Girlfriend Shares Too Much

"I told you I wouldn't call, I told you I wouldn't care, but baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere; I don't think I can take this bed getting any colder; come over, come over, come over, come over." Sam Hunt, "Come Over"

OK, he blew it. He knew it the moment she said the words, "I think we'd be better off not being exclusive to each other anymore; besides our relationship isn't going anywhere."

He was lost in the moment, "What the hell did she really mean? Was this how she really felt now or was it a test to see if he would fight for her?"

Later, he would be lost in how it all started with her. He met her at a club, she was there with her sisters. He arrived at the club with his roommate who really never had to chase women because women would just migrate to him. Even if women were out on a date; some would slip away from their date, so they could slip his roommate their phone number.

He would often smile and say, "I'm innocent here, I didn't start anything, she came to me."

On that night at the club, when she walked into the room all eyes were on her. She was a petite, 5'3," olive skinned beauty; reminiscent of an Italian or French girl. She wore a simple, but stunning white dress. It was a perfect complement to her skin tone. She looked so carefree with mid length brown hair and sultry brown eyes. She was probably about 103 lbs., with perky B cups and beautiful shapely legs. When she smiled it was devastating; pearly white teeth with a small mouth and luscious lips on a delicate jaw line. Like an angel.

The first thing he did was to "claim her as his target." He turned to his roomie and declared, "She's mine, until I give up the chase!"

His roommate, honoring "guy code," smiled and confirmed, "All yours, now don't blow it and go get her." As a good friend, his roommate proceeded to ignored her and even kept distance from her and her sisters.

And so, he launched right into action without hesitation; walking through the crowded club right up to her and saying, "Hi, you look great tonight, I was just hoping you might want to dance?"

She smiled and said, "Sure, ok."

As the first song ended, she walked away and said, "Thank you for asking."

But he wasn't going to just give up and let her walk away, he offered, "Hey, you and your friends (sisters) don't seem to have anything to drink, let me fix that for you."

What he didn't realize was that being nice to her sisters had just bought him instant credibility and an opportunity to chat her up. Also, getting her sisters to signal "he's OK," was a big step forward in getting further with her. He asked her to dance again, bought her and her sisters more drinks, chatted them all up, more drinks and more dancing.

As the evening wound down and many were headed for the door he asked her for her phone number, but she replied "Maybe, I'll see you here next time and we can dance and chat some more?"

Then he tried a harder closing proposition. He took a bold tone and said, "Look, I'm not a player. I don't hang-out at clubs just to try to meet girls, I'm just a hard-working successful guy, who enjoys life and having fun."

He held eye contact with her and took her smile as a further opening, so he pushed ahead, "Hey, maybe we just grab a coffee soon or even one evening of dinner and a show; what do you have to lose?

She smiled, "Ok but, you are going to call me, right?" "I don't like being asked for my number and then never hearing from someone again." With that she typed her number into his phone. Her name was Patricia, but she went by the nickname, "Trish."

Their first date was dinner and a comedy show. She stood close to him in line and picked at his sweater. She looked at him and whispered, "I'm glad you called; I didn't think you were serious about really asking me out."

He picked up her queue and said, "I'm a man of my word, maybe I'm the guy who will never disappoint you?" That was bold, but it seemed to resonate with her.

For the rest of the evening their conversation was light and pleasant, he felt calm, and confident. That worked for Trish, as she seemed way more interested in him now, then she did at the club. As they waited for the show, she pulled closer and clung to his arm. The dinner was perfect, the show very funny and evening came to an end too soon as he drove her back to her home.

As they got to her doorstep, he leaned in and said, "I hope you had fun tonight, I sure did."

Before he could say anything more, she responded, "Me too," and leaned in to give him a solid kiss on the lips, but no tongue.

That first date became consecutive weekends of dates, phone calls and shared activities. He was on top of the world; finally graduated from college after completing a very a hard major, then finally landing his first good job and now dating the girl of his dreams that seemed to be adoring him more and more each day.

The first night's kiss had quickly become erotic tongue action with her pelvis digging into this thigh and boy could she kiss. Her passionate kissing was like nothing he ever experienced; soft with a building intensity that aroused him instantly. He suspected she wasn't inexperienced or a virgin. She mentioned once about having dated an older man while still a freshman in college and that her last boyfriend was a blue-collar working guy, who pushed her boundaries. He could care less about her body-count and in-fact he was grateful that she was his uninhibited partner now. She seemed to embrace her sexuality without guilt or fear, but he hadn't gone all the way with her yet.

That would soon change, as their very next time together was when he invited her over for a mid-week dinner at his place; his roommate was out and he anticipated he might get lucky with her, if the timing was right. He wasn't disappointed; she arrived at his apartment in a pretty blue sweater and slacks. As the night wore on after dinner and good conversation, they relaxed on the couch and she kissed him deeply sucking his tongue in an erotic manner like she was sucking a cock.

Holding her in his arms he looked at her and said, "I could totally just eat you for dessert!"

She kissed him and said, "I really wish you would." And with that, they retired to his room.

Soon her sweater was off revealing a very pretty light blue bra supporting some very well-formed perky B breasts with small erect nipples. Next her slacks came off revealing some very tiny light blue bikini panties. He couldn't help but appreciate the color coordination and attention to detail; she was not only color coordinated, she had freshly shaved legs and a trimmed bikini line. Perhaps she was hoping to be his after-dinner dessert as much as he was.

She was just stunning in her bra and panties; her tan skin was so soft and supple looking. His hard on raged to its largest extension he could ever remember. Soon her bra was off and his hands were given free rein to caress her breasts and play with her nipples. He gently kissed each one and lightly sucked on each nipple. He was seated on his bed and she stood facing him standing only in light blue bikini panties. He was so being so gentle, careful and patient as he looked in her eyes for signs of consent to go further.

She gazed back at him and whispered, "Don't stop, more please."

With that he hooked his fingers into the thin straps of her panties and ever so slowly lowered them to her ankles. She moved closer standing fully nude in front of him. He remained seated at the bed, drinking in every ounce of her beauty; from her puffy nipples to the heart shaped tuft of sparce pubic hair on her mons pubis. Her labia were small and tucked inside of her vulva, he wanted so badly to taste her.

He couldn't help but thinking to himself, "A month ago she wouldn't give me her phone number, now my fingers are inside of her and she's dripping wet, begging for more."

Their first sexual encounter progressed quickly, as she rolled on to his bed and beckoned him on top of her. As she lay on her back, she pulled her knees up to her chest and let them fall to each side so her legs were spread wide open. He looked down at her wet pink vagina and pointed his erection at its target.

She reached for his engorged penis and slowly guided him insider her. She was no virgin, but her vagina was so tight thanks to her youth and athletic conditioning. His hips pushed deeper and deeper into her until his shaft was fully buried in her. Then he began pumping in a slow rhythmic in and out motion.

She quickly took control; she kissed him deeply and said, "I really want to feel you inside me."

With that she held him still and kissed him again without motion. His penis was still and gripped by her contracting vaginal muscles.

Then she whispered to him, "Go really slow and deep."

He continued in a slow rhythm, stopping now and then so she could just hold him and feel him inside her. Eventually he quickened the pace faster and faster until he ultimately exploded inside her. She "monkey gripped" him with her legs as if wanting the deepest penetration and not wanting to waste a drop of his ejaculation.

She sure wasn't inexperienced, but he didn't feel concerned with her priors; just lucky that he was there to enjoy the skills she learned from those before him. All that mattered to him was that she was his in his life now and he intended to make the most of every encounter with her.

"Show me a beautiful woman and I'll show you someone who's sick of her," Charlie Sheen

As time went on and he came to know her personality better, he began to realize that she was a real talker, and an over-communicator. Her sisters tried to warn him, when they kiddingly told him, "You know there's no secrets with Trish."

His new girlfriend excelled at telling him everything and anything about her day and her past and asked him to do the same without filter.

She would start with; "How was your day? Tell me everything."

Her questions quickly evolved to, "What were his childhood memories? What did actually do when he was with his friends?" What were his old girlfriends like?" And on and on.

Unfortunately for her he wasn't much of a talker or a great listener; not at that stage. He was patient and attentive, but would find himself becoming annoyed with her constant chatter and questions until he got her naked again.

What he wasn't sure about was her stories about ex-lovers; he wasn't sure if he wanted to hear them or if he was getting too turned-on by visualizing them in his mind.

She told him about her first time being fingered, when she said, "As an 18YO senior in high school, I was working at a fast-food place and I had this big crush on the manager there. He was only a few years older than me and I asked if he would accompany me at my friend's formal party."

She continued, "I didn't think he would say yes since dating co-workers was against work rules, but he agreed and took me to her party where we had a really good time. "

Then he drove me home and parked a block from my house; he kissed me and said, "We can't date and work at the same place."

On she went telling him, "I was so disappointed, but then he kissed me again and before I knew it his hands were up my dress really feeling me out. I just kept kissing him and eventually one hand was inside my panties; suddenly he was fingering me! I've never done that before, but I just went with it, because I was so turned on in the moment."

She finished the story with, "That was my only date with him, he moved on from the fast-food place and I found out he was engaged to someone else during the time he took me to the party. Can you believe that?"

Unbeknown to him, his impatience would be his undoing. What she wanted was someone who was not only into her, but also someone who would lead her in a new direction. She was her own person, but she wanted to follow his plan; not make her own plan. Talking about her sexual history was an aphrodisiac to her and he wasn't allowing her to meet her own need often enough. He would too often cut her short and move towards getting her clothes off, instead of allowing her to reveal her sexual experiences and arousal.

One night she insisted on telling him about her first time having intercourse. She stared intently into his eyes and just let it out, "I told you I was dating an older guy when I was a 19YO freshman in college. He was a 30YO business executive that gave a guest lecture talk at the college. I was kind of flirting with him after the lecture when he invited me out for coffee to share more business stories, then we started dating."

Continuing on she said, "I told him I'd never had sex before and he was patient at first, but each time we ended up at his apartment he would push me farther and farther to take off more clothes and try more things with him. One time, I was wearing a skirt and we were kissing on his couch. He pushed me on my back and before I could say anything, he lifted up my skirt and stated pulling down my panties. I was so scared and thrilled at the same time. I was afraid of how I smelled or looked down there, but he just started kissing and licking me and it just felt so wonderful. I think I had one of my first real orgasms as he fingered me and sucked on my clit."

At this point he was thinking do I let her continue or proceed to do to her what she just told me about. His hesitation was a signal for her to keep going.

On she went with the story, "It was so intense a moment for me, I wasn't sure I was ready, but before I knew it, he had me completely naked on the couch and spread wide open. I wasn't sure what to do with his penis so he just guided it inside me. It hurt at first, but he slowly kept the pressure going until my hymen gave way and then he started pumping me. I can't say I liked it at first, but as he kept going it got better and better; then he came inside of me and that was intense!"

Finally, he stepped in and asked, "So this was your first time and without birth control or protection?"

She said, "That's just it! I thought with him being older he would have something and I didn't intend to go all the way with him that night."

After it happened, I told him, "I'm not on the pill or anything."

Trish said, "Then he told me, I'd just have to take care of any outcomes myself."

She continued, "He was so cold and matter of fact, I was wondering why I was with him? So, the next afternoon I walked in to the college health clinic and asked the receptionist about the morning after pill, you know Plan B."

The receptionist said, "You don't have an appointment for that, and we're about to close for the day, but I'll ask the doctor about it, since timing is important."

He asked, "So did they give it to you?"

Trish replied, "Well yes, but it was kind of odd, you know. I thought the doctor might ask me some questions and take my blood pressure which he did, but I noticed there wasn't a nurse to help him. Only the receptionist out front. The doctor who looked about 40 and in good shape, shut the door to his office and told me he needed to do a quick examination before giving me the pill, noting invasive."

Trish looked embarrassed as she described, "While he was sitting in the small office with me, he told me to remove my pants and underwear! I wasn't expecting that, but no gown, no changing room, he just sat there and watched me as I unzipped my jeans and removed my panties. I was naked from the waist down standing and facing him and I so embarrassed. No man had ever seen my privates since I was a baby and in the span of two days, two different older men were now inspecting my vagina. The doctor asked me to sit back on an examination table and pull my knees up, then he took the lamp shined it on my vulva. He pushed by knees as far apart as they would go and reached down with gloved hands to pull open my labia."

The doctor told her, "You look very healthy, no signs of trauma or disease, but you should get on the pill if you're going to be sexually active. Also, if you're going to have spontaneous partners, I recommend using a condom to prevent STDs."

Trish was so sad and said, "I think the doctor thought I was some campus slut or something, he gave me the Plan B pill with a sly smile, and I was so embarrassed. But I did go on birth control right away."

He asked, "So what happened with the older boyfriend?"

Trish answered, "Well, I still saw him a few more times and each time we had sex. Then he told me he met someone more his age and didn't want to see me anymore. I felt so used."

He put his arms around her and told her how sorry he was for her sad first experience; then offered, "What you need is to experience intimacy with someone who really loves you." With that he led her back into his bedroom to give her a through eating out and fucking; all the while trying to reenact all the things she had described to him.

As time went by, his interactions with her were starting to become more routine. As beautiful and fun as she still was, she was becoming too familiar to him. She asked about his intentions, but he constantly ducked the question by changing the topic or deferring the conversation.

So, just before their one-year anniversary, she set out to transition from their relationship. She joined a Women's gym; she upgraded her look and wardrobe. She changed her make-up, cut her hair shorter. She was looking like a professional model, really really good.

Finally, the day came where she said to him, "I think we'd be better off not being exclusive to each other anymore, besides out relationship isn't going anywhere."

He had been expecting she might be ending it with him and thought about doing the same. But he was also shocked by her words, at the time. Wasn't it just two nights ago that he was with her alone in her parents' den; didn't she beckon him to strip her naked right there on the couch? Wasn't it her legs wrapped around his neck while he licked and sucked her clit to orgasm?

But there was also the fact that she didn't want to have intercourse that night. Instead, she grabbed his penis and said, "No I don't want you to cum in me."

Trish used her lovely lips to make him cum in her mouth and of course she swallowed. Was she off the pill now? Now he realized the awful truth, that night had been good-by sex.

Deflated, he walked away saying, "Are you sure that's what you want?" He knew in the moment that it was pointless to beg or offer her anything for a change of heart.

As he left, she called after him and said, "Let's take some time apart from each other and then talk again soon. Please give me space, I will call you."

Now there's nothing to gain or protect, she's different, uninhibited beyond his dreams

It was a very rough first weekend for him, he was sad, angry and in denial all at once. He admitted to himself he was getting bored with her for a while, but now she seemed like something he couldn't live without. He realized then, he'd never had better sex with anyone else and there were no new prospects on his horizon to replace her. He also realized that that he was living above his pay grade with her. She was a solid 10 and he maybe a 6 or 7.

He lost weight, seemed distant at work and slept a lot. His roommate, begged him to go out, promising that he would snag hot new women and they could both share in the spoils. But he was in a funk and eventually he picked himself up and he hit the gym. Within a couple of weeks of daily hard workouts, he was too tied to care about her anymore and getting more optimistic about moving without her. He was in a confident mood again ready for new conquests.

Then the phone buzzed and he heard her voice, "Hey you, it's been a while, I was thinking maybe we could just catch up a bit?"

He tried to fight a shaking voice, cleared the lump in his throat and said "Sure, when and where?"