Reconnecting and Disconnecting [MF]

I hadn’t seen in her in several years — she had moved away for college and just didn’t make the time to see me if/when she came home. We talked occasionally via call, text, chat, or e-mail and that was what kept me stringing along behind her. It would be fair to say that I was ‘waiting’ for her but only in the emotional sense; I was fucking damn near everyone I could.

Well the time came when she had graduated, come back from traveling overseas, and was down to meet up finally. I was eager as hell and ready to see where things went despite that I knew it was an all-or-nothing decision that was about to be made. I ended things with my FWB, Penny, and everyone else I was dating. Got rid of my hook-up profiles. I was really trying to set the stage for myself to see what happened. Well, here is the synopsis of what happened.

The first day we spent together was awkward as all hell. She looked different. Still the same girl, but more jaded. Her once curly-red hair was now bleached blonde and chemically straightened. She was once fit but now she was a little more frumpy. She had bags under her eyes from a late night out with friends doing god knows what. We spent the day out and about. Hit the mall, got boba, talked very awkwardly for a while, and finally went to the movies. When the movie was over I asked her what she wanted and she said “I don’t know. I just… I just want you.”

Well my poor little heart was all abuzz. This was my moment of validation after a painfully long wait. The night was relatively young — it was probably 7:30 or 8:00 pm. I wracked my brain for something we could do that would keep her entertained, but also give us time to reconnect. She and I were both martial artists and we both loved the UFC, so I suggested we go back to my place and I would buy the Pay-per-view that was on that night. She jumped on the opportunity and that was that. We went back to my place, I dropped way too much money, and we watched a few guys brutalize one another while we made out on the couch for a few hours.

At some point we made our way back to my bedroom where we continued to make out and slowly stripped down to nothing. I was so eager to be inside her again after having waited so long for the chance. I started simply enough by running my hands all over her body, testing the waters and teasing her erogenous zones. She was strange about it — she didn’t seem eager to have me escalate things, but she also didn’t want me to stop and would give tiny little muffled moans when I could put my hand somewhere new and exciting.

I took one of her nipples into my mouth and finally let my fingers start to stroke her pussy. She responded by opening her knees wide for me and giving me all the room I needed to continue. She looked down at me longingly and I decided that I was just going to go for it. She had always liked aggressive action before and I think she was thrown off by my caution and lack of bravado. I moved between her legs and began to go down on her. I wanted to remind her what I was capable of and used every skill I had mastered since the last time I saw her.

I made her cum three times as I just continued to finger fuck her and lick her into ecstasy. I was trying to make her squirt like I had once before — one of the last times I saw her — but it wasn’t happening. I had gotten very good at the technique required by practicing on Penny, but something was off and I wasn’t sure what. It didn’t really matter, I was thrilled that I made her cum and when I moved into position to push myself inside her she nodded her head ‘yes’ over and over until I finally did.

The Rebekah I knew from years before was an animal in bed, this one was a lot more subdued. Before she would have scratched my back, talked crazy dirty, or done something new and fun. This time she was just watching my cock as it slammed in and out of her. There were a few moments when I started to doubt myself and think she wasn’t into it, but then she would cum and I would be reinvigorated.

Well, I found out several months later that the reason was because she had a boyfriend waiting for her across the country. She had been seeing him steadily for the past few years and had been stringing me along because, as she said it, she always wanted to be with me, but didn’t think she was good enough of a person. All of her hesitation and awkwardness was just her debating with herself if she was okay with cheating or not.

We had sex three times that night — mostly because I was unwavering in my general excitement. I got her home by about 3 am though we did agree to see each other the next day. We hooked up again a few times during the movie we saw on Sunday, sitting in the car outside the theater, in her old bedroom in her parents house while they were down the hall. It was hard to be stealthy and keep her quiet as I slipped myself inside her underneath her skirt as we spooned — the door wide open for anyone to see if they came to check on us. It was worth the risk to be inside her.

She left again for a few months, packed up her things from where she lived across the country, broke up with her boyfriend, and moved back to town to be with me. We dated for almost five months and it was truly one of the most insane times of my life. She had been physically abused by her prior boyfriend and, in turn, decided that she liked being abused. She tried to talk me into hitting her and — when I refused over and over again — she took to hitting me. She abused drugs and alcohol regularly and roped me into way more drinking than I had ever done before.

The sex was still wild; almost addictive. We had sex in public parks or in the woods on popular trails. In the bathrooms of a few bars downtown. In the snow once during a crazy blizzard where we got trapped at my parents house — and then of course several times in my parents house during that snow-in as well. Eventually, all of the drinking and bad decisions caught up with me. I was struggling to be productive at work and was often late to the office. My friends were really concerned about me and they absolutely hated her. I was no longer the person that I wanted to be and I realized it was because I was changing and conforming trying to fit the mold of whatever it was she wanted me to be.

I made the tough call to break it off — which went horribly as you can imagine. It took a while for my friends, family, and job to see me get back to normal. I made a lot of tough life changes after that; gave up booze, moved to a new placed, changed jobs. If there were any one major lesson I learned for all of it — don’t chose a partner based on the excitement of the sex. Instead, pick a partner that isn’t a complete asshole.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n3x9vw/reconnecting_and_disconnecting_mf