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It’s happened to me several times since, but Lenore was the first girl to dump me for another guy. It went about the same way as the later incidents.  The first thing I noticed was that she had stopped contacting me, and she wouldn’t return my attempts to contact her.The telephone was our usual method of communication. Sometimes I would run into her in the lobby or the elevator, but when it came to arranging dates the phone was the easiest way to reach each other. She would call me when she wanted an afternoon with me in the apartment, and I would call her to arrange dates outside of it.By late September, we had been going together for close to four months, and a certain routine had set in. Usually, we would see each other four times per week. There would be a couple of sessions of sex in the apartment, a dinner or movie date somewhere in the neighborhood or nearby elsewhere in The Bronx, and on the weekends we went into Manhattan.For the Manhattan excursions, we would take the subway down and an express bus back. Once we missed the last returning bus, and we splurged on a taxi to come back.About twice per month, we would do something like go to a museum. We went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Whitney, the Museum of Modern Art, the Cloisters, and the Museum of Natural History. We had taken the Circle Line boat around Manhattan Island. On three occasions we had gone to cheap concerts at the Schaffer Festival in Central Park.She had been down to my college newspaper, the offices of The Salient. I had set up the first visit so she had arrived with me for the first staff meeting of the fall semester. My colleagues had met her only once, at a college party in July. I hadn’t since seen any of them again during the summer hiatus.On the appointed day, she dressed up in a skirt, black knee socks, and black ankles boots. I hadn’t asked anything about what she would wear that day, and her look surprised me. She walked in the door with me, and everybody, male and female, looked at her. Most of them had seen her at the party when she was wearing shorts. Perhaps they didn’t think our relationship would last or maybe I had just been on a few dates with her.Now it was early September, and she was still around. This being 1974, not 1954, everyone knew I must be have been having a sexual relationship with her by now.I think she enjoyed showing herself off to them. In the hallway, just before we walked in, she had lifted her skirt and flashed her panties at me. They were the cutest pair of little black lacy ones, and I could see right through them to her ass.During the meeting, she didn’t say much but she sat there with a self-satisfied look. Her skirt was quite short, and she sat a bit back from the table. She crossed her legs, and I got a boner from looking at the creamy flesh of her thighs. I’m sure that many of the other guys, who were either looking at her or trying not to look at her, got boners too. I had an unadmirable thought. I bet they’re going to go home and masturbate thinking about her tonight. I knew I was going to as well, but unlike them, I would be nailing her for real the next day in her apartment.Yeah, you’re all surprised, I’m bonus veren siteler sure. Last semester you probably thought I couldn’t land a girl like this or any girl at all, but I did it. Here’s the proof.I was happy, and I had no idea how abruptly it would all end. I never found out the exact reason for the break-up, but maybe it was the very fact of the routine of it that did us in. Unlike earlier decades, when one married one’s sweetheart and then stuck with her for life, happy or not, everything about romance and sex was provisional by the 1970s. If one partner lost interest, then it was going to be over.I wasn’t bored, but maybe Lenore secretly was. It often took years for dissatisfaction to set in, but I learned that it could happen with incredible speed. Or maybe it would happen slowly, but the other person wouldn’t know about it for a while. She was only eighteen and she had discovered the sexual power she wielded over me. Perhaps she thought she’d now go out and do better.One week I must have called three times and Aunt Julia told me Lenore wasn’t around. It was simple enough to request a callback, and I would always get one on the same day or the day after. Now, I heard nothing.I wasn’t that worried, and I didn’t want to make a pest of myself. Three more days went by, for a total of eight that I had no contact with Lenore. That had been the longest I had gone without ever hearing from her. I had gotten used to her, in turn, calling me at least a couple of times a week to bring me to the apartment.On the ninth day, I called Julia again and got a promise that Lenore would be told about my request. It struck me that I was now closely keeping track of the passing time, something I had never had to do before. Usually, I would run into her in the lobby or elevator about once per week. Now that she was attending Lehman, she was on a different schedule and she didn’t wander in and out of the building as much. But I was sure I’d inevitably meet her that way.On the sixteenth day, it happened. I was just coming up the block when I saw her come out of the building. She was holding hands with another guy.I didn’t look at him too closely; I only noted that he was taller than I was and older, maybe in his late twenties. It was Lenore I noticed the most. She had cut her hair and gotten a feathered style on it. Her clothes seemed new; she had shiny, very tight trousers, a jacket, and black high heels. And she was wearing make-up, something I had never seen her use before.They were walking directly towards me. Lenore looked surprised but not exactly shocked. As she approached, she put a finger to her lips in a gesture to shush me. I just stopped and let them pass. About halfway down the block, I saw him open up the door of a car for her. It was a very nice car, a BMW 2002. That was before BMWs were as common as they now are.That evening I called and got Julia again. I said, “I’ve seen Lenore with another guy today. Tell her I’ve got to talk to her as soon as possible.”She obviously knew what was going on, “I know, I get it. I’ll talk to her about it.” Three hours later I got a call from Lenore. I wondered if she was bedava bahis at home or at that guy’s place, but of course, I couldn’t ask her. She agreed to meet me outside the building the next day.I said, “We can go to the park across the street.”“No, we’ll just talk outside the building.”I was there early, leaning on a lamppost. She came out almost exactly on time. The first thing I said was, “So who was that guy you were with?”She was ready with some lines, “I’m not going to talk about it. Look, it will be much easier for you if you just accept it and move on.” She seemed calm rather than cold.“Are you dating him?”Now she seemed a bit impatient, “That’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”There were so many things I wanted to say to her. Do you have a problem with me? Why didn’t you warn me? What has he got that I haven’t got? The fact that he was older and had that car were big clues. Instead, I said, “I can’t just accept it.”“Well, you have to accept it.”“You mean it’s over, just like that?”“Yes, just like that.”I was trying to grasp the speed and totality of this fiasco. I said something close to irrelevant. “We live here. What do we say when we run into each other?”“Just be neighborly and say hello.”She had left me no room to argue or maneuver. Less than four months ago I had met her in the elevator and I had invited her to have pizza with me. Then, she set out to methodically and completely bust my cherry; she blew it to smithereens, in fact. I had never actually confirmed my virginity, but she had suspected it, I guessed. She must have already decided to have an affair with me by the time we came back from that first movie date, just a couple of days after meeting me.She had a bit of concern for me. “I know it hurts for you, but you’ll get over it.”“Lenore, you have no idea how much it hurts.”She was still very calm. “I’m only going to say this once. I expect you are going to be a gentleman about this. Please don’t call me or try anything else. It will be easier for both of us if you just move on.I thought, easier for you maybe. She went on, “I have to go back upstairs now. I think you understand how it has to be.” Then she turned around, and I watched her ass swaying inside her tight jeans. I remembered watching her behind once before, on Lydig after our pizza date. This time she didn’t look back at me. She went through the lobby door and left me there.As usual, she hadn’t wasted any time and had gotten straight to the point.*****For the next three days, I was depressed about my romantic misfortune. I wondered if I was technically a virgin again. My heart had been broken, obviously, but I was aware of lust too. This girl of mine, my first, had sexually satisfied me in ways that I hadn’t believed possible for the first time out.Then the phone rang. My father said it was for me.“Hi, Paul; this is Bernice.”“Oh, hello Bernice.”Bernice Weber was Lenore’s best friend from Christopher Columbus High School; she was also going to Lehman College now. I was a bit surprised because I had never had a phone conversation with her before. In fact, I had always seen her when Lenore was around too.“I’ve heard what happened with you deneme bonus and Lenore. I mean, she told me herself.” “Yeah, it really sucks.”“Well, don’t feel bad about it. Listen, I’d like for us to get together and talk about it, you know, maybe have a few drinks or something.”I tried to imagine what her motive for this was. My first guess was that she was acting as a spokesperson for Lenore and she was going to convey some information to me. We agreed to a time and place at a bar and grill early in the afternoon a couple of days later.********Bernice was the same age as Lenore. At about five-foot-five, she was shorter than her friend and more slender. She had dark-blonde hair and she wore steel-rimmed glasses. On this day, she was wearing a skirt, one of the few times I had seen her in one.In the months I had known her, she seemed quieter and more low-key than Lenore. On that day, she seemed quite glad to see me. After we had ordered, we talked briefly about Lenore’s sudden elopement with that other guy. I thought Bernice was going to reveal Lenore’s motivations, maybe even some hidden issues she had with me.Instead, she launched right into what was on her mind. She said, “I know you’re really down right now.”I hadn’t had a chance to vent much yet, “Well, she just disappears and then gets with this other guy. She wouldn’t take my phone calls; I had to find her in the street two weeks later.”“That’s now longer important. If you think about it, this opens up new opportunities, I mean to go with someone new.”That seemed like a vague generality. Did she invite me here just to commiserate with me and make me feel better?I said, “All right, like who?”“Dummy, I mean me. You should be going out with me now.”Now I was getting her game, but I had been caught off-guard. She certainly was direct and she hadn’t wasted any time. With Lenore out of the way, the deck was cleared for her to maneuver. Bernice looked very sweet and wholesome, but we almost immediately got into some erotic banter with each other. I knew that I had to quickly get off my self-pity act, but fortunately she gave me a chance to do that.She continued, “I’ve been noticing you for a while now.” Lenore had told me it had started on the day we were introduced.  “I think you have noticed me too.”“Okay, I admit, I’ve noticed you.”“Anything in particular that caught your attention?”I figured that if she was going to be coy and flirt with me, I would escalate it. “Yeah, I’ve noticed your cute little behind.”She didn’t get offended. Instead, she laughed and then smirked at me. She then escalated her side if it“Lenore told me about the games she played with you. One of them was ‘Miss Roget, the naughty intern.’”I remembered taking down Lenore’s black lacy panties during our spanking game and whacking her round ass as she squirmed on my lap. “She talked about that?”“She told me about a lot of things that she did with you.” Lenore has a big mouth, I suddenly thought.I asked her, “Did you want to be that intern?”“Oh yes, very much so.”Wow, so this girl is kinky too, but I supposed she hasn’t done anything about it yet. That was going to be my job, I realized. I was aware I had an erection; I could visualize Bernice fondling herself while having one of her own fantasies. That was heady stuff, and I couldn’t think about it too closely now.At some point, I was bold enough to say, “Hey, what was Lenore’s, ah – sexual experience status when I met her?”

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