I was an 18yr old and she was nineteen, gorgeous, long legs, great breasts and we had been "going out" for 2 years. My first kiss, my first "undoing of a blouse, my first removal of knickers, my first.....well you get the picture (all that took 2 years, now it would all be done in a couple of dates at most)
She went to Teachers training College and we kept in touch, passionate letters and i could n't wait for half term when she came home. On the day, it was a Saturday and i dashed around to her house to see her and there she was.....matured even more....looking more desirable than i ever remembered........BUT.......there was a fellow with her.....she introduced this d1ckhead as Gerald, a medical student that she had met in Cambridge and he had invited her to his home for half therm.
The COW...the BITCH......the ***.......I ran home and couldn't stop crying.......how could she?
I got my own back......but that is another story.
That was the last time i cried.
The End.