1. Sam's Saturday Night


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    “No, you go without me, Kim! Have a great time.” “Yeah I know, but I can’t go tonight; not in this state.” “I’ll be fine by tomorrow, really; Monday latest. I’m really sorry.” “Nah, don’t worry. I’ll be ok. See you soon. Bye!” I touched the screen of my phone to end the call and slumped sulkily down on the sofa. It was ten o’clock on Saturday night and I was home alone; not something I was used to and definitely not something I liked. As a twenty-year-old single girl and a student at the local college, my Saturday nights were normally one big party. Usually by ten o’clock I would be the wrong side of a few vodka shots and out on the town with Kim and the girls, carefully dressed in the right short skirts, the right high heels and the right short, sleeveless tops looking for the right bars with the right boys inside and having a right good time. But not tonight! Tonight I was home alone and feeling sorry for myself. It wasn’t that my friends had deserted me or that I was mourning the recent end of my last relationship; my best friend Kim would have come over and sat home with me if I’d asked, but I wanted to be alone that night. I wasn’t anything like as unwell as I’d told Kim either. No, the problem tonight was not my friends, it was me; my face to be precise! I had broken up with my boyfriend a month earlier after over a year of relatively steady, relatively monogamous relationship. Although I hadn’t expected to spend the rest of my life with him, I had cared enough and ...
    trusted him enough to have gone on the pill for him and we had stopped using condoms in bed. Our already-great sex had soared once we had gone bareback and the physical side of our relationship had surged ahead, but he had always had a wandering eye and even great sex hadn’t been enough to keep us together. Around our first anniversary the itch had set in and the selfish bastard fell for Millie, a slim blonde hairdresser. They had been fucking for a full month before he broke the news and dumped me; there had then been that godawful row in McDonald's during which I had slapped his face, and our relationship was over. Of course, now that I was back on the dating scene condoms were essential, so I had stopped taking the pill and gone back to trusting in latex. And that was where the problem lay. When I had started the pill my hormones had gone haywire and my skin had become terrible. To make things worse, I put on quite a bit of weight and had to check for spots and pimples every day. I strongly suspected that this had helped make my ungrateful shit of a boyfriend look elsewhere. I suppose I couldn’t blame him in one way; Millie was two dress sizes smaller and had peach-perfect skin, the cow! The irony was that, by the time he dumped me my skin had cleared up again, though I admit I was still carrying those extra pounds. It was that as much as anything that had made me believe that dumping the pill was good riddance. The trouble was that in the month since I had I stopped taking ...
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