Look at me. I’m not a bad girl, really. I just get lonely. Well, I guess my boyfriend finally had enough of it. We got into a huge fight last weekend. He came home from his business trip a few weeks early and we decided to go out. What he didn’t know was that the bar we went to,well, I had been going there for a few weeks already and had this guy there that i had hooked up with a couple of times.

Unfortunately for me, he was there that night, and while my boyfriend was listening to the band, I went back to the bar to get us a couple of beers and my little friend was standing right there. He knew I had a boyfriend, and I explained to him that he was here with me, but it didn’t make a difference. I really wanted to be good, but he grabbed me by the arm and took me outside.

There was a picnic table under the tree at the far side of the parking lot, and before I knew it, I was bent over it with my skirt around my waist and my tits hanging out of my tank top. Then, the unthinkable happened.

My boyfriend came walking out of the back door of the bar, apparently coming outside to have a cigarette. He lit up and began to walk over toward the picnic table [which he knew was there] to sit down and relax while he enjoyed his smoke. I began to panic! I couldn’t say a word because he would hear me for sure! We were shrouded in the shadow of the tree, and I was just praying my lover would hurry the fuck up, but no such luck.

My boyfriend walked right up to the table and saw us, just as my lover was cumming. I never felt so terrible. He simply put his cigarette out on the ground and told me to go get in the car. The car was silent the whole way home with the exception of me crying. He dropped me off, and without saying a word, simply drove away. No yelling. No cursing. Nothing!! I haven’t heard from him since. I guess you could say I learned a hard lesson that night. I can be a good girlfriend, I know I can. And I will be, from now on.