A Proper Goodbye [M/F]

The summer before my Freshman year of college was full of memories. I had a girlfriend that understood we weren’t exclusive in our dating, I was really enjoying time with my FWB, and there was also the challenge of the chase after a couple other girls that summer as well.

Part of this summer was spending a week with a couple of buddies on a canoe trip in the wilderness. I was working the evening before that trip, and knew I had to be up early the next morning for us guys to hit the trail. Before heading out of town, I wanted to stop in and say goodbye to my girlfriend (Kristi) as well as my FWB (Andi), even though I had already told each of them the that I wouldn’t be able to see them this evening.

By the time I got out of work, it was later than I had hoped, but decided to still stop in and see if Kristi was home. Upon ringing the doorbell at her home, I was happy, if not a little surprised, to see her coming to the door to greet me. Kristi was about 5’ 6” and 120 lbs. She was gorgeous, in shape, accompanied by nice D cups. She opened the door to let me in with a nice surprised smile, and immediately began walking back in as she normally would. I interrupted her by stating that “I can’t stay long. I have to be up at 2:30, but wanted to stop by one more time to say goodbye.”

She was happy that I stopped by, and we chatted for a few minutes before I moved in for a nice “see you in one week” kiss. Well, that kiss lingered. Then, it became more passionate. I embraced her tightly, squeezing her ass with one hand while my other hand was firmly at the back of her head as our mouths, lips, and tongues assaulted the other’s. I then realized the movement of her hand down my torso, directly to the bulge in my jeans. With a firm squeeze, she definitely gained my attention. I broke our kiss, and let out a moan of frustration. “I really have to go!” I feebly said. She responded by unfastening the button on my jeans, lower my zipper, and diving in to grasp my firm cock with both hands. “I think we need to take care of this before you leave” she replied, grinning sarcastically.

She pulled me by the hand into the basement family room. The advantage of this room was that we could hear the garage door open if her parents were to come home, and the entrance from the garage was on the upper level, which always provided enough time to pull ourselves together (known from previous experience). As she got into the room, she pulled me around and sat me on the couch. She yanked at my jeans and boxers, pulling them down below my knees. She then unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them and her panties as purposely as if she was about to step into the shower.

She didn’t waste any time. She moved in and landed one knee on the couch on one side of me, and straddled me with the other. She grabbed my cock by one hand as she steadied herself with her other hand against my chest. She guided my cock head to her pussy and began taking me in. While not fully lubricated, she was well on her way. She continued working my cock deeper into her pussy with each stroke, until she had me at full depth within her. She quickly worked into a vigorous rhythm, looking into my eyes as she did. Neither of us said anything, but she was on a mission with this goodbye fuck.

While her personal pleasure didn’t seem to be her intent, her eyes closed eventually while her face bore the look of the enjoyment of her actions. She continued grinding her pussy deeply upon my cock, alternating with long strokes all the way out of her pussy then deep onto me again. Now sloppy with her juices, our fucking got louder in that exhibit of pleasure. It was overwhelming for me. My cock was rock hard within her, and I knew that my orgasm was imminent. She was certainly skilled enough to realize this, and only quickened her pace. The involuntary pulsation of my orgasm began, and I unloaded my load into her pussy as she kept on, ensuring that she got every possible drop. Only when she was confident of this did she slow down and then finally stop, my cock still within her. I forget exactly what she said next, but it was along the lines of me getting a proper send off for the week.

With that, she got up off of me and began pulling on her panties and jeans. I stood up and pulled myself together as well. Back in order, she walked me to the door. With one more kiss and a “see you in a week”, I was out the door. It was a gleeful walk back to the car.

Now… Do I have time to stop in and say goodbye to Andi?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3ykges/a_proper_goodbye_mf