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I Was Your Art
I Was Your Art

I Was Your Art


I watched her, as she lay next to me reading a story online. I examined her features from her feet to her head. I gazed upon her creamy tanned crossed legs. Moving up her body, I noticed she wore her favorite blue short shorts. My eyes continued to wander up her body. I saw she wore a pale pink shirt that fit like a second skin. It made her breasts pop out even more than they already did. I looked at her beautiful semi-short down hair. It was nice and straight.

My gaze finally stopped at her luscious lips, they were between a light brown and a pink color. Her skin wasn't flawless, but it was better than other women. Her freckles looked beautiful. My eyes gazed on hers. They were dark brown almost black, but they were gorgeous.

"You like what you see, babe?" She said, as she continued to look at her computer.

"Of course I do! You are a masterpiece," I grinned at what I said.

She closed her computer softly and then placed it next to her. "You say that to every girl, you think is pretty."

"No, I call all pretty girls pieces of art. You my dear are a masterpiece of the world. The best piece of art I have ever seen."

"You hang around your brother too much." She moved closer. "Both of you are weirdos."

"Yeah, but you are the one who loves us." She didn't say anything. "Naomi?"

She lay silently next to me. When I turned my head, I saw that she was asleep. I grabbed my phone and took a picture of her.

"You are a masterpiece, when you sleep too."

A couple of months had passed, since we had that conversation. I thought she forgot about it, but I was wrong. She remembered what I said. It was my mistake to let things go so far. I was at home resting from a long day at work. She was at school.

My brother dropped off one of his friends because she was tired. She was a pretty girl, a little bit prettier than Naomi. She was basically about my height and she showed her body off. Temptation was very high. To stop from doing anything I would regret, I locked myself in my room.

Ten minutes after I looked my door, I heard a knock. "Yes?"

"Can we talk?" Her voice was sickeningly seductive.

"Whatever you want to talk about, you can say it through the door." I stared, waiting for a reply.

"Come on. I want to talk to you face to face. I won't do anything."

I continued to stare at the door, but I found myself opening the door for her. "What is it?"

She pushed her way past me and sat down on my desk. "Well, it is about us."

I narrowed my eyes at her as I sat on the bed. "What us?"

"You know what I am talking about. Don't you remember me from that party two months ago? We were together in my parent's room?"

I gave her a stunned look for a moment. "I have no clue what you are talking about."

She moved in front of me and placed a hand on my left cheek. "Here let me help you remember that day."

She leaned in and gave me a heated wet kiss. She pushed me down on the bed. I couldn't help but deepen the kiss. The space between us closed. She flipped us around and put herself underneath me. Her shirt rode up and exposed a feather on her stomach. At that point, I remembered her. I stopped kissing her and just stared at the tattoo. She made me stare back at her body, while she nipped at me neck.

"Tom?" I turned my head to the door and saw Naomi crying.
I got up and ran to her. "N - Naomi! I - I..."

"I thought you were a piece of art." More tears came from her. I froze and stared at her. She scared me because of what she might do. She looked at the smirking girl from my bed who now moved toward us. The girl wrapped her arms around my waist tightly.

"I - I c - can explain, Naomi." She put a finger on my lips forcing me to stop talking.

She spoke, "As I said, I thought you were a piece of art, but all you are is a piece of shit." Naomi turned and ran out of the house.

"Oh babe, I am sorry." The girl stood in front of me trying to get another kiss.

"Get out."

"Excuse me?"

"Get the fuck out!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. She grabbed her things and left the house.

I regretted what I did. Not only did I cheat on my girlfriend two months ago, I cheated on her twice with the same girl. I only remembered one thing very clearly from that day. It was her words. 'As I said, I thought you were a piece of art, but all you are is a piece of shit.'

Those words echoed forever in my head.

Author Notes: A story a friend wanted me to post for him. All credit goes to him. So please don't go easy I on this story. Lol

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