The following all happened about ten months ago. I met this girl and we went out for coffee, then out for a drink, we ended up making out with each other, even though she had told me she had a boyfriend. This was my first real relationship and I was as nevous as anything, so I assure you she initiated
everything. Anyway, I didn't like that she had a boyfriend so I told her that we should be friends and that wouldn't happen again. Anyway, a week later it happened again but I admit although we were both a bit tipsy, it wasn't her doing all the initiating this time.
So she breaks up with the boyfriend for me, then gets back with him, then breaks up with him again. All the while fucking the both of us. I guess at the time I was feeling very self-assured that I got this fantastic girl, and very horny as it was my first sexual relationship. I was feeling very
cocky 
About 5 months into our relationship, after she had dumped the other guy for good, she tells me she may have gotten drunk and kissed some guy at a party! I go nuts, she starts bawling and crying and I forgive her. Then I notice her condom stash is getting smaller and smaller every time I go to her apartment, not proportial to the amount I use them either.
Even still I am totally ecstatic about everything, I am madly in love with her and my life has never been better!
Me being weak-willed I have sex with her with no condom on a bunch of times. She meets a new friend and he and her seem very, very close but I am too much of a wimp to confront her. She tells me one day that she has chlamydia! Where did that come from, I wonder? My first sexual relationship and I get an STD? I'm so scared at this moment, I am so far out of my league I'm going nuts!
Anyway, one day out of the blue she tells me that we should just be friends. I had had a few beers that afternoon so I couldn't drive her home so we still slept together in my bed that night, and the next morning we have sex, even though we've broken up? I put on a charade of being happy and agreeing with her but inside I'm dying. She goes on vacation for two months, comes back and we're gonna meet up for a coffee. I go up to her apartment and she lets me in and she's in her room with the door clothed, and her 'new friend' is lying on the couch on his stomach! I go in and take a look at him and he doesn't get up, he just lays there looking very uncomfortable... almost as if he has an erection and can't stand up to greet me! I've decided long ago that I'm so much better off without her and I take her out of coffee just for the hell of it. We get there, sit in silence for a few minutes, out of the blue I slam down $5 on the table and walk off, leaving her in the middle of a coffee shop on her own with everyone staring.
Later she begs me to meet with her so she can explain, we go out for dinner and she's flirting like anything, but I know I don't want it. We're about to drive home and I look out the window and see her totally drunk 'friend', throwing up and walking into parked cars in the middle of the night, walking along the street. I tell her she'd better take care of him, she gets out and I drive off leaving her and her drunk 'friend' in the middle of nowhere at midnight.
The last thing I ever said to her was 'I don't give a damn what you do. Just fuck off.'
Sorry for the long story
Now it's been almost a year and I've decided that I don't miss her, used to miss the lifestyle, but now I'm with a wonderful woman
