| docputer |
09-04-2009 06:41 AM |
Meanest thing I ever did. When I was a senior in high school, I made plans to take my girlfriend with a group to the drive-in for Friday night. Back in the 70's I had a custom van with faux leopard skin interior, bed, mood lighting, the whole shebang.
Anyway, my girlfriend cancelled out but I went anyway.
At the drive-in, there was a girl in a car parked a couple spaces away. I had seen her around school. She was not exactly pretty, but she had a nice body. I talked to her and offered her a beer, and pretty soon we were in the back of the van going at it. I got her clothes off, and she told me that she was saving herself for the guy she would marry.
I gave her some bullshit line about how from what I was seeing, I was in Love.
She sucked my dick and about choked on my load and I worked her clit till she came several times.
She was really worked up, and she told me that if I really cared for her, we could go ahead and fuck, but she wanted my promise that I cared for her, and that we would continue to see each other after that night.
Of course I told her what she wanted to hear as I rummaged in my bag for condoms.
We fucked in every position I knew, and by the time we were done she was telling me I love you blah, blah, blah.
I went home after that night, and all weekend the phone rang, and I had told my mom that unless it was one of my guy friends calling, I wasn't home. Monday morning, i went to school, and was talking to some of my buddies, when this girl came up and grabbed my arm, and squeezed it and told the guys what a great night at the drive in we had.
I asked her what the fuck she was talking about, that I had never been that hard up in my life to go out with some ugly skank like her. Of course, she was crushed and ran away crying. She actually went to the office, and told the principal that I had a family emergency, and that she needed me pulled from class so she could give me bad news. When I came to the office, she unloaded on me, how I got her drunk and took her virgininty, and how that was okay if I really loved her, but she needed to know were we in love. Again, I told her she was fucking psycho, that we both had a good time, I got what I wanted, she seemed to have a good time, now leave me the fuck alone.
I felt like a dog then, and when I think back about it I still feel guilty.
In the time since then, I have never treated a woman so poorly but Karma still wants to make sure I remember this. My wife and I were visiting my hometown for my 30 year reunion, we go out to a nice place to eat. Guess who my waitress is?
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