Breaking up with Lucy [MF]

When I was 24 I started dating this girl Lucy who was a fuckin knockout. Tall, slender, incredible red-brown hair and the cutest lightly freckled face. I absolutely loved fucking her, she was super high energy and fun in bed and loved to fuck pretty much everywhere.

We’d been dating for a month or so when she mentioned some guy named Jess who she knew from the town she grew up in was visiting. She was going to go have drinks with him and some other people on Saturday night and we made loose plans to meet up after. She would text me and then come over to my place to spend the night. I didn’t have anything else to do that night so I just bummed around my shitty apartment and watched some porn and thought about fucking Lucy.

Around 11:30 I hadn’t heard from her so I texted. No response, but didn’t think anything of it. An hour later I tried again, just checking to see if you still wanna come by, no big deal. That kind of thing. Again no response. It was around then that I started to freak out a bit. I realized I had no idea who this Jess guy was, I never even asked if they used to date or anything. Most likely she was just out with a group of old friends getting drunk and would check her phone eventually. But my mind was going to some bad places.

I called her at 2 and again at 2:30. The bars close at 2 so now I was definitely thinking this is fucked. There was even a chance something bad happened to her, or so I told myself. I should probably make sure she’s safe. I called one last time, no answer, so I hopped in my car and drove over to her place. It was about three when I got there and I could see a light was on inside her basement apartment so I knocked and rang the bell.

Lucy came to the door in a little T-shirt and panties, confused. Her hair was mussed but from what? Sleep? She was like, “What the fuck?” I told her I was worried about her, why didn’t she answer my texts and calls? She said her phone was off, but it was right behind her on the kitchen counter, message light flashing.

At this point I was tired of this shit, so I came in and closed the door and told her just to tell me what was going on. Who was this Jess guy, should I be worried? She told me to chill out, nothing happened. But she was still a little drunk and she was kind of smiling. I told her, “Look, I don’t fucking care. Just tell me.” She just smiled and said, “I’m sorry…”

Holy shit, is this for real? Did my fucking girlfriend actually go out and fuck some other guy? Nothing like this had ever happened to me before and I was having trouble accepting it. So I played dumb. “Sorry for what?”

“I did something bad.” As she said this she put her arms around me, I guess wanting to comfort me or something. I wasn’t comforted but her body pressing against me was nice, especially after edging most of the night.

“Just tell me.”

“I didn’t mean to, it just happened, ok? It’s not a big deal.” The she kissed me and started rubbing my cock through my pants. I was pissed, but couldn’t help but get hard anyway.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing. We just fooled around a bit.” Fuck it. At that point my hard dick took over and I halfway stopped caring. I mean, I still cared, but I figured we could talk about it after we fucked. I slipped my hand into her panties, felt her beautiful, light bush, and rubbed my fingers up against her slit. She was fucking soaked, but as soon as I touched her, she pulled away. There was that smile again, kind of embarrassed but mostly evil.

“What?”

She looked at me, stared me right down, for like ten seconds. Then she took my hand and put it back down the front of her panties. “We did a little more than fool around.”

My heart started beating like fucking crazy as I realized what she was saying. Her pussy wasn’t just wet. It was full. “You fucked him,” I said, my hand frozen in place on her slick cunt. “You fucking fucked him.”

Again, she just smiled. I was sick to my stomach. But also rock fucking hard. She was unbuckling my jeans and I was letting her do it. Why was I letting this happen? I should be out the fucking door. I should call her a bitch and leave. But I looked down at her tight body and said fuck it.

I grabbed her and pinned her against the kitchen counter. Bent her over and shoved her panties down, exposing her ass. She gasped at how rough I was being. She even said something like “Wait” but I told her to shut the fuck up. I pushed my jeans down just enough to get my cock out and within half a second was sunk deep into her pussy.

“You fucking whore. You’re a fucking filthy whore aren’t you?” She didn’t say anything so I grabbed her hair and pulled as I started fucking her, hard. “You like getting fucked you fucking slut?”

She managed to mutter a quiet “yes”. I let go of her hair and put my hand over her mouth instead. “Shut the fuck up.” I used my other hand to grab a fistful of her ass and looked down at my cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Just below I could see a gob of cum sitting in her scrunched up panties, stretched taut around her thighs.

I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her and slammed into her as deep as I could and let go, shooting and shooting into the depths of her pussy. I remember her cunt was exactly as deep as my cock is long, so when I went in as hard and deep as I could I’d just touch her cervix. I could feel my cum hitting the back wall, spurt after spurt, and then presumably settling in with the rest of the semen her pussy had been soaked with that night.

In total I was probably inside her for a minute and a half. It was the first time in my life I’d fucked someone with the intention only of getting myself off. It felt fucking great.

I pulled my limp cock out, put it away. She turned and looked at me. I didn’t know what to say. I was feeling that nice post-cum calm but also still weirded out by the whole thing. I guess she didn’t know what to say either. Probably she was surprised it was over so fast.

I took one last look at her body, shirt clinging to her small tits, bush exposed, gorgeous bare hips, panties tight around her thighs. And I walked out and drove home.

Over the next few days, I was constantly debating whether to call her or not, but every time I decided since she was the one who cheated, it was her move. I don’t know what she was thinking, maybe she assumed I had fuck-dumped her and if I wanted to keep seeing her I’d make the first move. I don’t know but we never texted or called or went out or fucked again. I have seen her a couple times over the years out with friends but we’ve never talked about any of what happened.

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