2 girls. 1 night. [M]y Ex + Girl [F]rom Work.

SYNOPSIS: This story picks up where my last one left off. The girl from work is unaware of the intense hookup my ex and I had the prior evening. Both will end up in my bed before the night ends.

I strolled into work at 5:05pm, the dim lighting of the upscale restaurant helped to hide my unshaven face and the bags that were forming under my eyes. The two other people who were tending bar with me had already arrived for their shift. I was hung over but in decent spirits. After all, there was no photo evidence of my mistakes from the night before. I might actually be able to weasel my way out of the love triangle I had created. I should have never touched me ex, it was stupid, but hopefully the girl from work would never find out… I spoke with my fellow bartenders, and informed them of my rough night and asked if I could be cut first. They didn’t contest. The summer was winding down and they were bound to make good money on this busy Friday night. The girl that I was falling for would be arriving for her shift in a few hours and I needed to run damage control.

The hot girls always get the best shifts, and this girl was no exception. She got to work at around 7pm, and strutted right past me. She didn’t even looking in my direction…GREAT… She is still pissed… We were swamped at the time, so I let her go and figured I’d chase her down later… After a few hours, first cuts occurred and I was finishing up my side work so I could go home. I was in the kitchen when I caught her out of the side of my eye. She was heading for the giant walk in fridge and I saw an opportunity to corner her… Also, I always had this fantasy of receiving a blow job while sitting in the walk-inn… I jogged towards her and confidentiality followed her into the fridge. I was ready to apologize and collect my blow job… I grabbed her by the shoulder, and started my prepared statement. Within a matter of seconds, she had turned around and told me to ‘keep my fucking hands off of her.’ From there, things got worse. This tiny, harmless girl was fucking laying into me. She ripped me in half. She was calling me a slut and telling me about how big of a piece of shit I was. She said she knew I would fuck her over, everyone told her I would… She said some pretty hurtful things. I was legitimately upset by what she was saying… Before I could counter her argument, she blew past me and slammed the fridge door behind her… WOW… That was fucking brutal. I took a seat on one of the kegs, regained my composure, and proceed to head for the exit.

I sat in silence on the short drive home, thinking about how bad I fucked up. I was a mile from campus when my phone vibrated, and I saw a text from my ex. I pull my phone out and it reads, “Can you please come pick me up. I am with ‘so and so’ and it is super uncomfortable. It’s all dudes, and half of them are wanna be Guidos. I have a bad feeling about this.”… This was during the days of GTL (gym, tan, laundry), True Religion Jeans, Gold Chains and Wife Beaters. Everyone had a tough guy attitude and I was no different… I swerved across four lanes of traffic, almost flipping my truck in the process. The thought of my ex with another man infuriated me. We were not together at the time, but still… THAT IS MIINE… My rage was fueling my aggressive driving and within minutes I was only a block away. The streetlights were zooming by, when I finally see a silhouette sitting on the curb. I apply the brakes and she gets up, heading for my car. She looks fucking good. Her face was plastered with make-up, her blonde hair was braided forming two perfect pig tails. Her average sized tits looked like they were going to pop out of her skimpy flannel shirt. The cowboy boots topped it off. They had been at the local country bar.

She gets into my truck and I fucking lose it. I start to berate this poor girl, taking out all of my anger on her. I am screaming at her for what happened the night before, for intentionally ruining my relationship with work girl. I tell her I hate her and wish she would go back to her city. I stare through her, thinking about how I can counter whatever bullshit she was about to throw at me. I prepare for her rebuttal, but I am not met with words. Instead, she starts crying hysterically. She is bawling her eyes out. In between sobs, she explains that she misses me, that she hasn’t been with anyone for the past 12 months, that she hates the cold weather and misses her friends and family… GOD DAMNIT… I look at her. I do not have a response. I simply put my hand on her thigh and focus on the road… She breaks the silence after a few minutes, and inquiries about my roommate, asking if he still has his lucrative side business. I inform her that, yes, my roommate still sells weed. She smiles and tells me to drop her at her car. She would be following me to my house so that she can indulge and hopefully unwind. I never could say no to this girl, so I simply nod in agreement.

We pull up to my house, and open the front door, hand in hand. My roommate is playing Call of Duty and he shoots me a look of confusion. I smile at him, and we take a seat on the couch… After multiple bong rips, I am sufficiently stoned and can only imagine how high my ex is. She looks like she is getting tired of watching video games and starts to talk about a documentary that she wants to see on Netflix. I can take a hint, and we get up and retreat to my bedroom. I fire up Netflix, and toss her the remote, instructing her to put on the show she wants to watch. I walk to my closet and strip down to my boxers. She asks if she can borrow a shirt. I begrudgingly throw her a t-shirt that I know I will never see again… I emerge from the closet and lay down next to her.

She proceeded to change, getting naked on my bed like she had done so many times before. I analyze every inch of her and can’t help but compare her to the girl from work… My ex is calculated. She is determined. Her fit body is a result of early morning work outs and a stringent diet. Her ass, abs, and arms have been sculpted to match that of the most popular celebrities. She came from a wealthy family. She name dropped. She was hard working. She was born into the upper-class and would remain there for life… The girl from work was exotic. She was a free spirit. She was fun and caring. She was soft, and sexy. She was naturally beautiful. Her workouts occurred on hiking trails. She didn’t need to spend countless hours altering her appearance. She knew what she had and she made you work for it…
I am a fiery and impulsive person. My ex was well aware of this, and knew that time was not on her side. The last thing she needed was me thinking… Before the opening credits of the movie had finished, my ex’s mouth was wrapped around me. Her knees were on the bed. Her head bobbing up and down… This girl had a gift… I pull her shirt up, and see a barely visible black G-string. I know exactly what she likes and I reach for her. I start to rub my fingers back and forth over the top of her slit. I periodically insert my fingers, in search of natural lubricant. She is dripping wet… I start to pull on her leg, signally for her to move from her knees. She shifts her body, and spreads her legs, splitting them between my head. Her perfect anatomy is mere inches away… I dig in… She can feel my excitement and gags softly as every ounce of blood flows to my southern region. I hear soft murmurs coming from her, and she takes her mouth off of me, unable to contain her excitement… She moves her weight and is now sitting firmly on my face. She is completely still, except for the muscles that are in contact with my tongue, those are tensing up. She clutches the bottom of my shaft, wrapping a few rouge fingers around my balls. She squeezes me briefly, before releasing a long sigh… She goes back to work with her mouth, as I turn my head trying to wipe my face on my pillow… She slides down my chest and assumes the reverse cowgirl position… I grab onto her firm but jiggly ass, placing my thumbs underneath each cheek, attempting to force every inch of me into her.

She starts to scream my name and is bouncing up and down faster and faster. But her moans and screams are off-putting to me. I am not one for cinematics and these moans seem fake. I have been with this girl many times and I have never heard her scream my name. My mind starts to race as I realize my actions … WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING… This is not something I want… My anxiety causes me to go completely flaccid, and my ex can tell. She slows down and eventually dismounts, attempting to put her mouth back to work. I pull on her head and explain to her that I am really stoned and can’t finish.

Her: “It’s okay. I should probably be getting home soon. I’m staying at my parents and they will get worried.”

Me: PLEASE LEAVE. I FEEL USED.

“I leave in less than a week, and I really want to get together for coffee or something before I leave”

FUCK. THAT. SHIT.

“I don’t want to get all emotional. I am so busy with school, but can we please stay friends.”

UM OBVIOSULY. THE FUCK DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN??

“You are a really, really good guy.”

YOU KNOW WHAT… I AM A GOOD GUY. IM A GREAT GUY IN FACT.

I smile at her and nod in agreement. We get dressed and walk down the hallway. She says bye to my roommate and I give her a kiss on the cheek. I watch her walk to her car and just like that she is gone… I can’t help but feel nostalgic. However, this feeling is short lived. My roommate informs me that my cell phone had been sitting on the coffee table, and that it had been buzzing. I grab my phone and see that the girl from work had texted me… OH SHIT… She informed me that she did over $3,000.00 at the restaurant tonight and our creepy manager gave her a bottle of top shelf. She felt bad and was on her way to my house to talk… FUCK FUCK FUCK… I throw my phone at my roommate and tell him to text her back… I sprint down the hallway and smash through my door. I am in a complete frenzy. I turn both fans on high, trying to expunge the smell of Chanel Number Five. I pat down my bed, making sure there was no loose jewelry floating around. I scan the room. Everything looks good… I hear my roommate yell at me… I have five minutes until she gets here… I run into the bathroom, no time to shower. I think back to the pilot episode of the series ‘Homeland’ and remember Claire Danes giving herself a bird bath. I figured if it was good enough for her, its good enough for me. I grab a wash cloth, run it under hot water and attempt to clean my ex-girlfriend off of me. I brush my teeth, take one last look in the mirror, and then run back to the living room. The minute I sit down, I hear a car pull up. I feel my phone vibrate. She is here…

The girl from work strolls into my house, she is holding a bottle of Blue Label, her purse and a side bag. She tells me that she is going to change, but that she wants a drink ready when she gets back… I nervously watch her disappear down the hall. My roommate is peering down the hallway with me as he sparks up a blunt. He hands it to me and we sit and wait… She finally emerges from my room and I stare at her in complete shock. She looks fucking amazing. Her black strip socks run up to her knees. Her thighs are skinny but toned. Her booty shorts are gray and made of cotton… I am not sure if they were meant to be worn as shorts… Her pierced belly button is exposed, and her tight tank top is barley covering her chest. Her long thick hair was pulled up behind her head, with a few loose ends resting gently on her forehead. She walks towards me, shoots the drink I had prepared, and takes a long drag of the blunt. She fiercely blows the smoke in my face and smacks me on the chest. “Don’t you ever pull some shit like that again.” I am in love.

My roommate and I are playing Call of Duty and she suggests that we play a drinking game. Every time I die, we drink. I agree, and she stuffs her hand in my crouch, making it impossible for me to focus. Within 20 minutes, she and I are both tipsy. She eventually gets up, grabbing the bottle, and walking from the smoky room. I follow behind like a lost puppy. We get to my room and she informs me that some guy gave her a 25% tip on a $1,500.00 tab. She smiles and asks if I want to know her secrets to success… I was oddly aroused by her ability to coax money out of old rich man.

She pushes me into my computer chair and positions herself between me and my bed. She is swaying back and forth slowly. She bends over and lays her arms flat on my bed; her tiny bubble butt is just inches away. I reach for it but she slaps my hand away… She hikes her cotton underwear up, exposing her perfect ass cheeks. There is only a thin line of fabric between her and I. The scent of coconut has filled the room and her light brownish skin looks soft to the touch. She tells me that she has been a bad girl and needs to be spanked. I oblige, and gently pat her ass… She is giddy in her response, “is that all you got.” I wind up and release a slightly harder smack… She winces quietly and slowly reaches her arms back, grabbing my hand with two hands and forcing me towards her body… I go to work and within moments this girl is squirming and squealing… HOLY SHIT… This is intense… Her reaction to me is electrifying and I push in further. I continue on course until she finally flips her hair back and shifts positions. She lifts her legs in the air, spreading herself out for me… I enter her and think to myself… Is this heaven???

What I didn’t know at the time is that in 6 short days my life would be flipped upside down. I would be devastated and pussy-less… I didn’t release how relentless my ex would be in her pursuit to destroy any possibility of a future with this girl…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6xwgrp/2_girls_1_night_my_ex_girl_from_work