I was done with love, I had just had my heart broke by the 3rd woman in 3 years. I tried to do everything right. I paid for dates, I waited a few dates for the first kiss, I gave them attention and showered them with gifts. I even gave space and comfort when the situation called for it.
I dated Amber at the tail end of college, she was very good looking, she had an hour glass figure but a skinny waist with a nice set of tits. She was real wife material if I had ever saw it. I loved touching her hips as we kissed and she returned all the affection.
Then one day about 4 months in, and about two weeks after we first made love, out of the blue, she up and left me. I thought it was something to do with my performance in bed initially. I had nothing to be ashamed of a 8 inch cock, I made her cum at least 3 times each time we made love, and it was a few hour each time. I knew I had to put in my best for her, a woman as gorgeous as her was not something to put partial effort into. Stamina was not an issue, I had a high sex drive and cold stay hard for hours, even after I came. I worked out regularly to be appealing to her, it was something I took pride in. I thought to my self when she left that unless she was faking all of the orgasms I gave her she might have been screwed in the head, she genuinely looked like she enjoyed every night of passion.
After the breakup I tired to get her back, she flat-out said we were not compatible. She broke all contact with me. I did see that my sister and her remained friends, at least on social media. My sister Ashlee lived back home on the other coast anyways so they were not close friends, but they had been known to communicate online when we dated. They had only met twice and I would not be surprised if Amber forgot she was friends online, Ashlee never posts, may not ever be on that site anymore then in the beginning of our relationship. Ashlee had got a new internship and was really into her new job at that time.
After a few months that was all in the past anyways, I met another girl, Ann. Ann was another woman who was out of my league just like Amber. She was a pretty southern bell. Her tits were not as big, B cup at best. She had a skinny little ass thou. She moved to the area for an intern job. Once I saw her I knew I needed to at least try and shoot my shot. Luckily with her being from the south and me being from Virginia we clicked. I treated her the same way, although we did start having sex earlier on in the relationship.
She was great in the sack, and I was a generous lover, I ate her out pretty much every time to at least 2 orgasms before I gave her another with my cock in her sweet tight bald pussy. Her clean shaved pussy was the first hairless woman I had been with down there. I Enjoyed it and wondered why I never ever saw any hair. She had told me that her mom had told her men don't like it and her mom pair for permanent hair removal using her dad's money as a highschool graduation and 18th birthday gift, of course he did not know. I could only be thankful for her mom's forethought about my experience and her dad's money.
The relationship got to the point where I was going to start looking at rings. I know she would say yes, we had already spoke about our future and babies. I did actually propose and she said she needed to wait to give me an answer, but she did confirm it would be positive, she just needed me to do the more traditional stuff like ask her father for permission. We planned a trip down south and I had over a month before I could ask and make her my fiancée.
The night before our flight she mentioned being nervous. I asked her why she was nervous about seeing her family. She explained that the last time she saw her parents in person it was not on great terms, but it was better now, they had made up. She explained more that when she was in college, she and another girl from her hometown had experimented together having lesbian sex. She ended up calling it a failed experience but one she was grateful for. When the other girl went home she told her parents she was a lesbian and that Ann had helped her discover that, everyone including her parents found out. Her parents got very upset upset to the point that they were going to disown her.
Ann had never told me this before, about her and another girl or about her parents being upset. At the time I would have been right along with them. I had been raised with more traditional values and Ann seemingly had as well. I was not her parent and we were not dating when it happened, so I attempted to make her feel better. I told her I understood that sometimes people make mistakes but she is on the right path now and we could get thru her misled past together. I thought I was being accepting of her mistake, I was wrong. Apparently she was not on the same page as me and she blew her top, she kicked me out and said something to the affect that is was not a mistake and that is it part of who she is.
A few years later I heard from a mutual friend that Ann had met and married a older black man. Her parents did come to terms with that, but only after she brought home their new grandchild.
That break up with Ann broke my heart, I was down and out for months. With my family helping and pushing me, at least remotely as they did not live with me. I did finally go out and meet a woman one night. Alisa was another girl way to good looking to be with me. She had DD tits, they were my favorite of any girl I had been with. While Alisa did not have laser hair removal on her pussy, she shaved it clean at least twice a week. She had straight long brown hair that she liked to have in pony tails. She did have a small little clit that stuck out a tiny bit when she was worked up, about the size of her pinky, that took getting used to but I loved her and it was sexy after I realized it was normal for some women. Her ass was the second best thing about her next to her milky titties. She had a cute bubble but, not fat or anything, just perfect. I loved seeing it in a thong. Any time she did anything slightly sexual my cock was hard.
I did open up to her about my prior experiences in love and loss. Amber who I did not know why she left me and then I told her all about Ann and gave her the specifics. Alisa was with me on my viewpoints and we had a lot in common. Even though I thought Ann was more traditional and conservative in her ways, Alisa was and she showed it. Alisa was a good church girl, she was active in the local political groups that aligned to my values, she understood the importance of the patriarchy and even discussed being a 'Trad' wife one day. She wanted to mother many children and do homeschooling maybe even living off the grid, the whole bit. I knew she was the right woman for me.
I got to the point where I worked up the courage to ask her for marriage. She agreed and we planned the whole affair. Alisa's hometown was a few hours away but she planned to have a bachelorette party here. She drove home the weekend before to get her sister and drive her back to stay the week before the wedding and help plan the last minute details.
That Sunday afternoon I was expecting Alisa to show up with her sister. I had met her sister one time and I thought she was a nice girl, she had her head on straight just like Alisa. Her sister was almost as beautiful as her, but a few years younger and still in college.
Finally Alisa's car pulled in and she came inside with a solemn look on her face. I was concerned and wondered where he sister was and what was with the mood she was presenting. She told me we needed to talk. I was getting worried, we had never had much of an argument, or a serious conversation like what she was possibly presenting. Initially I though she had some semi bad news, like someone died and we need to postpone the wedding, I was wrong, it was much worse.
We sat down on the couch and she explained that Friday night she went to the bar and had a few drinks with friends and her sister. Her sister left because her parents gave her a curfew. She said what happened after that started as a mistake and she did not mean for it to happen. I knew what she meant but I had to be sure. She had cheated on me and fucked some guy she met. I was not sure I could deal with a woman that cheated on me, but maybe it was something else.
I asked her if something happen that we can work thru or is it something worse. She told me we could not work thru this because she did not want to. She found out that she is not straight, she slept with her best friend from back home and she is with her now in the car, They are now together and our engagement is off and relationship is over. She said she was sorry and it looked like she genuinely meant it. She asked me to leave the house so her and her friend Sara could pack her stuff and leave.
I wondered why she wanted to leave, because this washer lease.
I was walking outside to my truck to go for a ride and I met a girl was walking in. This woman was a 10 as well, she had brown hair like Alisa. I was a man and I noticed her rack was probably a DD as well. She attempted to introduce herself and shake my hand, saying her name was Sara. I told her to fuck off and I walked past her to my truck. I drove around for 2 hours and went back. Alisa was gone by then and I went in and sulked for the rest of the night.
A couple days later I needed to tell my family not to come to wedding. So I called and talked to my sister and told her about my troubles. She was sympathetic and told me she would tell mom and dad. As we talked about me and my love life and how it always fell apart she said that Amber had messaged her and told her why we broke up. She had seen some anti-LGBT posts I made and could not date a homophobe. Now I knew what had happened to that relationship. It seemed that gay or lesbian theme was always a part of my breakups. Maybe I was the problem, maybe I was not accepting enough of the changing world. I mean, I am not sure it would have helped if I was an 'Ally' as they say with Alisa, but with Amber and Ann I would not have had those relationships end in those ways.
About 2 months later I decided I need a change of scenery, I was going to go back to Virginia. The lease was still in Alisa's name and I had not been paying rent. I was still pissed at her, she was probably still paying it because she felt bad for me, but I wanted to get back at her. decided this would be a good time and method of payback. Leave the rental without notice and let her find out when the landlord called. I would just take what I wanted in my truck and drive home. I would get a job there. After the truck was packed, the rental still had a lot in it but I needed none of it. I did one last walk thru to make sure I missed nothing important. I left the door to the house open and drove out of town.
On the drive home, somewhere in Wyoming I had not seen a town for over an hour. I was getting tired so I decided to pull into the next town to get a bite to eat and grab a hotel. I got to the diner and sat at the counter. I had on a shirt from the college I went to. Luck would have it the guy I sat next to also went to that college.
