How a man discovered his true self.

It was spring and I was just 19. Anne, my girlfriend at the time was an 18 year old exchange student from Australia. She was smart and flirty like no girl I had ever met before. At times I felt she was too much for me. She was stunningly beautiful had traveled the world in first class and had friends in high society who would have given anything to date her. All I did was work in a cafe trying to earn enough money to last me for a whole month.

At first I found it hard to cope with her independence and the fact that I felt I was not worthy of her. But I eventually got used to it, I even started deluding myself that I was in charge of our relationship and that I also was "quite a catch".

Life was routine at first. She'd be locked-up in her dorm all week and we'd be together on week-ends . As we met on Friday evening she'd start flirting right away. Flirting was her specialty and I had no defenses against her. She was like a young female cat playing a deadly game with me, her willing prey. She would tease me mercilessly and eventually suggest we'd go back to my place.
There we wouldn't resurface till Sunday evening, at which point she'd pack her things and go back to her dorm.

Summer came and school ended. Anne moved out of her dorm and into a small apartment downtown. We started seeing each other every day. At first everything was like a dream. We were young and seemingly in love. We spent every moment together, often in bed. But after just a few weeks our relationship started growing cold. I was exhausted by our constant lovemaking and she was bored knowing she could now manipulate me all too easily.

One September night we decided to go out to a bar she knew on the other side of town. In a moment of bravado I suggested we should play a game that night. I suggested was we'd pretend to be single and try our hand at flirting with new people. A smile lit her face and she agreed immediately.

We entered the bar and she wasted no time losing me. I left our coats and went to get a drink. I approached a few girls but didn't seem to have my game on that night. Half hour passed. I grew bored and started looking for Anne. She was on the other side of the room, near the bathroom, chatting to some guy. He was tall, in his mid-twenties and in awesome shape. As a lump grew in my throat I started thinking this was not a good idea after all.

I remained at the bar, drink in hand, unable to look away. She was going through all her flirting arsenal: the smiles, the looks, the accidental brushing... I looked at them for a few minutes before they walked away and lost sight.

I walked across the floor looking for them. I eventually found them sat on one of the sofas in the corner. They were really close to one another. I was unable to move, my heart racing. Then the guy leaned over, looked Anne in the eyes and started kissing her. I temporarily lost balance but still could not look away. He reached over and pulled her even closer, then run his hand down her body.

By now I was shaking, almost unable to breathe. I walked to the bar. Ordered another drink, tried to drink but was unable to swallow. I walked to a dark spot from where I could see Anne without the risk of being seen. Their kissing was now different. Anne's face was contorted as he was trying to hold her still. His right arm was hidden beneath the table. Anne was growing more and more restless while he held her tighter and tighter. She looked like she was about to orgasm and then it just happened. She hugged him tight, using all her strength, with her eyes closed. She then let go and kissed him one last time.

I made my way to the exit, Anne suddenly appearing behind me with a smile on her face.
"What's up?" she said.
I was unable to confront her so all I said was "I'm going home".
"Ok, fine let's go" she replied, sensing I wasn't happy about our game anymore.
We rode a cab home in complete silence. I wanted to avoid talking about what had just happened. I looked outside the window to avoid giving her a change to speak to me. As we were approaching my neighborhood she came close to me and asked if she could come to my place. I replied I'd rather be alone that night. She insisted and eventually I agreed.

As soon as we entered my apartment she started kissing me. I could smell the other man's deodorant but I couldn't move. She undressed me, lead me to the bed. She slid her panties from under her miniskirt and made me lay down. She mounted and rode me relentlessly. I came several times but my cock remained hard. She kept riding to her leisure, her breasts brushing against my chest. Every time her hair goes went my face I could smell him.

She eventually stopped, rolled to her side and fell asleep. I remained where I was, eyes wide open, my cock still throbbing, unable to shake the image of my girlfriend being fingered by another man from my mind. I didn't understand back then but I had discovered my true self, I had become a woman's property.