I (M)iss her, but she was too wild [MF] part 2 [LONG]

I (M)iss her, but she was too wild [MF] part 2 [LONG]

This will be the second part of my story, and to have the necessary context, I strongly encourage you to read part 1 (see my post history as I’m not sure how to link stories yet). Again, this is an accurate account (minus some telling details) of something that actually happened to me 12 years ago. To give you all a more clear mental picture of she and I, I was (at the time) about 155 pounds, very athletic, with short light brown hair. She was a petite girl, roughly 100 pounds, dark brown hair all the way down to her ass, small perky tits, and an ass that made me think I was in love. I didn’t have any tattoos or piercings at the time, but she had plenty of both, well hidden by her clothes.

When I boarded that plane, I truly hadn’t a care in the world. The number one advantage to these 6 month deployments overseas (granted, this was only my first one) is that you could literally leave your life, your troubles, your debt, and any drama behind, and proceed with a clean slate. I was relatively unreachable if I wanted to be. I obviously still had email, but only my friends and family had that access to me. I was 21 years old, with all the confidence and swagger that you’d imagine in a young man that age, and I was going to live my life on the edge. Consequences didn’t factor in for me.

I thought of her all day; even with all the action going on around me with frequent layovers and rotating seats, meeting new people, and talking about where we were headed. It wasn’t anxious thought, but it was a mix of emotions; relief…sexual desire…genuine fondness…mild resentment. I didn’t know what to make of it all, as it was all so new to me. I had never engaged in an affair before, and to be honest, I didn’t even admit to myself at the time that this is what it was; an affair. The only thing I knew for sure was that I enjoyed the hell out of this beautiful little slut while I had her, and when it turned sour, I had a way out…and damnit I was taking it!

The next few weeks were busy. Long hours, jet lag, and the change in pace certainly took its toll on me, so I had very little time to relax and think. This was good. But once I settled into a routine, and my sleep patterns levelled out, I started thinking of her again. It turned me on so much to think about the things we did to each other; the wild, relentless, reckless way we used each other for those three weeks; the time she told me she was approaching her ovulation window and that I could pull out if I wanted to; the dirty talk; the way she would look at me with those submissive, yet powerful eyes as I fucked her for hours and hours, filling every corner of her pussy with hard cock… and then I realized that I hadn’t gotten off in three weeks! Also, I had a roommate who slept five feet away from me and never…ever…left his bed. So unbelievably frustrating! I had all this pent up desire, and no outlet.

The weeks flew by, and I would guess around the 7 week mark of my deployment, I was checking my emails one evening, and immediately noticed one from one of my buddies back home. I opened it, and it was long. Too long to be a casual check-in. Before I even started reading, I was filled with dread and I just knew it. He had gone to her place of work to grab lunch the day before, and she approached him, knowing he and I were close. She was pregnant, and she knew it was mine. At least, that’s what she told him. She didn’t ask him to get a hold of me though, it sounded like she was just sad, lamenting her situation, and looking for direction. I wasn’t surprised to hear she was pregnant, given how much time I spent inside her. I lived in that pussy for three weeks, and I made it as much mine as was humanly possible given all the circumstances. Did I believe it was my child she was pregnant with? I had doubts. Like I said, she had a fiancé, and while I’d like to believe she was only fucking me, my better judgement told me otherwise.

So, I did what I thought was right, and I used the special long distance lines we had, and I called her. She was so emotional, and she cried for the entire call. I didn’t beat around the bush with her, and I asked her how she knew it was mine. She was offended that I asked, but she assured me that she had only been having sex with me at the time. I still had doubts. The conversation ended shortly after, with uncertainty hanging over our heads, and I said I would be in touch. Resentment crept in, and before long, I sent her a short email, informing her that I would require a paternity test once baby was born. She told me to go fuck myself. Another two weeks went by, and I got an email from her, telling me in just a few sentences that she had miscarried (for unknown reasons), and that I was “off the hook”. Once again, I was filled with complex emotions and I didn’t know how to feel about this. I confided in my boss, who told me I should feel relieved, and that I was very, very lucky. For the next four months or so, I did feel relief, and I also felt guilt, along with what seemed like closure, and yet after everything that had happened, I also still felt so turned on by the mere thought of this cute, sexy, devious, deceitful little slut who had seemingly captured my soul in just three weeks.

I went home in December, feeling like life couldn’t possibly be better. I had almost two months of leave, with Christmas holidays awaiting me, and my whole life in front of me. And yet with all this, it didn’t take me very long to seek her out. I felt a small amount of shame, guilt and also nervousness when I began to consider how best get a hold of her. Was she still with her fiance? Did he stick around despite her infidelity? Did she still think about me? Did she still want me like I wanted her? I had her email address and her phone number. I chose to email her. I told her I was home, and that I was sorry how everything panned out, and that I still thought about her all the time. She replied to me the very next day, telling me everything that had transpired in her life since we last spoke. Her relationship had quickly fallen apart, although it was her decision to leave, and apparently he was more than willing to stay with her. She needed to move on, and she did. She moved to another city a thousand miles away, and had decided to move in with her dad, who lived there. She was single, and her life was relatively uneventful. Once again, things started moving quickly. I could only think of one thing…getting as deep into this horny little slut as I possibly could and making her mine again, and she was clearly thinking along the same lines because she responded in kind. Before long we were sending each other nudes, video chatting masturbation sessions together, and making plans to fuck as soon as possible. After a month or two, she booked a flight to my city, said she was bringing a friend, and planned to stay for two weeks.

Typing this story out has taken a bit of a toll on me. This is one of the more depressing parts of the whole thing, and has brought back all of the memories with it. I don’t have the energy right now to get into more of it, so I will cap this as part 2. Part 3 will get into the things we did when she visited me for those two weeks and what followed for years after. Thanks again for reading!

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