Ruby (Cheating Girlfriend)

They tell you that time heals all wounds, but they never tell you how it feels to watch eight years of shared growth since the days of playground scraped knees and middle-school secrets be dismantled in a single Tuesday evening. It’s September 16th, 1997. It was supposed to be the night of her 19th birthday, a milestone for a girl you've loved since you were eleven years old. For eight years, you waited. You respected her 'purity,' her excuses, and her baggy clothes, while she looked at your 5'5" frame with a smile that you realize now was pity, not love. You, a virgin who has never even seen her in a swimsuit let alone nude, stand there, skinny and small, holding a store-bought cake while her home echoes with a level of vocal abandonment she never once gave you. Behind the door of her modest home isn't the innocent factory worker who builds SNES consoles; it's a woman entirely surrendered to a man who represents everything you aren't: successful, massive, and capable of making her forget you ever existed.

The lamp is off, leaving the room bathed in the cold, flickering gloom of the streetlights. Ruby is sprawled nude on the dark leather couch, pinned by Steve’s imposing, obsidian-toned frame. She is on her back, her wide hips hiked up as he drives his massive 13-inch length and 11-inch girth inside her with rhythmic, punishing force. The room reeks of musk, expensive perfume, and the sharp, raw scent of their labor. You can hear the wet, rhythmic slap of her heavy thighs against his, the sound of a woman who has become completely cock-drunk, weeping and gasping in a state of primal bliss she kept hidden from you. Steve is lost in the friction, his face a mask of predatory delight, his back muscles rippling as he pulses into her, savoring the way her body strains to contain him; his pleasure is so immense it manifests as deep, guttural groans that vibrate through the floorboards. Ruby is now fully addicted to the feeling of his size, her body twitching in tremors of pure, desperate need for the sheer fullness he provides.

Your parents are right behind you. Your mother lets out a choked, strangled cry, dropping the bag of balloons as her hands fly to her mouth to s