The Possessed Cheater - Chapter 8 The End

It took me a while to get here, but I’m standing in the park of the river.

Oliver didn’t specify where exactly he’d be, so I can only search for him.

After taking a quick look, I see him.

He’s standing on the water of the river.

I start running towards him, forgetting there’s water in my way.

But, no matter what, I still need to see him, even if underwater.

Unexpectedly, I start walking on water.

“Oliver!” I scream at him, with tears rolling down my face.

He smiles in a gentle and warm way.

“Hey.” he open his arms, as if telling me to hug him.

Running into his arms, I hug him. And start to cry. He says nothing, but gently pats on my head.

After that, I looked him in the eyes, and was touching the side of his head. His hair is so soft, I tear up again.

“Look at you. You’re such a mess.”

“I can’t look any better, sorry.”

What was he expecting, seriously? Me to laugh? Stupid Oliver.

His lips look so soft, I really wanna kiss him.

Just once. Forgive me, Olly, I’m not experienced, and I’ll be taking advantage of you.

I kiss him passionately and he returns the kiss.

We kept kissing until we couldn’t breath, took a bit of air, and kissed again.

This kept going until I remembered to ask him something.

“Oh, shoot. Sorry. I kissed you without thinking of what the people would think of us, sorry.” I blushed and turned my head left.

“Don’t worry, nobody can see us.” he told me, holding my chin and returning my head back.

Oh Oliver, I really want to have you, even if for one night only. But, I’ll restrain myself. This is, after all, our last time seeing each other. We must do whatever you want.

“I really do love you,” he blushes slightly, but despite that, kiss my neck.

I let out a small moan, and he look at me, with eyes filled of love and lust.

Oliver, you want this too, huh? This will be our last meeting anyway, whatever you want, I’ll grant it to you.

He kiss my mouth with one hand, and explore my body with the other. He touched my chest in such a gentle way. He didn’t hurt me at all.

“Oliver!” I moan again.

He looks me in the eyes, and then goes down.

Our pleasure that night was indescribable.

The next morning, I finally wake up.

I’m right next to the river, and, although my body hurt like crazy, it didn’t matter. I’ll admit I was happy to give Oliver my first time.

Right, Olly, he’s…not here anymore.

My tears start to fall involuntarily and uncontrollably.

I really love Oliver. But he left me, just like that.

I look at the water, and see something extraordinary.

Although I could tell nobody else could see it, I could, and clearly.

It’s Oliver’s handwriting, and he wrote:

“I love you. Live well.”