It all started on an ordinary Thursday; I woke up early, said good morning to my parents, did my stretches like I learned when I was a cheerleader, just had a coffee with milk because I don't feel very hungry in the morning and went to work as normal at my aunt's clothing store. However, you know those super stressful days when nothing goes right? This was one of them. There were customers hitting on me, customers spilling coffee on my blouse, children dropping some clothes on the floor and even an attempted theft. But the worst part was yet to come.
After work, I put on my purple top and short leggings, put on my sneakers and tied my long blonde hair in a ponytail, but just as I was about to call an uber to the gym, I decided to go straight to my then-boyfriend's house. We weren't in a very good phase, so since his parents were traveling, I thought we'd have a romantic evening to try and make things better instead of going to the gym like I've been doing for the last few months. The "funny" thing is that I didn't tell him I was going there, as I wanted to surprise him and I ended up surprising myself.
I opened the front door with the copy of the key he'd given me and as soon as I walked in I was faced with a pair of women's sandals that weren't mine and, by the size, couldn't have been his mother's either. My blood instantly boiled and my heart raced. I walked through the house in silence and with light steps and as I climbed the stairs I heard moans that got louder as I approached his bedroom. It was then that I saw what had motivated me to do what I did.
David, the guy I'd been dating for almost five years, was lying on the bed where we'd had our first time, while a brunette slut was riding his cock, moaning wildly.
"I can't believe it." I said coldly, standing in the bedroom doorway.
When he heard my voice, he instantly pulled that woman off him and stood up with the nerve to say that "it's not what you think" while his cock was still hard.
All I said was "it's all over" and left, but not before taking a good look at that bitch. Luckily I didn't recognize her.
I went straight to my best friend's house, told my parents I'd be sleeping over and told her everything while crying my eyes out.
"We'd been dating since high school. He is the only one I slept with with and the only one I always trusted. How could he do this? We were saving money to move in together and I still thought I was going to be proposed to at any moment."
I went to sleep in tears sharing a bed with my friend and woke up with a swollen face and smudged make-up. I immediately took a hot shower while she was still asleep and put on the same clothes I had worn to work the day before. I didn't want to wake her up to borrow a new one.
I arrived at the store for work without being able to disguise my downcast face. I didn't have my daily make-up on and my face was still a little red from crying. It only took a simple "what's wrong?" from my aunt for me to cry again.
My relationship with her has always been very open, we talk about everything and some things about me she's the first to know. Like when I had my first time with David or when I smoked weed once and never again.
She left the store closed for 40 minutes while I repeated everything. In the middle of my rant, sadness began to give way to anger.
"I've always been a good girlfriend and this is what I get in return?"
Accustomed to having problems with men, my aunt made me realize that crying and eating ice cream while watching romantic movies with my friend wasn't going to work for me. She gave me the day off and while I was driving back to my parents' house, I started to come up with my plan to get even. Even though I've never been a vengeful person, this situation was too much.
David has had a rival since elementary school, Ryan, and even before we started dating, I knew about this rivalry. They both have similar personalities and tastes, but they differed greatly in appearance. Ryan is a black man with thick lips and rounded features. Very handsome by the way, now I can finally admit that. David, on the other hand, is that typical popular boy from the movies: white, light-eyed, with fine features and brown hair. Not that I'm judging, since I'm white and blonde with blue eyes. So we were the perfect couple for these teenage clichés.
The two of them had always played football, so as is common with boys, They were always competing to be the best in the school team and the captain in matches against other schools. Each year it seemed that one was better than the other, always varying who was ahead, but in their final year of high school, it was a newcomer who took their place, leaving a feeling of a tie forever.
One difference between them at that time was that Ryan had numerous girlfriends, while David only had me. Which I now suspect after discovering this betrayal.
I've spent all of these almost five years putting up with David's complaints about Ryan. I heard about their fights countless times and of course I always sided with my ex.
So knowing all this anger towards each other, as soon as I got home I went straight to my room and deleted my Instagram photos with David, started following Ryan and liked about 3 photos of him. One shirtless on the beach, another sweaty after a workout at the gym and the last one was of him with his family because I thought it was cute. As I expected, it didn't take 10 minutes for my ex's rival to follow me back and send me a message.
Of course, he immediately asked what had happened between David and me, and I explained a little bit, I didn't want to give away too many details at the moment.
He then came up with that speech. "He doesn't deserve you. You're too good for him. If I were your boyfriend, I'd never do that."
I admit that despite the cliché, I enjoyed reading those things. Because it was all true. David had changed a lot in the two years since high school. He was grumpier, left the house less and less, was starting to lose his athletic shape, but I could put all that behind me, thinking that these things would change when we moved in together. Now, what really bothered me was the fact that he'd been unemployed for three months and apparently wasn't making any effort to get a new job. It really seemed that only I was making an effort to get our life going and this was the cause of a lot of discussion between us.
Ryan and I chatted until lunchtime about some silly topics without any depth, when he told me he had to go to work, but not without asking me out on a date in the evening. Which I accepted without hesitation. It was at that time that my mother came home and couldn't understand why I wasn't at work. And once again, in less than 24 hours, I told her what had happened.
My mother was floored, she really liked David and couldn't believe it when she heard. What caught her attention was that I was looking pretty good for someone who was going through that, and that's when I told her about my date that evening.
"Are you sure, darling? It's not too early? We can order chinese food later, call Laura."
Although I liked the idea, it was already clear in my head what I was going to do.
Even though I didn't tell her exactly what my plan was, I managed to reassure her and asked my father not to know anything. He didn't like my ex very much and I didn't know how he would react.
I spent the whole afternoon anxious, with a chill in my stomach, feeling like I was in high school again when I went out with David for the first time. I tried on several outfits and opted for a very naughty one. A short white top that left my belly hanging out and a green mini skirt. Underneath was a sexy set of white lingerie that I'd been saving for our fifth anniversary. For my feet, I chose white high heels, as I remembered that Ryan was much taller than me.
When the time came, there was Ryan honking his horn in front of my house. I said goodbye to my mother and walked out the front door, finally getting to see him in person after all this time.
Ryan looked even better than he did in high school, even though it had only been two years. His beard had a good amount of volume and his hair was braided, his smile was whiter than ever and he even looked stronger than in his Instagram photos.
He got out of the car, greeted me, complimented me and very kindly opened the door for me. I can't even explain how nervous I was in that car, not only because of the situation I had put myself in, but also because it was my first date in so long.
While we were talking about where we were going, he put his hand on my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. I could already feel a warmth between my legs and decided to dare.
"How about we go straight to your place?" I was too eager for my plan.
Ryan was surprised by my idea, I know it's not every girl who skips the date to get down to business and he thought I'd be one of those.
"Great idea." He said with a broad smile on his face. I doubt any man would have turned down.
It was an apartment a little away and even though it was small, it was a well-used and well-organized space for a single man.
All it took was a sensual music and a few minutes of chatting and that was it. We were kissing on the couch. His hand on my leg and my hand on his face. It was a slow, hot kiss, with a certain chemistry that I hadn't expected. I shivered from the back of my neck to my toes, feeling those thick lips mingling with my thin ones and our tongues swapping places in each other's mouths.
It was then that I got on his lap, took off his shirt and put both my hands on that muscular chest and when we started kissing again, I felt the bulge in his pants pressing against my panties. I moved my hips slightly back and forth, sliding over that bulge. That's when his hands grabbed my ass and I couldn't hold back the muffled moans as I felt my buttocks being squeezed.
Suddenly he stopped playing with my ass and ripped off my top and then my bra. There was no point in choosing such a pretty one. Then his mouth grabbed one of my breasts and he sucked eagerly, while squeezing the other with his hand. I closed my eyes and put my hand on the back of his neck, carefully stroking his braids. Until I felt his wet tongue circling my nipple, driving me crazier and crazier.
I got off his lap, knelt down and tied my hair into a bun. He took off his pants and underpants until his cock sprang free from the fabric, hard as stone.
