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Trying this again since my last post was take down for lack of detail.
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She was way a lot younger than me. Fresh out of college, stunning, tight little body, and hands down the horniest girl I’d ever dated. Always flirting, always teasing. She was interning at my company and every guy in the building was drooling over her.
Petite frame, big brown doe eyes, pouty cock sucking lips, and those endless tan legs she loved showing off under tiny skirts. The first time I saw her at her desk, legs crossed, skirt riding up just enough to make my dick twitch, I knew I had to have her. Started inventing any excuse to message her or “accidentally” wander over to her side of the office with bullshit work questions.
Finally worked up the balls to ask her out. She said yes with that naughty little smile. Things escalated fast. We were hanging out constantly. But no sex at first. She wanted to “take it slow” because she always jumped straight into bed in past relationships. So the first few dates were torture: making out, heavy petting, her grinding on my lap, but always stopping short.
Then one night we ended up in my bed. I’m flat on my back, she’s straddling me in nothing but panties, kissing me while she unzips my pants. She pulls out my cock out, slides her panties to the side and starts rubbing the head against her slick little clit, moaning into my mouth. She lasted maybe thirty seconds before she couldn’t take it anymore. Lifted up and sank down on me raw, taking every inch. Holy fuck, the sex was insane. Easily the wildest girl I’ve ever been with. Risky, filthy and addictive.
My plan was to bang her a few times and then lose her number but the constant sexual thrill got its hook in me and gradually I began to fall for her.
But slowly the red flags piled up.
She was glued to her phone, texting guys I’d never heard of. “Just friends,” she’d say. Then whole conversations would vanish. Deleted the second I got near her phone.
One night she ghosted me all day when we had dinner plans. Called an hour before, sounding flustered, said she’d been at “lunch” with some dude and was heading home to shower. Lunch. For six hours. And needed a shower. Yeah, okay.
Then I went to the doc… positive for an STD. We broke up not long after. Not even over the STD. Just pure exhaustion from the constant cat and mouse bullshit.
Here’s the thing: I never found hard proof she cheated. No photos, no caught in the act moment. And yeah, I looked up the STD. She could’ve had it dormant from before we met and passed it without knowing. Or… she was out getting railed behind my back the whole time.
I still jerk off thinking about it, imagine passing her out to my friends – shit like that. The uncertainty drives me crazy in the hottest way. Was she really that sweet innocent intern who just loved sex… or was she sneaking off to get fucked by half the city while I waited like an idiot?
What do you guys think? Was she cheating? And why does the thought of her being a sneaky little slut make me so fucking hard?
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