[FF] Post-breakup sex with my ex

During my first year of college I dated a girl from my hometown named Jena. We hooked up the summer before we both went away to college and decided to try long distance, since we were both just going to different state schools about an hour away from home. We saw each other most weekends and we were able to make the distance work for awhile, but by the end of that first year I knew that I wanted to break it off. That all solidified after we got into a huge argument while she was visiting one weekend near the end of the spring semester, and after a pretty intense shouting match I broke up with her. There were a lot of unresolved things between us but we were both stressed out and busy from the last two weeks of school, and so I wasn’t surprised when I got a text from her asking if we could meet up and talk at a coffeeshop just a couple days after I came back home for the summer.

I drove over not knowing how a public conversation with Jena was going to go. We hadn’t talked since I broke things off, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to react when I saw her again. I grabbed a coffee and sat on one of the couches while I waited for her to show up. Jena is shorter than I am, barely five feet tall with lots of freckles dotting her pale skin and light brown hair that fell past her shoulders in loose curls. She walked in wearing a loose top and a short pleated skirt (she had gone to a Catholic school, I had a burgeoning schoolgirl kink, it worked out), and she had put on the bright red lipstick I had bought for her birthday just a few months earlier. I was just wearing jeans and converse, and my hair was still damp from running out of the house right after I had showered. I stood up to say hello and she immediately wrapped me in a hug that lasted a little too long, and the entire time we were talking I could smell her perfume still lingering on me. She sat next to me on the couch as we talked, and we spent awhile just catching up about the last few weeks of the semester and what our plans were for the summer. As we talked she kept letting her fingers trace over the hem of her skirt, drawing my eyes down to her legs and shifting to sit just a little bit closer to me as she adjusted the fabric. She would smile whenever she caught me looking down and it wasn’t long before I could feel the warmth of her next to me as our bodies were nearly touching as we talked. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss her, and I could feel myself getting wet as we kept talking. I was torn between wanting to just make a break for it and desperately wanting to fuck her again. Eventually I just went for it and asked if she wanted to talk more at my parents’ house. I knew my family wouldn’t be thrilled to know that Jena and I were talking again just a few weeks after we broke up, but the house would be empty for the next few hours still and she agreed to come over. She followed me in her car and during the short drive back I wandered what the fuck I was thinking, and I knew that the healthy thing would be to actually just sit down and have an actual talk about the breakup and have Jena just go home. I parked in front of my house, took a deep breath, and held the front door open for her to follow. The second I closed the door behind me she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard, and I immediately melted into her and had my hands running up her skirt. I swear to god I had good intentions until that moment.

Jena immediately started breathing hard and I could feel her start to grind against my hand as it ran up her thighs. I barely brushed her panties with my fingers and I could already feel how wet she was, and I teasingly asked her if she missed me. She laughed and swatted my hand away and led me by the hand upstairs to my bedroom. We started making out again, her body on top of mine as I laid back against my pillows, her fingers laced through my own, but after a minute I stopped her and sat up.

*You know that we ended things for a reason, right? I don’t want to hook up and end up getting back together just for that to happen again.*

I could feel her tense up, and her hand let go of mine.

*No, I know that. Or maybe…I don’t know. I don’t know what I want beyond this, but can we just have this? For right now?*

She grabbed my hand again and looked up at me with her bright blue eyes and I couldn’t think of anything to say, and so I just grabbed her back and started kissing her again. She moaned into my mouth as she kissed me back, and I broke off the kiss long enough to tell her to take her shirt off. She sat up and took off her shirt, and as soon as she unhooked her bra my mouth and hands were on her breasts as she started to moan a little louder. She tried to take my top off but kept fumbling with it as I brushed my fingers over one of her nipples while my tongue teased the other. I knew that she was sensitive enough to cum just from me teasing her like this, but I had other things in mind. I leaned back just long enough to take my shirt and bra off and toss them in a pile next to hers.

*How long have you been this wet?* I asked as I kissed her breasts and ran my hands under her skirt again.

*For the last hour we were in the coffeeshop,* she whispered back. *I couldn’t help it.*

I kissed her again and pushed her down on her back, spreading her legs and just taking in the sight of her topless in her little skirt, her nipples completely hard and the creases of her thighs already a little sticky from how wet she was. I slid my hands under her ass and started kissing my way up her calves, letting my fingers slide across her thigh as my lips moved their way up closer to her pussy.

*We should probably take these off*, I teased as I ran my finger over the black lace covering her dripping cunt. She lifted her ass and I slid her panties off and slowly let my tongue move around her labia so I could taste her for the first time in weeks. My hands ran up past her skirt and started teasing one of her nipples again, and she grabbed my hair and let out a sigh as one of my fingers slid inside her. I had *never* felt her this wet before, and while her pussy was usually tight around just one of my fingers I already knew I could slide a second inside her. I crossed my middle and index finger tightly together and started slowly fucking her as my tongue finally found her clit, and she let out a long moan as her hands grabbed my hair even tighter and pressed my face against her cunt.

*Baby, your fingers feel so good, fuck.* My tongue was moving slowly across her clit as my fingers slid in and out of her, but her hips were doing more of the work as she ground her pussy against me, and barely a minute went by until she started getting loud and telling me that she was getting close. I wanted to draw her first orgasm out a little and let my tongue just rest gently against her clit as she kept moving her hips and grinding her pussy against me, and she barely had time to moan her frustration before her entire body started to shake from her orgasm. I could feel her pussy squeezing tightly against my fingers as she came, her clit hard against my tongue as her hips rocked against me. Her fingers finally let go of my hair and I moved to lay down next to her. She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, and I knew she was getting even more turned on from getting to taste herself on my lips. Her fingers immediately started undoing the buttons of my jeans, and she whispered that she could feel how wet I was through the denim.

*You fucking liar*, I laughed, and as I started to undo the last couple of buttons myself I realized that she was totally right, and the fabric was a little damp right over the seam in the fabric that I had probably been grinding against as I fucked her. As I slid my jeans and panties down over my legs I started to get a little unconscious about how visibly wet I was, but I barely had time to think about that as Jena crawled between my legs and I felt her lips and tongue move over my clit. Her skirt was pulled up enough that I could see her ass start moving rhythmically against the bed, and I realized she had slipped a hand between her legs and was rubbing her clit as she was eating me out. It wasn’t long before we were both moaning, and she kept taking me agonizingly close to my own orgasm before backing off just a little to let me come down again. After the third time she edged me I couldn’t take it anymore, and with a whimper I begged her to let me cum and that pushed us both over the edge, my hips thrashing against her as I watched her shudder from her own orgasm. It took us both a few seconds to recover, and we ended up staying in bed for another hour or so before she I worried that my family could come home and she left.

Later that night we finally did have the talk that we should have, sitting in her car parked about a block away from my house. We were both clear that neither of us regretted what happened that afternoon and we ended up doing it again a few more times that summer, each time at my house when my family was gone. There was one time where we almost got caught, but that story might have to wait.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hmz434/ff_postbreakup_sex_with_my_ex