She can’t stop when it is necessary to stop…

Have you ever thought that you are never happy with what you have? You should really know what had happened with the guy as it can happen to you too…

Victoria was a wonderful girl. Faithful, quiet, modest… We had been dating for two or more months. We used to go to cinemas and have dinners with candles. But no sex… Unfortunately for me her mother had convinced her that all men wanted just sex and Victoria believed her. It seemed to me I could set the Thames on fire but couldn’t fuck Vicki. It was strange but I didn’t feel miserable very much, I was satisfied with my life. Victoria was beautiful, looked into my eyes with devotion and listened to every word of mine. She would admire even the way I laced my shoes up if I told her it was important.

I was flattered by her attention but gradually I got bored. That’s why when I met Alex or to be more correct he “attacked” me I yielded to her with no resistance at all. We met in the bar when she was very drunk and killing time with one of her boyfriends.

“Wow! You look handsome! – She was barely able to speak. – Let’s dance…”

At the dance pavilion she embraced me and pushed her tongue so deep into my mouth that I could choke. It happened so fast that I didn’t have time even to introduce myself. To be brief, I understood immediately that no decorum existed for Alex. And I liked it…

Alex was the direct opposite of Victoria: light-minded, cheerful and absolutely out of control. Add to that her gorgeous body and an angel face and you have a girl of my dream! (At least it seemed to me…)

As a result I left Vicki and I’m afraid I broke her heart forever. My life was now crazy – as if I was in a fast train, the train driver was tipsy and the rails would be over soon.

Alex could be an intelligent, charming and graceful girl when she wanted that. But as soon as she drank even a bit she turned into a loud-voiced monster calling everyone bad names.

At first it was even amusing. During one evening only she helped me to get rid of many stupid friends of mine. At that moment I had just entered the college and had no opportunity to break off relationships with my school friends.

Jamie, a guy obsessed with sport, was her first victim. He felt very self-confident in every situation. Having noticed I was with a new girlfriend he decided to meet her. He started a conversation with a tested joke about a hockey player but she looked at him, grinned and asked:

“Have you left your head at home today?”

It’s been two years since that time but Jamie still doesn’t speak to me.

Brian was the next. He used to collect Armani shirts which were always of a bigger size he needed. He was the living proof of my theory that young people wore wide clothes because of only one reason: they were used to the fact their parents bought them garments and they didn’t know their size.

So, poor Brian turned up in the bar when Alex was finishing the next portion of whisky. As usually Brian felt at ease.

“Are you the very girl Jamie had picked up? – He asked coming close to us. – Do you have pretty friends?”
“Sure, but they’re not for you. Have a seat as far as possible from us, please. Do you know that you stink?” Alex replied.

The whisky stuck in my throat. As for Brian he was taken aback and left the bar immediately. It was cool. I guess I wouldn’t have dared to say even a half of the words she said so easily.

Alex seemed to me perfect. She possessed a combination of the best traits of both sexes. I felt free with her. I knew that I could say something ridiculous without turning crimson. I could swear dirtily, drink for two or more days non-stop and then have crazy sex with her. The only thing that troubled me was our evenings out. Alex liked provoking strangers especially men, tall and strong. Imagine me and them!!!

Once we were sitting in a restaurant and Alex was busy with her favorite business – making stinging remarks about a couple sitting next to us: a man with a red face (he was probably a farmer from Iowa) and his thin wife.

“Look! – She yelled pointing at the spouses. – This dame looks like dried”.

No wonder that the farmer came up to Alex and whispered something threatening into her ear.

“Why should I go to bed with you, an old goat!? – She shouted to him. – My boyfriend will talk to you now!” and she pointed at me.

Generally speaking nights out with Alex were dangerous for me. She should wear a “Danger” plate in front.

One evening we agreed to have dinner in a small Italian restaurant tête-a-tête. Before the dinner I called for her in her college bar. She was with her college friends. It happened so that I overheard their conversation:

“… he was so inexperienced. Damn idiot! He ejaculates as soon as I take off my shoes…”

When she noticed me she said:

“And here he is…”

Her friends giggled and Alex pulled me aside telling she had been talking about her ex-boyfriend Darrel. Then I knew that we were not going to have dinner one on one.

“I made my mind to you’d like to meet my friends.”

I couldn’t have imagined how terrible was to spend evening with eight drunk girls! Since that evening my feelings to Alex had faded. Looking at what was going on I realized that staying at home with a family was much more attractive for me. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike when girls drink hot drinks. But Alex could climb up the table and start taking her clothes off to Joe Cocker’s music in full view of everybody! In a couple of seconds she’d pull her jeans off and stand just in her panties…

My parents’ visit was the last straw in our relationship.

“Why don’t you introduce your girlfriend to us?” my mother asked.

“Because she is a churl” I wanted to say but unfortunately I said “OK” and promised to invite Alex to meet my Mum and Dad.

When she appeared at the restaurant she looked terrific. The most modest dress she had and a charming smile. I was astonished.

“Jeremy has told us a lot about you” my mother began a polite conversation.

We sat at the table. It was a good Oriental restaurant filled with nice smell of traditional meals. Alex opened her mouth and asked laughing:

“Who has farted?”

P.S. I left Alex. Now I drink alone and feel safe and comfortable. Sometimes I remember about Victoria. And what about Alex? She is absolutely the same. Be sure!

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Originally posted 2008-11-13 05:14:07.