time to spend with him. We did argue a lot but we were in love with each other. Still, I didn’t want to give it another try because once I moved on from someone then that was it. I never looked back. And that night wasn’t going to be about looking back. It was only going to be one night. So, with that in mind, I went ahead and called him.
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