Yes

“Fine,” you mumble.

You grab some of your clothes and put them in your bag. You take the keys you have from Danielle’s apartment out of your pocket and slam them on the kitchen counter in anger. You walk out of the apartment without saying a word.

You take the bus home and try not to think about Danielle. It’s hard, but the music that you’re listening to helps you to ignore the thoughts. When you get home you get a surprised look by your parents.

“What’s wrong? We thought you would stay at Danielle’s place?” your mother asks.

“We had a fight,” you answer before walking away from them and into your room.

For the rest of the day you stay there. Your cock is still **** for release, so you decide to watch some porn. You pull your pants down and type in your favourite porn site. You click on the first thumbnail you see and the scene starts to play on your screen. A couple is enjoying sex in a large bedroom. Your cock gets hard quickly, but not because of the images on your screen. You don’t see the pornstars fucking each other in a lot of different positions. You stare at your screen, but in your mind you think about Danielle.

You think about that time when Danielle surprised you by suddenly sucking your cock, the first time you had sex and the time when Danielle and you fucked in an empty classroom. You think about her mouth around your cock, the feeling of her tongue moving around your shaft and the tip of your cock hitting the back of her throat. You think about the way she tasted when you kissed, the way her pussy tasted when you licked her and the moans Danielle made when you made her cum. The feeling of your hand around your cock, moving up and down while you think about all of this, is nowhere near as good as when Danielle’s hand is jerking you off. But it’s not the feeling of her hand you think about. It’s the feeling of her tight pussy. The way it felt when you moved in and out of her love tunnel and the way her muscles contracted when you made her cum. And what about her ass? You fucked it for the first time not long ago, as punishment for Danielle.

The thought of cumming inside Danielle’s ass makes you cum and you get snapped back to reality. While you cum the images of Danielle and you having sex slowly fade away and get replaced by other images. When you’re done blowing your load, all you see is Danielle laughing with you, Danielle and you hugging or kissing. Tears start to stream down your face as you realise what you just lost. You weren’t with her for her body, you were with her for her. For Danielle. You decide that taking a shower might calm you down.

When you return in your room you check your phone. Fifteen messages. Most of them from friends and family, one of them from Kim. None from Danielle. They all tell you that they’re sorry for you that your relationship ended. Your friends invite you to have a drink with them tonight, to try to forget about Danielle for a while.