Summer Break up
I'd been going out with my girlfriend Bridgett for two years when we 'mutually' decided we needed to put our relationship on hold before we got engaged. It really wasn't my idea but since we were both only 18 and never been with anyone else it seemed like it wasn't unreasonable. I didn't like thinking about Bridgett having sex with other guys, but I definitely liked the idea of getting a chance to fuck other women.
We planned to break up for four months and I conveniently got a job in a resort for the summer so we wouldn't be tempted to see one another. The plan seemed good, except getting laid turned out to be a lot harder than I thought, and two months after we separated I found out she had fucked one of my friends the first day I was gone, and had a threesome with two other guys that call themselves my friends.
I was very upset and I ended up getting into a big fight with her over the phone about it. What was really shocking was that she didn't deny it and reminded me we had agreed we could fuck whoever we wanted. She even said that just because I hadn't had sex with anyone I shouldn't have expected her to be sitting around doing nothing. I've never felt so betrayed in my life and I couldn't believe she could be so cold. Having sex with other people is one thing, fucking my friends is another.
At least I got something out of our planned separation: I found out Bridgett was a total slut. Things could be worse; I could have asked her to marry me. I actually sort of went crazy for about two weeks playing scenarios over in my mind, trying to figure out how long she had been planning to fuck my friends. I hadn't seen it coming at all. It was very easy to feel depressed about it. Eventually I realized I was going to have to do something drastic to bring my self esteem back up to a normal level, and I promised myself I would do everything I could to have sex with as many babes as humanly possible over the summer.
My desire to fuck other women became a frustrating obsession. At first I went out every night to bars and nightclubs, but I didn't have any luck. I didn't know anyone around the resort, and I think not having a wingman to help me out was part of the problem, but inexperience with the bar scene was probably my worst enemy. I got turned down so often I felt like a leper. Not being the type of guy to give up, I tried a lot of stupid strategies- even hanging around grocery stores and striking up conversations with every woman I could see. I actually ended up fucking a cute brunette from my efforts, but it took a lot of time and it got quite embarrassing to keep going back to the same stores pretending to buy stuff.
I tried putting an ad in the personals section of the local paper (it was actually one of the first things I did, as well as one of those phone dating places), but I didn't get any responses. Then one night I happened to pass by an Internet café and I slapped myself in the head when I realized I hadn't tried an online dating service. Spending five bucks to surf for an hour at the café turned out to be the best investment I've ever made.
Internet dating is by far the easiest way to pick up women. It's unreal. In that first hour I made two dates, one for that night and one for the next. Both women were incredibly hot and just looking for a good time. I struck out with the first one, but the second babe took me back to her place and practically ripped my clothes off. She was married and just dying for a fast fuck before her husband got home from work. I fucked her ass off for a full afternoon, but I just barely got out of her house before her husband got home and I decided I'd try to stay away from dangerous situations like that. I'm not the fighting type; getting laid is one thing, getting my ass kicked by some jealous husband is another. I didn't call her back.
My summer ended with only getting laid twice, but I returned home armed with the knowledge I could use the Net to find women. It's how I ended up meeting my current girlfriend (after fucking countless sluts for a few months). I never did get back with Bridgett, but I think things turned out for the best. I wouldn't trade my recent experiences for anything, especially having a naked brunette in my bedroom when Bridgett dropped by unannounced to ask if we could get back together. I don't know which was better, seeing the look on her face or going back to fucking the brunette when Bridgett left in a huff.
I eventually forgave my back stabbing friends. I know it's a double standard, but I'm fully aware that most guys aren't going to turn down a chance to get some easy pussy. A hard cock has no conscience. They apologized (which was nice) and told me how Bridgett threw herself at them, but the details still bug me. Apparently when she had the threesome she had begged to be double penetrated (which they did) and she kept saying things like "oh god, I've always wanted to do this." What a fucking slut, she hadn't mentioned anything about that when we had our big fight.
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