RKMBs Forums .::Robegories::. Women Whats the worst thing you did to some one you dated?

I dated a girl for about a year from France. She was kind of a bitch and had reached a point where she jumped down my throat about little things.
About the same time, a former girlfriend of mine from Iowa had moved from Iowa to about an hour from where I lived, and had been inviting me up for a weekend. While she still turned me on, I was just going to visit her and hang out with her as friends, just to start things slow. I'd planned a weekend to go up, and told my French girlfriend I was visiting an old friend (without telling her it was an old girlfriend). And really, as planned, nothing was going to happen.

But a few days before my weekend trip, my girlfriend was giving me shit on a double-date in a nightclub, and it especially pissed me off that she was giving me shit in front of the two others with us, and I told her "That's it, we're not dating anymore, we're just friends from this point on." And I went off on my weekend, still with no plans for anything but some pleasant conversation and a dinner or two with the Iowa girl.

When I was up there, after dinner and a few drinks, I fell asleep. When I woke up, she was curled up against me, looking beautiful, and wearing a lot less clothes. I always wake up with a raging hard-on. We had we pounding sex for the remainder of the two days.
At one point the phone rang, shortly after we started going at it (about 10 PM) and she picked up the phone! I initially stopped, but after a few minutes, I got tired of waiting, and slipped my cock back inside her and started pumping away. I reached orgasm, and did so rather loudly while she was still on the phone. She couldn't object without letting the person on the phone hear, so there was no resistance. Somehow the situation really got me going, and I pulled out and shot a load that went past her head, with a loud shout unrestrained passion. No doubt the person on the phone could hear it.
"Oh, that was just the TV I have on", said my girl, a rather skilled liar.
She finished the conversation, and turned to me with a mixture of playfulness and frustration: "THAT WAS MY MOTHER!!"
We both laughed about it, and proceeded to have at it for several more hours.
I finally kissed her goodbye, and drove home.

When I got home and showered, my French ex called me up and asked me to come over. I visited her, and surprisingly, she apologized and made up with me. Equally surprisingly, she then proceeded to fuck me with considerable passion. Who was I to argue? I knew she was going back to France in about 2 months, so I stayed together with her until she left, to end it on a good note.
I spoke a few more times with my Iowa girl, but didn't see her again while I was with the French girl, and for quite a while after.
It was a Ross and Rachel situation ("we were on a break!!" ) so technically, I never cheated on her. Sometimes I feel just a little bit guilty about it, but mostly, I just let a satisfied grin wash across my face, as I remember one of the most action-filled weekends of my life.

Good times...