How I got out of a toxic relationship and into a perfect one (m/f) | 2016

Time for some backstory. This all happened last week Monday so it's still super fresh in my mind. I had been with this girl, let's call her Natasha, for 4 years. She isn't the prettiest girl, and is a bit overweight, and I'm not really attracted to that, but we got along so well. Now, tasha and I had been in love, and I felt like she was perfect for me. Problem was, she suffered from a deep depression and had been on the verge of suicide a few times while we had been going out. I tried to stay positive. I knew it wasn't my fault, and I tried everything I could to help her with it, but I knew she needed professional help. For the last year or so, I have been going through an internal struggle. Should I leave her? When she's healthy, it seems like I'm the only thing keeping her sane, but when she's not, I feel like there's nothing I can do to make it better. In addition to all of this, I started feeling like we had less and less in common every month. I felt like I was growing and changing and she couldn't keep up because of how emotionally unstable she is. Anyway, I'm a scientist, just starting out my career as an intern, getting a bit of pay, enough to cover tuition for my PhD. Natasha is in business, and lately it has been much harder for us to talk about anything interesting, and her depression is getting worse.

Introducing "Carmen". Now, I recently met Carmen at the start of this year. She had transferred from one department to another one in the same building as mine, and she worked in a similar field. We met through a mutual friend and are part of the same group that has lunch every day. Now, at the same time as I was struggling with my issues with tasha, Carmen was going through some issues with her boyfriend. I had no idea of this until later. I was immediately crushing on her as soon as I met her. She has a strong personality. Really tough and no bullshit kind of person. She likes to wear baggy pants and hoodies, which I find extremely attractive. And her body is just my type. Carmen is short and small, but with at least a handful of chest on her, a skinny wasteline, and big hips. The kind that sway from side to side naturally. And her smile. God, I can't describe it. And this is all without even starting on how smart she is. I don't mean to brag, but I'm a very quick thinker. I'm logical about everything and solve problems quickly. Carmen is one of the first people I've met that is sharper than I am. This really gets me going. Just in comparison, I'm a chubby guy, not particularly tall, I wouldn't say obese, I've just got a bit of belly. I do think I've got a good looking face though, and I'm quick with a joke and a very friendly person. I tend to get along with everyone, but women have never given me much attention unless I really put effort into a relationship.

Now, Carmen seemed to like me from the second we met. She always paid more attention to me than I was used to, and would always be upset when I couldn't make it to our lunch group. I didn't quite understand this, because we both knew about our current relationships. Anyway, she started coming up to my office on a regular basis for one on one conversations. At first, we would talk about our work. She is really great at solving problems and getting around issues in the lab. Soon we started getting more personal. We started talking about the problems we were having in our relationships. At this point, I was a little disappointed, but had come to terms with the fact that this would probably just be a really close friendship, and nothing more.

A few weeks later, Carmen didn't show up for work from Wednesday to Friday, but I didn't really notice because I was so consumed in another of Natasha's episodes. I was at my emotional breaking point. I sat her down and told her I couldn't take it anymore. I'm a cheerful guy, but depression can be so contagious. I ended it with tasha on the Thursday. I felt like a complete piece of Shit, but also, that I had done the right thing. Tasha needed someone who could always be there for her, and who could give her the help she needed. On Saturday, I got completely wasted. Sunday, I had no regrets. I felt like I was free of a burden I had been carrying for years. That might sound incredibly selfish, and maybe it is. I don't know. All I know is that I felt like I could breath again. I had been struggling with this for so long, in my mind, I had broken up with her weeks ago. So I called up some friends, including Carmen, and organised a hang out at a bar we often go to.

The others all bail last minute, so there I am at a bar alone at 3 PM on a Sunday. Enter: Carmen. She comes in and sits right next to me at the table already holding a drink. She immediately asks if I'm ok. Clearly I looked a bit upset that no one had showed. Also, she probably could tell how upset I would be from how I reacted on the whatsapp group. At this point I'm super nervous. Pretty much the girl of my dreams is sitting right next to me, caring about my feelings. I told her about the breakup, and we talked for a few hours over a couple of drinks. We both got really emotional after a while, and she started complaining about how her boyfriend was so emotionally distant. I mean, I like the guy, he's a good guy, but he clearly wasn't right for her. I started getting that firey feeling inside. I don't know if it's just me, but it happens when I know I need to make a move. I started getting closer to her, but I felt her pulling away, so I backed out. I thought I'd had a few drinks and misread the situation. Soon after, she said she had to go, so we went our separate ways. Fast forward to the next day, and Carmen is waiting for me at my parking spot as I come in to work. She looks upset.

So we talk as we walk to the building. Carmen says a few words that I don't think I'll forget for a long time. "I broke up with him last night". I felt my heart beating faster. Was it because of me? Should I feel guilty about this? I don't know if you can tell by now, but I pretty much over think everything. Anyway, I tell her I think she did the right thing, because at this stage, I'm over excited. I also say if she needs to talk, she knows where my office is.

I hardly got any work done. Couldn't keep my mind where it needed to be. I couldn't stop thinking about the situation. Was it all my fault? Did I ruin a perfectly good relationship? Or did this have nothing to do with me? Am I overestimating my role in this? Should I feel guilty for already wanting this so soon after I abandoned my own girlfriend? Lunch time rolls along, and I head down to the usual table at the usual restaurant on the campus. The regular crowd shuffles in, and the mood seems really happy. The girls (pro tip, cellular science is mostly women) seem to be laughing and joking about something, Carmen included. Throughout lunch, Carmen is giving me looks. I couldn't help but feel confused. She is smiling at me and giving me apprehensive looks in the same sentences. For someone I thought I had a close bond with, I really didn't understand her at that point. When we had finished our lunch, we all got in the elevator. I work on the top floor, so I'm always the last to get out. Carmen didn't get out at her floor, and grabbed my hand as we got to my floor. She took me by my hand and led me to my office. Once we were inside, she locked the door. Now I knew what was going on. I. Couldn't quite believe all the pieces had fallen into place so perfectly. I kissed her deeply. Thank fuck I had read that situation right, because she kissed me right back.

We got really into it, and our bodies were rubbing against each other. I could hear my supervisor coming back from lunch outside, but I really didn't care. Carmen whispered in my ear, and I'll never forget this, "please don't judge me for this". She pulled away from me and quickly took off the Jersey she was wearing. Underneath she wasn't wearing anything. I definitely wasn't judging her. Her breasts are perfect. Just the way I like them. Big and round, just touching each other in the middle a little, and holding themselves up enough so she doesn't have to wear a bar under the hoodies she normally wears. I start unbuttoning my shirt, and start feeling a little self-conscious about the aforementioned belly. She seemed to be into it though. I've got nice arms, so it's not all flabby. She gets close to me and presses her beautiful chest up against my midsection, looking up at my with her big brown eyes as I leaned down to kiss her. We kissed passionately and I gently squeezed her boobs. I could tell she was getting worked up. She started opening her mouth more, getting her tongue more involved and using one of her hands to try to get my belt off.

Eventually I helped her with my belt, pulling away from the kiss to slip her pants off at the same time. She was wearing those cute little girl boxer brief things. I'm not sure what they're called, but they barely covered her ass. She has a ridiculously firm ass for it's size. Her big hips means it's wide, but it bulges out too. I could tell she was a bit embarrassed about having a big ass, and in my experience, most white girls are. I pulled her close to me and dug my fingers into the lower part of her ass, spreading her cheeks as I kissed her again. My pants were around my ankles at this stage, but my underwear were already off. Legitimately bothered me that she took mine off but kept hers on. I like things to happen evenly. Anyway, my dick was obviously very hard at this stage. It's quite wide, and around 7 inches long. Quite big if you ask me, but I'm no pornstar. She grabbed it and started rubbing it up and down. She had stopped kissing me and was breathing heavily in my ear as she did this. I could tell she really enjoyed either holding my Cock or me squeezing and massaging her ass.

I lifted her onto my desk and pulled down her panties. She takes good care of her hair, and there is only a small tuft of brown hair above her clearly wet pussy. I started to move my fingers up and down her moist slit, ready to finger her. She gasped and bit me on my shoulder and squeezed my Cock hard as I reached her cute little clit. Carmen had other plans, and pulled me close forcefully. She is much stronger than I thought, and she nimbly guided my Cock right to her slippery pussy, pushing my head in before letting out a little squeal. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper inside her, sinking her teeth into my earlobe. This really gets me going, and I started to thrust into her at a medium pace, but hitting quite hard. She felt great. I could feel her walls resist me as I got deeper every time, and she inhaled sharply every time I got all the way in. I still couldn't quite believe this was happening, and I started getting faster. She was so wet, and so into it, we were making a mess on the desk, and the rocking knocked a few pens and papers off the other side. I was squeezing her ass and spreading her cheeks as she dug her nails into my back, and rested her head on my chest, biting her lower lip, feeling my rock hard cock slamming into her again and again. I could feel her thighs tense up around my legs and she started to quiver. I could feel her orgasm rolling through her, and I started to thrust slower, but much harder, slamming forcefully into her and feeling her quake with every thrust. I started getting close, and she could definitely tell. She pushed me away from her and dropped off the desk onto her knees, taking the head of my cock into her mouth and stroking the shaft quickly. She looked so fucking eager for me to cum I couldn't hold back. I started cumming into her mouth and she just swallowed all of it, then licked her lips. I was in shock. No one had ever swallowed my load before. We made out a lot after that, which was also new for me, because I had never tasted my own cum before. A bit salty, but I couldn't give less fucks at that stage. We cleaned up and started talking about what had just happened. She told me she was going to fuck me anyway, but she didn't want to cheat on her boyfriend. She was also very hands on while we were talking. She caressed my belly a lot, because I know now that she loves it. Makes her feel safe, which is all good for me. We have hooked up plenty since then, but mostly in my apartment, not in my office. No need to get fired when I live a block away from the university. I really think this girl is special, and I still can't quite believe this has happened to me.

My first story on here. The only experience I have that is really worth sharing. Sorry the intro bit was so long, but I felt it needed explaining. Sorry about spelling and random capitalisation. I'm on my phone. Last thing I'm sorry about, sorry I chose the name Carmen. It just doesn't quite fit her and it felt wrong calling her that the whole story. Anyway, let me know what you think!

Edit. Spelling.