The best night of my life [21M], after I broke up with my long-term girlfriend [21F] [Wholesome][Long-term][Vanilla]

**A new horizon:**

In the course of my college years, I thoroughly studied music theory and orchestration, and I was fortunate enough to promptly get hold of a job offering soon after I graduated. I was hired for a placement as the lead composer for a small growing company with several new projects. This also meant I had to move roughly 300kms away from where I’d lived my entire life, to pursue a novel path in my country’s metropolis.

Education in my country is affordable for the majority of the population, a modest part-time job, working 25 hours per week, was enough for me to pay my monthly tuition and keep ¾ of the total payout. I’m also moderately frugal and it’s quite unusual of me to spend money beyond absolute necessities, particularly because financial independence has always been of the utmost importance to me. But not because I intended to be abundantly rich, rather, it was for the sake of independence itself. Collectively, by the end of my 3 years in college, these factors, along with some motherly assistance, gave rise to my ability to amount enough money to afford a down payment for my own home.

But, and as with most things in life, the answer was not as straightforward and naïve as I would’ve anticipated. For one, I’d been dating someone for about 2 years. In fact, it was the same person that, not long before these years, was my best friend. For this reason, I had no intention to abandon what we’d mutually built thus far. But alas, there was no chance of evading this matter.

“Thanks for meeting me right away…”. We were at the entrance to her house and I was riddled with anxiety and at a loss for words. An awkward, yet lethal silence ensued.

“Yeah…?”, she stared at me in utter bewilderment.

I was still fretful and incapable of issuing another word, and so, she pressed on.

“I’ve never seen you like this, what do you want to tell me? You’ve got me really worried right now.”.

“Unfortunately, today I’m the carrier of terrible news.”.

“Go on…”.

“I got an exceptional job offer in my field, which…”, she interrupted me.

“That already sounds like something you wouldn’t find around these parts, so you’re probably gonna have to move, am I right?”.

“You are. As of a couple of days ago, I got a job offer to work in the capital, which essentially means that, before long, I’ll have to move there.”.

“That’s great, but I can’t just move there with you.”.

“We could at least try to figure it out, don’t you think?”.

“What’s there to figure out? I don’t want to move in with you to another city.”.

She’s generally undecisive and agreeable, which had me expecting an unconclusive response, but this phrase was spouted with a stinging assertiveness, that caught me off-guard.

“Wait, what do you mean? We spend a good deal of our time at each other’s house, yet we’re capable of leading independent lives. This fact would not change, and really, barely anything would. We sleep together all the time, we cook together, we fuck in each other’s bed, hell, you shit in my bathroom. How are you not even open to the idea of just… trying to figure out… something?”.

“Dude, we’re too young! What’s next? We’re having kids next year? I’m 21, I’m not looking to settle down with anyone, not even you.”.

“Okay let’s stop, this conversation is derailing too fast. I love you and I desperately want to work this out with you, but I can’t do it alone.”

“I love you too, but right now, I’m feeling lost, and I don’t want to talk about it. I’m going back inside.”.

I was stunned. I did not expect an effortless agreement, but I certainly didn’t expect an emphatic “no” either. All things considered, I was emotionally exhausted, and therefore I thought it’d be better for both of us to settle down and rest our agitated minds before coming back to this subject.

**Separate paths:**

At this point, time was an indispensable luxury. After only a few hours of research, I was set on the idea of buying a land house on the city’s outskirts, surrounded by trees, wildlife and the sea, instead of skyscrapers and marketing billboards. Eventually, I found a newly renovated small warehouse turned into a modern, yet traditional and cozy living space, only 20 minutes away from my job. For the time being, as the process was underway, I was staying at my grandparents’ house.

Time flew by during the first weeks, and given that neither I or my girlfriend had had the humbleness to set aside our aching and prideful egos, we abstained from any form of contact for almost a month. Once I had arrived at my new home, after a day’s work, I was thrilled. I loved my new job and my new home alike, but my gratification was hollow and fragile, even though, this realization was yet to hit me. Right then, I was surrounded by more people than ever, yet the city felt desolate and numb; truthfully, I was projecting my own grief onto the world. After closing the door behind me, I was alone, not even my grandparents were there to keep my mind busy; all I had keeping me company, were my own thoughts.

I went to bed at 7pm; as I closed my eyes, I was instantly swarmed with all my suppressed emotions. At first, single tears slid down my cheeks, but eventually I was bawling like a newborn child.

“If I could just leave my body tonight and see her one last time… Fuck! It was my responsibility to call her back and check in with her after our last conversation.”, I thought.

I quickly composed myself and called her. She picked up almost instantly.

“Hello?”, she answered.

Perhaps I was too instinctual, as I had no idea of what I intended, so I simply said the first thing that came to mind.

“Hey uh… I wanna see you, I’ll be at your door in 2 hours, okay?”.

“Wait wh… uh okay.”, and I hung up the phone.

I was still wearing my daily clothes once I was in bed, so I grabbed my helmet, and all the keys, locked the door, and sped down the highway on my motorbike.

**Just like the very first time:**

Once I was there, I parked in her driveway and I noticed her leaning against the door, awaiting my arrival. We had our eyes locked the whole time I was approaching her. In that moment, all our misunderstandings had vanished into thin air. I held her tighter than I ever had and she rested her head in my chest, as tears ran down my eyes. For a moment I thought I’d never see her again.

“I’m sorry, I’ll never leave you again.”, I said in a weeping voice.

“Are you crying? Oh my God, I’ve never seen you cry before. I want you to know, I’m not afraid of anything as long as you’re there. Your confidence and perseverance are all I need to feel safe.”, she said in a soft voice.

“What are you saying?”.

“I said what you think I said.”.

“Then let’s leave right away, I don’t want to waste another second away from you. I need you right now. We’ll pack whatever you need and you’ll still manage to catch the last train.”.

“Uh… Okay!”, she hesitated for a second, but this time, her mind was determined to make this work.

We spoke with her parents; I helped her pack everything and she was ready. In no time, she was on her way. Meanwhile, I had to get to her destination as soon as possible. The train was 30 minutes behind me, so I sat on a bench awaiting her arrival. Seeing her step out of the train, felt just the same as the day she had arrived at my house a couple of years ago, when our relationship first bloomed on a warm summer morning.

We’d both been yearning this moment for a very long time. As soon as we got inside, I couldn’t help lifting her off the floor with her legs around my waist, and passionately tasting her lips once again, as both our expressions beamed in exhilaration.

“Wait, I need to shower first, and maybe… you can help me?”, she said teasingly.

“Woah, this bathroom looks so cool!”.

The shower head was wide enough to fit two people, and the floor was made out of wood, which made it look all the more aesthetically pleasing. I turned on the hot water before fondly undressing her; took off my clothes and held her hand into the shower. Having my hands wash her body, is one her profoundest and most intimate kinks that she was previously embarrassed about. I softly scrubbed my hands on her shoulders, arms, hands and fingers, while applying light pressure with my fingertips to unwind her muscles and mind. No precipitation was necessary; a slow and steady build up is often most desirable. So, while still standing behind her, I teasingly brushed my hand over her pussy with the slightest friction, while holding my other forearm over her chest.

We stepped out and, as she sat on the bathroom’s bench, I cleaned her with a towel. Before heading to the bedroom, I grabbed another towel, as is habitual, to avoid stained sheets, and carried her in my arms onto my new and freshly made bed. I sat her on the edge to spread the towel over the bed so she could lay on it, and once I was on top of her, I softly blew some air onto her belly button, giving her goose bumps. Following a couple of ticklish giggles, I kissed her belly and slowly ascended my lips up between her breasts, through her neck and lastly on her lips. Then, I held my hands behind her neck with my thumbs gently pressing below her jawline, since she dislikes choking but still relishes in some subtle pressure, and I brought my leg up, between hers, for her to grind against me unrestrained. Feeling her warm wet pussy lips dragging up and down my skin and leaving a faint trail of wetness, is an elusive and blissful sensation that denounces her lewd state of mind and turns me on like nothing else.

“Please, turn around.”.

She laid on her stomach and I stuffed a pillow below her pelvis, in order to raise her butt, and another as support for her head, that she ended up hugging her arms around. We’d been together for some time now, but seeing her cute bubbly butt sticking out in the air, fascinated me every time as if it were the very first. I pressed her legs together, laid above her, and push my cock inside her dripping wet pussy. We started off slow, but I could notice her progressively tightening her grip around the pillow and her butt arching outwards as I fucked her harder. Just before climax, she was biting and drooling all over the pillow while restraining her adorable moans.

“Harder please! I wanna cum!”.

I shoved my cock inside her as hard I could until her walls contracted on my cock.

I was yet to cum, so I turned her around facing me and pulled her down, to align her waist with the edge of the bed. This time, I pushed my middle and ring finger inside her pussy and my thumb inside her butt, which gave me a firm control over her entire body without hurting her. Then, I placed my other hand right above her bladder, to create a filling sensation, and I set my lips and tongue on her clitoris. By now, I can tell she’s feeling incredibly sensitive whenever her clitoris is red-hot and tastes almost metallic and sour, like a penny.

I used my lips to form a slight suction around her clitoris and used my tongue to rub against it, while my fingers gently thrusted inside her and my other hand pushed down on her lower belly. At the height of her pleasure, she pushed back her head and contracted her body in a beautiful orgasm.

“Fuck me again, I want your cum inside me.”,

Yet another kink of hers, that she won’t mention very often – at least not so candidly, is sleeping with my cum inside her. I removed my fingers from inside her with exceptional care, as she was very sensitive; I put her legs over my shoulders and she crossed them behind my neck. While holding her wrists down on the bed, I fucked her pulsating pussy and shot my cum as deep inside her as I could, as she lovingly stared me in the eyes.

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How do I know what a penny tastes like? Let’s just say I was a dumb kid c: A lot (like a *lot*) of people seem very invested in this relationship, which I’m very thankful for, but I must tell you that these stories are somewhat of a mismatch between things that happened throughout my life with different people. Somethings didn’t happen at all, but obviously I won’t distinguish between what is what. I simply wouldn’t feel comfortable exposing a shared experience in such detail (not to bash anyone who does). Nonetheless, I try to make them as realistic and relatable as possible, while hopefully spreading the word of my newly found religion of Lewd Wholesomeness™ lol. Tie up your partner(s), choke them or call them daddy/mommy, but always make sure everyone is enjoying themselves. Cya ^-^

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ksf6fq/the_best_night_of_my_life_21m_after_i_broke_up