Free erotic stories: Life Redone – part 10

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The final time I’d ever be able to use my glorious device.

I stared at it, and the one remaining mark on the side. This incredible contraption, which had allowed me to re-do so many moments in my life that I had blown, was responsible for teaching me some valuable lessons.

It had taught me that, generally, girls who I had interest in, had a varying level of interest in me, too, over the years. That was a nice ego boost. However, it had also shown me how many incredible moments I could have experienced, but didn’t get to take advantage of, whether it was due to my fears or relationships. These moments could’ve turned into absolutely nothing more in some instances. Or, they may have become long term, meaningful relationships. In fact, every single girl could’ve changed my current life.

It’s a simple fact of life. As much as we swear, when we meet a new person, that we will not allow them to change who we are, some degree of metamorphosis always takes place. It isn’t always an incredibly tangible amount of change, but we have to adapt, or the relationship generally fails pretty quickly.

End up with one girl, and you move away at 18 to join her at an out of state college. Wind up with another, and you’re still living at home, attending community college. Maybe another one convinces you to go into business together at a young age, halting your intended plans in their tracks.

Of course, that isn’t the case for everyone. But it is distinctly possible that your significant other has shaped your destiny, and had you ended up with someone else, you may be a completely different person right now. A different person, with a different job, in a different location.

These thoughts swirled throughout my head as I rolled the device in my hand. Granted, a good amount of the girls I had gone back to see were never going to be long term partners. I don’t know that for a fact, but I had a pretty good idea.

That’s what made my final planned trip of this journey all the more difficult.

I was in high school when I made one of the stupidest decisions of my life. I had gotten myself suckered into one of those long distance relationships with someone I had never actually met. We chatted online all of the time, talked on the phone every night, and planned future trips that would eventually bring us together. It was months later when I found out everything was a lie, but that delay cost me a golden opportunity.

I’ll never forget the day. It was summer time and I was chatting with my friend Noelle on an instant messenger.

***

Noelle and I had been friends for a couple of years, and had recently spent a long school year in a difficult Chemistry class together. She had an Oriental appearance, though no accent, with naturally tan skin, and brown hair and eyes. We had done lots of chatting, and plenty of flirting, as we attempted to survive the year. One of our good friends had already pointed out what a great couple we would have made, which only made us laugh awkwardly together. The school year finished up, yearbook signatures were left, and tentative hang out plans were in the air.

***

One thing led to another in our conversation, and the discussion of relationships came up. She knew about my long distance relationship, but decided to inform me that she would want to date me, if I had been available. Silly me, still believing in the power of long distance relationships back then, was not tempted enough by the idea, and remained in my current situation. As I mentioned, that situation crumbled only a few months later, but Noelle had been transferred to a new school that year, and our friendship quickly drifted apart. As they say, out of sight, out of mind.

Noelle went onto have two long term relationships. The first one lasted for years, and culminated in her going away to school with him. When that ended, she quickly rebounded with another one, and ended up marrying him. She had proven to be a catch.

When my eventual fiancee came along, it did a lot to alleviate how I felt about the situation. But it was something that I always regretted. If I hadn’t been wrapped up in that joke of an internet fling, would Noelle and I have made it? Would we have wound up going to school together, and eventually got married ourselves? And, perhaps more complicated, would I be in the same position of wondering about other girls anyway? Did I currently feel like this because I was bored with a long term relationship, something that would be happening regardless of who I was with, or was it the actual girl?

There were far too many questions in my head. Not that it really mattered at this point anyway. I had one more chance to go back, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind it was going to involve Noelle. I was going to go back to that internet conversation, and make sure I didn’t make the same mistake twice.

I walked around for a few minutes, hearing the floor creek beneath my heavy feet. I took a few deep breaths to steady my nervousness. Finally, with a slight tremor in my hand, I hit the button.

A long flash of light. A brief pause. And I was in my old cloth chair in the computer room. I jumped slightly when I heard what almost sounded like a nuclear warning siren coming softly from the device. It flashed red three times, and then returned to its normal state. Another warning that this was it? The noise and colors were starting to freak me out, but I returned the device to my pocket and looked at the computer.

There it was.

“Well, if that internet thing doesn’t work out, I wouldn’t mind going out with you lol”

My heart missed a beat at the painful reminder of the message. I got up from the chair, walked around the room, and looked at some of the old pictures. There was a hint of burnt popcorn in the air, but I was too fixated on the situation to care about eating in the past. I re-gathered myself and sat back down.

“Actually, I ended it. I can’t do the internet thing anymore” I typed.

“Oh im sorry :[“ she responded.

“It’s ok” I continued. I couldn’t quite get back into internet speak. “Why don’t we hang out tonight?”

“Sure :] where?” she answered.

“There’s a park in the next neighborhood over. We can go there around 8 tonight” I suggested.

“Ok see you then!!” she wrote back. A few seconds later the door slamming sound signified she had signed off.

“Only about a decade late” I kind of chuckled to myself. It was time to see how things could’ve started out.

I didn’t want to do anything too differently. Back then, I always wore a t-shirt and shorts, and I wasn’t going to suddenly change things. This was going to be an interesting night, but I had to make sure to be my old self, to an extent. A dash of extra cologne, perhaps, but nothing more.

That night, as I got set to head out, I got an unusual surprise.

“Where are you going?” my mom asked.

“Shit” I cursed in my head. I had managed to avoid my parents throughout these trips back, but apparently that wasn’t going to last. My parents were always sticklers to know where I was or where I’d be going.

“Just hanging out with the guys” I said calmly. She gave me a studious look, trying to detect if I was lying.

“Ok, just don’t be late. I’ll call the cops” she said, at least half serious.

I rolled my eyes and left the house. The walk to the park was pretty short, and the weather was pleasant. I took a long, deep breath, and the fresh air felt nice. Sometimes, a long breath of the outside air has a way of invigorating your mind. I felt fully alive as I arrived at the park.

Luckily, due to the late hour, there was no one there. I was a good ten minutes early, so I decided to explore a little. Whoever said playgrounds were just for kids hadn’t been to one in a while. I climbed up the slide, sat on top of a giant rock, and kicked some sand around. Then I went over to the bench and waited for Noelle. A few kids rode by on their bicycles, yelling loudly, causing some echoes throughout the park. Not long after that, Noelle walked up next to me.

“Hey” she smiled. Noelle looked as good as ever. Her long, dark hair was straightened, and there was a certain sparkle to her brown eyes. Her small, cute nose scrunched slightly when she smiled. She was dressed in a plain pink shirt, covering her above average bust, and jeans.

“Sorry again about…her” Noelle said, giving me a hug. With me sitting down, and her standing up, the angle was awkward enough. As I looked towards her direction in the embrace, I got a great shot of cleavage. After a few more seconds, she sat down next to me.

“That internet stuff never works” I laughed a little, looking at the ground. “I figured I would end things before it just got more difficult.”

“Probably for the best, for both of you” she said, offering a smile.

“And for you too” I teased, poking her side. “After those comments about wanting me.”

“Oh shut up!” she giggled and shoved me playfully. “I was just trying to let you know you had options!”

My smile waned slightly at her comment. She was right; she had let me know I had options. And I had taken the wrong one when it counted.

“What’s wrong?” she said, concerned when she saw my reaction.

“Nothing” I shrugged it off, even offering a small laugh.

“Well, I can’t lie” she continued with a slight blush. “I’m glad you’re available.”

“We did have a lot of fun this year” I laughed awkwardly, feeling my face get a little hot, too. “I’ve wanted to be with you for a while.”

She grabbed my hand and looked at me, somewhat expectantly. Did she want me to ask her out? What would the point of that be, given the situation? Was I really going to open this can of worms for my own emotional state?

“Do you, uhh” I started clumsily. I was still weighing the pros and cons in my mind. “Do you want to go out with me?” I finally blurted out.

“Of course” she smiled and gave me a huge hug, pressing her body against mine and squeezing. Normally, the feeling of her breasts against my chest would have only had me thinking about one thing on these trips back, but my mind wasn’t quite right. I had just entered a hypothetical relationship in an alternate reality, which didn’t actually exist, nor had any bearing on real life. This device was supposed to give me the chance to live out fantasies, rather than recreate long term relationships. I certainly wasn’t going to spend months in this world, with nothing really counting. To tell the truth, I was still a little nervous of what an extended stay might do to my reality, too.