AFTER JIMMY – Part One

A few weeks before, I had broken up with my boyfriend Jimmy after going with him for almost one year and I was very lonely. We almost always went out alone, just the two of us. He liked it that way. So, here I was just two months shy of 18 with no close friends. He had been my world and I had shut out most other people, boys and girls.

When we first started going out, we started having sex after a couple of dates. He liked me to go down on him and I got to be pretty good at that. He liked to go down on me too, and I acquired a liking for that too. At the outset I was a little nervous about fucking because I was afraid I’d get pregnant, but then I went on the pill thanks to a social worker at school and we were more relaxed.

His older brother had his own apartment and that’s where we wound up most of the time. His brother traveled a lot on business – he was a salesman – so we had the apartment to ourselves most of the time.

Towards the end, Jimmy didn’t seem to enjoy the sex as much as he had earlier on, and he cancelled a date here and there and even skipped sex when we did get together. I started to feel that he was losing interest. Then, one night he asked me if I ever thought of being with another girl. I was shocked, and very quickly told him “no way.” He left it by saying he’d like me to think about it because he’d like to go to bed with me and another girl. He said that would stimulate him and his interest in sex. I was dismayed.

Finally, he told me that he was having sex with another girl, who I barely knew, from a school across town. He said she was willing to share him, and she liked girls too. Would I reconsider going to bed with the two of them? I was very angry as you can imagine and one thing led to another and we stopped seeing each other. I was the real loser because I had no one to turn to; he had this other slut.

Then, I started to talk with a couple of girls at school and became friendly with them.