[MF] That Time I Fell In Love: Part 1 (with pictures)

I have a confession. This is a story I posted well over a year ago (then quickly deleted) and over the course of the last year I’ve posted several stories about this relationship. I treated it, in those stories, like it was a casual thing, but in reality, it wasn’t. For almost three years it was everything to me and then I fucked it up. Or maybe I fucked it up from the beginning. Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe we both did. Maybe you can be the right person for the right person but it’s the wrong time? It doesn’t matter now. We promised not to talk to each other again. We’ve blocked each other’s iMessages, and instagrams, and WhatsApps messages, and emails (did you even know you could do that? block an email?). Mutual Assured Relationship Destruction. I’ve tried to forget her address so I don’t send postcards or letters when I visit places or memories we shared. I didn’t send her postcards from Spokane, or Portland, or Boise this summer. I didn’t text her when a band we had seen in a dive bar in Wyoming was playing at my hotel in Austin two weeks ago. I’ve stopped googling her. Mostly. I’ve stopped looking through the gone wild posts she made for me right after we met. Mostly. I don’t look at her new boyfriends instagram or the instagram of the restaurant she works at hoping to catch a glimpse of her in the background of a picture. I don’t look at the blog she had as an undergrad. That would be a crazy thing to do. I don’t cry when I find a random picture of her I forgot about on an old phone. I don’t look at his house on google maps. I don’t think about her in there fucking him or sitting on the porch with him as the sun sets on a hot summer evening. I don’t do that anymore. I never did that. That also would be crazy. And even though we haven’t spoken for almost 4 months now, my head still reels when I think about her. At 1 am, the moon light glinting through my open window, a breeze stirring the leaves and branches of the live oak in my yard, and then the curtains in this room- I’m hoping she is laying next to him. Awake. Staring out the window. Thinking about me. She isn’t. Right? Maybe she is? She’s asleep? She’s asleep. Sleeping on her left side, the blanket kicked lazily off of her while he lays next to her. Two pillows under her head. Always two pillows. Her small shallow breaths. The involuntary twitch of her left leg. At 3 am she’ll get up and get a drink of water. She always did. She always does. It still hurts. It really hurts. It’s not the stabbing pain that left me breathless anymore. It’s more of a dull ache that resurfaces with a memory, or smell, or a song like someone pushing into a forgotten bruise. On nights like this I really miss her.

So here’s my thought. The last post I did felt incredibly cathartic. But it was about the end of our relationship. I deleted these posts after we ended things for good, but in a way I want to write about this relationship in a linear way. I want to write about sex and love and a relationship that defined the last three years of my life. Several of these will be reposts as I string the last couple of years together, but I think that’s ok. I know this sub is mostly for fun, hot, one off experiences, but maybe this will resonate with someone. I can’t be the only person laying here in bed, wishing things were different. Wishing I had seen a therapist sooner. Wishing I had said the things I wanted to say or even knew what I wanted to say when I knew I should say something. Stranger Things 3 is on the background. We watched the second season together. She kissed me cheek because I cried during the school dance scene. I can’t be the only person sitting here hurting tonight. Listening to a mid summer breeze and the hum of a street light.

I met her almost three years ago. She was my server. Lame, I know, but stick with me on this. I’ve always made it a point not to hit on servers. Every semi-attractive women I’ve ever known who’s waited tables, or tended bar has complained to me about guys hitting on them. It’s always seemed unfair to hit on a woman who’s literal job is to serve you. Like it seems weirdly rapey in way. So I never have.

I had been to the restaurant several times during the course of that year, but I had never seen her before. Slight, but athletic looking. Long black hair and light brown skin. A light smattering of freckles across her broad cheeks. Totally and completely racially ambiguous. She could have been pretty much anything but Irish. She was making the bartender laugh and talking with her hands. She walked over to my table after I was seated. She knew her whiskey and I complimented her on her earrings. She said they were made of some type of scale from some type of Peruvian fish. We talked about how much we both hated Cusco and how amazing the Huayhuash are. It was late July and the night was still hot. Smoke from wildfires that had been burning all summer filled the valley and the air felt on edge. Anxious. She had just moved to the city to start a master’s degree program in public health in the fall, but admitted she was more interested in diseases than people. “I usually find diseases more interesting than people,” I told her. She laid a coaster down and set my drink on it. I had finished dinner, but had kept drinking.

“Is it wrong,” she laughed, “that I always get sad when we defeat a potential epidemic?”

She motioned to the empty chair across the table from me with a slight head nod. It was a weeknight and the restaurant had pretty much cleared out. She sat down. I took a sip of my drink.

“Maybe you should look at studying Evil Science instead of public health,” I suggested.

“I tried,” she said looking behind her as one of her tables paid the check and left, “but my grades weren’t good enough for the Ivy League programs.”

“You could always be a lawyer,” I suggested sarcastically. She leaned back, slouching, and gave the universally understood gesture for ‘yank! yank!’

“I’d rather wait tables until my tits fall off. I’ll get you another one. Don’t go anywhere,” and she stood up and walked away.

When she got off we ended up going to a bar next door. I liked her that night. I liked standing next to her. I liked how she seemed fearless and fierce. Vulnerable but unyielding, like an aspen in a gale. She was different. She is different. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. We drank beer until the bar closed. I walked her to her beat up little jeep. It still had Wyoming plates on it. “Should we do this again?” I asked. She leaned against the driver side door and watched a guy ride his bike down the empty street. Drunkenly swerving under the streetlights. “Nah, let’s not,” she chuckled, “just find me on Reddit.” I had told her earlier in the night I posted on gonewildstories and she told me in college she’d put pictures on Gonewild for a boyfriend. As she got a little tipsy she told me she’d post a picture for me. I gave her a hug. “Hey,” she said as she went to start her car, “this was fun. I’ll text you.”

Thirty mins later I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. “Check Gonewild ;)” and then like 3 seconds later, “I told you to find me on Reddit.” Sure enough, sorting by new, there was a picture of what looked like her, totally topless, and the title was a joke we had about how Asian she looked. “Check watchpeopledie” I texted back as a joke. My phone vibrated “thats the only sub I fuck with.”

The next month we’d hook up or get drinks or going for rides or sit on the grass outside of her place and talk about where we grew up and our parents and old relationships and future plans and then it started to feel like maybe this wasn’t just a thing, but was actually a thing. I was out of town a lot and both of us told ourselves we probably could never really work, but as the weeks went by a couple texts a day turned into texting each other all day. And then it was easier to FaceTime than text and then I’d plan for her call as soon as she was off work and I’d realize we had been talking all night and early morning light was creeping into my hotel room in New York or Miami or Seoul. And maybe I was in love.

I drive over to her place some mornings with coffee or to get breakfast. She lived in a little basement apartment, and fucking her there reminded me of college in a bittersweet way. Sometimes she was in sweats. Sometimes she was naked. This day she was naked. “Well fuck,”I kind of mumbled to myself. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom and looked at the open door. “I figured,” she nodded to the bathroom, “a shower would be nice.” I followed her in and couldn’t keep my hands off her a minute longer, as I pulled her close she pulled off my shirt, then my shorts, then my boxers. My hands ran up and down her body, grabbing her ass and pulling her tight into me. I wondered, for a moment, if her college boyfriend ever spanked her. I kissed her hard then even harder. She let out a slight whimper. I took her body and spun her around, bent over the sink and facing the mirror. My cock ground into her ass and I wrapped a hand around her throat. She loved looking at me in the mirror. She left her mouth slightly open and pushed her hips back into my mine. I ran my other free hand down her stomach, and between her now soaking wet pussy. I slid one finger and then two slowly into her. She was so warm. So tight. So wet. I slid my fingers out and then into her mouth. She sucked and slid her tongue between them. my grip on her throat tightened.

She quickly turned around, our mouths met again and she slid her ass on to the counter while wrapping her strong legs around me. I held her like that. Her tongue working across my lips and into my mouth. My hands grabbing at her perfect little ass. He trimmed pubic hair peaking above the line of her underwear. She ground her hips into mine, sinking her nails into my shoulders and back and lower back. Running her hands through my hair and then over my shoulders and chest until, with both hands, she pushed me back and shook her head. Lighting from the sink she started walking towards the shower as I stood there stroking my cock. She looked back at me and reached down and grabbed my dick as she started to pull me behind her. “Shower!” she said pertly and gave me a little tug. “Your a whore harry,” I said in my best creepy Hagrid voice and followed her in.

It was one of those stand up showers not connect to a tub. The water ran over us and between us and down us. She got to her knees and leaned into the corner running her hands down my hard stomach and over my thighs. The early morning light made me look tanner than I am, and my freshly shaved cock looked heavy in her slight hands. She licked it from the bottom to the top and then moved her tongue back down the shaft, pulling one of my balls into her mouth before letting it go with a wet popping sound. She grabbed my ass and began to bob her head up and down my glistening cock. It was heaven. I reached down pulled her up and lifted her leg into the air before sliding two fingers into her again. “God damn! You’re wet!” I said as I pushed my fingers farther into me. “well… I’m… in the shower,” she let her head lull back and she ground her pussy into my soaking wet hand. We’d had enough. We grabbed towels and headed to her bed.

She sat on the edge and spread her legs wide. Her thighs and hips and stomach and pussy were overwhelming. I stood there staring at her. “Eat me,” she said as she leaned back on her elbows and pushed her hips to the very edge of the bed. I kneeled in front of her, like her body was religion and her pussy was the alter. I ran my hands up her thighs and over her stomach, sliding over her perfect little tips and cupping them in my rough hands. My tongue slid the length of her cunt and then started to slowly circle her clit, arching around it, caressing it. Running slow circles around it while she slowly rocked her hips. Swaying. Pushing her hips into my facing and slowly withdrawing. I gently pinched her clit between my tongue and upper lip and rolled them over it. Her body began to shake. Slight trembles. my hands ran down her body as my tongue began to stroke a little firmer a little faster. I could feel her ass begin to clench as my hands massaged it.

I pulled my mouth away to see her glistening pussy, my spit and her silky cream ran down her. I licked my fingers and slowly pushed two of them into her and then bent them back towards myself, feeling the velvety ridges inside her and pushing into her g-spot. She gasped and rocked her hips so my fingers were putting more pressure against the walls of her pussy. I began stroking inside of her, like I was calling her towards me, trying to slowly pull the orgasm out of her. My tongue went back on her clit. Spit running across my mouth. Across her thighs. She began to shake. Her body seized involuntarily. I didn’t stop. She sat up hard. Her stomach flexed. Then her thighs. Pushing me away while simutanoulsy pulling me closer. “I’m..” her breathing was hurried. “I’m… fuck… fuck…” she repeated it like a mantra. “fuck… fuckk… Fuck… FUCK!!” her toes curled “I’m fucking cumming” her hips bucked against my face and still my fingers moved inside her until she pulled her hips back. I stood up and leaned over her. Her mouth went instinctively to mine and kissed me long and hard. She licked my lips and my cheeks. Cleaning her cum and my spit off my face.

She reached over and tore the condom wrapper off and then rolled it onto my throbbing dick. She spit into her hand and stroked me once and then twice. Languidly moving her hand over my cock. I grabbed her and threw her into the bed- on to her stomach. She instinctively spread her legs and pushed her ass up- her pussy still wet with her creamy cum. I grabbed her ass with both hands and then slid them around, locking them into the crease of her hips before pushing myself deep into her. I could feel her body freeze, before she pushed back, taking me deeper into her. I slid myself out and then push back into her, harder this time. https://i.imgur.com/HatS59h.jpg

She threw head back and I grabbed a handful of her hair. One hand holding her hips the other firmly arching her head back towards me as she braced herself against the headboard. I slammed back inside of her only to do it over and over and over again. She started breathing rhythmically as each stroke bottomed out hard in her pussy. She’s a good girl and knows she can take it. Her body suddenly collapsed and she lay flat, my dick still in her as she pushed just her hips off the bed. I grabbed the back of her neck and a shoulder I think or her waist or reached around her for her firm little breast. It was a blur. I pushed deeper and harder into her. “Harder daddy,” she moaned and then a little louder “harder daddy! harder daddy. harder daddy” as I jackhamerred into her, the bed shaking underneath us. I stopped. Letting myself feel her pussy contract around me. I was close. https://imgur.com/a/NGrRJmA

I pulled out of her and rolled on to my back as she crawled up between my legs, grabbing my cock, straddling me and sliding me into her. She rocked back and forth on it. Grinding her pussy, slow and steady into the base of my dick until she came a second time. I grabbed her by the hips and picked her off of me before sliding off the bed. I stood in front of her. She slid to her knees, the back of her head supported by the mattress. My cock pulsed and she grabbed it with both hands. I could barely hold it together. She rolled it in her hands and then spit on it and slowly slid her hands over it before inhaling it into the back of her mouth. She rolled her tongue over it and within seconds I had let go. My cum spilled out of the sides of her mouth and dripped down her chin while she left her mouth wide with my cock still in it. She playfully pulled her mouth away and I wiped what was on her face away with my fingers.

I had a phone call in about two minutes so I hurriedly got dressed while she slid back into the shower. I opened the shower door and she leaned out to kiss me. “Text me,” I said as I left the bathroom and stumbled out the door. The humid august air hit like a fucking wall. I didn’t want to be anywhere but with her in that shower. I pulled my hat down and walked to my truck and texted her before I even turned the key. “Let’s get lunch.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cbi1wu/mf_that_time_i_fell_in_love_part_1_with_pictures