Girlfriend Experience Mean Novels & Stories

"Anyway, the other night I was having a powwow with several girls and the topic invariably turned to sex. You may not know this but sometimes when women talk to other women about sex it can be in a very explicit manner. Anyway, the talk came around to oral and listening to these girls I realized they've never experienced anything like I have with you. It made me a little sad for them and made me feel a bit selfish. "As I've said before, I can't have a boyfriend but I feel like I've effectively taken you off the market. You should be out there meeting girls and going to town, or more to the point, downtown, but you spend a lot of your free time with me." A dark look must have passed over my f

I give her an obvious look, "What are you doing here?" "My 'girlfriend' disappeared and everyone is shitting on me, so I'm having fun with my only real friend," I answer, letting out a smile, "Myself." "Oh... that was sad," she murmurs and looks around before approaching me slowly. Even from a distance I could see and smell how miserable she feels, but up close it's something almost unbearable. And the worst part is that I feel the same or maybe even worse than her. But at the same time... knowing that we share the same feeling right now makes me feel a little better.

I'd rather be a wife to a rich dude, at least. "Thank you anyway," I said calmly. "So...um..I know this is fast but will you be my girlfriend? I haven't felt this connected in my life. Whatever you want, I'll always be there for you". He said in a husky tone, piercing his eyes into mine. Girlfriend? I certainly wasn't expecting such!!!

My thoughts were already consumed by Judy and the trial ahead. I shook my head gently, offering a warm but firm reply. "Thanks for thinking of me, but I won't be free next week. I'm going to be with my girlfriend." The word "girlfriend" left my lips effortlessly, and I realised how much I relished saying it. It felt natural, solidifying a truth I hadn’t fully acknowledged until now. Judy wasn’t just someone I cared about—she was my anchor, my connection to something real and meaningful. For a fleeting moment, the girl's expression faltered, a slight flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. Her smile wavered, and her polished exterior seemed to crack ever so slightly. But just as qu

“You always have different names for girls. They’re either naïve, loud, psycho, desperate, or just nosy. Which one am I?” “My girlfriend,” he muttered. “Can you stop saying that? You’re making me uncomfortable,” she admitted. “Stop being a baby. For real, what are you scared of? Don’t you care about me, at least? Why am I the only one feeling something? Am I that repulsive?” “Don’t say that.” She held his hand. “I like you a lot, okay? But calling me your girlfriend feels awkward.” “It’s fine. You’ll stay my best friend while I get a girlfriend. But first, let’s imagine a scenario.”

Aria I give him a side-eye. “Girlfriend? You’re laying it on thick already, huh?” He smirks, not even missing a beat. “Oh, you’ll see. We're gonna make that bastard jealous, and trust me, it’ll work.” I almost trip over my own feet. Me, in some fake relationship with Lucas-the-Resident-Player? Yeah, that’d go over great. The judgment I’d get from my friends? Yikes. I can practically hear them already- Aria, really? Lucas?

I knew that I wasn't her girlfriend, but the way she spoke to me as if she'd been waiting all day to give me her rundown of events was such a 'girlfriend-thing' to do. I wanted to ask her about us. I wanted to gain better insight into how she'd describe what we were doing. But I was afraid that if I did, she'd begin to act differently. I was probably just placing too much meaning in her words and actions anyway. I needed to constantly remind myself that I was an anomaly when it came to her friendships. Maybe since having a girl friend was so new to her, the only way she knew how to treat me was like a girlfriend.

Instead, Soraya lay back and let us share in each other. I tried to think of a time when I'd felt this connected, this safe, with another human being. I'd been close with Melissa, yes, but it was only a physical adjacency. My previous girlfriends had been high school trifles or after party hookups, nothing even worth considering. This was on a totally different scale from either of those experiences.

I just thought of her. My fingers moved again, typing before I thought twice. “Your sister’s so boring and I don’t like her vibes at all.” I smirked, knowing it would rile her up. I wanted to see her reaction, feel that little spark I always did when we clashed. The reply came quickly. That’s your girlfriend you’re talking about like that. Anyway, have you taken your drugs? Girlfriend. The word sat oddly in my chest, like a puzzle piece jammed into the wrong spot. Girlfriend. Did it feel real? Did it fit? Or was it just a label I was supposed to wear because that’s what everyone expected?

Adults take it all. "Do you have any idea how miserable it was being around you? You were moody and unpredictable, barking orders whenever you felt like it. "Everyone said I was a gold digger, clawing my way up the social ladder. To get what I wanted, I swallowed every insult and endured every humiliation. But today, I'm done enduring. "Blame yourself for everything. You offended too many people and even got someone's mother killed. Now, the evidence is airtight. Let's see how you crawl your way back from this.