2 stories from anonymous reader “Jessica”
Four years ago, I had moved to a new city. Not long after, my on/off boyfriend of 3 years moved in with me. He commenced to drinking and verbally destroying me every day so my self esteem was at an all time low. Not to mention that my teenage complexion had come back full force and I had a face full of cysts. I went out with a girlfriend one night in the hopes of having some fun. We sat at a bar drinking and a cute rockabilly guy sidled up and started a conversation. He ended up leaving the bar with us and we all went back to my friend’s house. I was completely insecure and second guessing everything he said, feeling like he was slyly insulting me all night. We played a few drunken rounds of scrabble while he hit on my friend. One of the words he made was ‘acne’. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
My friend either didn’t like him or felt sorry for me, so she went off to her bedroom and left us alone on her couch. We ended up sloppily making out for a while as we groped each other. I was pleasantly surprised by his large dick, but neither of us had a condom. I ended up giving him an enthusiastic blowjob, looking forward to his returning the favor. I ended up getting some subpar finger banging/poking around move. It was terribly disappointing, so I just faked an orgasm so he would stop jabbing around in my vagina. We went off to sleep in the guest bedroom. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night with him clutching my shoulders and sleep humping the shit out of my back. I pushed him off of me and fell back to sleep. Ugh.
The next disgusting make out happened about a month later, after my live in boyfriend had moved out.
I went out again with the same girlfriend. We were at a bar, when I overheard some douchebag in huge pants talking to his friends about dropping acid earlier in the night. Seriously, who does acid after high school? I just had to fuck with him, so I started talking to him in circles about the most nonsensical things. My friend and I laughed our asses off at what an idiot he was.
He ended up following us from bar to bar all night. Once he started buying drinks I wasn’t complaining. We ended up at a titty bar where all three of us made out together, probably giving the customers a better show than what was on stage. At one point he stood up with me on his lap and hit my head on a pipe in the low, exposed ceiling. You’d think I would have wanted the humiliation to end right there, but I guess I’m a bit of a masochist.
We all went back to his house, where he lit candles. I assumed this was to set the mood, but it turned out that he just didn’t have electricity. We continued our makeout while he peeled our clothes off. He left the room and came back with a cock ring on his shaved junk. Through my laughter I ended up giving him a blowjob while my friend passed out next to me. He came all over me, so I went to the bathroom to clean up. The white trash motherfucker didn’t have any toilet paper. Cleaning his jizz off my stomach with the pile of McDonald’s napkins next to his toilet was a low point in my life, for sure.
My friend wouldn’t leave his bed, so I ended up going home without her, hoping that he was just a loser and not a mass murderer. They are still dating to this day. Much of their relationship consists of visiting his family in the trailer park and doing speed.
