I [M] Decided to Help My Ex [F] With Her Thesis

This story is vanilla compared to most stories here. I’ve been thinking for a while now If I want to share this story or not. Obviously, I decided to share. It’s a bit lengthy, but I hope you like it.

It all started in the middle of the year. I got an email from my ex-gf who was abroad. Let’s call her **“Belle”**. Belle’s getting her degree and was currently working on her thesis. She asked me if it would be okay if I’d help her in her thesis because I work in an office environment. *“I’m really embarrassed to ask you this but I can’t really rely on my thesis partner and I can’t think of anyone else that could help out with our topic”*, she explained. I happily agreed.

**A little history about us:** We dated 11 years ago during our early 20’s. It wasn’t a perfect relationship (Belle was an outgoing person while I mostly kept to myself) but we made it work somehow. We were crazy in love back then when we weren’t fighting and had crazy sexual adventures. She once told me that before me, she always had trouble reaching orgasm to the point where she thought there was something wrong with her. I’m not gonna lie, that was a great ego booster for a horny guy like me.

Belle went abroad for work and it all went shit from there. We broke up and that was that. The incident hurt me a lot but I somehow got passed that by fooling around. I tried to move on with my life. I got a girl pregnant and we ended up getting married.

A couple of years after our breakup (around 8 years ago), Belle and I somehow got to talking again through a common friend. It turns out she’s in the country. We ended up having sex twice soon after. We said our goodbyes and life went fairly quiet after that.

Bell and I still managed to be in contact, but not as regular as you would think. A *“happy birthday”* here and there, a *“Congratulations for getting married, Belle!”* those kind of messages. Conversations were had, but we kept it short and platonic.

**Back to our main story:** Months went on and our conversations became a regular thing. Belle would leave me messages about her thesis after her work and I would then reply with the requirements she needed later in the day. Due to the time difference, she would sometimes wait for me to login in the morning so that we can discuss her thesis before she goes to sleep.

Emails eventually turned to chat and when Belle returned in the country, our conversations became more and more frequent. Conversations were always kept professional and she always thanked me a lot, to which I always tell her that it was always a pleasure to help her. I then added, *“I’m not gonna lie. I’m actually very proud of you! You’re in a supervisory position and now your finally getting your degree. Wow!”*

It was at that point where Belle changed. She replied with a very lengthy, emotional message of basically explaining things from the past and the difficulties she’s currently been having with her husband. She explained that she regretted what she did in the past and apologized for them, she wanted a second chance but it was all too late because I’ve moved on, and now she’s stuck in an unfulfilling marriage with an immature man with no hopes or dreams.

It took a while for me to absorb what I was reading but eventually composed a reply. *“I never really forgot about you. I was angry for what you did, but I had to move on. I already forgave you a long-long time ago even though you never apologized for what you did. And now, here we are.”*

A few exchanges were had and my anxiety was through the roof. Belle then messaged, *“Since we’re being real with each other, dammit! I really want to be with you right now. I’ve never seen you for more than 8 years but you still have this effect on me… I’m sorry for this babe, but I’m wet right now.”* My heart was racing. The memories of her came flooding in and I was already drowning. *“Then let’s see each other”* was my reply. We discussed and tried to make a schedule but she could not commit. *“It’s more difficult now, babe. My husband knows a lot of people.”* She explained. *“But I really want to. Give me time to finish my first defense, then we’ll see.”* she added.

A few months passed. Belle and I continued on working on her thesis; with me providing the data she needed to get the paper work done. Every now and then she’d share her frustrations with studies and personal life, but I would then try to prop her up and encourage her to keep pushing. There was also flirting here and there, but we tried to keep it minimal. Honestly, at this point I’m not really looking forward to us meeting again.

The turning point was on November. Belle’s first defense went great and she was very excited to tell me all about it. I, of course, gave my congratulations and was even very happy because I put some damn effort in it as well. *“Babe, I need to prepare for my second defense. I need to talk to your admin to get their commitment on the data we need. Can you set me up with a meeting?”* she asked. *“Sure, no problem!”* was my reply.

I managed to set it all up and the day leading to that was very stressful. This is the first time we’ll be seeing each other in person after eight years and I don’t know how to act. Belle and I messaged each other throughout the day so I found out she was feeling the same. One of her messages was, *“WTF is wrong with me? I’ve been going in and out of the bathroom for a while now. LOL! I’m going now, babe.” “Okay, see you soon!”* was my reply.

I’ll never forget that rainy afternoon. I was supposed to be already leaving from work but I stayed longer to wait for Belle. My heart was pounding and it even got stronger when her taxi arrived. I tried my best to keep my cool as I approached the taxi with umbrella in hand. I managed all her gate pass and led her to the meeting room. Our admin staff was not yet available at that time so I spent a bit more time with Belle. We just stared and awkwardly smiled at each other. I tried to make small talk to break the tension and became somewhat successful. Our admin staff soon came in. I introduced them to each other and I took that as a cue to go home. Our admin staff left for a minute which gave me a chance to say goodbye, *“Babe, I need to go home. Let me know if things went okay.”* She nodded. I planned to give her a kiss but our admin staff returned. Belle tried not to laugh at that failed attempt while I tried to act casually.

The next day came and I found out that Belle was successful in convincing our admin staff to help her out with the data. Things got real really fast as our conversation flipped from being thesis related to emotionally related. *“There you were. A man I used to go out with. A man I never saw for eight years. It’s a very long time and yet you were still the same. Everything about you is so familiar.”* She said. I took it as chance to bring the subject of meeting again and this time I was successful. She saw a chance to meet me and unlike our hook up eight years ago, this was planned more carefully.

The day finally came and my anxiety was in overdrive. Belle and I were in constant communication. I told her the plan to which she followed to a tee. I went to a drive thru to get the food she wanted then I proceeded to our meeting place. I got there first and she arrived soon after. As usual, I tried to keep myself calm. A few minutes more and we arrived at our hotel room which I arranged earlier in the day.

Once inside, we put down all our things then we sat on the bed face to face. I reached out for her hand and I held it tight. Her hand was as cold as mine. I initiated a conversation to calm our nerves. We talked about anything and everything, then she finally opened up to me, *“Babe, I need to tell you about something.” “What is it?”* I replied. *“THIS part of my life isn’t really active for the longest time.”* She embarrassingly said referring to her sex life. *“Don’t worry, we can take this slow… Or hard, which every your prefer”* I jokingly replied. That managed to get a smile out of her.

I lied down on the bed and Belle followed. She placed her head on my left shoulder and embraced me with her left arm. I slowly placed my face next to hers and proceeded to kiss her gently. She reciprocated my advance which I took as a signal to continue.

I rotated from where I lie so that I can face Belle and put more pressure on my kisses. As that was going on, I took my right hand and started to explore her body. Caressing her body through her blouse then under. I gently made my way to her back and reached for her bra and with one quick motion, I unhooked it. She must’ve not expected that because she unlatched from my lips with the biggest smile and said, *“Well done!”*

I smiled proudly then proceeded to lie Belle down. I continued kissing her passionately while my right hand gently raised her blouse and unhooked bra exposing her left breast. I gently felt her nipple on my fingers then I started to make my way down there. As I made my way down her breast, I made sure I traced my path with kisses. First on her cheeks, then her neck, then her chest.

I sucked on her erect nipples gently. First the left, then the right. She moaned gently. *“Oh, babe…”* A moan I know all too well. She held my head while all of this was going on. I felt her squirming a bit but that was not enough for me. I sucked on her nipples a bit harder to get more reactions from her to which I was successful.

As I sucked on Belle’s lovely breasts, I was also caressing her flat, little tummy. She liked working out so it showed on her hot petite body. I ran my right hand farther down her body and unbuttoned her jeans. Unfortunately, I was having a hard time putting my hands through so I whispered to her, *“Let’s get this off, babe…”* She complied by removing her top and pants with only her panties left. I also started to strip, leaving only my boxers.

We returned to our positions and I continued what I was doing. Belle’s labored breath, her gentle moans, her gentle kisses as I sucked her breasts increased my arousal more and more. I continued exploring her tight body with my right hand and eventually getting to her womanhood. I touched her through her panties, tracing her slit and clit with my middle finger. Her hips started to sway with my fingers as her breath gets faster and deeper.

I got up and went on top of Belle and kissed her gently. I was eager to taster her again so I made my way down to her womanhood gently. As before, I made sure I traced my movements with gentle kisses. I stopped on her belly button on my way down and made circles on it with my tongue. While that was going on, I grabbed her panties with both of my hands and removed them.

Belle raised her butt, then her legs as I pulled her panties off. I parted her legs but before I can get a glimpse of her womanhood, she managed to cover it with bother her hands. I looked at her with a smile and she looked back at me while smiling and acting all embarrassed.

I slowly went down in between Belle’s legs while both my hands went around her butt to reach and hold her on the wrists. I kissed each of her fingers gently while I pulled her hands from my sweet-sweet goal. Soon it was free and in full view.

I paused a bit to admire it. Belle used to always keep it’s hairs trimmed and would not let me get near it when it’s not. This time was different, though. She let it’s hairs grow a bit longer which was a very welcome surprise. I honestly thought it’s more sexier than ever.

Belle was already wet when I started to lick her. She moaned so deep and called out to me. I ran my tongue in between her slit and flicked her clit gently with my tongue. I alternated from sucking her inner lips and licking her clit. At that moment, whatever reservations she had during the moment disappeared. I did it repeatedly and when she was already melting in my mouth, I began the second stage of my pleasuring her.

I held Belle’s hands tight as I put her whole clit in my mouth, licked it while sucking on it. I watched her while her slit was in my mouth and she was so beautiful. Because of her tight little body, I had full view of her reactions and it was easy for me to gauge my pace.

A few moments later, I saw very familiar reactions from her. Belle held my hands tighter, her breath became heavily labored, and her hips becoming more and more twitchy. Belle was close to orgasm. I increased my pace, sucking a bit harder while licking a bit quicker. She moaned louder and louder until she reached the point of no return. Her tummy waved and clenched as her orgasms pulsed. She let out a loud moan and her legs twitched and swayed as she struggled to keep them up as I continue to eat her.

I made sure to get a few more licks in before slowing down the pace. I got on top of Belle, dried my face and removed my boxers exposing my already hard shaft. *“Babe, what’s our rule today?”* I whispered to her. She checked her phone’s calendar, *“Don’t cum inside babe, sorry…”* she replied. I nodded then she re-positioned herself on the bed then raised her legs high again. She looked down and watched as I entered her. She pinned her head back on the pillow and let out a gentle moan mid entry. Her tight slit was so wet that my shaft just slid right in.

Belle and I were making love the way we used to. We remained in a missionary position from beginning to end. It was as if nothing had happened before and we were those ‘people’ 11 or so years ago. I increased the pace as she continually moaned and called out to me. I felt myself getting close and I let her know.

Belle grabbed me by my sides with both her hands holding me tight. I increased my pace; going quicker and pushing deeper. Soon, I felt myself about to explode. I pulled out and came loads just below her tummy. I was panting and my heart racing; It was pure bliss.

We cuddled and we kissed right after. We spent the rest of the day naked on bed just talking about life in general. We had lunch, talked, had sex one more time, slept, and continue talking some more. It was already afternoon when we checked out of our room. I drove her to the mall and I went home.

Until now, we’re still communicating. I want to meet her again, but I don’t know if she’ll agree. I’m having second thoughts about telling her about it but we’ll see, I guess.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e9jh89/i_m_decided_to_help_my_ex_f_with_her_thesis