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The only time in my life I was messing around with two girls was just a few weeks into the dating "getting to know you" stage, and I still lost sleep over the guilt I was feeling. How you can hop right from one bed to the other while in a two year relationship strikes me as more than hard-nosed. Sounds like she really lacked courage and integrity. Sorry you went through that, mate.
My worst sexual experience is pretty tame by the standards of you lot. I had met up with a girl just a few times after we worked together in a bookshop. She was a curvy humanities-academic type, very sweet. We got along well and there was a nice build-up to sleeping together, I remember the timing: the first night we kissed she said she was going away on some silly EU placement for a couple of weeks, but I should join her for the second week.
I'd never been abroad at all before, and the combined pressure of "third date (we're probably going to fuck)" with what essentially became a stressful couple's holiday was too much for us. I forget which night we tried it, but we had already annoyed eachother a few times and I was frankly exhausted from being in an entirely new setting. She became really odd. We were getting started on the sofa when she asked point blank whether I'd had any STDs (I had not). I think she meant it to be a cute, dry-humour type way of checking for her own safety. I laugh it off and continue.
After some foreplay she attempted to suck me off while I was wearing a condom. It didn't work for me, and when I suggested moving over to the bed, she took that opportunity with us both naked and ready for it that she was, in fact, asexual, and started spouting off internet nonsense about how sex was like cake and while cake was nice, she didn't feel any intrinsic need for cake.
By that stage, I had zoned out completely, wondering what the fuck I was doing in Eastern Europe with a hard-on for a girl who, by this stage, wasn't only uninterested in sex but also apparently uninterested in a relationship. She also made favourable but unexpectedly blunt comparisons between my size and her ex, assuring me with a bit of an insecure tinge that I "wasn't the first cock she had".
It's a shame as I really liked her and think we could have had a lot of fun if I hadn't had been so stressed by the travelling and she hadn't been so anxious about the sex itself.