All seemed well.
I had just graduated college and returned home for the summer to find work. I had a good education, lots of job offers, a loving family, and a beautiful girlfriend, it seemed I was living the perfect life.
My girlfriend, Liz, was smart and beautiful. She had a dark hair she wore back and a tight little body. She worked out and kept in good shape. Her face and smile where flawless. She had dark green eyes and a perfect little button nose. She was more driven and motivated then I would ever be, always working on bigger and better things, and I knew she was going to be very successful in whatever she decided to do. She was polite and sophisticated, if a little quiet in public. I knew she was smoking hot, and that most guys would do almost anything to be with her, so I proudly paraded her around as my girlfriend, glad to have such a great piece of eye candy attached to my arm. She was the perfect model girlfriend, and it made complete logical sense to be with her.
Logical, because she satisfied my needs in life, if not in the bedroom. I'm forgetful, she remembers everything. I can't cook, she loves making delicious meals every night. When I'm sick, she takes care of me. I can also drink and smoke too much and she keeps me in line. She's in charge of our finances and paying our bills on time. We complimented each other well and the relationship was very equal. Our relationship just seemed to make sense, and I loved her for it.
My only problem was the sex side of things. Its not that we didn't have sex, we had quiet a bit actually, and I suppose the sex was never bad. Even if it was, bad sex is still better then everything else. Her tight body was nice, but I LOVED curves....nothing turned me on as much as big round tits and a nice big booty. A lot of my friends would make fun of me for liking slightly "chubby" girls, but as long as the extra fat was generously proportioned on their tits and ass I couldn't mind less.
The other problem was a lack on initiative and skill on Liz's part. If I was horny, she would lay on her back and let me pound her until we both orgasmed. We did doggy style a few times if she was drunk or it was my birthday, but for the most part it was plain, normal missionary.
Now, I take a lot of pride in my large cock, lasting ability, and general sexual performance. In the past I had lots of amazing sex when I had an equal in bed with me. My first girlfriend in high school, Heather, could deliver the most mind-melting orgasm when she rode me, so much so that I would almost always pass out after cumming inside her.
Me and Heather weren't compatible in any other way though. She was really quite naive and I pretty much dominated every aspect of the relationship other then in the bedroom. I also knew she could never take care of herself, she hated working and doing chores. When it came time for me to go to college, she stayed home to live with her parents and do nothing with her life. I knew we had to split.
The years passed and I had almost entirely forgotten about Heather, except when she would drunk dial me telling me how much she missed me. She would talk dirty sometimes, asking me if I missed her big tits and round ass as much as she missed my huge cock. I consider myself somewhat of a gentleman so I would politely tell her that I was with Liz now and I loved her very much. I wasn't sure if Heather bought it, but I was glad she couldn't see the size of the erection in my jeans.
It was a night during my first weekend back home from college. All my old friends gathered at my buddy's apartment for a homecoming celebration. They asked me to DJ so I brought over my laptop and mixer to play for a while. However, Liz was with me and she didn't know any of my friends so I forced to abandon my post at DJ at keep her company. The night was fun, but I definitely had a few too many drinks. I remember Heather walking in late, I also remember that Liz caught me starring on more then one occasion, because, as drunk as I was, I remember that Heather was looking absolutely sexy as fuck. She noticed I was with Liz and never came over to introduce herself, which I suppose is a good thing considering Liz had no idea who she was and I didn't want any problems. At the very end of the night, the last thing I remember is Liz dragging me by the hand out of the party to drive me home. Everything was so fuzzy, and I might have made it up, but I seemed to remember Heather looking at me the way a lion looks at a gazelle as I was stumbling out. I thought I recalled her leaning forward to give me a glance of those awesome tits and blowing me a kiss behind Liz's back, but I might have dreamed it once I passed out in my bed.
I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache and the biggest morning erection of my life. I couldn't even roll over because my rock hard dick was pointing straight at the ceiling. I was so horny I tried to wake Liz up for little morning sex. Bad Idea. She immediately started yelling at me, telling me I was a pig and that I drink too much. I didn't know where it was all coming from until she said.
"I bet you were dreaming about that big-titted bitch at the party last night, you were practically drooling over her."
OF COURSE! Memories of the previous night came back, if only hazily. I definitely remembered Heather being there but not much else. I told Liz to calm down and assured her I was just drunk last night and that no girl was beautiful as she was. She seemed satisfied and rolled back over to go to sleep. I got out of bed, went to check my email and nurse my hangover....and possibly hop on literotica.com to relieve the massive erection.
It was then that I remembered I had left my laptop at the party. FUCK, I really needed to check my email because I was waiting for responses from several potential employers. I decided to drive to my buddy's place and grab some coffee on the way to help the hangover. I explained to Liz where I was going and she grunted that she understood and rolled back over in bed. I grabbed my keys on the way out the door, as hungover and horny as I can remember being.
When I got to my buddy's place, my hangover was starting to subside. He answered the door and invited me in. We bullshitted for a while, smoked a joint and watched Sportscenter, talking about whatever the hell had happened the night before.
"Dude, it was great catching up, but I really just came to grab my computer and DJ equipment." I said, as I remember why I came in the first place.
"Wait, I thought Heather was going to drop it off at your place?"
"Heather? Like, my Ex-Girlfriend Heather?"
"That's the one."
"Took my laptop and DJ equipment?"
"Yeah."
"Well why the fuck would you let her do that?"
"I dunno, she said she was gonna drop it off at your place last night."
I was perplexed. I muttered some goodbyes and walked back out to my car.
I left my friends place confused, but less hungover. I started calling Heather as soon I was in the car.
"Hello?"
"Hey its me, did you take my laptop from the party last night?"
"(Giggling) Can you be more specific? I know so many me's"
"Dammit Heather I need my fucking laptop."
