The first girlfriend I had after coming to university...
On reflection, she was perfect. Very attractive, massive chebs, nymphomaniac...

I ended up breaking up with her because I was infatuated with an idiotic American (not nearly as attractive) and we didn't speak for a while.

Then, one day, she calls me up.

"I've broken up with (abusive boyfriend whose name I forget)... fancy a coffee?"

We met in town, she came straight back to mine and before I knew it she was all over me like a cheap suit.

So we ended up in bed. She was hot, I was crap.

We both finish off, and we're spooning in my single bed.

Then she starts crying about the ex. I'm naked, my turgid cock still throbbing, and I'm spooning a girl who's crying about someone else.

I can laugh about it now, but I every time I think of that poor, emotionally vunerable girl still wish I'd taken the opportunity and done her up the arse.
(brackishboy cannot be named for legal reasons, Sat 16 Jun 2007, 21:47, closed)