Ropes and Roses

And one day I come home from school and literally catch her cheating on me with a man. I was completely devastated. I immediately bolted out the door to a friends place and stayed there for a few days and when she came to apologize it sounded more like the apologized for me catching them and not for her cheating on me in the first place. But oh well. As she always said, she was older and usually right. And I loved her. So we actually start dating again, I go back to her place (where all my shit still is) and during date night, we drink quite a lot. And she goes: "You know what will fix this? You fucking the same guy I did! That way we will be even!". I laugh and tell her no, but she literally texts him to come over. We keep drinking and at some point he rings on our door. She lets him in, he starts drinking with us and I'm like "????? A man? Here? In my safespace?" Eventually, she starts groping me and I'm torn between being horny for her and the guy sitting there. And then he just joined. At first I felt like I'm gonna puke. She told me it was okay and that I will see that sometimes good cock is worth it. They start undressing me, she bends me over our living room table and kisses me while he starts fucking me from behind. I cried a few times while he fucked me but holy shit. That feeling of him just pounding into me while I'm crying, her holding my face and telling me I'm a good girl for taking him, her pushing my face between her legs while he's sliding into me. Jesus. I've been chasing that feeling ever since. I've pleasured myself to that memory so many times. I think back to it and get horny again. All the time. The things I'd do to feel that exact thing again. The intensity and all. Needless to say, my next relationship was with a guy. I was all over that dick lmao.