"I just don't think we can be together anymore." That one sentence broke my heart completely. For so long I had known it to be true but never wanted to admit it. Something I was trying so hard to fight against, to keep what was good, what was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
My girlfriend Maddy and I had together for three years. She was the only girlfriend I had ever had and now after hearing those awful words, I was alone.
I had never been much of a ladies man. A lot of people may think by looking at me that I would attract a lot of girls, but I have always been slightly awkward and never had that charisma and confidence that a lot of other guys used to attract girls.
Although I am shy, I have always been confident in my body. I began lifting weights at about fourteen years old before all of my other friends. I also have a very healthy diet and extensive skin care routine. This meant that now, at the age of twenty five, I had broad broad shoulders, a wide muscular chest and solid abs that formed a v-shape which pointed down below my waist line. Genetics blessed me with a 6 foot 2 frame, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.
To say I was inexperienced with girls before I met Maddy would be an understatement. Maddy and I met in our first year at university. Fate would have it that we were paired up in a group assignment in our first class together. I remember thinking about how lucky I was to be paired up with the most beautiful girl in class. Those things never happened to me, and I knew I would never be able to talk to her if left to my own devices.
Our relationship started off great, to be honest I didn't know any better. Maddy was kind and generous and installed me with self-confidence. After about six months into our relationship we lost our virginity to each other. From the beginning, Maddy was indifferent about sex and seemed only rot do it as a favour to me rather than something she enjoyed.
It wasn't until about two years into a relationship when we both started realising we were just two different people. Maddy was super outgoing and friendly and cared so much about pleasing other people. She was also quite reserved when it came to anything remotely taboo or risqué. I, on the other hand, have always been a lot more introverted. I prefer to stay inside on a Saturday night and watch a movie snuggled up next to someone than to go out drinking all night with my friends.
Thats where a lot of our problems started. I have always had a really high sex drive, ever since I was exposed to porn at an early age. I loved women and I loved sex. I would often try and talk to her about all my sexual desires. To Maddy, this meant I was just like all the other guys who just wanted sex and don't care about her as a person. In fact, that was far from true. Although I had an insatiable desire and curiosity about sex, I care deeply about the important people in my life.
Towards the end of our relationship, Maddy rarely wanted to have sex. I became increasingly frustrated and eventually my self-confidence began to dwindle. I longed for her to look at me with that wanting desire that I saw other partners share. By the end, I began to feel guilty for even wanting to have sex.
I have always been a hard worker and had financial nouse. I had worked hard through high-school and university and was able to save quite a bit of money. After graduating, I got a job as a sports physiotherapist at one of the top practices in the city.
I always imagined that at this point in my life I would buy a house and move out with Maddy. Now that we weren't together, I felt lost in what to do with my life. It wasn't that I had a bad life at home, in fact, my parents were great. It's just that my family home was beginning to become over-crowded and I needed my own space and independence.
My sister Sarah lived at home with me and my parents. At twenty, she was five years younger than me. Although I tried not too give it too much consideration, my sister was beautiful. I was constantly teased by my so called friends about how they wanted to fuck her. Truth be told, I couldn't blame them. Thankfully, Sarah never slept around with guys and steered well clear from dating anyone which would cause me embarrassment.
Like me, Sarah always kept active and healthy. She had perfect smooth olive skin and bright blue eyes to go with her long blonde hair. For a skinny girl, Sarah had the perfect perky c-cup tits and the most incredible ass that filled out jeans and leggings amazingly. When she wore tight clothes I would find it extremely difficult not to stare at her ass. Although Sarah was quite correct and well-mannered she somehow exuded a certain sexual quality that I find hard to describe.
Sarah and I have never been overly close. We got along fine like a normal brother and sister but never had that strong sibling bond. I am am unable to think of exactly why that was, maybe because we were both introverted and struggled to communicate. Maybe it was because I felt guilty about how attracted I was to my own sister. Maybe I made Sarah feel uncomfortable by seductively staring at her anytime she wore anything slightly revealing. Our limited relationship had always been something that played on my mind.
The next few weeks after Maddy broke top with me were the most difficult of my life. I was in the depths of despair wondering if I would ever find anyone again that could love me. It was one Sunday morning when that all began to change.
Laying on the living room couch I stared up at the ceiling pondering how I would keep myself occupied for the afternoon and avoid those familiar feelings of anguish to creep in again.
"So mum tells me you are wanting to move out and buy a house," Sarah said, startling me in the process. "Yeah, well that isn't happening anymore, I'm not going to live by myself and be more of a loner than I already am now," I replied.
"Jack! Listen to me. You are a smart, funny, good looking guy who any girl would be lucky to be with", Sarah immediately retorted with a look of seriousness on her face. Sarahs response took me by surprise. She had never complemented me like that before. I actually felt good about myself for the first time in weeks. Even though she was my sister, to have an attractive girl like Sarah tell me this nice things meant a lot to me. More than she probably knew.
"Besides, why do you have to move out with a girlfriend. You could always buy a house with your sister. I've been saving a lot of money as well and you know I also want to move out. I'm not so bad to live with am I"? Sarah continued.
It wasn't something I had ever considered before, by my fist reaction was an unusual feeling of excitement. I couldn't think of a reason why it wouldn't work, we had lived together our whole lives and had got along just fine. In fact, it might even give us a chance to become closer like I always wanted.
Sarah had been working at our Dads IT business since she was about 16 and had since become a regional sales consultant and was now earning pretty decent money. A lot about it made sense.
"Are you serious?" I replied. "Don't joke around about this."
Now sitting on the end of the couch next to my feet Sarah responded, "I am very serious! Maybe we can go look a a few places next weekend... If anything it will get you out of the house."
A big smile wiped across my face as I thought about the idea. Maybe this will be really good for me and it will be a step forward in moving on from Maddy. As if she was reading my mind, Sarah got to her feet, walked over to me and placed a small soft kiss on top of my forehead, whispering into my ear "Everything is going to be alright, I am here for you."
I lay there for the next ten minutes thinking about that kiss and what Sarah had said to me. How can one small action mean so much to me. That feeling of support was unfamiliar to me during my relationship with Maddy. It wasn't something I knew I longed for but after experiencing it I knew it was what I needed.
The next couple of months I spent most of my free time researching apartments for sale in the area with Sarah. The more time we spent together the closer we became. We would often stay up late talking about our failed relationships. I never knew Sarah cared so much about me and could provide me with so much support. Although she still had that baby face teenager look, Sarah was surprisingly wise and mature for her age.
Finally, we found a small two-bedroom apartment that suited our budget and lifestyles perfectly. One month later we were moved in. The first few weeks living at the new place were a blur. Our time was mostly spent moving our things in, furniture shopping and having friends and family over showing them our new place. I was happy and Sarah seemed happy as well. It just felt right.
