I'm Nick, just an ordinary guy at 5’7, slim and somewhat fit, with a modest physique. Ramona, standing at 5’2, possesses a striking face, perky round breasts, curvy hips, thick thighs, and a captivating round ass. She's intelligent and carries herself with grace, though she's selective with company, she's incredibly fun to be around.

We've known each other since childhood but reconnected in college when I was 18. At the time, I was insecure and controlling, which led to a tumultuous year-long relationship until she ended things on my birthday. Ramona then moved overseas, while I spent years trying to reconcile with her, despite her dating other men.

In 2019, at 22, we reconnected and Ramona began confiding in me. She shared about her past sexual experiences with 35 different men, each from diverse backgrounds. She also talked about her ongoing "friendship" with her ex, Ken, a tall, charming, confident man, blessed with a huge, veiny cock. Despite their history, they maintained a friends-with-benefits dynamic, filled with rough and passionate sexual encounters in various places, including parks, clubs, restaurants and many more.

During this time, Ramona noticed positive changes in me and my newfound open-mindedness compared to my past controlling behavior. Despite my growing feelings for her, she remained devoted to Ken, whose huge cock and mind blowing sex overshadowed our developing bond.

Six months later in 2019, after confessing my feelings to Ramona, she considered giving me another chance under conditions: my faithfulness, open-mindedness, and no more questioning. She suggested ending her physical relationship with Ken but maintaining their friendship to test my ability. However, our talk ended abruptly when Ken asked her to come over. In the following days, she messaged me as if our discussion hadn't happened, leaving me anxious.

Aware of their intense sexual encounters where he fulfills her desires, I prepared for whatever Ramona might decide. Yet, despite trying to understand, I couldn't shake the jealousy knowing she still saw Ken regularly. Whenever I brought up our topic, she diverted to her wild sexual encounters and never ending orgasms with him. A few days later, I asked if she ever thought about us, and Ramona finally confessed.

She said, "You know, Nikki, I don’t really think about us. I'm also concerned about our sex life if we were to get back together. I'm sorry to say this, but you never made me cum when we were together. You weren't good in bed, and I faked it every time, just to get your tiny excuse of a dick out of me. I was bored when you fucked me. I wondered if you’d ever get better but you only got worse. Your cock is the smallest I’ve had. I’m guessing it’s still 4”? How do you plan on sexually satisfying me? I’m the kinda girl who likes real men with a big cock who would fuck me for hours. You can’t even fuck me for more than 10 minutes!”

During our video call, I struggled to find words, feeling my face flush and tears well up in my eyes. I felt deeply embarrassed and humiliated. I even asked Ramona if she was joking, but she was dead serious. Ramona went on to tell me that every man she had been with since me was far better and much bigger than I was. Despite being her first, I felt utterly useless. Learning that she had been with over 35 other men and I was considered the worst she's ever had.

"Uh-oh Nikki boo, don't tell me you're about to cry," she said.

"No, no, I'm fine. I promise," I replied.

"Good. I'm running late for my Ken’s birthday party. What do you think of this dress? This is what I’m wearing tonight.” she added, as she hurriedly gathered her things.

It was a sexy mini dress, which revealed the thighs and tits entirely, covering just the nipples and her pussy. I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me—confusion, hurt, and a tinge of jealousy. Yet, seeing her wear that sexy little dress got me hard. Her casual mention of another man stung more than I expected when she treated me like her gay best friend. I couldn’t shake the thought of him fucking the life out of her all over his house, ripping her dress off, after the party.

"It’s one hell of a dress! It just feels weird when you ditch me over and over again just to bounce on his cock" I managed to get those words out of my mouth.

She paused, her gaze meeting mine briefly before darting away. ”I thought I made it clear to you in the beginning. You’re not my boyfriend. You’re still just a friend. I need time to think about us. You better not expect any special treatment" she said, sounding annoyed. "I’m just being honest with you since you always ask me for all sorts of wild details like a curious teenage girl."

We had been dancing around our feelings for months, never quite defining what "this" was between us. Her honesty now felt like a kick in my balls.

"I’m running late. Maybe we should talk about this later," she suggested, sensing my internal struggle. "I'll text you, okay?"

I nodded silently, watching her leave with a mixture of relief and lingering questions.

Little does she know, I've turned into a simp over the years, especially after realizing I've been unable to satisfy women sexually. All the women I’ve been with were falling asleep, laughing, scrolling through the phone or outright told me that I was a waste of time and the fact that I had a small cock. It made me feel inadequate and transformed me into a beta male around women.

As hours passed by, I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone for a message from Ramona. The silence from her end was creating intense, sexual scenarios in my head. I continued texting and calling her, until I passed out later that night, but she never responded.

I woke up at 7 am for a call from Ramona, and she started with, “What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Why have you called me and messaged me this many times? Didn’t I tell you I’ll be with Ken? He was laughing at your behavior the whole time OMG! Why are you so pathetic OMG?”

Ramona sounded pissed.

“I’m sorry, but I missed you. I thought you’d text me.” I replied.

“You needy bitch! I did not miss you! I was with a real man who was rearranging my guts the whole night! Do you really think I’d waste my time texting you when I’m with him? You must be a stupid clown to think so! You better apologize to the both of us right now! If you need me to consider taking your pathetic ass back, you better do it. Do you really want me back?” She asked.

Afraid of losing her again, I agreed, even though my own insecurities grew. “I do I do, I promise! Please take me back. I promise I’d do anything for you. Please put me on speaker. I’ll apologize right now.” I added.

Ramona put me on speaker, giggled and said, “That’s good! Good boy. Ken’s here, go on.”

I apologized, “Heyy Ken, I’m so sorry for disturbing you two last night. I hope you could forgive me for it. I promise I’ll never annoy you two again. Please don’t be mad at me. Is there anything I could do to make it up to you guys?”

I heard them both laugh in the back ground and then Ramona told Ken, “Didn’t I tell you that he’s a spineless little bitch?”

“Oh yes babe, you did! I just never thought he’d be this pathetic.” Ken replied to Ramona and then told me, “You better not disturb us ever again. The love of your life is staying over at mine for the weekend, and I’m gonna fuck her hard, all over my place. I do not want to hear a word from you. Understood?”

“Yes Ken. Loud and clear. I promise” I replied.

“Good. Now fuck off!” Ken added, and hung up. That was the last I heard from them that weekend. I sat in a corner, realizing I’ve been completely humiliated by the woman I love and her fuck buddy. Yet I wanted Ramona so bad. I felt sad, hurt and jealous. I just didn’t realize I was wet, and rock hard down there. I haven’t had such a boner in a very long time. I was confused….

To be continued…..