How being a bleeding gilt could be fun

I was heartbrook for a month and a half back then. Everything was grey and depressing and this wasn´t due to English Autumn being really foggy and rainy. No it all was because of her! Loosing Olivia was one of the biggest losses I experienced thus far. I avoided her at university at any cost even gave up my modern literature course I loved and changed my favorite club as I knew she liked it too.

Then after six and a half week by chance I ran into her. The stupid bitch was looking so goddamn good and she was so happy chatting with some other girl, I learnt later that she was straight, I was so furious of the mere sight of it. She did hurt me and now what? There she was joking and laughing?

Not being the passionate part in our relation but most of the time still a bit inhibited, yet at this very moment I just wanted that she felt the same hurt that I was feeling....

I approached her and the other girl. Carefully I chose a trajectory form which she could not see me before I was very close...

Now standing behind her in the queue with her not knowing it, I did not had a clue what I was going to do when I was so close before so I did the first thing that sprung into my mind:

Remembering some old American highschool movie in which the school bully humilitated girls by reaching beneath their miniskirts I did just this to embarrass her.

Knowing her temper I was ready to catch her wrist before she could hit me what I clearly was expecting as a reaction.

Her reaction came, and I learnt later that it would have been the expected one if she did not had seen that it was me in a reflection on a window at the opposite wall. If a guy would have tried this with her, at least she told me, she would have screamed and hit him, kicked him. Now it was me her female ex-lover acting like a complet asshole....

Believe it or not I felt her panties becoming wet within a few seconds! Totally puzzled by this I continued to fondel her. When we came to the cashier her panties were soaking wet. What a slut, what a feeling of power and what perverted thrill. I hardly understood it back then.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable myself I left the canteen and did not speak to her. Yet in the evening there was a surprise visitor to my dorm room....