After my fiance left me, I did the usual: focus on work, get in shape, and move on. A few months later I was visiting college for an alumni reunion and ended up flirting with, making out with, and getting the number of a grad student. We made plans for me to visit again the next weekend, and that started 3 months of semi-long distance with 24 year old dance major and part-time gymnastics coach.
We ended it as we had different ideas about the relationship, and that was that.
A year later, I was back for the following alumni weekend and ran into her at the bar. I did the usual small talk to see how she was doing, how was school, etc. The entire time I couldn’t keep my eyes off her tits, and she convinced me to buy her shots for dumping her via text.
After the 3rd shot, she looked me dead in the eye and said “The worst part is that we never got a chance for break-up sex.”
“We still could.”
In a flash we were out the door, walking across campus to her dorm room, and on each other.
“I miss your cock.”
“I miss your taste.”
Clothes flew off, and I pushed her against the bedroom wall and dropped to my knees. She lifted one leg to put a foot on my shoulder and I buried my tongue into her pussy. It was warm, sweet, sweaty, and had the glorious smell I love. She squirmed was I worked her clit and slid one finger, then two, into her.
She was never a squirter, but become soaked when she came and I felt it flush my face and hand. I stood up and we kissed; she joked about tasting herself, and saying it was my turn. The blow job was enthusiastic which I always loved. Slurping sounds, eye contact, and ball fondling were all on point, but I needed to fuck her.
Moving her to the bed, I lined my cock up to her still wet cunt. “Still on the pill?”
“Yes. Still clean?”
I pushed in quick, listening to her gasp as I slide balls deep into her. We fucked missionary, doggy, her on top, prone, and every other which way for the next 30 minutes.
She had me suck her toes, which was new but appreciated. I took a quick break to reacquaint my mouth with her pussy before I pulled her to the edge of the bed with her legs over my shoulder.
Her sheets and my groin were soaked in her juices when I finally said I need to cum.
“Don’t pull out – I’m so close again.”
I thumbed her clit to get her there, and her wet pussy clenching me was all I needed to fill her.
I rolled off, and we caught our breath. At this point it was only midnight, and we went back to the bar. When last call came around, she took me back to her place for sloppy seconds, and then a morning round. I kissed her in the morning and went golfing with a dick still wet from her.
I ran into her again 6-months later when I was back for a friend’s wedding. She started the night off again, asking me to buy her shots. Two shots in, she looked over her shoulder and simply said “Thanks for the drinks. My boyfriend’s here.”
And that was it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7tt6ic/mf_one_more_time