Optimism

Flower bouquet in hand, splash of sweet new cologne, just bought clothes put together as a sexy outfit, a box of bonbons… these are things that we usually imagine guys giving to their girlfriends in special occasions, but that was not the case right now. I wanted to go a little against the norm and be the one who take these presents to my boyfriend, and not in a special day but just any day to make it special by ourselves. I didn’t even tell him anything of this, I wanted everything to remain a surprise. And it really did become a surprise…

I put my blonde hair up as a ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way, and made myself winged lashes with my eyeliner over my blue eyes. The mini skirt I was wearing revealed my skinny, white legs in a sensual way and my crop top was retro and sexy. I think I looked good enough to go see my boyfriend, whom I had been dating for over a year now. And what a wonderful year that was!

His parents were great and loved me, I don’t think they have liked any of his exes as much as they liked me. They were very warm whenever I went to their house and made sure I was comfortable, and it was not awkward or anything, like they were really trying. They were very good cooks and we’re more than happy to make me some meals; they even baked a cake for my birthday and it was very nice. It’s been a short year but I have had a lot of good memories made with that family.

My boyfriend was very loving and apparently really into me. I was so into the fantasy of us; he apparently had no eyes for other girls. Everything seemed to go wonderfully, he was also very pleasing at sex. He had long fingers which he used to finger me deep into my vagina and twirl my insides just right to make me wet and drip my vaginal juices all over him. He was a very sexy man.

Of course, all good things come to an end, and we’ll get there in a bit. Things were too good for me to imagine there could go something wrong, but we both let our guard down. I am talking in past tense because this is something that happened a long time ago already, around 5 months ago. But I am still hurt by it.

Going back to where I was, I was preparing to go surprise my wonderful boyfriend on a common day with a bouquet of flowers and chocolates as well as a sexy look to arouse him and of course, have sex. I made my way out of my house and onto his. I hopped into a taxi and told the driver where to take me. I resisted the urge to check my phone and text him that I was on my way, and I guess that was for the best. Of course, I checked my phone a few times but I had no texts or calls or anything from him. That was a bit odd.

Soon enough, the taxi parked right in front of his house. His house was big; it was actually his parent’s but they lived in another town and left that house to his care. The huge yard in front was lovely with colorful flowers and a path of stones laid out on the grass that lead to the porch. I got off the car and followed the stone road into the porch and quietly opened the door to the house using my spare key he had given me. I closed the door behind me silently, then made way into the house.

Everything was quiet and not a sound was heard. I started to get a bit worried. What if he wasn’t home? What if he was sleeping? I walked and looked into different rooms and not a person was in sight. Then suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the second floor. I had almost forgotten the house had another floor. I said to myself in relief that my boyfriend was here. I made my way upstairs silently and I could hear more noise. What even was he doing?

I got closer to what was his parent’s room and the door was slightly open. The noise kept coming from it, and I could differentiate what it seemed to be like a moan. I took a peek into the room from the slightly open door and saw it: he was fucking another girl on his bed. She was some brunette I had never seen before, but her body qualities were better than mine, with bigger boobs and a flexibility in bed that I didn’t have. She was riding his cock and moaning loudly, I can’t imagine how I didn’t hear the noise before when I walked into the house.

He pulled out and let her squirt a big gush of vaginal juices, then slapped her pussy with his cock. I opened the door slowly and the girl yelled as she saw me. He put her aside to look at what had scared her and saw me standing there, as I tossed my presents to the floor and tears started to flow down my face.

I left the room quickly and he followed after me, still naked and hard, calling my name. I ignored him and started to run out of the house. I dropped my keys on the porch and ran away, and he couldn’t go after me because he was naked. The following minutes consisted of him burning my phone with calls and texts, but I didn’t reply any. What did I do to deserve this? Did he really think I was that dumb? How many other girls did he fuck all this time?

I really didn’t want to talk to him or have an answer to all these questions. I just wanted to erase him from my life and continue moving forward, and that is what I will do.