Never thought I [19F] would have a hoe phase… [MF]

Long time lurker here. I’ve finally caved and would like to share my (sob?) story…

I’m honestly pretty nerdy, so I feel like I need to get this off my chest because it’s giving me one major identity crisis. It’s been 3-odd years since this happened, but it still eats away at me. I started college as a nerdy gamer girl and my appearance reflected that: baggy hoodies, headset around my neck, beaten up converse. Who would’ve thought the gym bro down the hall would’ve fallen for me. They always said the quiet, nerdy ones are a big turn on, I guess.

Now that I think about it, the relationship was quite toxic. He never accepted me for who I am. It wasn’t long until he started suggesting I wear tighter clothes, trying on some makeup, and doing my hair. He said it was all to bring out my inner beauty. All those excuses sounded so convincing. Perhaps because it was the first time I ever felt like someone wanted me.

He was my first. We went out on a date to some fancy place for restaurant week, ate a good dinner, and had a good time. It was a Friday night, so when we got back to the dorms, a lot of people were out doing their own thing, probably partying. The food coma was setting in, so I (innocently) thought we could just chill in my room watching Netflix. One thing led to the next, we started making out. He had his hands all over me and I got lost in all the sensation. By the time we were naked, I was just anxious to start fucking, not really realizing I would be losing my virginity. It hurt when he pushed in, not gonna lie, but he was nice about it. I sadly didn’t get to enjoy much because by the time I adjusted, he said he needed to finish. My hands did the rest, and at least he used his fingers to finish me off. Over the next several months, we progressed to being intimate regularly, usually in his car for privacy.

I guess as with all relationships, things sort of got mundane. We kept Friday nights for date nights and, I’m a bit shameful to say, car fucks. Otherwise, I tried to keep up with my studies and my gaming while he lifted with his bros or played basketball. At some point he said, “You know I just realized, we’re missing out on all the partying and socializing, think we should go to one?” I felt bad because I didn’t like the idea, but I also didn’t want to be the one to make him regret not doing things. Not wanting to make a whole argument of it, I said I was fine with him going as long as he told me when, where, and when he gets back.

Lo and behold, after a few parties, he stopped telling me when he gets back, which started annoying me. Late one night, I was walking outside in the parking lot to cool down when I noticed his room light was on. I texted his roommate who replied that he’s still out grabbing some late night snacks, so I marched back up to confront my boyfriend. My heart sank as I approached the door. Another girl was moaning behind that door and I could hear all the familiar sounds of skin slapping. I didn’t know what to do, I tried calling him, texting him, even banging on his door. The sounds stopped and all he sent was, “Sorry babe, I just need some alone time tonight. It’s just porn you’re hearing.” Right after he sent that, I could hear the girl giggling and him hurriedly shushing her!

I don’t know what came over me. I knocked on the door next to my boyfriend’s room. The guy opens the door and goes, “Uhhhhh oh hey, what’s up?”

He probably thought he was safe by wearing baggy pants, but I could clearly see the lotion and tissues on his desk behind him. I eye my boyfriend’s room and go, “So, clearly he’s cheating on me.”

The other guys shifts nervously and goes, “Um… well, yeah…”

I just straight up asked, “So you wanna fuck?”

He gave me such a confused look and goes, “Y-yes well I mean…” But that’s all I needed. I enter his room, pull down his pants, and give one hell of a blowjob. Once I figured he was nice and ready, I walk up to the bed against the wall that connects to my boyfriend’s room and bend over. He was alright, to be honest. The guy couldn’t really hold a steady rhythm, but I made sure to be as loud as possible that night by pushing extra hard against the bed and screaming like a porn star. At least he managed several positions before giving out for the night.

I wake up early the next day, thoughts swarming me. The guy’s roommate never came back, fortunately. I could hear some shuffling next door, so I hurriedly dress myself. All the commotion wakes up the guy. When the door opened, I took a deep breath and walked out, too. The girl and I make eye contact, but we didn’t know each other. She passed by me, just as disheveled as me, while I stood there glaring at my boyfriend. After a while of silence, I turned around and went back into the room to have another go at my new guy.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mj3cnt/never_thought_i_19f_would_have_a_hoe_phase_mf