[FM] Reuniting after 3 months apart, last year

Marc’s first job out of college is about a thousand miles away in a small town that’s just a touch… remote. So when he came in for Thanksgiving last year, we had been apart for coming up on three months. We’ve navigated our LDR like champs, we talk on the phone most nights, and as far as I can tell, neither of us has been even a tinge unfaithful. I wrote the following after his first night back in town last year but didn’t post it then because I was worried some friends would recognize the details.

November, 2018: Marc was lucky enough to secure a whole week plus a few days off work this week, so he flew in last night in time for a concert we’d been hoping to see together with a few friends. We meet up in the afternoon and get lunch at our favorite restaurant from before he graduated. Later we meet up with the group and head to the concert venue. It’s a good show, but that’s not what I’m here to write about. Once the crowd draws in and we’re surrounded, Marc stands close and the feeling of his body against me for the first time has me feeling a certain way.

By the time the concert ends, it’s too much. We ditch the rest of the group who’re headed to a bar, uber back to my apartment just off-campus, and hardly make it through the door before his lips are on mine. My roommate was at the concert with us, so she’s still out for a few hours. Jackets fly off blindly as he backs me into the bedroom. Lucky, he remembers the way even in the dark, and we don’t break contact. We fall onto the foot of my bed and only now do we pause, just long enough to fumble our shoes off. I start to tease off my jeans, but now we’re kissing again and I turn my hands on his zipper. I wrestle my fingers in and wrap them as well I can around his dick.

Side-note: You know how guys always have dicks? Like wherever he is, he’s got a dick in his pants. Awake, asleep, at work, at the gym, it’s always there. Maybe at the doctor he’s got a penis. But it’s rarer, moments like these, when I feel it swell at harden in my hand, that he’s got a proper *cock*. And that’s a feeling I live for.

So here we are, my hand on Marc’s *cock* through his taut boxers, as he works his mouth down towards the base of my neck. He’s unbuttoning my flannel from the bottom up. I work his cock out of that flap in his boxers (made for this purpose? idk) and I love how it springs out at me. I can’t help but squirm a little has he sends chills through my body with a few well-placed kisses. My hands must be doing the trick too, because he pulls away. “Woah, easy, it’s been a while!” he reminds me. I tell him I’d be happy to slow down, if he makes it worth my while.

I roll onto my back and let my shirt fall open because I know he likes the view. Marc slides down the bed and I lift my hips as he pulls my jeans off the rest of the way, then my panties. I could be pissed if I wanted; I bought them for tonight, they’re cute as fuck, and I don’t think he even notices them. But I’m not. He stares for just a moment. I can tell that I’m just *dripping* and I open my legs just a little to invite him in. God, I’ve missed that tongue. He’s not afraid to go deep, and his long, even strokes immediately set a slow, aching rhythm. His seal is airtight, and he keeps it slow how he knows I like it. There’s a lot he hasn’t forgotten. At first I play with his hair and scratch behind his ears because I know he’s weirdly sensitive there, until his steady pleasure builds pressure to the breaking point and the orgasm rolls through my whole body. I squeeze his head with my thighs to hold him in place and he doesn’t lose a beat (he’s a real pro) as he keeps it coming. I ride it out with my back arched and all four limbs tensed.

When I finally come down I open my legs again, releasing Marc. He carries on for a few seconds before I grab him and pull him up onto the bed. I kiss him and taste myself. Not my favorite, but I know he loves it. He raises his arms and I pull his shirt over his head. He slips mine off too, then unhooks my bra. My tits aren’t especially huge or anything, but the way he looks at them? *Damn* if I don’t feel proud. And there’s something about the way he throws my clothes into a heap out of reach that just turns me on to a new level. I push him down then, one hand on his chest, and climb astride him as he finally slips his pants and his boxers down past his ankles. Now we’re both wearing nothing together for the first time in way too long. Marc’s tan skin just looks *right* next to mine, browner and smooth.

I feel his cock hardening under me again. I keep my eyes on his as I rise up onto me knees and he positions himself under me. I lower myself onto him slowly, feel my pussy stretch around his head, down his shaft. He’s got a pretty cock, not that I can see it now. Not much longer than average (in my experience at least), but *thick* and idk, meaty? He feels so solid and I take my time taking him in. I throw back my head and moan a little. Sure, I embellish a little, but it makes Marc feel great. And now I’m riding him, bouncing and rocking and feeling fucking fantastic. His hands are on my waist, then one is cupping my left boob, and now my moans are real, and Marc even makes some noise. I can’t usually finish by penetration alone, so now I focus on him and keep my hips moving in a steady roll.

He closes his eyes and I know I’m about to make him cum, so I really lean into it, rolling forward to brace my hands on his chest and bring my face close to his, when he flips me onto my back. I’m surprised but *way* into it as he pins my arms up over my head. I’m not in control anymore. Now he drives himself into me hard and deep. *This* is the Marc I miss at night when I’m alone. He pounds into me over and over and kisses my neck and under my jaw. He’s no longer pinning me, but I’m complicit. I’m sure he gets more out of this than I do, but I’ve had my turn. His arms wrap under me, holding the back of my shoulders. His hands are hot on my skin. Now there’s no space between us and as he continues to thrust, I think I scream a little. He finishes inside me and his whole lower body shakes as he pumps into me. I feel so full, so content with his head on my shoulder, his hot breath on my neck, his cock deep in me, and his arms wrapping me so tight I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I feel small, and safe, and loved. And *full*.

We stay that way for a while, until I feel myself drifting off in his arms. He lets me up so I can pee, and when I come back to bed, he pulls me in close. He tells me he missed me. “Just now? I was only gone a minute.”

“Yeah,” he says, “I’m so happy you’re back.” And I let him see me smile before I kiss him gently on the lips. Then I roll over and let him be the big spoon, one arm thrown over me with his hand on my breast. The usual way, before he went away. I’m glad he’s back, and I fall asleep in his arms.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dzri7c/fm_reuniting_after_3_months_apart_last_year