Rachel [MF]: My Soul Mate

Rachel was the first real slut I’d ever encountered. She was my step sister’s best friend and was always at the house growing up. Rachel was the first girl I truly lusted after. I’ll never forget the first time she bent over in front of me; her red g-string riding her hips above her jeans. I was in love. Obligatory: Everyone is 18 in this story.

Naturally, I was friend-zoned because of her friendship with my sister.  It was agonizing to be near her through the times I was single and if I’m honest, the times I wasn’t either. We talked about everything, especially sex. She’d always tell me about who she fucked, where, when, the deets… Fuck, I wanted her. 

Her first 2 years of college were wild. Tons of booze, drugs and cock. So much that it landed her in jail, hospital and rehab on a few different occasions.  We reconnected after she moved back in with her parents during this rough patch.  I helped her find a job and told her she was welcome to come to my college house whenever. We’d always been close but things were different. We started hanging out and things got romantic. She’d always tell me about her wild fucks with random guys but never wanted to flippantly cross that line with me.  At the time, I was her rock. I smoked weed but kept no liquor in the house and was otherwise very anti drugs and party lifestyle . She needed to be away from the party life and sought regular refuge at my place.

One afternoon, she stopped over at my place after class. We were making out on the edge of my bed when I finally sacked up and made my move.  I kissed her deeply while sliding my hand down the front of her hot, damp panties. 
She was shaved smooth and dripping.  I fingered her until she took her pants off and pulled my cock out.

“This is happening Rach.”, I said with confidence as we locked eyes.
“God I want you to fuck me.  We’ve waited so long.”, she said between breaths.

I pushed her back on the bed and got on top of her. She guided my cock to her pussy, smearing her juices over my head before I ease inside her hot, tight pussy.  I’ll never forget the way her eyes rolled back as she took every inch of my throbbing cock. 

I’ll never forget that moment. Years of waiting, yearning and tension. I have never nor likely will ever have sex that rewarding again. Her pussy gripped my cock. She was so wet, I could feel my balls getting sloppy as the slapped against her with every thrust. It was passionate, writhing and grinding on each other and equally carnal.  With her on top, she leaned over and dangled her full tits in my face. I grabbed her hips and began pounding her from underneath.

I honestly don’t know how I lasted as long as I did. I just remember being on top of her, pulling out and blasting rope after rope of hot cum all over her stomach and tits. It’s a shame that I didn’t cum inside her the first time. But it wasn’t long before I was regularly. She was hesitant but once she let me fill her, she was hooked and demanded or begged for it inside her from then on.

It’s a shame we broke up. It was a hasty split, an overreaction that lead to her a completely new life without me. She got pregnant by a guy she met in AA. Amateur cage fighter, recovering alcoholic and drug addict with 2 kids from 2 different women, before Rachel. Popped a baby in her less than 6 weeks after we broke up.

But that’s not the end of Rachel and I.  When I heard she was pregnant and engaged, I was gutted. We hadn’t spoken since the breakup and the wounds took years to heal. And to this day, they still haven’t fully.  6 years flew by. Rachel and I had occasionally texted and we grabbed coffee one afternoon. She turned her life around.  Finished school, great job making ridiculous money and being the best mom in the world to her 2 kids and her husbands 2 other.  Her husband was a real piece of shit. Got chlamydia after fucking some skank he picked up ‘outside’ a bar downtown. “Outside” only because he maintained he was sober with Rachel. Utter bullshit and she knew it.

In a previous post, I talked about my committed relationship that I began to step out on.  My gf and I were on the exact opposite schedule. She was on overnight 5-5am leaving me home alone almost every night. Rachel and I had reconnected since my gf and I moved to the same city. Our chats started innocent enough before moving to bitching about our partners.  I’ll admit, she had it so much worse.

If I remember right, I was bold and sent her something about how much I missed the sex we had. How it felt like so much more… Like soulmates. She agreed and told me how much she missed the way I touched her.  The texts got hotter and finally, I convinced her to come over. Her husband was paranoid, untrusting, control freak that believed that Rachel would cheat on him at any moment. She never imagined that she would but with me, it somehow felt like it wasn’t like what he did.

The moment I saw her getting out of the car, my heart began to pound. She was in her workout clothes; the gym was her alibi. Her full, gorgeous ass in those tight yoga pants….. Oooof. A stretchy tank top held her full D cups from bursting free.  We nearly ran to each other before sharing a long overdue hug and kiss on the cheek.  Once inside, I couldn’t resist squeezing her ass as we walked up the stairs.  She was so nervous once we made it to the bedroom. This is a slut who once banged 4 dudes in a night, one at a time like a whore and washing up between johns. So, I was surprised she wasn’t ripping my clothes off.

The nerves faded quickly after I stole the first real kiss we’ve shared in 6 years. We stood next to the bed and started undressing each other. Under her yoga pants, she wore purple VS thong-kini or cheek-ini panties that were already showing signs that she was soaking through them. On her back, I spread her legs and began tracing my tongue around the edges of her panties.

“Fuck, I can’t remember the last time you went down on me.  You always suck your and I hate that I always had to beg you to just stop and fuck me.”

Rachel is a dream lay. Stunning, curvy, gorgeous, Latina body.  She was a multi-cummer and it really didn’t take much to get her to toe-curling orgasms. I lapped at her pussy and sucked on her clit as she squirmed, pulling my hair, holding my mouth to her groin. She came twice before demanding that I fuck her. I asked her to suck on me for a few minutes but she doesn’t mess around with head. Firm, intense, sloppy strokes. I had to stop her before she made me cum.

We locked eyes as I climbed on top of her. She grabbed my throbbing cock and guided it to her dripping pussy.  Slowly and maintaining eye contact, I plunged inside her. Slowly, inch by inch until I couldn’t go any deeper and then held it there. We gasped and tensed up in each other’s arms passionately kissing.  I wish I could say I fucked her like a porn star but I didn’t. Hahaha. It was so intense, so emotional and so carnal but it did not last long. She knew I was going to cum quick and encouraged it.

Grinding on top of her, biting and pulling on her lip, I started to cum.  With every pulse of my thick, rock hard cock, I flooded her pussy with my seed. A seed that I still believe was really always meant for her. And then she reminded me of just how special her tight little pussy was by squeezing her kegel muscles with me still inside her. Contracting and squeezing, milking every drop of cum out of me. 

We lied there together for a while. I could tell she was so conflicted about how to handle having just cheated. Even though she tried to make herself feel justified because of the trash husband she had at home. Goodbyes were bittersweet. We’ve texted and talked off and on since. But largely lost touch and haven’t seen each other since that night.

I’d give anything to see you again Rach. You were my soul mate. Might be time I text you again to check in on where life is going.

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