Fucking the Ex after a drunken bar night (warning long) (MF)

1

I was a bit of an acne-riddled Trekkie in high school and didn’t get much attention with girls. I began University as a virgin. But during that summer after high school I really came into my own physically. It wasn’t through a stringent workout regime or anything of the like: puberty finally faded away and I became more aware of some basic things I could do to make myself more attractive (things as simple as jeans and a plaid shirt instead of jogging pants and a Star Trek tee). When I began University the girls there didn’t know me as the geek from high school. In my small town I walked those halls as a 5 or a 6, but on this campus I was at least an 8 to these girls who never knew me as a pimple-faced computer nerd.

Over the next year or so I would become more aware of some things to make myself stylish. I emulated the style Brad Pitt had in ‘The Mexican’ to some good success. I bought a bunch of long sleeved t-shirts and would two-tone my shirts like he did. I got some hemp necklaces and bracelets and some cargo pants; I even had a girl down the hall frost my tips for me. Really, it wasn’t a bunch of effort or anything. I just figured that was a look that I could pull off (not that I look like Brad Pitt, just that look I was going for).
This new look (and really a new persona if I look back to how I was in high school) got me some early successes. I read a bit on how to have success with girls and I found the advice to be pretty useful. Direct approach at a bar would really work for me – not all the time or anything, but from what I read I was not meant to care about a rejection, I was just meant to move on quickly. I found that the guys I was hanging out with would become withdrawn if they got shot down early in the night. I was naturally pretty good at not really caring. I’d just return to the table and say “Well, she wasn’t interested,” and laugh it off. I developed my own little method where I’d approach a girl and say something like “Well you look interesting, is there a boyfriend around here who’s gonna be mad when they think I’m trying to chat you up?”. They’d always laugh at the very least. And it was non-threatening. I realized too that it was incredibly easy to kiss girls. And kissing girls would often lead to a bar make-out and a bar make-out would lead to … well, a passionate evening perhaps.

During the middle years of my University career I had developed a reputation as a bit of a player. I had chalked up way more ‘conquests’ than my friends and they would give me ribbings about it. It was all male banter, but I eventually became a little self-conscious about the teasing. I don’t even think my number was ridiculously high, part of me thinks that a lot of the teasing came from the jealousy of the other guys. But someone in every male group emerges as the player, in my group it happened to be me.

2

Towards the end of my University career I had convinced myself that I wanted a long-term and meaningful relationship. Looking back I think my intentions were a bit more motivated by taking the player-stigma away. I think I wanted to convince my friends that I could be faithful to one girl.

It happened that I came to this realization around Christmas time. My friends and I went to our favourite pub for one last night of fun before we’d go off to our respective homes for the holidays. Fairly late into the evening I went up to the bar to buy a round. As I was waiting my turn a girl in a tight white shirt squeezed in next to me. I couldn’t really see her yet, but I made some dumb joke about how she shouldn’t even think about cutting in front of me. She turned and I saw that she was a bit of a stunner. She had a smoldering look to her, kind of like an Emma Stone look. She was brunette and applied her make up in a way to draw attention to her eyes.

She was immediately responsive to my bit of flirtiness and we exchanged the following dialogue.

“Oh yeah, just what would you do if I did butt in front of you?”

“Nothing really. I’m all talk. My mother told me to never fight with a girl.”

“Oh you poor thing. That means that you’re powerless if I tried to overpower you.”

That last line of our first exchange really struck a chord with me. It seemed clear that this girl was already throwing out some sexual innuendos.

The girl was obviously confident and witty, but perhaps her innuendos were just a bit of flirtation. I braced myself into my direct method and told her that I needed to buy her a drink because brief exchange was the most interesting one I’d had all night (a line I’d used successfully before). She said she was supposed to be getting drinks for her friends and I was about to say I was doing the same for mine but then laughed and said ‘Fuck’em, I’ll have a rye and ging’.

I knew that my friends would eventually look over and understand why I’d left them dry. Kayla (as I soon found out her name was) was in a long-sleeved, tight, white shirt. It didn’t hang loose from her tits but curved back inwards because her shirt was so tight. Her tits were on full display and the tightness of the shirt allowed appreciated from any angle of sideboob, underboob, etc.

The pub was pretty packed that night but we did find a corner to chat. We found that we had a lot in common and were into a fun groove almost immediately. The university town I was in was fairly close to another university town. She went to the other university but she still came to our town to party with friends on the weekends. Her parents were fairly well off and provided her with a car and her own apartment.

Eventually both her friends and my friends made their way to our corner. A bit of cross mingling was going on. Everyone in our mutual groups was being pleasant enough.

We’d been drinking and chatting for about an hour before we hit our first conversation lull. Kayla proclaimed that the song that was playing was one she loved. We went to the dance floor and were immediately dancing close. I don’t even think we made it through one song before we started kissing. I was a bit handsy with her back, arms, and the top of her ass, but when I went to give her breasts a bit of a once over she pulled back a bit. She wasn’t mad or anything but just said “You’re bad,” and went right back to kissing me.

The pub closed and the crowd dispersed. I’d lost my friends in the last part of the evening, which was just as well since Kayla and I were getting pretty friendly.

I invited her to back to our place for a drink. Even though I’d lost my friends I was confident they’d fall into the usual pattern of inviting friends back to our place from the bar and drinking on our sectional couch.

As we walked to her car we held hands and were having a good time. But other than holding hands our physical relationship had cooled a bit. She seemed a bit nervous about going to our place since there would be a small group and she wouldn’t know anyone.

We got into the car and she started it up. I was staring at her the whole time. She turned to me and asked where to go. I didn’t say anything and she laughed nervously. “What?” she said with a laugh and a smile. I started to lean in and she brought her hands up and pulled my face in. I started to rub her thigh and she seemed frustrated that she couldn’t pull me closer (she drove a standard and the transmission made it tough to get too close). We finally parted and she said “Let’s go back to my place.”

Our sex that night was hot. I’ve been with a couple girls who get really sweaty during sex. She was one of them. That may sound like a turn off for some people but it totally did it for me. We’d become slippery together and everything would slide easily. We didn’t use a condom even though it was clear we were both pretty active sexually.

I came three times that night. The first time was missionary position, the second was from her jerking me off from behind in the shower, and I the third was actually in the early morning before she drove me back home.

We were together after that night. She’d drive up to my town every weekend and we’d go out, drink, and bang. It was a hot relationship for a while and she seemed to have cool friends. After a couple months her true colours began to show. She became pretty controlling and judgemental. I’d have to explain decisions I was making about who I’d hang out with and sometimes it felt like she was giving me permission to hang out with friends.

In retrospect I wasn’t assertive enough. It went on like that for too long and when I finally decided to end it, I didn’t; instead I simply became deliberately sad and withdrawn around her until she told me she was ending it. I feigned being upset, but it was a relief.

Our relationship had lasted about five months. It was intense and meaningful and had run its course. I never was one to resist getting back in the saddle. I was calling up previous friends-with-benefits within a few days.

3

I mentioned before that while we were together Kayla’s friends seemed pretty cool. Well, one of my roommates must have thought so too because at the end of that summer he announced that he was seeing Sara. Over time it was clear that Kayla and I would be crossing paths. I don’t recall who reached out to whom first, but we eventually touched base and talked about how it would be if we did both decide to go out with our mutual friends on the same bar night; like whether or not it would be awkward. We both agree it would be fine and that we could be friends and stuff. It seemed sincere.

By then I was living in another town an hour or so away. But I would often go back to my friends’ house for drinking weekends. A few weeks after Kayla and I had that online chat I had a clear weekend and decided to go and spend it with my friends. My friend Lewis said that Sara was going to be there for sure and had mentioned that Kayla may come up for a night. I told him we’d be cool and we both had a bit of a laugh about it over the phone. “I guess we’ll see,” he said.

I went up earlier in the day and Lewis and I played Nintendo Wii with his other roommates. We casually drank throughout the day and were lightly drunk by the time the girls came by in the evening. Sara, Kayla, and their friend Sam came by and were excited to get their own pre-drink on. Kayla looked good; dressed all in black, tight top and black jeans with a few chunky necklaces. She had put on a bit of weight since we broke up. Not too much, maybe eight or nine pounds.

We all played Wii for a while with lots of laughs and booze. We planned to stay for an hour or so and then head to the bar. Because of the nature of the Wii games we were up and down from our seats a lot (passing controllers around). After a few controller exchanges Kayla and I found ourselves next to each other on the couch. We began having our own little side conversations from the group. It started with innocent conversation (“Having fun?”) and got a bit more flirty within a few minutes (“Better not get too drunk before you hit the dance floor”). We also found ourselves pressing against one another as we were sitting and finding ways to brush our hands against each other’s legs.

Someone announced that we should get going and people began getting ready. The house had three washrooms, two upstairs and a rarely used one in an odd split-level section of the house. Kayla went to use the out of the way one and I hung around the couches and cleaned up a bit (although I knew that with a bit of luck I could find myself alone with her like this). Sure enough, a few minutes later she emerged from the door that leads to the bathroom.

“Where is everyone?” she asked with a bit of a smile (even though we could hear the loud talking and footsteps of people assembling in the upstairs foyer). I moved toward her as though I had been waiting to us the washroom and crossed the room with purpose. She pressed up against the doorway as if to let me squeeze by. As we were crossing I slowed to a stop and she looked me in the eyes, smiled and said “What?”

“Just trying to get by,” I said and put both hands on her sides as if I was trying to move her.

“Oh, and I’m in your way?”

“A bit.”

“So do something about it,” she said and gave me a light push on the shoulders with her hands. I grabbed her wrists and pressed her against the wall and we started making out. I released her wrists and simultaneously moved both my hands across her arms and over her tits before we separated the kiss. We shared a laugh and decided to head up stairs before we were missed.

“What were you to up to down there?” Lewis asked when we emerged. We both said we were just tiding up a bit and incredibly they all seemed to believe it.

4

The walk to the bar was fairly uneventful. The boys walked with the boys, the girls walked with the girls. One of my buddies asked if I was going to fuck Kayla tonight. I said I was open to it and he asked if I was sure if I wanted to open that can of worms. It was a bit of a jolt of reflection; I knew why he’d said it and I wasn’t upset.

We got to the bar and immediately got a round of shots as a group. There were no tables big enough to hold our group so we split up a bit. Kayla and I ended up on the dance floor with two of her friends. I got the impression that she had told them about the kiss and we were grinding by the time the third song played. Eventually her friends slipped away and then we got really dirty. Our tongues spent more time touching than not. I was grabbing her ass and she was even rubbing her hand on the front of my pants.

After a few songs we got control of ourselves and went to the bar. With fresh drinks we found our friends in a separate billiard table area with some large tables available. The group had a good natured laugh at us and there was even a small round of applause. We had a laugh at ourselves and took some chairs.

We drank as a group and Kayla and I continued to flirt and touch. We were even caught having a drunken makeout at the table when Sara dared us to (because she had missed seeing the grinding on the dancefloor).

I asked Kayla if she wanted to go back early and she agreed. On the way out one of her friends asked if we were getting back together. I can’t really explain why but it sort of bugged me. She didn’t mean anything by it, but I guess it made me realize how much I didn’t want to be with Kayla again. I just wanted to fuck her.

We got a cab and went back to the house. We knew that the others would be at least another couple hours (one hour or so at the bar and then would go out for all-nite pizza or Chinese on the way home). I had been staying at this house many-a-weekend in recent weeks and pretty much had my own room. It was a front sitting room, off to the side, with a black foldout couch.

No lights were on in the house and we didn’t turn any on. The sitting room had large windows and the street lights gave us enough dim illumination to move around. Kayla walked in first and turned around. I kept moving forward and we moved together towards the fold out. I removed her shirt completely and we started making out. She removed my shirt as I undid her jeans.

We fell on the foldout together with her on top. She rolled to the side and kicked her jeans off. I was squeezing her tits as she did this. She got up on her knees and I was laying on the foldout on my back. She pulled the top of my jeans down and started to give me a blowjob, but overtop of my boxers. She had remembered that I used to love this. She was licking the front of my boxers and would tease me by momentarily pull the front of my boxers down at the front so that her tongue would just lick the tip of my cock before she’d cover it back up with the boxers.

She was just in bra and panties at this point and I found myself able to finger her easily in this position. I slid the front of my hand down the front of her panties. It was then that I could feel that she was newly waxed or very cleanly shaven.

I can’t explain it, but somehow this also jolted my senses a bit. It was like she knew we’d be fucking, as if she knew she had that control over me. That combined with her friend asking if Kayla and I were getting back together, well… it sort of made me a bit pissed. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t going to stop what I was doing or anything, but I wasn’t going to let her think this was more than a one-time thing.

Kayla and I had never been ones to dirty talk with one another while fucking, but something came over me. She had long, thick, dark hair; I grabbed a handful on the back of her head and said firmly “Quit your teasing and just suck my cock.”

She pulled my boxers back and looked at me with a seductive smile, “You want me to suck your cock?”

I yanked her hair again, harder. He neck was pulled back a bit and she let out a small grunt of pain. “You heard me,” I said.

It might have been the talking or the hair pulling, but she was now enjoying sucking cock as I’d never see her before. She was moaning while she was doing it too.

I could feel myself coming closer to climax so I pulled out of her mouth and flipped her over so she was on her back. I did so roughly and again she let out a groan of pain.

Overtop of her I used my hand and began to trace the tip of my cock against the front of her panties. I could feel the quivering wetness of her pussy against my cock. “You want this?” I asked.

“I want you,” she responded. That seemed a bit too emotional to me.

I responded in turn, “You want to be fucked?”

She closed her eyes. I think she could tell I was just there to fuck, not for emotion. She was too turned on to turn back though. “Yes,” she said with deliberation.

“You want this cock?” I said.

“Mmhmm. Yes.” She opened her eyes.

I could see it was a bizarre kind of painful turn on for her. I was cruel and decided to prolong the moment more. “You’ve had other cocks in you. Do you want this one now?” I continued to trace my cock against her soaking panties.

“Yes.”

“When was the last one?” I pulled the material of her panties to the side and made direct contact with her pussy. I continued to trace up and down her lips with the head of my cock.

“What?” She was in disbelief for a moment but then knew what I was asking.

“When was the last time you had a hard cock in you?”

I could see she was unable to lie or even think. She closed her eyes and uttered “Thursday” in a meek voice. Today was Saturday. I plunged all of my cock into her. No condom. It was a single thrust and we just held it while she let out a loud moan.

I began pumping her slowly, “Whose cock?”

“Why?”

“Tell me who else you fucked this week.”

“Some guy named Lee. One of Sara’s friends.” It was tough to read her reaction. She was clearly turned on, but I don’t know if what I was saying was turning her on, or if it was a reaction to how taboo the whole conversation was.

“Had you fucked him before Thursday?” I increased the pace of our fucking a little.

“Yes. I’d fucked him before.”

I pressed my mouth to her ear and whispered, “Well I’m the one fucking you now.” I continued fucking automatically at a steady pace. It felt like she was conflicted with being turned on and being upset at what I was doing. It almost felt as though she could cry. “How many guys have you fucked since the last time we did?”

“No,” she whimpered. But at the same time she seemed a bit more turned on. It was fucked.

“How many guys have you fucked since we did?”

“Three”

“Three?”

“Yes, three,” she said firmly. Then she continued aggressively while looking me in the eyes, “ I’ve fucked three guys since you. I’ve fucked three cocks.”

This caused me shift my weight so that I could press my thumb to her clit and rub it while I was still fucking her.

“Want to know how many girls I’ve fucked since I’ve fucked you?”

She let out a pleading kind of moan. As if she didn’t want to know, but she knew I was going to tell her.

“Since I’ve fucked you… I’ve fucked five pussies.”

A moan, then “Who?”

I didn’t really know how to answer this. Kayla may have met one of them before, but they were just randoms and friends with benefits. “Five wet pussies that needed this cock. The cock that you didn’t want anymore. It was so easy to fuck them. It’s so easy to fuck girls like you.” That clearly did it for her. She was about to climax. I fucked her faster and harder and went on about how each pussy was wetter than the last, was tighter than her pussy ever was. I went into detail about fucking a tiny girl I met on a dating site. She came as I was talking about the red bra the tiny, tight girl was wearing while I fucked her.

Usually with Kayla I’d ask if she’d cum before I did. This time it was so clear that she had that I didn’t bother. I pumped her with purpose for ten seconds or so and then pulled out and came all over her stomach.

I rolled on to my back and it got instantly awkward. I wanted out of there fast. I wanted to go back to the bar.

We didn’t speak at all. She eventually got up, collected her clothes, and went to the washroom. Once I thought I might have heard her sobbing, but then I couldn’t hear it again when I listened closely. She did return to the room and we simply went to sleep.

In the morning we fucked once more. A light-hearted good morning fuck of the ‘Well, we might as well…’ variety.

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