Who am I? I’m 21, 5″7 and I mostly wear a size 4. My bust size is 32C and I have brown almost black short hair and brown eyes on a wide friendly face.
I hate breakups. I mean, that isn’t exactly shocking news. Like, I didn’t say I hated cuddly little puppies who lick your face when you are feeling sad. Or sex. Because that would be fucking ridiculous. But it’s still true. I hate breakups. In the aftermath of a breakup, even ones that I initiated, I feel like I’m on a scary roller coaster and want to get off but it won’t stop.
Tom and I broke up. I was the one who broke up with him but somehow it seemed like he took the news in stride while I was a quivering mess.
“Wanna fuck one last time?” he asked when I told him we were done in the coffee shop where we had met, that mischievous smile of his that I can’t resist settling the question for me.
I headed home from his place and when I got there, threw on crappy old sweats, turned Bravo on mute and listened to 1D’s Up All Night on shuffle like a million times. If you hate on 1D, I don’t want to know you.
48 hours later, I knew the best thing to do to get myself out of my funk was head to my brother’s. So I left him a message on his home phone telling him I needed to crash at his place, since the jerk doesn’t even own a cell phone, and headed to the bus station.
4 hours later I got off the bus in the small town Harry lives in and hitched a ride to his place. Harry is 3 years older than me and works at one of the biggest ranches in the state. He and his good friend Louis share an old house on the edge of town, so I was surprised when I knocked on the door to be greeted by a tall, muscular Hispanic man in his mid20s.
“You’re Harry’s sister, right?” He asked. “I’m Naill.” He moved aside and let me in, his eyes wandering up and down my body. “I’m almost embarrassed to tell you this but Harry told me to say you should wash the dishes when you got here.”
I laughed as Naill led me to the kitchen, where a sink full of dishes greeted me. See, that’s the thing with Harry. He believes that you always need to be working, that nothing in life is free. That’s why he’s the perfect person to be around after a breakup. He won’t let me sit and wallow and be depressed. No, he’ll make me work and lecture me about how our country is headed in the wrong direction and shit like that. 2 or 3 days of that, and I’m ready to shove a screwdriver in my ear when Harry starts up another lecture on civic duties and the evils of politicians. And through the exhaustion of manual labor I find myself over the breakup. It’s like fucking boot camp or something.
So I get to work washing the dishes and chat with Naill. He tells me that he works on the same ranch as Louis and Harry and that he and his roommate are crashing here for a few nights because their apartment is getting some sort of repairs. Well, crashing in the sense that they are staying there. But like me, they can’t just stay for free. Naill and his roomie Liam are building a shed out back in exchange for their sleeping accommodations.
I was just about done with the dishes when the other three guys came home. Harry gave me a big hug and I teased him about his overgrown beard while eyeing Liam and Louis. They were both impressive physical specimens, broad shouldered and muscular and dark from working outside all day. Really, Naill, Liam and Louis could be triplets except a few details like Naill being Hispanic, Louis being a ginger and Liam looking like a young John Stamos (not ashamed to admit I’ve got a small Full House tattoo).
We all shoot the shit over a dinner of breakfast mess and beers and then Harry has me clean the bathroom, which looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in a year. Afterwards, we chat for a while, which devolves into Harry lecturing me before I go to sleep on the living room sofa.
The next day while the guys are at work, I weed the backyard and scrub the floors inside. I’m not much for cleaning, but as usual, I’m finding the whole exercise therapeutic. The guys come back while I’m finishing the weeding. I’m a total mess, half covered in dirt, but I get a few approving glances from the gents at the T-shirt sticky with sweat clinging to my breasts and my long legs showcased in short shorts.
Harry insists on dinner before I can shower, and since I can’t cook worth shit, it’s eggs again. I check my phone before I shower and see a text from an unfamiliar local number.
“You look so sexy. I’d love to fuck.” I look around as if the texter is watching me, but the guys have drifted off. I hear hammers banging in the back, and figure Naill and Liam are working on the shed.
It’s a terrible idea but I texted back anyway. “I’m not sure who this is but if you are staying in this house tonight, I think you’re pretty hot.”
I go to the bathroom, planning for a long hot shower but Harry turns off the hot water after 5 minutes. While I’m toweling off and getting dressed, he lectures me through the bathroom door on conserving energy. I roll my eyes.
It’s almost 9 so Harry heads to his room as he gets up at 4 AM every morning. There’s another text message. “I left you a present on your pillow. If you wanna fuck, wear it tonite.”
I look to my pillow and there’s a sleep mask sitting on it. Interesting. My mysterious texter wants to fuck me without me knowing which of my brother’s friends it is.
It’s a terrible idea, but honestly, I’m kinda turned on by the whole thing. Would I be able to tell who it is? All three of the guys are pretty similar in terms body type. Is he looking for a little kink? After turning off the light, I slip under my sheet and change it if my T-shirt into a loose tank top and take off my pj pants, leaving just my bikini briefs. I slide the mask over my eyes.
The darkness is complete. I lie there, wide awake, thinking about what’s going to happen. I feel myself getting wet what might happen. I don’t masturbate often, but as I fantasize, my hand finds its way past the elastic of my panties. I turn onto my side facing the sofa, as I finger my clitoris. In my fantasy, I’m on a beach, and Naill–or maybe it’s Liam–is stroking me with one hand while his other hand caressed my breasts and my neck. I push my fingers further into myself, imagining a hard cock. I press firmly, moaning into my pillow, the old springs of the sofa squeaking softly, my fingers moving faster and faster. The pleasure flows over me and I begin to tense. My lover is straddling me, and I turn my head and see the other two roommates watching over, their cocks in their hands, stroking as they watch their naked friend and me.
The orgasm bursts through me and my fingers stop moving, resting lightly at just the tip of my clitoris. My panties and thighs are wet from my excitement, and I sigh contently. I realize how exhausted I am, and I rest for a minute, planning to get up and clean off a bit. But I fall asleep instead.
I wake up when I feel a hand running down my side over my shirt. I tense for a moment but then remember and relax. The hand moves to the front of my shirt and finds my left breast, which is half out of the tank top. I sigh, as the rough hand rubs my nipple until it’s hard. I hear a floorboard creak, and my visitor lies down behind me on the sofa. He kisses my neck and shoulder, his smooth cheek smelling off an aftershave that I can’t place. I can feel his erection against my butt, as his hand roams down my body to between my legs.
“Damn,” he whispers, so softly I can’t identify the voice. He helps me out of my panties, and then pushed gently on my legs so that I curl them up in front of my, my knees, just touching my breasts.
He’s inside of me so quickly, I gasp, and he thrusts quickly. He’s wearing a condom that has some sort of ridges or something on it over his maybe a little above average penis, so it feels pretty good. He’s still kissing my neck, biting my earlobe lightly as he thrusts hard. It feels really good, but he suddenly lets out a quiet “fuuuuuuuuck” and I realize he’s cumming.
He finishes his orgasm and we lay together silently. I can feel the disappointment we are both feeling, his breath on my neck. And then, the sofa creaks and he’s gone.
“Well that was a bust,” I think. I lie there for a few minutes, wondering if I should just get up and go clean off when I hear a noise in the room. I lift my head, which is silly since I’m still wearing the sleep mask. I think about taking it off when I feel his hand on me again.
“Let’s try that again,” he whispers and he slides behind me. He grabs my arms and l let him lift them over my head. He holds them against the arm of the sofa, kissing me again, his other hand playing over my body. I can feel him hardening, and as soon as he’s completely erect, he guides himself back into me.
He’s barebacking me now and it feels wonderful. He holds my hands on pace, his other hand guiding my hips as he fucks me hard. God, I’m moaning into my pillow, his hips against my ass. He grabs my right breast hard and digs his teeth into my shoulder bone. We fuck hard, the noise of the sofa’s springs so loud, I start to imagine that the other two roommates are watching from the doorway.
That gets me and I orgasm. He slows a bit as I gasp and moan and then pulls out. He pulls out my legs and guides me to lie on my back. Pushing my knees up again, he rubs his wet dick between my raised ass cheeks and his hand, fondling my breasts with his other hand. After a few minutes, he starts to penetrate me again, but pulls out right away. I realize he’s cumming when I hear him grunt and feel his cum splash across my chest in spurts, a little even making it’s way too my lips and chin. He’s on his knees between my legs and I hear him stroking himself. He leans over, kissing me hard on the lips, smearing the cum that made its way up there. Then he’s gone again.
I lay there for a few minutes, catching my breath, and then take off the mask. The room is empty. I debate putting some clothes on or just dashing down the hall to the bathroom naked, and decide on the second. I find my T-shirt and pj pants and race to the empty bathroom past two closed doors, wondering if he’s behind one of them.
After I clean up and get dressed and get back to the sofa, I check my phone. It’s a little after 1 in the morning, and there’s a text from my secret friend. “Ur amazing” and I answer with a few smiley emojis. I lay back down and am asleep right away.
When I wake up, there’s a note on top of me from Harry saying I was probably lazy and sleeping in, but he’d be back at lunch. It was 10 and I was by myself, so I packed up my few things and then lazed around. When Harry came by a little before noon, I gave him a hug, thanked him for his help and told him he’d never find a girl if he didn’t shave his lumberjack beard.
On the bus home, I realized I was over Tom. Once again, my brother’s ridiculousness cured me. The sex with one of his friends certainly didn’t hurt either.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/58p5ub/how_i_get_over_a_breakup_hard_work_and
Which one was it? Is it possible it was two different guys?
I wonder if your brother was ever in an accident as a child, and broke both his arms? :)
Did I really just read One Direction fanfiction on r/gonewildstories?
This is so well-written, and the sex scene is so risky, erotic, and memorable… These factors alone make me question whether this is just really good sex fiction! But I don’t mind either way, in this case. Great story, hope it’s real :)