The story is written in British English
A short story about how he split up with his first serious girlfriend. It is a work of fiction so don't take it too seriously
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I remember clearly the day I ended it with my first girlfriend.
I was woken up from my half-doze by the sound of my phone pinging,
"Fuuuck!" I said aloud when I looked at the picture that was sent to me with the words "A sneak peek" with a heart emoji. The picture was of my girlfriend, Dawn, sprawled out on her bed wearing red lingerie and looking hot as fuck with a sexy smile. Her breasts looked like they were spilling out of her bra. I could feel myself stirring in my trousers. I replied with aubergine and fire emojis.
I was going out with her tonight and I was in no doubt from that picture I was going to get lucky. To be fair I got lucky most times I saw her, day or night.
After saving hard for two years, I managed to get enough money to afford to move out of my parents and into my own place. OK, I'm renting but it is still my own. That was six months ago. Two months after I had settled in, I bagged myself a girlfriend, Dawn. I had plenty of hookups in the past but she was my first serious girlfriend.
We had been going out for four months and what a ride it was. At thirty-one she is a few years older than me but she has sold me on older women.
Unlike chicks my age, she knew what she liked and was not shy to ask for it. I was not shy to give to her either. Not that it was one way, her blow jobs were spectacular. I was snapped out of admiring my girlfriend's picture by the security intercome and the voice on the other end said,
"Got a delivery for you!"
When I let him in, I frowned. I didn't remember ordering anything. As I pondered that thought there was a loud and angry banging on my door. "Fucking hell!, I thought and angrily opened my front door to confront whoever it was,
"Why are fucking my wife!" the man at the door furiously demanded before I even had a chance to say anything.
"Who the hell are you!" I demanded back. "What the fuck are you doing banging on my door?"
"Because you are fucking my wife!"
"Look mate, I don't know who you are but I'm not fucking your wife! I don't make a habit of fucking married women!"
"So, you're saying you're not fucking her?" the man showed me a picture of a woman on his phone and I felt sick to my stomach. It is a picture of Dawn, arm in arm with the man in front of me smiling happily. From the picture, there is no doubt that they are a couple.
"Shit!" I despondently say, and a look of horrified confusion appears on my face.
"You did know she was married, didn't you?" the man said, his voice becoming slightly less angry as became perplexed at my reaction.
"Mate, I, I'm sorry," I stammered. "I had no idea."
A look of confusion crossed his face to match mine before I offered,
"Do you want to come in to sort this out?"
Not knowing what else to do he accepted and came in and took a seat on the sofa. I went and got a couple of beers from the fridge and gave him one. All of his anger had disappeared and he began to look distraught.
Not knowing how to begin I tell him,
"Honest to God, I had no idea Dawn was married. My Dad cheated on my mum so I know what it does to people. If I had known, I would never have gone out with her let alone sleep with her."
"It's okay," he tells me, "I believe you. I accept she lied to you too," I blow out a sigh of relief. "Six years we've married and been together for eleven. We met at school. Eleven years of my life wasted on her," the man begins to sob.
"I'm so sorry. It must be horrible," nothing feels more awkward or horrible than to see a grown man cry but this guy on my sofa was bawling his eyes out in front of me. I really felt for him so I sat down with him.
"Oh shit!" the man suddenly stopped crying looking embarrassed, "I'm sorry, you must think I'm pathetic."
"No, mate," I tell him kindly. He did look pathetic but I don't make a habit of kicking a man when he is down. "Your heart's been broken. You must be going through hell."
"And you've just found out your girlfriend is married. That's got to suck."
"Yeah, it does but I've dodged a bullet. You've lost the love of your life. You have it much worse." A wicked idea hits me, "Shall I call her and get her to come over? We can confront her together."
The man laughs, "Yeah let's do it. She'll shit herself. I'm Jack by the way," and he holds out me for me to shake.
I take his hand warmly, "I'm Harry."
I pick up my phone and I called Dawn on speakerphone,
