He Thought His Girlfriend Was Bad; She Showed Him Real Bad
She gave her boyfriend a real reason to be jealous after his fit of jealousy the night before. Punishing a jealous boyfriend can be fun!
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I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish handbooks on how to train us, young women, for sex and share my sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and submissive teen (18+) slut. Yes, a slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural. #FreeTheNipple #FreeThePussy
The following short story is among the first ones I wrote. I’m blonde, I’m a scuba diving instructor, and I love being nude in front of drooling men. So, it’s no surprise that I wrote about a young blonde who simultaneously discovered scuba diving and the thrill of being nude around men.
"Fuck off!" were the last words he said to her the night before. It was the first time a man had ever spoken to her like that. And it came from her boyfriend, which didn't sit well with her.
Brooke had been the first to retire for the night after a fun-filled day on the tropical island. John joined her in bed, but instead of wrapping his arms around her as he usually did, he stayed on his side. Brooke sensed something was off and began a fishing expedition.
"We had a great day, didn't we, John?" She hoped to uncover any problems.
"It was, for that blue-eyed guy you were flirting with in the pool."
"What?" Brooke was taken aback. She remembered a handsome man trying to talk to her at the pool, but they barely spoke.
"You could have made it clear you weren't interested."
Brooke couldn't believe what she was hearing. While she knew her boyfriend had a tendency for jealousy, this was the first time he had voiced any concerns – this week. She replayed their day in her mind, trying to figure out where she went wrong. John eventually got out of bed without another word.
Brooke waited for him, her eyelids drooping from a day filled with sun, sand, and margaritas. But when he didn't return, she dragged herself out of bed and found him lounging on the couch, covered in a blanket.
"What the hell? Come back to bed!"
John didn't respond or budge. Anger flooded through Brooke.
"Isn't it a man's job to protect his territory?" She remembered how John never joined her in the pool but instead sat on a lounge chair, leaving the door open for other men to approach. It was his fault.
"Fuck off!" John growled.
"Yeah, sure! I'll find someone else to do that!" Brooke retorted before storming back to bed, seething with frustration.
Brooke woke up and made her way to the kitchen of their rented beach condo. There, she noticed that her boyfriend was no longer on the couch and that no coffee was left in the pot. Usually, he would make them both coffee in the morning and even bring her a cup in bed.
She found him sitting on the porch, sipping his coffee while staring out at the ocean. "You already drank two cups?" It wasn't a big deal; she could just make more.
"I only made one cup. Maybe your admirer has some for you?"
And just like that, Brooke felt anger boiling up inside her again. No! More! She couldn't believe John was still jealous over a guy looking at her at the pool the day before. She had only said "hi,” and it wasn't her fault that the guy's obvious arousal made John uncomfortable.
In all those rom-com movies she had watched, wasn't it the boyfriend's job to defend his girlfriend's honor? Or was that just Hollywood?
Frustrated, Brooke went back inside to make her own coffee. As she poured water into the machine, she couldn't help but think about why she had come to this island – to relax and have fun, lots of fun.
So far, their first day at the pool and beach had been nice, but nothing mind-blowing. And now she was stuck with a sulking boyfriend who had turned into a jerk. How long would this last? Today? The rest of the week? She couldn't handle it. She didn’t want to. It was time for her to have some real fun on this trip, with or without him.
Brooke returned to her suitcase. She was never good at unpacking. As she rummaged through the clothes, her hand landed on a white semi-transparent bikini cover-up blouse, which caused her to smile. She replaced the boring T-shirt she had slept in with the blouse and confidently walked out onto the porch. "I'll go see if the neighbors have coffee," Brooke announced nonchalantly, not bothering to look at him as she could feel his eyes glued to her backside.
The god of revenge seemed to be on her side as she approached their neighbors, four guys lounging on the porch. Two were perched on the railing because a few chairs were being used by dripping scuba gear.