Visiting the Ex [MF]

I had dated Gail for my final three years of college and for about 6 months following graduation. This story focuses on the exit, the outro, of this relationship and the last time we were together. For the record, Gail is 5’6″, B-cups, light brown hair, thin with waifish model-like features. A solid 7.5 I would say.

As noted, I had been with Gail for 3.5 years and was the love of my life up to this stage in my life, mostly because I had never been in love before and jumped at the first girl that showed any interest in me. Were we a match made in heaven, far from it. Did we have good times and adventures, most definitely.

During my senior year I began to realize that my relationship with Gail was winding down. We had been together for 3 years at this stage and she was one year younger. We discussed how we wanted to move forward and decided to give the long distance / post college relationship a go. It quickly became evident that I was still in love and vested in making the relationship work while her actions showed the exact opposite. Over the summer immediately following graduation we met up a few times and it was good but with a healthy dose of the unknown which hung over our time together. The relationship took a turn for the worst when the school year began and the ole “out of sight, out of mind” mantra came to the fore. We continued to talk, but less and less as time progressed. I made a last ditch effort to save the relationship when we both agreed that I would fly down for a long weekend to hang out. This was the light at the end of the tunnel. This was my great hope and it kept me going until I received a phone call the night before my flight.

Gail: “I don’t think you should visit anymore”
Me: “Ummm… ok, why?”
Gail: “I am seeing someone else, but not seriously”

Most have been on the end of one of these calls and know it doesn’t feel great. I turned inside myself, shut off my friends and basically mulled about for a number of months in some sort of sorry state. It was actually really pathetic looking back on it. But alas, that is what happened.

I eventually snapped out of it like most do. Found some strange, had some fun, and generally moved on with my life and felt better for it. This continued on for another few months when I found myself back around my college town, visiting friends for some big shin-dig. We all had fun, got drunk, goofed off, and basically reminisced on our college experiences and post-college life. Things were good.

However, in the back of my mind I had been thinking of Gail, the relationship, and how I wanted to have her one last time. So there I am, chatting with my boys and decided that I would take the 30min drive “just to say hello.” They laughed, mocked, and then my buddy tossed me a magnum condom and told me to have fun. I wasn’t sure what my plan was and not I am not 100% sure I actually told her I was coming through. All I know is that 30 mins later I was on campus and had managed to find Gail. The initial meeting was as you would expect. Awkward. We were chatting in her dorm room and things loosened up a bit. We talked about how our lives had moved on yadda yadda yadda and things for a bit seemed like they were. I of course wasn’t falling in love again, merely trying to have one last go to clear my heads and to codify our breakup.

I made a move. We were on her bed and I leaned over for a kiss. It was all so familiar, but different at the same time. We kissed and caressed each others bodies. It was moving fast, but was oh so good at the same time. That was until she slammed on the breaks and ended the party. WTF! But ultimately understood and didn’t press it. But in the back of my head, I knew that I could close the deal one last time. I offered to take her to lunch as “friends” so we could catch up without the pressure to do anything more. I listened to her whinge on about her life, the new guy she was kinda-sorta seeing, and what she was planning after graduation. It was all very dull but I did my part. Nodded at the right times, made her laugh, made her cry, and fulfilled my prior boyfriend duties. We finish up and I drive her back to the dorm with little expectation of anything more.

We roll up to her dorm and I start to say my goodbyes, good lucks, and all that shit…. when out of the blue she invites me back inside. Will I have another shot at this… you betcha. As soon as the door to her room closes, she is all over me. She had gotten more aggressive since I was last with her and I liked it. She reached down to grab my cock through my pants and whispered that she had missed me.. or rather the good rooting I used to give her. She dropped to her knees and pulled my jeans down. My cock popped out and I caught the sexiest smirk on her face before she jumped it. She had definitely gotten better at this as well! She licked base to tip and twirled her tongue around my end, gradually building me up. This continued for a while before I pulled her to her feet and began to take off her clothes. First her top and then pants, leaving her standing there in her undies. I took a step back to admire one last time and she kinda kinked her hips and leg to one side and gave me a “well….” type look. I jumped in. Pulled off her bra and panties. Perky tits said hello as did her pussy which was now sporting a thin landing strip and not much else. It was divine. I sucked on her nipples and worked my way south, eventually enveloping her pussy below. I ate her for all I was worth as I certainly wanted to make a good impression. I teased her relentlessly all the while she was squirming, feeling her breasts, and making these little moans that I remembered from before. It was great. The tease continued until she began to beg. “Please….. Please….” she said. I moved up and positioned myself to enter her. I rubbed myself up and down her slit and teased the entry for a while before inching myself in. She had a look of “Oh my” on her face which is when I realized that her other beau was not quite as endowed as myself. I continued pushing in and waited for her to acclimate to my size again. She felt like a glove and it was amazing. I began to pick up the pace and she started making deep guttural moans. Me perched above her, building up to a more frenzied pace. She was gripping me, moaning, and scratching my back up to shit. All was good. We continued like this for a while before I was ready to finish. I wish I could say I whipped off the condom and blew an epic load on her face or boobs, but didn’t. It was more of a frenzied grab at the condom and failed removal, few spurts in the bag and then a couple dribbles onto the floor… but man, it was great.

I looked at her lying there naked with a bit of a shimmer realizing that I would most likely never see or talk to her again. She went to clean up and was smiling when she returned, saying that I made her bleed a bit and that she was totally fine, but very sated. I felt like a champ and began to make moves for the exit. We said our goodbyes and she even walked me out to my car to do it. It felt like old times for a bit but deep down I think she knew just as I did that this was the end. It was frenzied, fun, and kinda fucked all at the same time and I was grinning ear-to-ear on my way back to my friends place.

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