The time I hooked up with an ex-girlfriend… [MF]

This is the story of the time I hooked up with my ex-girlfriend from high school. It’s not something I ever thought would happen, but I always thought we had pretty good chemistry. I was always a bit curious about how things might go if we did sleep together again, and I’m lucky enough that eventually we did.

To start things off, I’ll describe us. I’m 6′ tall, white, blond hair and blue eyes. Somewhere between skinny and average body type. She’s about 5′ or maybe 5’1″, petite runner’s body, cute face, short brown pixie haircut and blue/green eyes. Let’s call her Dora, since she looks a bit like [Dora from Questionable Content](http://questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=723) (Dora is the black haired girl), although shorter. Hopefully that gives you a good idea of what she looks like.

We originally dated in High School, pretty much a summer romance. I had met her through friends at school, and we hit it off. Took us a bit of time until I finally asked her out. Once we started dating, we were classically horny teenagers, furiously making out and dry humping one another any time we had the opportunity. Within a few weeks I was losing my virginity to her in the back of her car, parked out front of her house. Cliche of us, I know. We were both pretty inexperienced, me especially, and I’m sure I barely knew what I was doing.

Not that it’s relevant to the story, but one of my favorite memories of us fooling around was also in the back of a car (albeit mine and not hers). Late at night, car windows fogging up from the heat of our half-naked bodies grinding against each other as we kissed, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I kissed my way down her neck, and gently played with and sucked her nipples. Back then, her breasts were on the smaller side, probably A or B cup, definitely cute. My fingers found their way into her panties, and I gently caressed her lips, progressing until I had plunged my finger deep inside her, reaching into a hook motion so I could put pressure against her G-spot.

Eventually, I had moved my head down her body, and slipped her jeans and panties down. I started by kissing around her thighs, before moving in to drag the length of my tongue along her lips, up and down, in and out. Sometimes taking what I could of her labia into my mouth to gently suck on, as my fingers continued to thrust in and out of her; stimulating that most powerful of pleasure spots. It wasn’t long until she was writhing and moaning and tugging my hair, out of breath and cumming hard into my face.

What made that such a favorite memory of mine was what she said afterward. “I’m so going to kiss your dick, for that.” It was especially awesome to hear, considering she had previously expressed that blow-jobs were not something she would ever want to do. After that, well… “It was much funner than I thought it would be.”

Anyway, moving on to the story at hand.

After High School, Dora moved to a city a few hours away for university. I stuck around our home town. We’d see each other every now and then for coffee to catch up if she was in town, but we usually didn’t see each other for any significant events and it was always as friends. She’d had a boyfriend for quite a few years up until not long before this story takes place. At the time of this story, we were both in our early-ish twenties. Christmas had just passed, and New Years was fast approaching. Bored on my couch on a Saturday afternoon, I was checking some snap chat stories of my friends.

Interestingly, Dora had one. She seemed to be wine-tasting with family in the area. Excited, and a little drunk as I had been visiting a brewery with family earlier that day, I send her a message on snap chat, asking her what wineries she was visiting and how long she was in town. I pretty quickly got a text from her, “What are you doing tonight? Are you in town?” Hard to suppress a giddy smile from reading that. After a bit of chit chat, I suggested dinner and she agreed.

A few hours later, she was back from tasting and I was there to pick her up and take her to dinner. She was a bit buzzed from tasting, but she seemed to be handling her liquor pretty well, regardless I resolved to drink plenty myself to catch up. We had a great time talking like the old times. Flirting back and forth, feeding one another from our respective meals, nerding out about our shared geeky interests, and just generally having what might as well have been a fantastic date. Sneakily, she even paid the bill when it came before I could get the chance to.

Walking out of the restaurant, the sun was well past down and it was chilly out. Dora was quick to point out how chilly it had gotten, so naturally I wrapped my arms around her so I could cuddle-walk her to the car, not unlike a couple of penguins. Dialogue verbatim since this was probably year or two ago now.

“It’s still early. What should we do now?” I wondered aloud to her, once inside the car.

“I dunno, any ideas?” she asked.

“Well…” I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but I also figured it would be a bad idea if we went anywhere else that had alcohol. *Why not see where this goes*, I figured. “Why don’t I show you my place?”

Dora was happy to agree, and off we went.

I was only a stones throw away, so it didn’t take long to get to my place. After introducing Dora to my roommates and exchanging some pleasantries, I led us to my room so we could hang out more in private. I honestly wasn’t expecting anything to happen at this point, I figured we’d just hang out some more and keep catching up like we did at dinner until it was time to take her home. How wrong I was.

Exhausted from the day, Dora flopped directly to my bed and got comfy. I quickly ditched all of my winter wear and shoes, and then hopped on to the other side of the bed. Within less than a second, she flipped toward me and had engulfed me into a tiny cuddly ball with her. I wrapped my arms tight around her and began stroking her hair, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed tight together, legs wrapped snug around each other. It was actually really lovely to just lay there with her, enjoying the quietness of our embrace.

She nuzzled her face up against my chest, and it was just the cutest thing. Ceasing to stroke her hair, I lifted her face up toward mine, and gently angled myself toward her. I planted a kiss on her cheek, and with that bit of initiation we were then rapidly all over each other, pressing our mouths hard against each other in a passionate kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth and mine into hers. Lips being bitten, hands reaching down to free us of our clothing, hands eager to explore how our bodies had changed.

Her shirt was the first to go. “Notice anything new?” she flirted. “Nipple piercing? Absolutely, I love it,” I said, lowering my mouth to suck her tit, pulling the piercing into my mouth. Not only had she pierced one of her nipples, but her breasts also seemed fantastically larger. Still natural, but probably closer to a C cup at least if not bigger. Maybe it was just my imagination but they looked fantastic. She was definitely even sexier than I remembered her being in High School.

It wasn’t long until she was reduced to just panties, and myself just boxers. I was still on top of her still kissing her frenziedly when she stopped me and got up off the bed to say something along the lines of “Ugh, I really want to, but this is the worst timing.” Yep, she was on her period, folks.

I was *not* going to let that stop me though, and said as much. Seeming to agree, she climbed back over to the bed and she mounted my bare cock. She was soon bouncing up and down, grinding hard against me, my dick filling her up. I soon grabbed hold of her and pushed her down into missionary, fucking with reckless abandon.

I’d love to say I lasted an hour and made her cum over and over again, but alas, I don’t think I’d gotten any in almost a year at that point. Her pussy felt so tight and amazing, I couldn’t help but not hold back as I thrust inside her, back and forth and back and forth as deep as I could, until I was quickly filling her up with cum, my cock balls deep inside her as we continued to make out.

Afterward, we started to spoon and enjoy the moment. Although it wasn’t long until I was rearing to go again. I gave her one load yes, but what about a second load?

I flipped her around and she sunk her face deep down into the pillows. I lifted her ass up against my hips, sinking my cock back into her doggy style, her pussy already generously lubed with my cum. I reached my hand down to caress her back and lightly grip the back of her throat as I pounded her deeper and deeper into the mattress. Her face was angled out to the side, moaning and grunting with pleasure with each steady thud of my length sliding in and out of her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust, her pussy drenched with a mix of our cum, now dripping down her thighs as she was forced deeper and farther into a state of sex-fueled oblivion.

That was a sight I will definitely never forget; her heart-shaped ass pushed up high against me, rocking against my hips as my raw cock impaled her, her eyes closed, lip being bitten. Her arms curled up along her body, utterly failing to keep her from being buried into the bed. Seductively moaning with each thrust. Her back in a perfectly angled arch, smooth and pale. Her short hair a sweaty wild mess. She looked like sex incarnate.

This time I lasted a bit longer, ultimately finishing deep inside her once again while she was face down ass up. This wasn’t a marathon fuck session though. It was completely lust-driven and almost frantic, each of us going at it with all we had, as hard and fast as we could. Like we had such burning desire to fuck one another that patience was left by the way-side in lieu of passion and pure intimacy. At least, that was how I felt.

After that we cuddled some more, watched TV, talked a bit about old times. Eventually I drove her home for the night, and gave her one last kiss goodbye. “You should come visit me, sometime soon,” she said. I wholeheartedly agreed. Neither of us would have wanted a relationship, and neither of us were planning on leaving where we were currently living, but I figured with how great of chemistry we had, it would be a shame if we didn’t spend at least a bit more time together in the future.

I tried texting her a few times after that, but didn’t really hear back until quite some time later. Unfortunately, she didn’t exactly look back on the memory with as much fondness as I did, and was now in a long-term relationship with a guy she truly loves, for which I wish her the best. I’m still glad we had that encounter though, all in all. Definitely one of the best encounters I’ve ever had.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9iebf4/the_time_i_hooked_up_with_an_exgirlfriend_mf