Reminiscing about a car ride with my ex [MF]

This story isn’t quite as glamorous as some of the ones I’ve read on here, but it’s true and it’s about my ex who I was thinking about lately. I figured writing about it might help and I’ve always wanted to submit to this sub.

I am a [18M] who is 5’9 and weighs around 180 with a sturdy, muscular build. I guess you wouldn’t say my face is very attractive by visual standards. My ex was an [18F] of a rather petite build. She had blonde, curly hair, small but perky breasts, and a firm, toned butt from training for cross country and track.

We had a good relationship, and I had never done anything sexually with a girl before her. She was my first girlfriend. Her name was Hayley, and we met at church shortly after I moved states. In fact, she was the first person that I met in the new state. We hit it off pretty quickly and started dating within a month or two of meeting each other in the summer.

Fast forwarding to that November, she invited me to go on a trip to the beach with her family. She was excited about the fact that I would be sleeping in the same room as her brother, right next door from her while her parents slept downstairs. I could already tell that she was horny from the moment that I got in the car with her, and we sat in the very back of her parents’ SUV with a heavy blanket over us. She was sitting in my lap, and I didn’t know if I would be able to take the entire ride there. When she whispered in my ear that “she couldn’t wait to get me upstairs” and bit it gently as she pulled away, I almost went crazy. Her breath on the skin of my skin was intoxicating. I whispered back, “Why wait?” She gave me a pleading look as we made eye contact and she knew what I was about to do.

She was wearing an oversized hoodie and leggings, and when she had pulled the hoodie back down after getting out of the car when we ate earlier, I saw the outline of her perky nipples pressing against the fabric as if they were begging for exposure. I loved when she wore hoodies because a bra rarely accompanied and allowed me very easy access.

Under the blanket and in the very back of the car, we were undiscoverable for all intents and purposes….if she stayed quiet, that is. I had to remind her of that after my cold fingers found their way up her torso and squeezed her perfect, warm breasts and she let out a sharp gasp. We sunk down to a prone position in the backseat that we shared to ourselves, and while I kissed her, I brushed my right hand down between her legs, and I could feel the hot moisture through her leggings. I started rubbing her lightly and she could barely resist the urge to moan. Her legs were squirming, and I hadn’t even gotten started yet. As I moved my fingers back up to her waistband, I kissed her more passionately, working my tongue in her mouth and giving her bottom lip nibbles as we broke contact briefly. I slid my hand back down on the other side of her waistband, and I could feel how soaked her panties were. Apparently anticipating this onslaught of sexual desire, she whispered in my ear that it was a good thing she came prepared as she pulled another pair of skimpy panties out of her pocket and rubbed them in my face. As a horny 18-year-old in the backseat with the girl I loved, that was as much teasing as I could take. I grabbed the panties before she could react with my teeth and tossed them to the side nonchalantly. I went straight in with my index and middle finger, and she was very tight because I was the first guy she had ever been with. She gasped a curt “Shhhittt” into my neck before biting it to shut herself up. I was curling my fingers up in a “come here” motion as I continued to squeeze her breast with my other hand, switching them from time to time because I wanted to make sure they both got plenty of attention. As I picked up the pace, eventually I slid my other hand down and felt for her clit. I had to pull my hand back out of her pants to spread her legs further for a better angle, and I grabbed her thigh high up, right next to her pussy to push it over. She was a very sensual girl, and I had figured out that things such as attention to her nipples or light touches on her feet or the inside of her thighs could turn her on as much as a more conventionally sexual act. When I grabbed her thigh, it pushed her to the point of no return. I saw a look of frantic desperation cross her face as her eyebrows rose while her eyes were closed. She started thrusting her hips against the pressure of my hands, and the only way to describe it was an almost animalistic instinct as if she didn’t have control over her body anymore. Even though I was already pressed against her, she was reaching out to somehow pull me closer but laying back across the seat, her arms were too short, and she gave up as the pressure of impending pleasure built up too high in her. I knew what was coming and covered her mouth and slowed my motions down, focusing on intensity and pressure more than speed. It gave me a chance to relax my wrist, and I took a minute to admire the scene. It was beautiful. I saw her face on the curb of orgasm, her belly with the sweater pushed up exposing her velvety skin. Her belly was convulsing heavily as she breathed the same way you would expect one who had just finished a marathon to. Her hips grinding against my fingers was almost like a work of art. Finally, she took one of my fingers in her mouth and sucked on it with a pressure that I wasn’t expecting as she came. I was surprised as I felt the water hit my fingers. I thought squirting was just a myth invented by porn directors, but the explosion of liquid against my hand was definitely no myth. Her hips slowed to a halt as the waves of pleasure rocked her entire body, and she let my finger go. I pulled out the other hand that was now sopping with her juices and cleaned off each finger with my mouth. I bent down and gave her a kiss on the lips before sitting back up and admiring my work. She lay there with a faint smile on her face, eyes still closed in a trance from the earthquake of an orgasm she had just experienced. I maneuvered her little body 180 degrees in the cramped backseat so that her head was laying in my lap, giving her a more comfortable sleeping position for the rest of the ride. Even in her sleepy, post-orgasm state, however, she was unwilling to let me go without giving me a reward as well. She covered herself back up with the blanket and without saying anything, went underneath. I felt a tug on my sweatpants and lifted myself off of the seat so that she could get them down.

I had always gotten more pleasure from focusing the attention on her rather than things such as blowjobs that only helped me and didn’t do anything for her, but she liked trying to convince me that she loved pleasing her man, and I wasn’t going to complain. Almost as soon as she took my cock in her mouth, I felt like I was going to melt. My sleepy girlfriend twisted her neck back around my dick as she swirled her tongue counter clockwise in the opposite direction, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I got two fistfuls of her golden blonde hair and unloaded shot after shot into her mouth. Still in a daze, she sucked gently for a few more seconds before replacing my cock and looking me in my eyes as she gulped down my hot, sticky cum. She gave me a warm smile and kissed me before laying on top of me again, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms for the rest of the ride.

It’s been about 8 months since we broke up, but it’s lonely nights like tonight when, against my better judgement, I wish I had Hayley laying there asleep in my arms again.

Thank you for reading.

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