Names of people and places changed to protect anonymity.
I hadn’t seen Rainy in maybe two and a half years, not since she left town after we broke up, talked about getting back together, and it fell apart again. We had only within the last few months started talking again with any regularity via text. I had recently scrapped FB and Messenger from my phone and she literally asked (in text) how we were supposed to talk and I said, “Uh, in this app?”
Over the ensuing conversations, she said she was going to be coming back for a few days in September and asked if we could get together for a coffee. I agreed. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it. I was still with Cherie.
But then September came and Cherie and I split. Now, Rainy showing up meant something different. I let it go, though. I know how Rainy is. She’s not into one-night stands and she’s seeing somebody; she’s not into cheating.
September wore on and I didn’t hear anything from her, I didn’t ask her when she was showing up, either. Anyway, I was trying to patch things up with a different ex that my friends kept telling me not to. (“She’s a crazy bitch,” said my work-wife.)
The end of the month came and I had to go to a union conference out in the ‘burbs, hour by bus; map looked like it was too shitty to bike there and I don’t own a car. (If I did, I’d be apoplectic with conniptions every day, trying to park in this neighborhood.)
The convention was three days long with the third day, Saturday being optional. I opted out. It was just going to be a brunch and the last of our guest speakers asking the room for votes that they were already getting. Instead, I did my laundry and hit a few bike trails. Don’t remember what I did for lunch. But you’re not here to read about that.
Polishing off the last of my six pack before bed that night, I got it in me to text Rainy. “Never made it out?”
Two minutes later came the reply. “Literally just got in five minutes ago.”
I laughed at the coincidence and texted back that I was going to see one of my favorite movies at the art house theater the next night and I didn’t care who was coming. The way we used to talk to each other. “I’m going to [fill in the blank] and I don’t care who’s coming.”
No response. The response was usually, “Do you care if I come?”
“No, but I’ll put up with you. You’re cool enough.”
What? We’re dorks.
The next day came and I went for another ride, lifted a few weights, kicked myself for not having any greens in the house. Blah blah blah. Fast forward to that evening, I text Rainy that I’m headed to the theater. I get to the theater, no response. OK.
Theater is cash only. I step over to the ATM. It doesn’t like my card. Too close to show time to go out looking for another ATM.
Well, now I’m bummed. I was looking forward to this. Oh, well. I text Rainy what’s happening and bike home. I mean, I have that movie on my laptop so it’s not a big deal. Just would have liked to have seen it on the big screen.
I get home and crack a beer, consider how lame it would be if I *actually* watched the movie on my laptop *right now*. Then my phone vibrates. Rainy.
“Are you home right now? I’m in your hood. I can be there in fifteen.”
Text back. “Yeah, I’ll leave the door unlocked.” I dump out my beer in the sink and grab a sports drink. Rainy hates alcohol. Part of why we broke up the first time. (That and I worked fourteen hours a day six days a week; the relationship was strained.)
She was here in ten. She said, “HHHEEEYYY!!!” and put her arms around me. Nothing much had changed about her except she took the color out of her hair. She was still built like a brick smoke house: Six-one and broad-shouldered; there was never a man that intimidated her and she’d always lorded that one inch on me.
We sat on the couch and caught each other up on things and she saw my forearm tattoo that I didn’t have when we were together and she kept touching it and she hugged me a few times. And she told me she’s learned how to weld and I told her I started working out back in January. And it got to be a certain hour and she said, “Oh, shit, you have work in the morning.”
I nodded. I mean, I would have called in the next day but I nodded. And like I said, I know how she is. This isn’t going to happen.
She asks, “What time are you off tomorrow? We can grab that coffee.”
“Four thirty. Maybe hit me up about a quarter after five?” Because Rainy is fifteen minutes early for everything and I want to at least be able to change out of my uniform.
“OK. I’ll just come by and pick you up?”
“Yeah, I’ll just meet you out front.”
We hugged again and I almost went to grab her ass. The fault of familiarity.
The next day at work fucking sucked. The guy covering for me while I was at the conference left my work station all fucked up and the boss was asking me about the fifth floor again. I told my work-wife I was going to take the old garden hose out to the garage if people kept fucking with me. She said, “You don’t have either of those. You don’t even have a car.”
I flipped her off and told her I was going to Arby’s. Did she want anything?
“You know I don’t eat that shit.”
“I picked you up a turkey club last week.”
She laughed. “Yeah and I regretted every bite.”
That was just the first half of the day. Never mind the second half. Shit.
I got home and parked my bike by the door, took off my uniform, took a quick shower, changed into civvies as I looked at the clock. She was bound to be here any moment now. I tied my shoes and grabbed my jacket even if it was a little warm still (wouldn’t know it, the weather today, shit), locked the door, and went downstairs. Got out front just in time to see her pull up in her rental.
I asked her, “Wanna date? Got any money?”
She laughed.
*Frankenhooker* references always make her laugh.
I got in the car and she asked, “Where did you want to grab coffee?”
I mulled it over. I’m not a coffee guy. “How about Gems?”
“Gems? Not Port Asia?”
“Port Asia’s too loud.” It is. “I want to be able to hear you.” I did.
“OK, we can go to Gems.” She turned the corner and aimed the car toward Gems, which is an out-of-the-way place but it’s pretty chill and the brew is decent. That’s what they tell me, anyway. I’m not a coffee guy.
We have to cut through downtown to get there and it’s still rush hour. Rainy pulls off onto a side street before we get into downtown. “I don’t want to deal with the traffic. You want to just go back to your place and fuck?”
If I was drinking coffee, I would have spit it out. “Are you, uh -”
“Parking looked pretty decent for once. Nobody’s home yet.”
“What about your old man?”
“Don’t bring him up again if you want to do this.”
I kept my mouth shut after that.
She drove back to my neighborhood. “I don’t know how to explain it but I want to fuck you and I fly out in the morning and it’s just us, just fun, reconnecting a little.”
I put my hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze.
Parking was decent for once. We walked up to my apartment and she kicked off her shoes and took off her jacket, left it on the floor, and went straight back to the bedroom, taking her dress off over her head and leaving it on the couch on the way there. Her bra soon slingshotted out the door onto the floor.
From the living room, I watched as she laid on the bed and brought her knees to her chin and brought her black panties down over her ass and to her ankles. She stretched out those long legs of hers to dangle the panties by her foot, beckoning me.
I came in and took off my shirt as she began working on my belt. I clumsily kicked my shoes off and leaned down to kiss her while she stroked me erect. We kissed for a minute and then she said, “No.”
That was it. Guilt got to her. Time to get dressed.
“Take me from behind. I can’t look at you.”
OK. Guilt got to her. But she was still into it.
She got on all fours and I rubbed her pussy with the tip of my dick as I kneaded her ass cheeks and pressed my thumb against her asshole. I wondered if she still couldn’t take teasing for more than a –
“Baby? Fuck me!”
Nope!
I slid in to her too easily with how wet she was already. I grabbed her hips and pumped her slowly for a little while, watching as her pussy creamed my dick and bush.
She said, “Stop.”
Party’s over!
She rolled over and spread her legs for me. “I want to see your face. I want to see what you look like when you cum.”
I lowered my face to hers and put a finger in her mouth. “Do you?”
She looked me in the eyes and nodded.
“Do you want me to eat your freshly fucked cunt first?” She shook her head. I knew she wouldn’t be able to take it.
She reached down and grabbed my ass and pulled me down and I re-entered and she let out a “Oh god fuck!” I started picking up speed now and she started bucking back. I could feel the inside of her legs were soaked as I leaned my head down in to her chest and started sucking her giant tits with the dark brown areolas that I used to beg to cum on. She moaned and cursed and pushed my head away from her tit as she said, “Baby? Cum in me. Cum in me. I’m so close and I want you to cum in me. I want you to *uuuuuunnnggghhh*!!!”
The deluge from her pussy did it for me and I let out a sustained yell as I felt myself pulse in her six or seven times. I fell with my face next to hers and growled as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I forgot that used to happen to us. Simultaneous. We always were on that wavelength.
She cleared her throat twice as she caught her breath. I pulled myself out of her and sat back, looked at the mess of ours under her ass. I told her, “I’ll grab you a towel if you want a shower.”
She nodded and ran her fingers through her hair, smiled. “I haven’t cum like that in forever.”
That explained it, then.
We showered together, I washed her ass. There was no way we were going for round two. This was a one-time-thing. We were both drained. We got dressed and I walked her to the door. We kissed and I grabbed her ass.
After a minute, she pulled away from me. “OK, if I don’t stop, I’m not going to leave.” She looked down at our feet. “Hey, maybe we don’t talk for a while, OK? Like maybe give me some time to figure shit out, wait until the holidays when I have a whole different world of shit to deal with?”
I said, “OK.”
She smiled. “I missed you.”
I nodded at the door. “Go on.”
“Come on out and see me some time,” she said as she left.
I went to the couch and sat down. That was, uh… I got back up and grabbed a sports drink from the fridge and took my cigarettes out back. I needed to think that one over.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9m7s09/mf_my_ex_was_in_town_last_weekend_and_im_still
Great story and an awesome writing style! Reminded me of Raymond Chandler or something of that ilk.
Damn, i could read a book like this, good writing man