<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy?filters[tag]=longest%20breakup">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="51724625" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>From: sweetsammie@gmail.com</p><p>To: todd102@gmail.com</p><p>Date: February 18, 2019</p><p>Subject: Re: A Date</p><p>That was a heck of a weekend, wasn’t it? You’ve never fucked me like that and you seemed to have an endless supply of energy and hard-ons. What happened?</p><p>Oh, wait, we both know what happened, don’t we? We both know that you fucked me like that because I fucked Jason.</p><p>I know we didn’t really talk about it – it seemed like you were justifiably angry with me when I came by your room on Friday – but I think we both know that you were thinking about Jason fucking me when you got between my legs that night. I think we both know you were filled with some kind of jealousy (or maybe even a little bit of desire?) as you slid into my pussy.</p><p>How mad would you be if I told you that I was thinking about Jason too? I know that’s kind of terrible. I couldn’t help it, though. I was thinking about you too – you know I was – it’s just that he kept popping into my head. There was just something so intense about the sex Jason and I had on Valentine’s Day. It felt so good, you know? I came so hard.</p><p>Did you know I was thinking about him when you fucked me? Could you see it on my face? Could you tell that when I closed my eyes while you were inside me I was actually picturing Jason on top of me?</p><p>It didn’t happen every time, but there were times when I just couldn’t help it. I think you might have known, though. I think that’s why you fucked me harder when I closed my eyes. I think that’s why you tried to show me that you’re better than Jason. I think that’s why you spent the weekend trying to win back my pussy.</p><p>You did a good job. You really did. I came. Lots of times, in fact. You saw that. I know you did. I saw that smile on your face when you made me cum. I saw how happy it made you to know that you were responsible for my orgasm.</p><p>Of course, you weren’t entirely responsible for my orgasms. I know that’s hard to hear, but I want to be honest with you.</p><p>Jason wasn’t there with us – obviously – but he played a part in my orgasms. He played a part because every time I closed my eyes I saw him on top of me. I felt his cock inside me. I felt his tongue in my mouth. I heard his moans as he fucked me.</p><p>The truth is, that night with Jason was better than any of the sex we had this weekend. God, is that the most awful thing I could have said? Am I the worst girlfriend in the world?</p><p>Maybe I am. That’s okay, though. I feel like being honest with you is more important. Don’t you agree?</p><p>In this case, being honest means telling you that the one time I let Jason fuck me it was better than the sex you and I had this weekend. It was good enough that I couldn’t stop thinking about him when you fucked me. It was good enough that I just had an orgasm all by myself – right before sitting down to write this email – while I was thinking about Jason filling my pussy with his big cock.</p><p>I haven’t talked to Jason, though. I haven’t invited him over to fuck me. I haven’t done anything other than think about him. I know that’s not exactly a good thing, but it’s not cheating if it’s all happening in my head, right?</p><p>I know this is really weird. Most relationships aren’t like this (at least not openly; I know plenty of girls that fantasize about other guys while fucking their boyfriends, to be honest). Our relationship is like this, though, and I’m okay with that as long as you’re okay with it.</p><p>Plus, I’m pretty sure there’s something about this that you like. I don’t know if it turns you on that I’m clearly a little bit slutty or that you like feeling jealous, but it seems like you really enjoyed fucking me all weekend long. I know plenty of girls that wouldn’t have been in the mood for that, so maybe you should feel lucky that you’re dating a girl that was happy to spend hours this weekend with your cock inside her?</p><p>I’m super busy the next couples of days, so we won’t be able to see each other. I’ll talk to you soon, though.</p><p>From: sweetsammie@gmail.com</p><p>To: todd102@gmail.com</p><p>Date: February 21, 2019</p><p>Subject: Re: A Date</p><p>I’m so sorry we haven’t seen each other all week. I’ve been so busy with classes and work and that bio project that seems to be one disaster after another.</p><p>I know you’re probably eager to see me. Maybe you’re even a little desperate? Is that true, baby? Are you desperate to see me? Are you desperate to kiss me, to touch me, to feel my tight little pussy around your cock?</p><p>Given how much you fucked me last weekend, it’s been nice to have a bit of a break. My pussy was so sore! Your cock doesn’t really get sore though, does it? Your cock just wants to keep on pounding. You would have spent the whole week fucking me like that if I’d let you, I bet.</p><p>Have you been thinking about me while you masturbate (we both know you masturbate, there’s no point in denying it)? Have you been thinking about me beneath you? Have you been thinking about me on top?</p><p>Have you been thinking about something else? It’s okay if you have. It’s okay if you’ve been thinking about Jason and I having fun together. I don’t mind. I really don’t. I think it’s kind of sexy. I like that you seem turned on by me being naughty with someone else.</p><p>Have you been thinking about him fucking me? Have you been thinking about me being on my back with him between my legs? Have you been thinking about his big cock sliding in and out of the tight little pussy that you love so much?</p><p>I could share all the details if you want. We could get together tomorrow night and I could tell you everything about that night. I could tell you exactly how it felt to have him slide inside me. I could tell you how he fucked me in a way that made my pussy tingle. I could tell you how hard he made me cum.</p><p>Would you like that, or am I being a terrible girlfriend? Either answer is okay with me. I can stop if I’m being terrible. I don’t want you to hate me.</p><p>Oh, there’s one more thing. I saw Jason again. It wasn’t a date or anything. It was after class. I was walking back to my dorm and we ran into each other. We stopped to talk a little. We ended up sitting at one of those tables on the quad.</p><p>Jason sat next to me. He made sure to sit close. He wanted to be able to touch me. He didn’t waste any time, either. His hand was on my leg just a few moments after we sat down.</p><p>I didn’t stop him. I didn’t push his hand away. I liked it. It made me think of when we had sex. It made me think of having him inside me. It made me think of the way I came when he fucked me.</p><p>I was wet from him touching my leg through my jeans. Isn’t that crazy? I was genuinely wet. Soaked, even.</p><p>That’s why I didn’t stop him when he kissed me. He leaned a little closer and I tilted my head. I closed my eyes as his lips approached mine. I opened my mouth as he kissed me. I welcomed his tongue. I even sucked on it. I felt kind of naughty doing it. I mean, I was sitting on a bench kissing a guy that wasn’t my boyfriend and I was soaking wet.</p><p>I masturbated when I got home. My pussy was gushing, baby. It was genuinely soaked. I couldn’t help but masturbate. I had to play with myself. I jumped into bed, put a hand in my panties, and played with my clit as I thought about Jason fucking me.</p><p>I came so hard, baby. I came so hard while I thought about him inside me. Does that make me the worst kind of girlfriend? I was thinking about someone else and I was cumming. Is that terrible?</p><p>Let’s talk about it tomorrow night. Maybe, just maybe, you’re all hot and bothered from reading this. Maybe you’re going to masturbate as you think about me thinking about Jason. Wouldn’t that be fun?</p><p>From: sweetsammie@gmail.com</p><p>To: todd102@gmail.com</p><p>Date: February 23, 2019</p><p>Subject: Re: A Date</p><p>No big surprise, but Jason is on board with taking me on a date tonight. Are you still okay with that?</p><p>You certainly seemed okay with the idea last night. You seemed super excited about it, actually. I’m not sure your dick has ever been as hard as it was last night.</p><p>I knew you wanted to hear the details the moment I saw you. You denied it at first, but I could see the eagerness in your eyes. I could even feel it in the way you touched me. There was something different about your desire. You wanted to know what it was like to have another man touch me.</p><p>Did I do a good job telling you about how Jason fucked me? Did you enjoy the way I stripped you naked, pushed you into your bed, and cuddled up next to you? Did you enjoy the way I stroked your stiff cock as I told you about how good it felt to have Jason’s fit, sexy body on top of mine? Did it turn you on to hear about how much I loved having his big cock slide in and out of my tight little pussy?</p><p>We both know it turned you on. We both know you were absolutely crazy with lust, in fact. I saw the look on your face. I’ve never seen that look before, but it was beautiful. You were absolutely overcome with desire.</p><p>I felt it, too. I felt it in your cock. I felt the way you throbbed in my hand. I felt how hard you were. I felt how much it turned you on.</p><p>I loved the way you whined a little when I stopped stroking your cock. You wanted me to make you cum. I wanted to cum first, though.</p><p>That’s why I sat on your face. That’s why I made you eat me out before you could cum. That’s why I rode your tongue while I told you about how badly I wanted to fuck Jason.</p><p>You looked so cute with my juices all over your face afterwards. I had a huge orgasm on your mouth. I covered you with pussy juice. I wrapped my fingers around your cock once more. Then I pushed your limits.</p><p>You didn’t hesitate to agree, though. When I asked you if I could go out with Jason again, you said yes immediately. You clearly wanted it so badly.</p><p>Then I let you cum. I let you cum while telling you about the fun I was going to have with Jason on that date you’d agreed to. I let you cum while I told you how I was definitely going to fuck him again.</p><p>I could see you regretted agreeing to the date afterwards. That wasn’t a big surprise. Guys tend to say anything as long as it will help them cum.</p><p>You agreed to it, though. I’m going out with Jason tonight. I’ll probably spend the night with him, so you won’t see me until Sunday at the earliest.</p><p>From: sweetsammie@gmail.com</p><p>To: todd102@gmail.com</p><p>Date: February 25, 2019</p><p>Subject: Re: A Date</p><p>I bet you’re probably wondering how my date with Jason went.</p><p>It was amazing! It really was. I wore a pleated skirt – yes, it was short – and a sweater. It was pretty cold in the skirt, but I knew we weren’t going to be outside for long and I really wanted to look good for Jason. I wanted to drive him a little bit crazy. Plus, I kind of liked the idea of him having easy access.</p><p>He took me to dinner first. It was a cute little restaurant. It was the first time we’d actually tried to learn about each other and it turns out he’s a really great guy. He’s super interesting and smart, which is a bonus. I mean, if the sex stays as good as it was the first time I’d keep going out with him even if he was an idiot.</p><p>Anyway, after dinner we went to a club to watch his friend’s band play. They were surprisingly good and they actually did a couple of slow songs, which means Jason and I got a chance to dance and do a little bit of fooling around. It was just kissing and a bit of light groping, but it was more than enough to make me wet.</p><p>After the show we walked back to his dorm. He kept stopping to kiss me. I was a little cold, but I loved it. He probably could have convinced me to bend over somewhere and just take it from behind. I was desperate enough.</p><p>There was one point where he fingered me. We found this little spot between two buildings. He pressed me up against one of them and kissed me in that passionate, vigorous kind of way that I love. His hand moved between my legs immediately and he skillfully found his way into my panties and my pussy. He even commented on how wet I was. I told him it was because of him. I told him how badly I wanted to fuck him. In other words, I was being a very naughty girlfriend.</p><p>He took me back to his room. We kissed. We stripped each other naked. I was struck by a naughty desire. I think it’s because I was thinking about him bending me over outside. I got on my hands and knees in his bed. I looked back at him. I said, “Fuck me doggystyle.”</p><p>You wouldn’t believe the look in his eyes. Guys are predictable, I guess. Of course he wanted to fuck me doggystyle. He put on a condom, he slipped into my pussy from behind, and he pounded me.</p><p>He really pounded me. It was aggressive, like it’s supposed to be when a girl is on her hands and knees. I was offering my pussy to him for that and he took it as I intended.</p><p>I reached down and played with my clit as he was pounding me. I came first. He came soon after. He held my hips so tight as he filled the condom with his load. My whole body was twitching. It felt like this really beautiful way of paying off the desire I’d felt all evening.</p><p>Of course, that desire soon returned. He fucked me again not long after. This time in missionary. I actually had two orgasms while he was inside me. He fucked me a third time before we went to sleep. We did missionary and me on top. I came again.</p><p>That’s four orgasms in one night. Four great orgasms, too. We fucked again Sunday morning. We have another date set for Tuesday night, though I’m pretty sure that’s just going to be us going back to his room to have sex.</p><p>I don’t mean to be harsh, but at this point I’m not sure it matters if you’re okay with this or not. I’ve been on three dates with Jason now. I’ve fucked him a bunch of times and I’m not going to stop. I want to keep fucking him.</p><p>I want to keep playing with you, too. I want to wrap my fingers around your cock again. I want to tell you all of this in person and watch you get all worked up. Do you want that?</p><p>I still want to be your girlfriend. It’s just a different version now. It’s a lot dirtier. If you can handle that, let me know.</p>