Years after [Carina](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9toqov/the_night_i_got_incredibly_lucky_and_lost_my/?st=JOJ2HJRT&sh=f54a66a3) and I broke up, I was made aware of the Book of Faces. Normally I shun things that people flock to in droves, but I was shamed into joining due to the fact that the person who brought it to my attention did so because they were looking for me and found my father, who I’m named after. The humiliation of my dad being onto something cool before me could not go unanswered.
As many people on the Book are wont to do, I started looking up old acquaintances and, on a whim, found Carina. We’d lost contact after we broke up five years prior, and she’d been on my mind ever since. I sent her a message and we reconnected again. Soon afterwards, I underwent surgery, an outpatient procedure that laid me up for three weeks. It was right before my birthday, so the next week Carina came by with a combination Happy Birthday/Get Well Soon gift basket, which was really sweet of her.
A month later, I was healed enough to go back to work, and more importantly, handle some unfinished business with Carina. Five years had made us both wiser, and me more experienced, so when she came over, there was no doubt in my mind what was about to happen.
Carina showed up wearing a tan, knee-length button-down dress and knee-high boots. Being around my older FWB Mary gave me a penchant for fucking women while they wore such boots, so I asked her to wear them. She looked as sexy as ever — petite, bespectacled, like a naughty librarian.
As we got down to business and we kissed and stripped each other down, I saw that some things never changed; she rarely wore underwear while we were dating, and she didn’t now. Her tits were covered by a push-up bra, but her shaven pussy was bare. I laid her down on the floor next to my bed, kissed her all over, making my way down until I reached the pussy, then I ate her out. This was something I never did while we were together, but I figured she’d appreciate it. She appreciated it, all right — all over my face. She pushed me off her clit, and I straightened up, chuckling and putting on a condom.
Now that she was good and lubricated, I slid right in. The boots, her cumming, the overall nostalgia, everything made the sex so much better than before. We fucked right there on the floor; we never even made it into my bed. She was still tight, though she loosened up somewhat while taking it from behind. Soon, I couldn’t hold back anymore and spilled my seed inside the condom.
“You’re not a nice guy anymore,” she said, straightening herself up and gathering the rest of her clothes.
“Why do you say that?”
“Nice guys don’t make me cum like you did!”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a09yso/back_for_seconds_my_first_returns