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Women Only
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Bi-Sexual Female / 24
The Real Girlfriend Experience
I was 20 in college and still a virgin. I went to a party of the boys down the hall. One of them was my friend. I was given these 'girl' drinks and I got fuzzy. Next thing I know I'm face down on the kitchen table, my friend reacting to his buddies encouraging him. When I was released guys and girls clapping, this one guy yelling that he had seen my asshole.
I went to the bathroom to clean up and this girl slipped in with me. "First time?" Sucks to be you, giving up your cherry in public. She had me bend over and check that he hadn't accidently torn me a new asshole. She walked me back to my apartment and spent the night with me. It was either his or her girlfriend. He pretty much owned my pussy, I had to decide if I was going to own his laundry.
Miss Muffet had her ideas, she babied me and kept an eye on my period, after six weeks we went to Planned Parenthood. Abortion was out of the question, but I miscarried three weeks later. The loss hit me, Miss Muffet took care of me. All the while was taking care of his laundry, and we did his room and bathroom.
Being his girlfriend was admitting he'd fucked me. Taking his laundry down to washing machines was proof positive. Game day spaghetti, cleaning the apartment. At least he didn't sleep with me, I slept with my girlfriend. I had no illusions, he owned my vagina, even if it pissed him off he didn't own me.
Even after he graduated and went to work, we went to see him on weekends, We had his apartment and his laundry. And when we came he wanted home cooked meals. He got his time with my vagina, and swore he didn't stick his dick in any other girl. We graduated and Miss Muffet was going to grad school. It was going with her, or going to him. I chose Miss Muffet, no contest, my forever girlfriend. If he wanted me, even if he only wanted my vagina, he had to follow. Time for him to decide.
I went to the bathroom to clean up and this girl slipped in with me. "First time?" Sucks to be you, giving up your cherry in public. She had me bend over and check that he hadn't accidently torn me a new asshole. She walked me back to my apartment and spent the night with me. It was either his or her girlfriend. He pretty much owned my pussy, I had to decide if I was going to own his laundry.
Miss Muffet had her ideas, she babied me and kept an eye on my period, after six weeks we went to Planned Parenthood. Abortion was out of the question, but I miscarried three weeks later. The loss hit me, Miss Muffet took care of me. All the while was taking care of his laundry, and we did his room and bathroom.
Being his girlfriend was admitting he'd fucked me. Taking his laundry down to washing machines was proof positive. Game day spaghetti, cleaning the apartment. At least he didn't sleep with me, I slept with my girlfriend. I had no illusions, he owned my vagina, even if it pissed him off he didn't own me.
Even after he graduated and went to work, we went to see him on weekends, We had his apartment and his laundry. And when we came he wanted home cooked meals. He got his time with my vagina, and swore he didn't stick his dick in any other girl. We graduated and Miss Muffet was going to grad school. It was going with her, or going to him. I chose Miss Muffet, no contest, my forever girlfriend. If he wanted me, even if he only wanted my vagina, he had to follow. Time for him to decide.
