True story; names have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved.
I've had my share of ex-girlfriends since I started dating back in eighth grade and we've split up over varying reasons. Some of them left me due to misunderstanding, while others felt I wasn't the right guy for them. My first ex in college falls into the latter category, but she stands out as being the only one who tried to win me back. And the lengths she went to accomplish that are worthy of a story, here goes. The story begins in the fall of 2011. I began college that past September and was making friends left and right. I successfully pledged a fraternity, had moved into the frat house and by the beginning of October, I even had my first college girlfriend. Bridget and I had been inseparable for the first few weeks after we met, typical for two 18-year-olds.
We had gone to movies, cubs, and even to a music concert on campus over a month. As soon as we entered our second month together, however, Bridget seemed to be drifting away from me. We hung/went out less and less until she told me she wanted to breakup.
"I don't think we're the right people for each other," she said. "No hard feelings I hope."
"No that's alright," I told her, secretly wishing we could've worked it out. After going our separate ways, I began focusing on my studies again. But before I knew it, I would end up in quite the spectacle. About two weeks after the breakup, Bridget saw me at lunch with my classmates and asked if she could sit with us. We started talking about studies, our teachers & professors, and other things but then she told me she wanted to get back together.
"I made a rash decision," she said, "wanna go for coffee later?"
I was intrigued by this about-face, but I wasn't ready to get back together with Bridget or find someone else for that matter. "I don't think I'm ready Bridget," I said, "Maybe later." Well, Bridget wasn't about to take no for an answer. Over the next couple of weeks, she blew up my phone asking me to go out with her any given night or meet for lunch. When she kept responding to my declines, I began ignoring her messages; I even blocked her number just to keep my sanity intact. This reprieve lasted the first week of November but soon, this story would take another turn. I was studying at the frat house, enjoying the silence as the rest of the members were away for a football game (one frat member was the quarterback.)
It was a cool, cloudy night and around 9:30 PM, it started to rain. Shortly after the rain started, there was a knock on the door. I went to answer the door thinking it was my dinner order; you could imagine the look on my face when I saw who it was. When I opened the door, Bridget was standing in the rain, her pajamas soaking wet. She had her hair in long pigtails, only socks on her feet, and was carrying a large shoulder bag. She looked at me with sad puppy eyes and said: "Look, I'm lonely and need you again, please take me back!"
I took her inside before she could catch a chill and was about to ask her what she was up to when she said: "Let me get out of these wet clothes." She then stripped naked right in front of me. "See anything you like?" she asked.
I did see some things I liked, but I didn't want to fall into this. "Bridget, I don't know where this is going," I said, "and I want no part of it. Get dressed and go back to your room." That's when she began to "cry," falling to the floor and wrapping her arms around my legs.
"Please babe, I'm all alone," she said through her crocodile tears, "Let me at least stay the night, I need your love!"
With that, I knew Bridget wasn't gonna leave until I at least went along with this. So I said: "Okay, you can stay for now." Elated, she popped up and threw her wet, naked body on me, kissing my cheek harder than any of my aunts ever did. Now, this was the first time I had seen her tits and pussy. I mentioned I liked what I saw but didn't want to let it on. In the meantime, I asked if she wanted me to dry her pajamas. She said yes, so I took threw them in the dryer.
