My Jennifer is a total fucking slut whore! I know it - she makes no bones about it. But that is what first attracted me to her, and I actually think I like the fact that she is as easy to lay as a throw rug! I have never chased after her - I never had to. She always comes to me when she is horny (which is most of the time) and I never turn her away.

Jenny was and still is the sexiest girlfriend I’ve ever had and I’ve had several very attractive girls in my dating life. She is a ten in anyone's book. I often said she should think about auditioning for a Playboy centerfold, but she said she didn’t want to deal with all the drama she’d get from her parents.

Jennifer is about five foot eight inches tall, with a great tight body, built very leggy with super sexy legs accentuated by muscular calves. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, which she usually wears straight and parted down the middle. Her hair used to be longer - almost to her waist, but she got tired of all the brushing it took. She has soft sweet lips that just beg to be kissed, a big sexy smile, perfect teeth, and green eyes. Her breasts were very averaged size 34C's, until a later boob job brought them to 34DD's. And as if the rest of her body wasn't hot enough, her pussy was amazing!

Her pussy is neatly tucked into her folds and it looks like a soft peach until she gets really turned on, and then it opens slightly like a flower beginning to bloom. She gets super wet when that happens, and I mean super wet, her pussy juices soaking quickly through her panties and anything else she is wearing! More than once she has left the seat wet with her pussy drool!

She can get creative with her pussy trim too, over the past few years I have seen landing strips, a heart, and an arrow pointing down at her pussy. Although these days, she keeps herself shaved, telling me she likes the way it looks and the way her panties feel against her bare pussy - especially when they rub across her clit. Jennifer has a fantastic ass too... firm, tight, and high - perfect for spanking or fucking, both of which she loves!

We met when we were both freshmen in college. It was our homecoming game and the whole school was excited because we were playing our main rival school, Oklahoma State. Here in Texas, we take our football serious and if you aren't a big football fan you are looked on like some alien species or something!

I liked football and even played in high school, but I decided not to take advantage of a football scholarship, even though I could have easily had one, because I didn't want football to be everything. I wasn't interested in going pro, and I wanted to concentrate on other things in college besides football. High school was one thing, but now it was time to put that away and get an education that I can put to use in earning a living.

I was working on a degree in business management. Jenny was also a football fan and I was to learn she was head cheerleader in her school. She, like me, had put those times away wanting to focus on getting a degree in nursing.

Jenny and I were in line at the concession counter at the football game, I was right behind her. When we got to the counter, she ordered what she wanted, but when it came time to pay for it, she had come up a little short of funds - something we college kids often ran into! So just as she was about to put things back, I stepped up and offered to pay for her food as well as my own.

She turned around to see who her benefactor was, and that is when I got my first look at Jennifer Snyder. She smiled at me and thanked me. I was stunned at the vision in front of me. The next thing I knew we were sitting next to each other huddled under my blanket (yes it can get chilly even in Texas at times). I had my arm around her shoulders holding her blanket up and she thought it would be funny to see how much teasing I would allow her.

She was rubbing her hand on my thigh, then up to my crotch, and finally she unzipped my pants and reached in to play with my now hard cock, all while we sat there watching the football game with hundreds of other kids in the bleachers beside and in back of us! Fortunately the blanket was positioned so that no one could see her hand jacking my cock and I had just enough composure to not make any undue noise while she brought me very close to cumming!

The game ended with us winning the homecoming game and so everyone was in high spirits (I had other reasons to be happy!) and so we ended up back in my dorm room where she spent the weekend with me in a wild sexual marathon. Jennifer is a passionate and insatiable lover - the perfect combination for a freshman with a hard cock and a lot of stamina!

One thing that I learned about Jenny early on is that she is a huge exhibitionist and tease. She did, and still does, dress sexy as hell. She mostly wears super short skirts or mini dresses and usually wears CFM heels to accentuate her sexy legs. The only time she wears sweats and sneakers is when she is at the gym.

She goes to the gym regularly to keep herself in top shape, but also it gives her a chance to flirt with the guys working out there! When she is at the gym, she wears a tight t-shirt that is cut almost too high and her sweat pants are tight to show off her shapely figure.

In cooler weather she likes to wear thigh-top stockings and she has a couple garter belts which she sometimes wears with her stockings. She likes wearing short blousy or pleated skirts to class or on weekends. She wears slinky micro mini-dresses or tube micro-minis to go out in the evening, most of them low rise or plunging in front and low in the back too. She does wear jeans on occasion and they are tight and low rise, with "strategically placed" rips in them to show off her legs and ass. She also enjoys her "Daisy Duke" shorts (tight, low and very short!)

Her tops were always tight and sheer with either plunging fronts or off the shoulder styles - she loved to show off skin! And she didn’t mind at all going without a bra, in fact she rarely wore one unless it was to make me have to take it off her! Jennifer still does not have a single pair of panties that aren’t sheer to ultra sheer, mostly thongs but she also likes the low riding French cut panties.

Jennifer has a large flat wooden box under her bed where she keeps her sex toys and a few porn DVDs. She readily admits to masturbating almost daily even if we have had sex already that day. She has a large and growing collection of dildos, vibrators, sex beads, Ben-wa balls and lubricants, which she likes me to use on her.

We both love to watch a porn DVD while we are having sex - the sights and sounds allow us to fantasize that we are having sex in the same room as they are and it makes it all the more exciting. She often likes to go to the adult stores and check out the sex toys and porn, usually coming home with some new toy to play with!

I've already said that sex with Jenny is fantastic. While she is adventurous and always up for something new and different, her favorite sexual position is on top of me as I lay on my back so she can ride me cowgirl style, facing me. This lets her watch my face as she bobs up and down on my cock, and it lets me play with her clit and grab her tits as she rides me. Sometimes she leans over and watches my cock as it slides in and out of her, and she also loves the slow grind on my cock, feeling it move around inside her tight pussy.

Another favorite position is on her knees with her ass high in the air, her knees spread wide and her head down on the bed. She kneels on the edge of the bed usually for this and I stand behind her fucking her wet slick pussy or her tight ass. She likes this because I can grab her hair, spank her ass, and call her degrading names as I fuck her. She loves the rougher side of sex and I am always up for a little playful "abuse". We have played BDSM games from time to time and it always ends up with us both drenched in sweat, exhausted and happy.

Jenny also loves oral sex both giving and receiving. I love the taste of her sweet pussy and can eat her for hours. In the blowjob category, she has no equal, always giving me tremendous blowjobs. She likes rimming and it turns her on to lick me and for me to lick her ass. She has learned how to deep throat and can swallow me clear up to my nuts, pushing my cock down her throat until her nose presses into my stomach. She comes up gagging and gasping with saliva strings coming from her mouth, but she loves that nasty, slutty look. She rubs her saliva over her face and tits just to show me how slutty and whorish she is!

She is loud and vocal about every part of sex and loves dirty talk. I make her beg and I make her tell me explicitly what she wants. She loves to be called names and verbally degraded too, calling her slut, whore, and cunt. She loves to send me emails telling me to "hurry over and fuck me!" and including a photo of her is some lewd and sexy pose. In fact, I have had to set my email up so that it doesn't automatically show images because I have opened her emails before in places where those kinds of pictures would lead to embarrassing explanations!

Another of her favorite games is to invite me over for an innocent dinner or to fix something or help her in some way. I would come over not suspecting anything and she would come out of the bedroom in nothing but a pair of those stockings, garter belt, and her heels. She'd look at me with her great big gorgeous smile and turn and wiggle her ass and go into the bedroom. When I would enter her bedroom, she’d be lying back, her legs spread out wide on her bed, and her wet dripping pussy beckoning me.

As wonderful as all this sounds, she did have a few things I didn't like about her. She was very spoiled, coming from a very rich and influential family. She was also overly dramatic, getting mad and pouting like a little child when she didn't get her way (usually when I couldn't come over and fuck her). She could be jealous if she saw me talking to a girl she didn't know or didn't like.

The biggest thing that I didn't like was the fact that she just couldn't seem to stop hitting on other guys. Even when she was with me, she was always flirting with other guys and on a couple occasions she even asked if I minded if she left with one of them. We got into a big fight that night and I thought we were done for. It was about a week and a half before I heard from her again. She was considerably meeker and apologized and I took her back.

We were good for awhile but she was, is, and always will be a habitual flirt and it wasn't too long before she was batting those big green eyes at some other guy. She didn't go off with the first few guys she flirted with, but then one day it happened again. This second time she had to employ her friend Brittany as an emissary to come talk to me, because she had told me the last time that she wouldn't do it again. Brittany had known Jenny even longer than I had and told me a few things about her past that I didn't know.

She told me how when she was in high school, she had gotten mixed up with a bad guy, a guy who mistreated her and who would verbally and physically abuse her. He messed her up emotionally so much that she thought she had to be a slut in order to make a guy like her. This guy even went so far as to make her have sex with his friends so that he could look good in their eyes and be "cool" to them. She was his whore - his unpaid whore - and he made her perform oral sex on his friends as well as fuck them whenever he wanted.

This explained a lot and I did take her back after that. Yes part of it was probably pity, but I really did love the girl too - despite her wanton ways. After Brittany told me about Jenny's past problems she said that Jenny was really very sorry and wanted me to take her back. Brittany and I talked things over and I told her to tell Jenny to come over, but that I wanted Brittany there as well. So we set up a meeting at my dorm for that weekend.

The girls came over that Saturday and we sat down to have a good heart-to-heart. I told Jenny that I understood why she did what she did, that Brittany had told me about her past, and that I was willing to overlook it once again. But then I laid down some ground rules for our relationship that I expected her to follow. I told her that I knew we weren't married or even going steady, but that when she was with me, she was with me and that I didn't want her making eyes at another guy much less going off with him. She was free to date other guys if she wanted, and I would date other girls as well, but if we were on a date or at a party, she was all mine.

Another time, Jenny and I had just finished having another bout of amazing sex and we were lying naked together in her bed recovering. Jennifer propped herself up on one elbow and as she trailed a long red finger down my chest, asked me how many girls I’d ever had sex with. Well, I didn’t really want to get into this conversation (first off this is not the kind of talk you have right after sex with someone, and also because I didn’t particularly care to hear about her past sex life, which I knew to be much more extensive than my own).

I tried to steer the conversation onto other subjects, and tried brushing the question under the rug. But she kept pushing and prying until she got my entire sexual history out of me, including that wild drunken New Year's Eve three-way with Lisa and Kelly. Jennifer actually seemed to enjoy this conversation and hearing about my exploits. She asked how I liked each girl and what they did to me.

Then Jen began telling me all about her sexual history. She started having sex earlier than I did, with innocent petting which quickly led to more involved fingering, blowjobs, and finally sex. She admitted to being with seven guys, although I'm fairly certain now that there were a few more that got lost because of her state of drunkenness or a drug-induced stupor.

When she was eighteen, she'd had an affair with a thirty-six year old married man that worked with her dad. That lasted for about 3 months before the man got too nervous about his wife finding out and broke it off. Four of the guys she’d been with were from five to ten years older than her - she seemed to like older men. Which made it all the more puzzling to me why she and I had such history - I was only a few months older than she was. I guess she had come to realize that older men - especially married older men - were a no-win situation. They may be fun to play with and know what they are doing in bed, but as far as anything long-term, well you are bound to get your heart broke if you think you are going to live happily ever after together.

The most shocking revelation, though, was when she told me of the time one she'd had sex with Brittany. It was right after another failed relationship had come to it's inevitable ending. She had come to Brittany's dorm room teary-eyed and broken-hearted for comfort and while Brittany held her telling her that men are pigs and she's better off without him, something happened and her and Brittany ended up making lesbian love together.

Jen said that she considered herself straight, as does Brittany, and that was a special case. However, Jen also confessed that it wasn't the only time she had been with Brittany or other women. After she had finished with her past adventures, it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it might hearing about it. In fact, some of her exploits sounded pretty hot!

We stayed together from our freshman year when we hooked up at the homecoming game until the end of spring our sophomore year when our first big break up happened. After that, the rest of our college years was a history of breaking up, dating other people, then getting back together and breaking up again. We never seemed to stay apart long, probably since we always seemed to bump into each other on campus someplace.

Since college we’ve had this weird pattern of not seeing each other for a couple months and then for no apparent reason she pops up on my doorstep like she had just come over yesterday. Of course, we always end up having wild hot sweaty sex - I can never seem to stay mad at the girl!

She has often told me, "You’re the one and someday I want to marry you, but right now I am just not ready to settle down yet." She was the first one to say, "I love you" and she still tells me that she loves me. If she ever decided to settle down and get serious about getting married, I would probably go for it. But right now she is far too slutty and I am not sitting around waiting for her while she goes out and fucking guys and girls.

I'm not having a problem getting sex, and every now and then I even end up with a steady girlfriend for a few months. So I'm not going to rush things. I am having a good time, I get enough sex to keep me from doing something stupid and I have time to myself so I can do the things I want to do as well. It's a good arrangement for now and if the situation changes, I will worry about it then.

After I graduated from college (my degree was a two year program while Jenny was going for a four year degree), I got a good job with a local firm. With me out of college, Jenny didn't have a stabilizing influence anymore so she soon dropped out of college, to her parents dismay.

We continued to date for a couple months, and our parents were hoping for an engagement announcement - her parents especially, thinking that I could finally rope in her wild behavior and get her to start acting more like a responsible adult. But that was not to be.

She decided one day that she wanted to see Europe and so at the spur of the moment she flew off to Paris, France, barely having enough time to tell me she was going away. While she was there she hooked up with this artist guy about ten years older than her and his girlfriend, and they had this open relationship - meaning the three of them had sex with each other individually, and all at the same time, menage-a-trios style.

Her friend, Brittany moved to Boston after she graduated and got a job with some legal firm, passing the bar exam to become a public defender.

She stays in touch with me regularly sometimes calling just to say hi. Brittany recently got engaged to some rich guy, and I'm glad for her - he will keep her in her lifestyle.

Brittany loves to keep me up to date on all the sordid details of Jennifer’s slutty adventures and usually ends our conversations about her by saying, "Once she’s finished running around she’s coming back to marry you."

I respond by telling her, "I doubt that, she's never gonna stop her whoring around." Brittany seems to have no doubt that Jen and I will get married eventually.

About six months after she took off to Paris, Jennifer came home for a few weeks around Christmas. She called me from the airport and told me she couldn't reach her folks and asked me to come pick her up. Of course I agreed, and even driving to the airport I was kicking myself in the ass for being such a pushover for her. When I first saw her, she had her back to me. I knew it was her and I walked up behind her.

"Welcome home, Jenny!" I said. When she turned around my jaw hit the floor - Jenny had gotten a boob job over in Europe and I hardly recognized her. Her 34C's had swelled to 34DD's!

"Oh my God, Jenny!" I said when I remembered my voice.

"You like them? I got them a couple months ago. I love them... they make me feel so sexy!" she said.

"I-yes they look amazing!" I said. My cock agreed.

"I got a couple other surprises waiting for you as well!" she said with a giggle.

We ended up going back to my apartment and having sex, with me taking full advantage of her new tits. I discovered her surprises were a couple new tattoos - a design on her lower back just above the curve of her ass began and a small rose tat right above and to the left of her pussy. She also sported a pair of shiny silver rings through her nipples!

As it always was with us we ended up patching things up between us that night and afterwards she asked if I had been seeing anyone. Well I told her there was one girl I had been frequently dating but I didn't think it was too serious. Jennifer's jealousy over me came out and she caused me and this girl to break up, which was exactly her intention.

She acted like her and I were getting back together and that she was serious about us now. Which I stupidly fell for and thought maybe she had come to realize where she belonged. She told me what happened with her artist. It seems he and his girl decided it was time to find some new inspiration and they picked up and left for Spain. They didn't think it would be a good idea for her to come along (I think they were politely telling Jenny that they were tired of her myself) so without anything left in Paris to entertain her, she came home.

Jennifer is able to jet set around because her grandfather (where the family money originally came from) had set up a trust before he died that pays her $35,000 every 3 months for the rest of her life. This trust fund is a source of aggravation to her parents, but there isn't much they can do about it. They keep hoping she will settle down but this money allotment means she can pretty much do whatever she pleases. Her parents are quite clueless about what their daughter is really up to!

She had picked a bad time to come home because her parents had taken off for a vacation of their own for a month long cruise, which is why she couldn't reach them. So instead of staying at home like she planned, she was made to stay in this dumpy little flea-bag motel. I offered to let her stay with me and she kept saying she was going to but never did.

Jennifer and I were together for the rest of the month while her parents were gone. It was almost like old times - we laughed and had a wonderful time together. I saw the old Jennifer I fell for back in college. But then her parents returned from their cruise and as soon as they saw her, her dad went off on her seeing her boob job and knowing that his "little girl" was still just as wild and rebellious as ever.

"Aren't you ever going to grow up, Jennifer?" he said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"So no 'Hi honey' or 'Welcome home, Jenny'? It's right to ragging on me to grow up, is it?" Jennifer said to her dad. Jenny stormed out of her parents house and went back to her motel room.

The next day she called me up and told me about the fight that she'd had with her father. Then she said that she was going up to Boston to visit with Brittany for a few days. She asked if she could store her things with me since she would be giving up her motel room and I agreed. So she left for Boston the following day.

While in Boston, Brittany called to inform me that Jenny had had a several week sex fling with some stripper chick and even did some weekend work nude dancing herself (her parents never knew about that). Then in a couple months, she’s back in Dallas again.

She knocked on my door when she got back to Dallas and as soon as I opened it, she threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me hard on the lips. I barely had time to grab a quick breath before she had covered my mouth with hers. I fell backwards into the house, taking her with me and we kissed for a long time.

"Oh I missed you so much!" she said, when I was finally able to break her kiss and suck in a breath. I took her hand and led her into the living room where we sat down and she told me all about Boston.

She admitted the thing with the stripper chick - she knew that Brittany had told me about it. And she told me of her strip club work too. She said that taking her clothes off like that for all those guys made her so horny she could barely finish the night's work!

She told me that she had been fired from the club though because one of her "regulars" had offered to pay her for sex and she took it. Turns out the regular was a vice cop! He took her in and she went to jail, but the judge was lenient when she told him that she planned on going back to Dallas.

Now she was back home and needed a place to stay (again). I asked her if she had seen her folks yet and she said she didn't want to see them just yet. She said she didn't want her dad starting up again about settling down and growing up. She just wanted to crash at my place and have a nice time before facing her parents. Knowing she could get anything she wanted from me, she crawled up into my lap straddling me and facing me. She looked at me with her big green eyes and pouted her bottom lip out.

"Please?" she asked playfully. I didn't say anything at first.

She undid a couple buttons of her blouse. "Pretty please?" I still didn't say anything.

She completely unbuttoned her blouse and held it open for me. "With sugar on top?" Then she smiled at me, knowing I was going to give in. And I did, grabbing her and pulling her to me so fast she squealed before I covered one fat hard nipple with my mouth.

"Fuck me! Take me to bed and fuck me right now!" she said. So I stood up, picking her up with me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I walked us into the bedroom. And we spent the rest of the night in mad, passionate, sweaty, sex.

With her accommodations secured, I went to work the next day pretty happy. At the time I was between girlfriends and so having a regular partner was handy. She stayed with me for a week and every day I came home to a hot, sexy, hungry woman - my sex life had improved and it was nice to have someone warm in my bed beside me again.

That following Monday, I was called into the bosses office and told that he needed me to go to Las Vegas for some special training. I called home and told Jenny the news and she understood. I was a bit surprised she didn't want to go with me, since Vegas is just the kind of place she would really get into, but at the time I had other things on my mind and blew off the peculiarity.

The next day I took off for Vegas and I was there for three days coming home Friday afternoon. Originally I was supposed to be there through Saturday and come home Sunday, but we got through the training faster than anticipated and so I wanted to surprise Jenny and come home early to spend the weekend with her. But instead of surprising her, it was I who was surprised.

As the cab I was in pulled into the driveway, I saw two guys coming out of the front door and headed to this beat up old van.

When I got to the front door it wasn’t closed all the way so I just walked in. Going down the short entry hallway, I walked into the living room, where my shock was complete. The room was a disaster, with clothes and dishes scattered around, ashtrays filled to overflowing with cigarettes and what I can only assume were the remains of joints, there was a couple bongs on the table and the whole room smelled of pot. Several liquor bottles were scattered around, adding to the clutter and right in the center of the living room floor, a half-eaten pizza sat in its open box.

I started walking through the house to try and figure out what the hell had been going on. I went into the kitchen which was even more of a mess than the living room with food on the table and not a clean dish in the house. The sink was half full of dirty water and the refrigerator which normally has a good stock of food, looked like it had been raped.

I walked down the hallway towards the bedroom. I peeked into the bathroom where I found a girl passed out on the floor, the toilet full of vomit and stinking. The next room I went to check was the bedroom, my sanctuary from the day's troubles.

I stopped at the door, not sure I wanted to see what was behind it after all. But I needed to know - I still hadn't come across Jennifer and I needed to find her to find out what was going on. So I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Inside there were three guys, Jennifer, and another girl, they were all naked and sweaty. The other girl, long-haired brunette, was kneeling on the floor, her ass in the air and her head down on the floor. One of the guys was behind her fucking her doggy-style while she moaned and fingered her clit from between her legs. From the sound of it I got there just in time as she was about ready to cum and he was doing his best to join her.

Jennifer was laid down on her back in the middle of the bed between two of the guys who were just laying there, the one on her right was laying on his stomach with his hand over her and his hand resting on her tit and the other on her left was laying his head on her stomach just above her pussy. Jenny's legs were wide apart, she was sweaty, her pussy lips were soaking wet and oozing with white cum, the bed sheet wet underneath her, she was looking toward the ceiling and obviously stoned.

"What's going on in here?" I asked. My appearance startled the brunette who shrieked and stood up snatching part of the bed sheet to cover herself. I could see the party had been going on for some time because she had globs of cum in her hair and on her face.

"Who the hell are you?" she snapped at me.

"Who am I? This is my house, that's who am I!" I replied. She dropped the sheet, quickly scooped up her clothes and ran from the room, followed by the guy who was fucking her. He was apologizing and asking if she'd come to his place so they could keep on partying.

Jennifer looked up towards me and she smiled saying, "Hi sweetie!"

"I want everyone who doesn't live here to leave right now or I'm calling the cops!" I yelled, clapping my hands together loudly. The two guys on the bed got up stumbling and got there clothes and began getting dressed, although not fast enough to suit me. I chased everyone out of the house until it was just Jenny and me.

She was getting up herself but as stoned as she was, it was hard for her to do anything with speed or grace. I watched her for a couple moments but I got disgusted with the condition she was in and turned to leave the room.

Jennifer’s stoned and drunk voice asked, "Wait, Michael, why don’t you stay?" but I just left and went for a drive and did some thinking.

She called my cell phone a couple hours later trying to say she got very drunk and high and didn’t mean for that to happen. I told her that we were through. I was madder at her than I had ever been. But strangely, there was something else. As mad as I was at her, I was also oddly turned on thinking about her having sex with these other guys!

I drove around for about four hours finally finding myself in front of a club. I went in and decided I needed a drink. While I was there I spotted this cute but slutty little blonde number with a very short dress and a bright red blaze colored into her hair. She was pierced in her eyebrow and her tongue and she came up to me and asked if I'd buy her a drink. She was cute enough and she'd caught me in just the right mood, so I bought her a drink and soon found myself back at her place. We fucked like mad and I was able to work out my frustrations of Jennifer on her.

I spent the night with my stress reliever and the next morning I got a hotel room. I didn't want to see Jennifer for awhile because I didn't want her to try to sweet-talk her way back into my good graces. I stayed in my hotel room Saturday and most of Sunday but then I had to go home to get some clothes for work the next day.

When I walked into my house this time I didn't know what to expect. At least there were no guys leaving the house as I pulled into the driveway - that was a good sign! I went into the house and found that things had been cleaned up and the place looked pretty good. I was relieved. I looked for the suitcase I had taken to Vegas (I had set it by the door when I came home Friday) but it had been moved. I walked further into the house and that's when I saw Jennifer coming down the hallway.

"Oh! You startled me!" she said, "Hi..."

"I just came for some clothes and a few things. I have to go to work in the morning," I said, moving past her towards the bedroom.

"Michael wait... please?" she said, touching my arm.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Please Michael, please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry about everything... it just got out of hand."

"Listen Jennifer, I'm not mad at you anymore, but I don't think this is working out. You like to party way too much, and that's your business. We aren't married and I don't own you - you are free to date or fuck anyone you want. But the thing is that everyone you fuck I end up fucking as well because of you was to catch some STD, then I would get it too. Not to mention your party-hardy lifestyle affects my life when I try to keep up with you. You may not have to worry about a job, but I do. And I need to be able to do my job without worrying about you and without the hangovers that come with your lifestyle.

I have known you for a long time and I have been patient and understanding in letting you have all the freedom I can. But you show no signs of slowing down or taking our relationship serious. You come in and out of my life like it's a swinging door and every time you do, you get my head all screwed around. I do love you and I always have but frankly, you are dangerous. You are dangerous to my career, you are dangerous to my health and you are dangerous to my future.

I don't know what else to tell you. I can't do this anymore. I am up for a promotion at work but to get it I need to be on top of my work. And this past week has shown me that you are not ready for a serious relationship. That's your life and if it works for you, I am happy for you. But I need someone more stable, someone who I can count on to be here and not wonder when she is off gallivanting all over the globe. I need a girl who is my girl - now and tomorrow. Not someone who blows into town on a whim and is gone like the spring snow again."

"I-I understand. I'm sorry if I hurt you. I will get my things and leave," she said.

"Where will you go?" I asked.

"Well I can stay with my folks for tonight. I am going to Atlanta to visit some friends I haven't seen in awhile and from there I don't know. But I won't screw up your life anymore. I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused," she said.

So she left and just as she said, she went to Atlanta. That was about a year ago. I heard through Brittany that Jenny stayed in Atlanta for a couple months before going to Los Angeles. From what Brittany told me she hooked up with some wannabe actor there and got herself knocked up. He got wind that she was pregnant and took off like he'd been shot out of a cannon. So she's going to be a single mother living on her allotment. Quite a lifestyle change for her.

As for me, well a few months after Jenny left I met a cool blonde chick, Kimberly, here in Dallas. Kim is a CPA with a large company. She’s has fantastic outgoing personality and is just fun to be around. I would not rule out getting serious with her. Kim put her way through college by stripping. She has an amazing body and know how to use it - sex with her is great!

I’m still kind of seeing her, maybe we’re fuck buddies and nothing more, I don’t know. We have an arrangement that we still see other people, but we usually get together once a week to go out on the lake, clubbing or just hang out and we have great fun. We're taking it slow for now but if things work out who knows?

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.