My phone buzzed on the couch next to me. A text. Ana. My mind flew backward – we had dated a while in high school. Four foot eleven, olive skin, big, brown eyes, waves of curly black hair cascading down her back, and a huge pair of perky breasts just beginning to give way to gravity, with gingersnap nipples. She’d been adopted as an infant into a firmly upper class family, the brain of Regina George in the body of a Nicaraguan sexpot. She’d been my first.
The text. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Not much, just playing a little Xbox. What’s up with you?”
“Just put dinner on.”
I went back to my game. A few minutes later, another buzz.
“We had some good times didn’t we?”
“Yeah, we did.”
“Remember that time down by the river?” How could I ever forget? “And in the Target dressing room?”
“Oh yeah. Hell yeah. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.”
No response. I guess I’m not as smooth as I thought. Back to the game.
Another buzz.
“You know it’s been a while. Since Chase and I broke up.”
“I’m sorry, that’s frustrating.”
“Yeah, it’s been driving me crazy.”
Time to take a risk. I typed it in, and paused just a moment before I sent – am I really sure about this?
Yes. “What would you do if I just showed up on your doorstep?”
A pause on her end, and then: “I’d drop to my knees and suck your cock.”
Whoa.
Buzz. “Too bad you’re up at school.”
I’d just come home for two days to handle some family business. Nobody knew I was in town. It didn’t seem worth letting anyone know since I didn’t expect to have time to see anyone.
There was only one thing to do at this point. I grabbed my keys and headed downtown. I’d never been to her new place, but a few months back when she was apartment-hunting she had emailed the address to get my opinion.
In minutes I found myself standing on her porch, the bell rung, a thousand doubts running through my head. Am I really doing this? Was she serious? That was a joke. That had to be a joke, right? And besides, I haven’t seen her in years. What if she wants more? What if I do? Can I really go through with this?
The door opened, and all doubts were banished by the sight of her. She had chopped her hair short and dyed it bright pink. She wore a pair of thick-framed black glasses. Her nose was pierced. Her breasts strained against the fabric of an Iron Maiden t-shirt. From inside, I could hear what sounded like Depecehe mode. She looked me up and down, then straight in the eye. Her mouth opened-
“Oh.”
Oh? Oh!? Not exactly the warm, wet reception I was expecting. I stood there sheepishly for a moment, then she threw her arms around me, her head barely reaching my chin.
“What are you doing here? Come in! The fettucine’s almost ready, do you want some?”
I said no, thank you, I’d had dinner already. She showed me around the apartment while we waited. It was cramped, outdated. Wood paneling. A living room with a grey corduroy couch and a kitchenette of what I might charitably call vintage appliances – next to the oven, a half-empty bottle of wine. “So that explains the texts,” I thought. A small bedroom with a mattress on the floor. But the bedroom had an only partially obstructed view of the ocean – more than worth the rent.
She served herself, and poured herself a glass of wine and one for me. I drank greedily, trying to catch up, and she ate while we watched some banal reality show and chatted superficially about our lives the last few years while the wine went to our heads. The weather turned as we sat there, the wind picking up. Lightning flashed and distant thunder rolled out over the ocean. I yelped and, pretending to be scared, buried my face in her chest. To my surprise she didn’t push me away. “Well?” she said, and waved me on exasperatedly.
With one swift motion I pulled off her shirt and bra, her breasts falling free in the light of a streetlamp through the window. I grabbed them and caressed one, tweaking the nipple as I sucked the other. Her gasps were musical. After a few seconds she pushed me back.
“You came here for something, didn’t you?”
She reached down and undid my belt, then unzipped my pants and tugged my boxers down. My cock leapt out like it was spring-loaded. “Oh my, you are excited aren’t you?”
She wrapped her hand around the base of it and leaned over, giving it a few short licks, then took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around. The warmth was incredible next to the chilly air of her apartment. My head rolled back as she worked her mouth up and down on my cock, sliding down, then back up and pulling it out with a pop, licking up and down, popping my balls in her mouth one after the other, teasing the frenulum with the tip of her tongue, then back to vigorously sucking up and down. The whole time she kept her hand motionless around the base of my cock. This had always been her weak point when we were dating – no matter how expertly she worked the top half of my cock, she would never move that damn hand. It was great for foreplay, but I had never cum from it, and I knew I wasn’t going to now. When I’d been teased past the point of what I could bear I decided to take control. I pushed her off, then grabbing her wrists I pulled her to the end of the couch. Lying on her back with her head over the armrest, she seemed confused, but as she opened her mouth to say something I shoved my cock into it and straight down her throat. I got two good thrusts in before she started to gag. I pulled out.
“I’m sorry! Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she said, wiping a bit of drool from her lip, “I just wasn’t ready for it. Don’t stop.”
I obliged, pushing my cock back into her waiting mouth, thrusting it to disappear then pulling almost all the way out, then again, and again, and again, faster and faster. I saw her wriggle her pants off and reach her hand into her lacy blue panties to stroke herself. I pulled my cock out to slap it on her cheek and she moaned. Pushing back in, I grabbed hold of her ears used them as leverage to increase the pace as I slid my cock back into her waiting throat, seeing her neck bulge with every thrust. The musky smell of her pussy filled the room as her hand flew back and forth inside her panties like a DJ hitting the crescendo. When I felt that familiar tingle rise I pulled my cock out and after three quick strokes my legs tightened and I rose to the balls of my feet and I was cumming, shooting a massive load of cum that covered one lens of her glasses, splashing off her nose, her tits, one spurt even hitting just above her belly button, and as I did her whole body tensed and convulsed as her orgasm hit her. Stars filled my eyes and I collapsed panting on the floor.
She jumped up and ran to the kitchenette to grab a towel, then stood there in her panties cleaning herself off. “You came on my face.”
“I’m sorry, I got carried away.”
“No, it’s okay. Nobody’s ever cum on my face before. I liked it.”
I smiled and watched her breasts jiggle as she wiped the cum from her stomach.
“Well, are you coming?” she said, turning and heading for the bedroom.
I followed her, and as she reached the edge of the bed she turned again, kissing me deeply with her arms around me and her breasts pushed against my chest, her tongue probing my mouth.
“Hold on a minute,” she said, walked to the stereo, and put on the latest Lady Gaga. Teeth.
She walked back to the bed and jumped playfully, landing on her back. She beckoned with one finger. “Eat me.”
I knelt between her legs and slid her panties off. She had always been neatly trimmed before but now she was freshly shaved. She spread her legs then, grabbing her thighs and pulling her knees up by her chest. I slowly licked, with the tip of my tongue, from one ankle up her leg to the top of her inner thigh already slick with her juices, then started again with the other ankle and licked my way up. I then started with a long, slow lick from the base of her slit up to just below her clitoris, and as she grabbed my head and caressed it with both hands, her fingers running through my hair, I alternatd long slow licks up the length of her slit, little nibbles to her labia, and pushing my tongue into her wet little hole. I couldn’t believe how wet she was already, it was like a dam had burst inside of her, and the scent of her filled my nose. When her breath grew ragged I slid two fingers inside her and took her engorged clitoris in my mouth, sucking it as I fucked her with my hand. She moaned and writhed under my attention for what seemed like hours. Finally she pushed my face back. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
She lay on her back and straightened her legs out, grabbing her ankles. My cock was hard again and I stroked it, positioning the head at her entrance. I slid it up and down her slit twice, then pushed it inside of her. The wetness was like nothing I’d felt before, so warm and so slippery. I started with long, slow thrusts, pushing the head in first, then all the way to the base, then back out again, then in again, faster and faster.
“Oh god!”
“Oh, fuck.”
I could feel the walls of her pussy gripping and tightening around my cock, her massive breasts bouncing in the moonlight reflected off the ocean through the window, threatening to smack her chin.
“Oh, god you feel so good filling me up.”
I kissed her deeply as I continued thrusting. She pushed me back. “Wait. Not like this.”
She rolled over, got on her hands and knees, presenting her tight, toned ass. I slid my cock into her from behind and started pumping, hands behind my head.
“Harder! Fuck me harder.”
I grabbed and handful of her hair and used to pull her back on to me, slapping her ass with the other hand. “Yes! Fuck yes, fuck my little slut pussy!”
I rammed my cock into her cunt like that, panting with exertion, until she stopped moving. “Is that all you got?”
I pulled out and pushed the head of my cock against her little brown asshole. “Be careful, if you’re gonna talk like a bitch I’m gonna treat you like a bitch.”
We had tried anal once before when we were dating, two stupid kids fooling around with vaseline as lube, but my cock was too big and her asshole was too small and it didn’t come close to fitting, so what happened next shocked me. She quickly pushed her hips backward. The wine must have loosened her up because her ass swallowed half of my cock before I even realized it was happening.
“Are you sure?”
“Fuck yes I’m sure. Use my body. Make me your little slut.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I grabbed her hips and started slow, pulling my cock almost out of her asshole, then pushing just an inch or two back in as she whimpered. The sensation was incredible, tighter than anything I’d felt, and the friction taking everything I had to hold back from cumming right away. As she started moving in time with the thrusts I increased the pace and the depth until her greedy little asshole was taking my whole cock in, her tits swinging like pendulums, my balls slapping her pussy with every thrust. She was screaming and rain lashed the window and I moaned, emptying what felt like the biggest load I’d ever shot deep inside her little virgin asshole. I held my cock there for a moment, then fell back on the bed. She rolled over and laid her head on my chest and absent-mindedly played with my chest hair while we stared into each others eyes until the CD ended. She got up then, and as she walked to the bathroom I could see my cum leaking out of her asshole and running down her thighs.
She closed the door behind her, and as I heard the shower start I laid there lost in thought. I really did that. That happened. What happens now? Are we back together? Do I want to be back together? How do we tell our friends? They had all chosen sides in the breakup. There was a lot of bad blood there. And our families?
The door opened again and the light from the bathroom flooded the room as she walked out, a towel wrapped around her hair. “Why are you still here?”
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