My life revolved around my girlfriend Keisha Stone, who was eighteen years of age and a brunette. We both had pale white complexions.

It was only in the summer months that our skin would really tan and darken.

We had now been dating for two years and lived together for about one of those.

Keisha was once a star gymnast and played lacrosse, while I was into football and track.

Once school finished for us, so did playing sports.

Keisha worked part-time in a restaurant, while I worked in computer store.

The only exercise we did now was at the gym after work.

Apart from socializing occasionally, we spent most of our time together and working.

We had a few sexual fantasies that we had imagined incorporating into our vibrant sex lives.

Our main ones were a threesome with a bi-guy involved and a romp around a nudist’s colony.

Mine was the later.

It was more talk to amuse ourselves, after a good romp in the sack.


Things couldn’t have been any rosier at the time, but I sensed sometimes Keisha (Kee, as I called her) was becoming distracted.

That was until Keisha opened up and started probing me about her fantasy to further our commitment together.

I wasn’t quite ready for a bi-guy entering our bedroom – it scared me.

So we decided to take a hiatus and explore other avenues, to clear our souls for the time being.

This turned out to be a big mistake to our companionship.



Now I was on my own, without my long-time girlfriend, my trusty right hand came into regular use.

As for Keisha, all I heard were rumors up until now.


In that time alone I began to fantasize and dream things unimaginable to me before.
Like bisexual and gay encounters when I dreamt.

I would hit the club circuit scene usually on Friday and Saturday nights, out of sheer boredom and loneliness.

I found myself exploring my options.

On some of these nights, I would end up lucky with a random companion.

I would take the girl home, shag her, and then set her free.

The chemistry wasn’t quite there, like it had been with Kee.

Two months into our hiatus, I wanted Keisha back so bad.

It was driving me crazy – so crazy in fact; that I would find myself jacking off to porn and imagining it was Keisha.

As soon as I got home from work I would begin.

I would strip off my clothes, and turn the TV on, put on a porno DVD, pour myself a glass of red wine, and sit down and watch porn all night.

I would jack-off up to as much as five times at night, and imagine the girls, or at least one girl, was Keisha.

One of my closest friends (Jay) once walked in on me by accident.

I hadn’t shut the door properly in my haste to begin my new routine.

There I was sitting on my couch, naked and stroking my cock to porn.

He just cleared his throat and grinned at me.
I felt like a twelve-year-old again when I saw his face.

I made sure to always lock my front door after that.


Since our hiatus I heard stories that, Keisha had already hooked up with an old school friend of mine, Tyrone.

It wasn’t as much of a shock to me that they did.

I already knew Keisha was a beautiful and sexy girl, and Tyrone, well he was a black stud.

I knew deep down that Keisha had held a candle for him while we were together, therefore, I could blame no one but myself for the demise of our relationship, and their new-found friendship

Even knowing that, I did feel a tiny bit shocked when I first saw them together.

There they were playing tonsil hockey out in the park.

Tyrone had a hand groping Keisha’s breasts and another attached to her crotch.

I could see several hickey’s on her pasty white neck.

They were too wrapped-up in themselves and didn’t see me walk by.

What I did notice was that Keisha was now dressing totally differently now.

Once upon a time she dressed more conservatively, but now she dressed more risqué very short and revealing clothes, like tiny cut-off shorts and basically a sports bra under an open plaid vest.

She was more ghetto now.

I was taken by surprise after seeing them and the way Keisha acted now.

It was then and there that I decided it was time to move on and start to plan a life without her.

One part of me wanted her back, but another part of me just couldn’t accept the new Keisha.


I tried to move on, and on to an old flame of mine – my ex-girlfriend Jacqui, who was from my old neighborhood.

Jacqui had some mental issues that caused me grief the first time around, but she was also alive and female, which were the two things I didn’t have around me and needed at the time.

Jacqui had been a friend of mine since kindergarten and we stayed friends even after our relationship ended.

I had slowly started to forget about Keisha and bring Jacqui back into my life again.

Then Jay came by to visit me one Wednesday evening.

I wished he hadn’t and hoped he didn’t come by to gossip.

“Hey man, how ya going?” Jay asked.

“Not too bad!” I said.

He asked me if I had heard about the party on Saturday night.

I replied, “Ah, no man, I went out for tea with Jacqui.”

“Jacqui? How’s that going for you?”

“Slowly, but we’re not pushing it.”


At this time I offered Jay a drink.

We then sat down on my couch and mellowed.

I then turned the volume down on my TV and focused on listening to him.

“Well, Keisha was drinking and out of control.” Jay continued.

“I haven’t seen her in ages.” I lied.

“Early on in the night, she was bad-mouthing you, and then Jacqui.” He said.

“Okay, but Jacqui and I are just friends.” I said, Justifying.

I thought to myself that Keisha must be blowing off steam, and reading more into Jacqui and me.


“She later was all over Tyrone and dragged him upstairs and away from the party.” Jay said.

“Old news, I had known they’d been fucking for some time now.” I said, slowly getting annoyed at the gossip.


“Well do you want to hear the rest or what?”

I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes before nodding a yes.


“Well this is what I have been hearing for some time.” said Jay.
“Keisha had been going saying to people that she wanted to get back at you.”
“She was pissed that you moved on to Jacqui, of all people.” Jay quickly said.

I replied, “Really? But I’m just friends with Jacqui and nothing more.”

“She was telling people that told others that she planned to get back at you.” Jay said.

“She just sounds jealous of my friendship with Jacqui.” I said.

“Since you guys split-up, she has slowly changed.”

“Ok, like I said I am outta the loop.” I paused.
“But whenever I have seen her and Tyrone together, all she is doing is making me lose all interest in her!”

“Well, on Saturday night, maybe it was the alcohol or something, but she went overboard.” He said.


I just listened and was finding it boring.


Jay droned on.