[FF] Forgetting My Ex By Getting Fucked By A Woman For The First Time

I broke up with Brady weeks before, and yet I was still thinking about him. I thought about how things could’ve ended differently. How we could have gotten married. How we could have had a family. We started dating when I was 19, but at this point I was 21–we dated for nearly 2 years.

I spent those first few weeks in mourning over a love I imagined could exist, but in reality probably wasn’t even there. I drank alot, had meaningless bad sex with a few guys from school, but my spirit remained weighted.

I was in school, it shouldn’t have been too hard to find something to replace that relationship with.

My style gradually changed over time. I was never really a fashionista befire–my go to getup consisted of hooded sweatshirts, jeans, and plain grey, white, tan, or black underwear. As time went by after the breakup though, I tried dressing more my age. I bought skirts, trendy tops that showed off some cleavage. I bought heels, and rose red lipstick. I purchased colorful, silky, lacey, strappy, and barely there underwear, bras, and even a few lingerie pieces, though I didn’t have anyone to wear any of it for. It was for me, really. After wearing my new look for a bit, my self esteem began to return. Still I didn’t feel ready to really start dating again. Where would I even start?

But you know what I missed the most? The sex. Many mornings in the shower as the suds rinsed from my naked body, I remembered it. I would ease a finger in my pussy with a low moan as I recalled the time in the dorm hot tub. I caressed my nipples with my free hand as I remembered his cock in my mouth, or him folding my legs behind my head while burying his dick as deep as it could reach. These memories often carried me over the edge, causing me to tilt my head back and shake as I came in the shower. If nothing else, I needed someone to really connect with sexually.

I was in my creative writing class when I was paired with someone I’d never spoken too. Her name was Brittany, but she told me to call her Britt.

“So what are you writing about?” She asked.

Britt looked at me with her penetrating hazel eyes, framed by her golden blonde hair, which she chose to wear down, and which draped over her shoulders.

“Oh…yes…well it’s actually an idea I started developing in high school.” I said quickly, stumbling over my words.

“Cool.”

We talked about what we were working on, but soon personal things from our lives came up in our conversation as we got past the facade of the introductory phase.

“So how’d you come up with this part of the story?” She asked.

“My boyfriend Brady actually thought of it….”

“Oh you have a boyfriend…that’s cool. What’s he like?”

It seemed weird for Britt (someone I had barely met) to be asking about him, but I figured she was just bring friendly.

“It doesn’t matter….we broke up about six weeks ago.” I admitted.

Britt touched my hand and made eye contact, as if trying to convey her sympathy through her gaze before asking. “Are you doing ok?”

And I poured it out. All of it. I told her how I was feeling. What he was like. How angry I was at him. how sad I was because of him. I left out how horny I had become though.

“Holy hell! That was alot.”

I dropped my gaze to my lap. Surely I had already chased away my new friend. I probably sounded so desperate for attention and sympathy.

“Well, hey, group discussion is almost over, but I have a party at my house this weekend. You should come! Get yourself some social self-care time.”

“Yeah, that actually sounds really great.” I said.

“Cool, let’s trade numbers.” She gave me her number, and I texted her mine and now we were automatic friends. That’s how that works right?

“I’m glad I finally paired with you, Jenni. Text me later!”

We returned to our seats and finished class.

Friday night approached and Britt hadn’t forgotten about me. She sent me her address and told me that I had better be there.

As I approached Britt’s house, I could already hear the bass pumping from inside. I felt nervous. It had been a while since I had been to a party. I wondered what kind of people would be there, and who I would meet. I went through several wardrobe changes before the party before I settled on a flavored red skirt with a white cap-sleeved top with a v neck that showed off a subtle (yet still noticeable) amount of cleavage. The outfit hugged my body in the important parts, and hid the imperfections well enough.

After ringing the doorbell, the door swing open. Brittany stood in a sapphire blue summer dress that stopped above her knees. She looked amazing, and it took me back how attracted to her I felt. I had never had a problem admitting when I was attracted to a woman, but this went beyond mere attraction–I could feel the attraction throughout my entire body.

Britt smiled and lunged giving me a big hug. “I’m so glad you made it, Jenni!”

“Thanks….you look great.” I admitted awkwardly.

Britt stifled a giggle and winked. “Looking quite lovely yourself, babe. Come in! Let me introduce you to my friends.”

Once the awkward introductions had concluded, I found myself sitting in the living room with about 10 other ladies, all with a red solo cup filled with boxed wine or beer. I poured myself a drink and joined them. We talked about literature, politics, current events. I poured myself another drink, and then another. Empty cups were strewn across the floor and our laughter grew more boisterous as the night went on. I found myself really getting along with these girls, and for the first time in a long time, not thinking about my ex.

I sat next to Britt on the couch whose crossed legs were touching mine, given the crowded space. She turned and half-whispered to me.

“Want a tour of the house?” Britt asked, her speech a little slurred.

“Sure! Let’s see the great Brittany’s digs,” I responded, probably equally slurred.

We got up, and Britt told the group she was going to show me where the bathroom was. Which was weird. Why would she lie about showing me the house, I thought.

It was actually a pretty big house.

“So how do you afford this place?” I asked ” I mean you’re in college like me…do your parents pay for it?”

Britt explained that she actually shared the house with 5 of those other girls and that they split the rent so that costs are not too unaffordable.

We stopped at the last room. “Voila!” Britt announced. “My room, where, you know, all the magic and stuff happens.”

Photos of family and friends lined the walls, and in the middle of the room stood a queen sized bed, with a dresser and closet on the far side.

“I love it. Feels comfortable!’

Britt moved to her stereo atop her dresser and pushed play. “Can’t feel my face” by The Weeknd started playing over the party below.

“You want another drink?” Brittany asked, moving to close the door behind us.

“Sure…” Not actually sure what was going on.

Britt pulled a small chest from under her bed and reached inside, pulling out a bottle of vodka. She stepped toward me and filled my solo cup back up enough for a shot.

She clinked get bottle with my cup and drank a shot straight from the bottle before motioning for me to drink mine.

“So….why are you being so nice to me, Brittany?” I asked.

” I don’t know…..I guess I could tell that you needed a friend ”

“Well….you’re sweet ”

“Well…” She slid closer to me on her bed. “It also helps that you’re really pretty.”

“Oh.” I laughed nervously. “I don’t know what to say…that’s so sweet…I mean, you’re really pretty too, prettier than me anyway….”

Brittany leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. I paused. Frozen. Brittany’s eyes closed. Mind wide open in shock. I had kissed a girl before, but that was just practice when I was younger, for the boys. This was definitley not practice. As the shock faded, I closed my eyes and paid attention to the touch of Brittany soft lips on mine. I moved my mouth so that our lips formed together. We kissed as I felt trace her tongue inside my inner lip. We stopped and slowly broke the connection.

“That felt good.” Brittany said.

“Yeah…that was…I mean…I didn’t know you were…I mean it felt…”

Brittany leaned in again and kissed me with more force than before. My mind emptied except for the feeling of her mouth on mine. I brought my hand to the back of Britt’s head, entertaining my fingers in her hair and pulling her lips in tighter. Our tongues freely explored each other’s mouths, while Brittany slowly slide her hand up the back of my shirt.

She stopped and broke for air.

“I want to touch you.” Britt told me with confidence, but also in a way where she was clearly asking for approval.

I paused. This was a lot. I had never felt this way about another woman. I had never experienced this side of myself before.

“Do it.” I said, trying to his my nerves.

Brittany smiled and gently guided me to the headboard of her bed. “Relax” she said. “Close your eyes.” I did as she commanded.

My senses heightened, I felt Brittany’s lips on my neck, while her fingers brushed my knee, thnlen my thighs, slowly tracking them further north.

“Oh God,” I let out. Brittany places her hand under my thigh and slowly pulled it to the side, spreading my legs in the process. She lifted my skirt lighty. The combination of kisses, lips, tongue, and breath on my skin, and my slight intoxication overwhelmed me. I made out a faint wisp of pussy in the air, which I was sure was emanating from between my legs. My excitement. My wetness.

“Oh. Ohh.” I whispered.

Brittany now had my skirt over my waist, so my only protection was a pair of yellow lacey panties, which wasn’t any protection at all. Britt’s lips pressed further into my neck, my arousal heightened to near unprecedented levels when I felt Brittany pull my panties to the side and slip a finger into my pussy.

“Fuck.”

She pulled her lips from my neck to look me in the eyes, but continuing to slowly finger me, spreading my lubrication around.

“Am I your first?” Brittany asked.

“With a woman.” I said, surprised by how out if breath I already sounded. My cunt dripping in further anticipation.

“I’m honored” she smiled, before pulling my panties slowly down my legs, getting me to spread my legs wider in the process.

Brittany inserted a second finger into my trimmed pussy, forcing a gasp from my lips.

“Oh my God, Britt. It….feels so good…” I managed. We kissed again. Her lips on mine, then on my ear lobe, then my neck, then my collarbone, my weakness.

Without hesitation, Brittany moved in front of me on her knees and dipped her tongue and mouth between my legs. I heard and felt her moan as she tasted my honey for the first time, her tongue sending shivers through my spine.

Brittany’s skills giving head were unmatched to any man I had ever been with. The skill in her tongue unreplicatable. She circled my clit and made long strokes starting from my perennium. As I was getting eaten out, my mind raced through all of my other “firsts.” The feeling of a cock in my mouth for the first time. Losing my virginity. Anal. Facials. Creampies. Then to all the best fucks I’ve had. I was close as Britt moaned into my pussy.

“I’m gonna cum! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I exclaimed, bucking my pussy against Britt’s face hard until it overtook me–a back arching orgasm so good I couldn’t make a sound. Pleasure washed through every cell of me–throbbing, aching pleasure.

I opened my eyes as it subsided.

Brittany smiled. “How was it?”

“Gawwwdd, Britt! It was amazing.” I groaned beneath the hands that were now covering my face in embarrassment.

“I’m glad you enjoyed.”

I pulled my hands from my face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before.”

“Better than your ex-boyfriend, Brady?”

“Brady who?” I responded jokingly. “So, um…do you want me to…return the favor?” I said with nervous intrigue.

“Damn right, but I’m not done with you yet!” Becky announced. “Stand up for me.” She said, standing up as well.

I watched as Brittany peeled off her dress to reveal she was naked underneath it except for a pair of matching blue panties.

She had smaller breasts than me, with very fair and small areolas.

“Your turn.” She smiled. “Strip for me, Lana.”

I bit my lip and began fumbling with my outfit as Brittany mounted the bed again, leaning against the headboard where I had just had that mind melting orgasm moments earlier.

I played along with the music, trying my hardest to appear tantalizing while I took my clothes off. I swayed my hips in the air and pulled my tops off, grabbing my breasts over my bra as I watched Brittany slip her fingers inside her panties and begin to masturbate in front of me.

I strippedy skirt off and watched as my new loved sized me up in my recently purchased underwear that barely contained my boobs and ass.

I unhooked my bra, exposing my breasts, my nipples stiff in the warm air. Brittany let out a moan upon seeing them.

I moved onto the bed, and straddles Brittany hips. And proceeded to grind into her lap, feeling her fingers moving rapidly against her clit.

I grew bold. “Do you want to fuck me, Britt?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“I want to fuck you. I want every perfect inch of you!” She replied breathless, her body writhing.

I played with myself atop her. Wetting my finger with my pussy before rubbing it over my own nipples, and slipping the other hand into my panties.

The backs of our hands warred against each other while we masturbated together. Brittany orgasmed first, and I leaned over her chest to take a nipple in my mouth as she did. When she stopped, she slid from underneath me and told me to get off the bed.

“Now bend over for me.” She ordered.

“Like this?” I asked, leaning forward and steadying myself against the Chevron bedspread.

“Yes, but wider.”

I spread myself wider and felt my arousal building again as I stood in such a naughty pose.

“Close your eyes. Don’t you dare peek!”

Done. The room went silent. I heard a drawer open and shut, and what sounded like a belt getting buckled. I felt Britt’s presence return directly behind me, and suddenly felt a long object part my pussy lips.

“Do you want me inside of you, Lana?” I heard from behind.

“God, yes.” I begged. And with that, the full length of Brittany’s strap-on entered me

“Oh fuck! Oh my god!” I cried as she rapidly pushed into my very well lubricated fuck hole.

“How do you like my cock, Lana? Do you like when I fuck you?”

“Oooohhh myyy!” The toy felt humongous and stiff and it was definitley ribbed for extra pleasure.

As I got fucked from behind, Brittany’s e hands teased my anus.

We didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I pushed back to meet each of Brittany’s thrusts until one final thrust rammed me home and my second orgasm of the night pushed me into the twilight zone.

“Oooooohhhh fuccccckkk! Aaaaahhh!” I moaned under my breath in conjunction with my orgasm. After that cum, I passed out on Brittany’s bed, snuggled into her naked body, the fake cock wet with my juices pressed against my back.

The next morning was the first one in weeks where my first thought was about anything other than my ex.

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