Run Into My Girlfriend

"Nice jeans," says a voice behind me. I turn around and see Lindsey, my girlfriend.

"Hi, sweetie," I say as I lean over to give her a quick smooch. She pulls away and glances quizzically at me.

"Not so fast. Where did you get those jeans?" she asks.

"It's a funny thing. I got drunk last night and woke up wearing these. One of the guys must have played a joke on me," I lie.

"Let's get you over to my place so you can change," she says, waving me behind her. She seems a little standoffish, but damn if I don't enjoy watching her hips sway in those tight jeans.

I follow along silently and a couple of blocks later, we're in her apartment.

Lindsey shuts the door and pounces on me.

"How about a quick fuck?" she says as she pulls her blouse off. I yank and yank but can't pull off these skinny jeans. Lindsey leans over and unzips the fly. My prick flops out, still leaking.

"What? I don't turn you on anymore?" Lindsey teases. She rubs her tits against my dick but nothing happens. She licks my dick with her lascivious tongue but it doesn't get hard.

I shrug and her lips turn sour.

"God damn, you Luke!" she shouts, smacking my face lightly. "You cheated on me. I put a curse on you that if you ever cheated on me, your dick would go limp."

"What the fuck?" I said, bracing against the ground.

"And there's a second part of the curse..." she added.