Crazy Girlfriend Story #1
First girlfriend, and I use that word loosely as to this day I still don’t know what was going on.
We met in college after being paired together in a class, I was 18, virgin, geeky. She was 20, goth, 8 out of 10 in the looks department. Smart as hell. We worked together for a while, I tell her that I think she’s interesting and I’d like to take her out. She turns me down, I shrug and smile say “OK,” and continue on.
But she continues as we become “friends” to get closer to me all the time. Puts her arm on my knee when we’re sitting, grabs my hand when we’re walking. I mean total “we’re dating” type moves. Including a pretty passionate kiss at one point. I ask her out again, get turned down.
Her apartment was across the street from the school. After class one day, she asked me to come over and help with her computer. Keep in mind this was back in the days before everyone had a computer on their desk and smart phones were undreamed of.
So we wander over to her place, and while I was looking at her computer this 10 out 10 blonde walks in without a word grabs her and KISSES her right there in front of me. They make out for a while before the blonde goes “Oh, you have company,” while looking at me. The goth says “No you don’t, I saw him first!” and I’m apparently pretty oblivious to what’s going on.
A week or so later, I drop by for some reason, don’t remember why. The blonde was there, the goth girl wasn’t. We ended up talking for about two hours, about what time I found out she was a stripper AND a Pro-Dom. She says “Hey you’re pretty cool, I want you to come down to the club and watch me dance.”
“I can’t, I’m 18.” “What? No way! Get the fuck out! Well, I’ll just have to give you a show here.” At which point she leaves the room, and comes back dressed in stripper outfit. Puts music on and starts dancing, REALLY hot to the point that she’s grinding on me and undressing me on the couch.
Goth girl walks in and blows the fuck up. Screaming, yelling, throwing things around. They’re arguing, and I make my exit. A couple of hours later she starts calling me up asking where I am, etc. Says she needs help studying. I don’t answer the phone, let the VM take it because I’m confused as to what is going on. Fifteen to twenty calls a day for the next week. Five or six voicemails each day, she goes from “Hey, how are you?” to “You really need to call me!” to “Hey, I really need your help studying for the final,” to “My computer just crashed.”
I’ve got BAD feelings about this in general. Just before class the next week a friend comes up and says “Hey I heard you and goth girl were dating, Congrats!” and I’m like “WTF? She’s turned me down for a real date twice!”
In class she was perfect, no sign that anything was going on at all. But she did say “Hey, I really need help studying, please come over tonight after dinner.” to which I agreed. After all she was flashing her big blue eyes at me and showing a bit of cleavage.
So I head over at the appointed time. She’s dressed in a very sexy outfit, lights out, candles on, little light music, and a riding crop. “
So I did what any male in my situation did and was tied naked, spread eagle to her bed for the next four hours or so. I never did actually get sex, but I learned the art of oral on a female and left dazed to say the least.
Next day I get a call “You’re stifling me, I don’t want to see you outside of class anymore.” So I get depressed of course, but shrug it off. I see her in class for finals, but we don’t have time to talk. I waved at her, she turned around and pretended to not see me, I went on with my life.
About two weeks later, the blond stripper catches up with me and we start talking. I ask about the goth girl, get non-committal answers. But then she asks ME out. Flat up says that all she wants is to fuck me because she felt how well hung I was and just needed to get laid. So that night, I’m over at HER house and pretty much the same thing happens. She’s dark Mistress at the door, and I find myself tied to HER bed naked.
About an hour into things, a knock on the door and in comes goth girl. She’s like “Oh look what we have here! I missed you SO much, and your great oral skills.” At which point things degenerated into a threesome with two hot dominant ladies for pretty much the entire night. I didn’t leave until 6 am the next morning, but I was no longer a virgin, and I lost it to two women at once.
Two hours later, goth girl calls up “I don’t want to see you anymore!” “I hate you, you suck, you’re worthless,” big long rant that I ended up just hanging up on her. She calls back and proceeds to fill my answering machine up with a long message along the same lines.
So fast forward about a month. I don’t see either girl for quite some time. The stripper sees me and waves once, but kept walking at school. I turn around one day and the goth girl was there. She’s like “I just wanted to apologize to you, I was unfair to you, I’m not sure why I did that. I just wanted you to know that you’re a really nice guy, and I’d like to go out with you a few more times and see if anything develops.
So what am I supposed to do? We start dating, she’s careful to state we’re just fuck buddies at this point. The stripper comes along on a few dates, every date ends up in sex. Sometimes normal, sometimes kinky as hell.
About three months later, she finally says “Hey, I think I’m starting to fall in love with you. Just wanted to let you know. I don’t want to become official with you, but this is pretty nice.” I’m like, cool, yes, I agree. She’d been the perfect woman since the last outburst so I agreed and left for school in the morning after us both saying “I love you, have a good day.”
So apparently fifteen minutes after I left for the day, she got in her car and eye witnesses say she purposely swerved into an oncoming semi truck while going 50mph. She didn’t have a seatbelt on, died instantly.
I think I literally went crazy during that time. I found out from stripper friend that her parents were ultra religious, so the two of us went over to goth girls apartment and cleaned out all the sex toys, sexy outfits, etc. Apparently she was also moonlighting as a stripper on the side, which I didn’t know about.
At the funeral, things were rather awkward. The parents both blamed me, the stripper, and a couple of others for leading her astray. Found out she was excommunicated from their church, her mother literally spit on her coffin. It was a bad funeral all around, even today I can’t think of a worse experience I’ve ever had.
Couple days after the funeral, I get a call from the funeral home. Apparently the parents told them to throw her ashes away, they didn’t want them. But they couldn’t legally do that. So they were going down the list of guests to the funeral to find someone who could take them. So I volunteer to do so. After all this woman was up to that point the most important thing to ever happen to me.
So I grab the ashes and wondering what to do with them, ask stripper. She says “Oh, she had submitted a Will to her WICCAN group (that I didn’t know about either,) about a year before saying that she wanted her ashes thrown over the ocean on a full moon.” Three weeks later, I find myself up to my waist in the ocean, during a full moon, surrounded by a dozen women chanting… something, pouring ashes out of this cheap urn into the ocean.
The stripper and I had sex one last time that night, “It’s what she would have wanted,” stripper said and I never saw her again.
I also went partially crazy during that time, which leads me into stories about my next girl friend.
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