Lucy, Girl-Next-Door Type with Insatiable Sex Drive

Lucy was girl-next-door-pretty, always horny, and intensely into him. Even from the beginning, Jeff felt like something was slightly off about Lucy, but her devotion overrode any of his concerns during that first year. And, of course, the sex was phenomenal.

Lucy liked to fuck which, somehow, was part of the problem. The first year together was thrilling. Jeff had never been with someone so insatiable. His high school sweetheart was much more reserved and while the sex was enjoyable it was fairly straightforward. While Lucy wasn't very kinky she fucked like a rabbit, gave Olympic gold medalist level blowjobs, and was ready to go nearly any hour of the day. However, during his senior year, her desire became a problem. He'd be studying for a test or doing homework and she'd demand sex. He'd try to get early sleep and he'd wake him up. She thought it was funny but his grades suffered.

Adding to his frustrations is she was always around. He'd go out with his buddies and she'd need to tag along. He could rarely ever be alone. He tried to talk to her about it but she'd start crying about him not wanting her around.

He tried to break things off twice. The first time, just as Jeff had mustered up the courage, Lucy was in a car accident. She broke a leg and her car was totaled. She lived off-campus and not having a car meant she wouldn't have a way to class. Jeff decided to push off the breakup and try to work it out. She needed him and she was grateful. Having a leg in a cast put a damper on her libido.

The second time he started the discussion he was surprised at how well it went. She was cold and emotionless when he left her apartment. The next day she called him in tears because she was fired from her job. She said it was retribution for claiming her manager had sexually harassed her. He decided to stick with her until she could find another job, but after a month she said she wasn't getting any callbacks. As a result, she had to move in with him.

"Sorry I'm late," Will says placing a hand on Jeff's shoulder and startling him out of his thoughts. Jeff turns on the barstool and embraces his long-time best friend.

"I would be worried if you were on time," he says. Jeff waves at the bartender who gets to work making a brandy old-fashioned. They were regulars at this bar, so all of the bartenders knew their drinks of choice.

Will places his phone on the bar and starts scrolling through a long line of text messages from 'Jeff's CGF.' He laughs, 'so I guess you finally did it? Can I change this to 'Jeff's XCGF' now?"

"Oh fuck, dude, I'm so sorry. I wonder who else she's texting. I turned my phone off an hour ago." The bartender places the Old Fashioneds on the bar top.

"That tracks. This stream started about 40 minutes ago," he picks up the glass and raises it to toast. "Anyway, congrats on finally manning up and ending things. I honestly thought you'd end up in a miserable marriage with her."

Jeff takes a big swing and shakes his head. "Yeah, I was worried we were getting to 'oops, I'm pregnant' territory and I'd be trapped with her and a fucking kid."

Will's phone chirped again with another text message. Both men glanced down and their eyes widened at what was on the screen.