A day or two ago I posted in the Unsentletters Reddit. This is the story behind that letter which can be found at:
I wish from UnsentLetters
I was in my last year of grad school when I got the call. Brooke was getting married and she wanted me to be in her wedding. I knew this was coming. Even though we hadn’t talked in over a year I’d kept up with her through mutual friends. Hell, I had set them up on their first date. Trying to hide my true feelings, I agreed enthusiastically and congratulated her. We chatted for a bit and then we said our goodbyes, promising to get together over the Thanksgiving holidays.
Thanksgiving break came and I headed home the Saturday afternoon before Thanksgiving. On the two and a half hour drive I thought about my promise to meet up with Brooke and how little I was looking forward to it.
My mind ran through the history between us. We’d met when she was a freshman and I was a senior. I instantly took a liking to her. We were both trivia nerds and I was the captain of the Quiz team while she was the youngest member. She was a little unsure of herself being a freshman but once she opened up she had a great sense of humor and was smart and kind and honestly a bit pushy too but we got along famously. I had a girlfriend at the time and wasn’t really interested in her in a romantic way but I cared for her deeply. I was an only but I figured if I ever had a sister I would want her to be just like her.
Our friendship blossomed over the next year and I found myself becoming more and more attached to her. Looking back, it wasn’t fair to my girlfriend that I spent so much time with Brooke. Without realizing it, I was having the high school version of an emotional affair. When I graduated, I went to undergrad at the local university about 30 minutes away and she and I remained close. Too close.
As I was dating someone seriously, my girlfriend helped me set her up with a fellow we both knew. She was probably hoping Brooke and I would stop seeing each other. Sure enough, as she got closer to graduating high school and I got more involved in college, we did indeed moved on a bit. I still thought of her often and we talked here and there even going out to dinner or to see speakers we were both interested in. Things weren’t as frequent but we’d still click when we were together even getting to the point of holding hands while we walked and talked about anything and everything. Her boyfriend hated me and he had good reason too I realize now. There was nothing sexual, at least overtly, between us but the connection was as intense as I’ve ever known.
She had gone off to college at a school out of state and her fiance followed her there. I moved on to graduate school a year after she started college so we drifted further apart. Letters and phone calls become more and more infrequent. I broke op with my long term girlfriend and started dating another woman. Every time we were together, it seemed like things were right with the world but those times eventually stopped. It had been over a year and half since we had seen each other and about a year since we had spoken on the phone before she called telling me about her wedding and asking me to be in it.
I barely remembered driving home and was shaken from my reverie only when I saw my parents house. As soon as I got there my mom mentioned that Brooke had called for me a few hours before I had made it home.
“Yes, she’s getting married and wants me to be in it” I explained
“Good for her. Larry is a good guy.” Mom replied
“I’ll call her in a bit” I said with a wan smile.
“You need to either tell her what you obviously want to or let this thing go. ” She offered seeing my expression. ” Look, I know you don’t want my opinion but everyone who knows you two knows there is something more than friendship there. I can see it in your eyes when you talk about her own when I’d see you guys together at school ( mom was a teacher at the high school). ”
“I’ll call her. I’m not interested in her romantically though.” I responded
“Bullshit. I don’t know what you see in her but I know there is something there. She’s bossy, a little stuck up and she’s not exactly the prettiest girl you’ve dated but I can see the way you light up when she’s around. I don’t see you upset about any of you other friends getting married but you’re damn sure upset about her. If you don’t deal with this one way or another you’re going to wonder for the rest of your life.” Mom scolded
” Are you trying to piss me off? She’s nice to me, she cares about me, we have the same sense of humor, we read the same books and as far as the way she looks I think she’s beautiful so I don’t even care what you think. Anyone would be proud to be with her so don’t talk about her like that” I shot back
“Sounds like a ‘romantic’ interest in her to me” Mom mused ending the conversation.
Fuming, I put my stuff away and pondered calling her. I thought about putting it off but pretty soon I figured I should just get it over with.
I picked up the phone and dialed her parents number from memory. After a few rings it was answered and I recognized her voice immediately.
“Hey girlie! How goes it” I greeted her
“Michael!! So glad you called. I can’t wait to see you!”
“I’m free whenever you are.” I told her with more enthusiasm than I felt.
“Well, I going to be busy helping with Thanksgiving and getting trying to organize some stuff for the wedding with Larry. I know it’s probably inconvenient for you but how about Thanksgiving night? We can grab a coffee. Larry will be leaving right after we eat he’s go school and work stuff to do so I’ll be free. Is that too hard for you?”
” No, no that’s fine. It’ll be nice to get away from the family for a bit after all the togetherness I’ll have to endure before then.” I joked.
“Cool beans. Probably about 6 on Thanksgiving night. You want to meet me here? I know my sisters and mom and dad would like to see you. Remember when we were in high school and my dad used to call you my ‘suitor’ every time you came over?” She laughed.
“Yea I do. He always tried to be funny. So six o’clock on Thanksgiving? Your parents place?”
” Sounds good. If anything changes I’ll call you. I’ve missed you so much.”
” Missed you too. Night Brooke, I love you” I signed off.
It took me a moment to realize what I said. It wasn’t the first time I’d told her that and she’d told me the same on several occasions but somehow at that time, in that moment it sounded both more important and more improper than it ever had before.
I waited on pins and needles until finally Thursday rolled around and we’d finished eating. I watched the clock constantly until it was time to leave.
I lived in a small town so it only took a few minutes to get from my parents to hers. My palms were sweaty as I walked up to the door. Before I had even rung the bell the door opened and Brooke ran out and we embraced. We walked into the house hand in hand without thinking so I could say hello to her parents and family.
Part two to come where we get to the “sex” part of sexstories. As is my habit, sorry for being so long winded.
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