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I'm new to guilt.
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I dated this chick for about 8 months and had a hell of a time getting rid of her. Well, I guess date isn't the right word. We had one date in 8 months and the rest was just sex, mainly oral, mainly her deep throating and swallowing. She was what you might label a moped. I told her before we ever did anything that I did not want a girlfriend and if she was OK with just sex we had a deal, otherwise we shouldn't even start.
Anyway, she and her mother started introducing me to the rest of her family as her boyfriend. They'd say "Aunt Fefe, this is Cherry's boyfriend fubar." And I'd say, "No, it's just fubar."
Then she started telling me she loved me right after she'd swallowed a load, and I'd say "I'll be back tomorrow after work. Can you make me one of those pecan pies?"
Well, before I went off to college I told her that she needed to start dating other people and lose my phone number because I was going to do the same thing about her. She cried and screamed and asked me why I didn't love her anymore, and I told her I never did love her, but that she did give the best head I'd ever had. Thanks for the memories. Hope they tasted good.
So I went off to college and toward the end of the first semester I get a phone call and the chick says "Is fubar there?". It sounded just like an ex-girlfriend from high school, who was friggin' hot, so I got really excited and said "Hey! How are you? I was just thinking about calling you to see if you wanted to hook up this weekend." It was Cherry, and she had never sounded so happy to hear anything in her life.
I tried to explain to her that I had thought she was someone else, but the words just weren't getting through to her.
The next weekend, I'm leaving the dorm with my roommate to go to a poker game and who is standing in the parking lot, having packed on a good 40 pounds? Cherry.
She says, "Hey fubar". And stands there waiting for me to introduce her to my roommate, who has heard all the stories and is openly laughing at me in her face.
Cherry says "I'm in room xxxx at the hotel. I'll be there all night if you want a hummer."
Now, a deepthroating swallower is a rare commodity. Not so much so with fat women, but I had sworn off porkers when I went to college, and as such, hadn't been able to find a hottie with similar abilities.
So, I'm standing there talking to my roommate in front of Cherry, and I'm telling him I'd rather go play cards than get head from the heifer standing before us. And he tells me that if I turn down a blowjob from a chick, I'm a fag.
Sounds logical. So I tell him to save me a spot and I head off to the hotel with Cherry. We go into her hotel room and she pushes me onto the bed, does her thing, swallows the kids, and I stand up, zip up my pants, say "Thanks. Got a card game to get to.", and leave.
I found out about a year or so ago that she had gotten married and had a couple of kids and had finally found someone who wanted to be with her.
So why am I telling you all of this?
I heard yesterday that she was in a wreck with a drunk driver and her kids were killed. I guess I'm feeling guilty that I had added what appeared from my vantage point to be a pretty miserable year to her life.
Oh well.
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