[MF] Flying my college ex out during the pandemic to relive some memories

I got carried away writing up the backstory up to this – I’m equal parts ashamed and proud of pulling it off so I had to type it all out.

I live in NYC and back in the beginning of the pandemic I was getting really bored, and ended up making some pretty good bad-decisions. This is one of them.

Just for context, I’m in my late twenties, I work in finance, I for sure make the world a worse place, and as a result I make really good money. I don’t mean for this story to read like a male power-fantasy but it is kind of exactly what happened.

I’m 6’0 on the dot, I have a personal trainer that keeps me in relatively good shape, and I’ve spent a good deal of my finance money on some high quality tattoos and tailored clothing, so I tend to have a look that works well for at least some women. (I promise I also give money to charity but we’re not here to talk ethics…)

This story isn’t about me though. It is about Kristen, my college ex / FWB / bad influence who I’ve written about before [link](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a14c6s/revenge_fuck_with_my_exs_best_friend_on_her_desk/). She’s a petite dark-haired 5’1 woman who I’ve always remembered for her ass and her sharp-tongue. For those that need a visual aid, my friend once sent me this picture thinking someone had leaked Kristen’s nudes (they hadn’t but even I was convinced for a second). [link](https://i.imgur.com/xVmqDjT.jpg). We started fucking to get back at a different Ex of mine who cheated on me, but then kept going because we were so damn good at it.

We kept in touch for a bit after I graduated from our college. She was younger than me and so was still on campus, I went back to visit friends once or twice but somehow I’d always end up ditching them to track Kristen down. She definitely enjoyed being able to summon me from whatever party or activity I was at with a well-crafted snapchat or two, and I enjoyed putting my tongue on her clit so it was a good deal. But once she graduated there wasn’t much keeping us in touch anymore, I ended up working like crazy in finance and she was busy making the world a better place and got into the healthcare field (I’m being intentionally vague). Besides the occasional drunken snap we were pretty much strangers.

But I found myself thinking about her (totally innocently of course) when the pandemic really started to take off. I knew she was in healthcare somewhere in the south and imagined that it was a total firestorm, so one day when I was particularly bored pacing my apartment, I shot her a text.

“Hey was just thinking of you in all this craziness, hope you’re staying safe and sane down there!”

I set my phone down to look at Microsoft Excel for a bit but was surprised when I got a text back almost instantly.

“I want to kill everything and everyone all the time.”

“Kristen I think COVID-19 is already taking care of that.”

“Yeah but it’d be more satisfying if I could do it with my own hands.” I resisted the urge to reply with some innuendo this early and just replied.

“Well glad you are hanging in there and glad your sense of humor hasn’t changed at all…” and I left the conversation like that.

Later in the evening she restarted the conversation though.

“Hey thanks for checking in on me, really though, I appreciate it. I’m finally off-shift :) Now I can actually laugh at your contact photo”

She sent me a screenshot of my contact photo, where I look fresh-faced and a little clueless, and I took the opportunity to send her what I had in my phone for her, also looking decidedly college-age.

“See the thing is, I’m still just as cute tho :P” and this time she sent a selfie and goddamn if she didn’t look just the same.

“If anything I look better so I think I win”, I replied (after taking several pictures trying to accentuate the views of Manhattan out the window from my apartment while still getting some of my chest-tattoo in the shot).

“Wow really being subtle about showing off your penthouse views – douchebag” I should’ve known Kristen would call me out right away.

“Banter all you want you know it’s gorgeous.”

All of a sudden it was just like old times and we were catching up, giving each other shit, when she sent me an old photo where I am particularly wasted looking… not so respectable.

“Just remember I always have blackmail material.”

Before I could resist I’d responded with a picture of my own. She is on her knees grinning up at the camera, her fingers in the waistband of some sweatpants, just teasing them down… but the implication is there.

“Me too.”

“Hey now you shouldn’t have that – I’m spoken for.”

Fuck. I’m a feminist, I have some principles. I started to reply with an apology when she sent another text.

“😈”

“Want me to delete it?” I replied. And I watched the iPhone *typing* indicator pop-up, then go away, then pop-up, then:

“I guess you can keep it… Remember how fun I was now that you cant have me.” There were a lot of responses I wanted to reply with, but I couldn’t let her know she was winning.

“So who is the lucky guy?” That’s how I got to hear about Jason, her current boyfriend, he was also in healthcare (not a doctor), working very hard in the pandemic also, they barely saw each other because of the hours they were pulling but he was great etc. etc.

“What about you are you just riding out the pandemic in NYC alone or are you seeing someone?” She finally asked.

“My only companions are my houseplants and my view.” and I replied with a panoramic of my apartment. (Obviously not going to post MY view but it is something like this [link](https://twitter.com/earthescope/status/577627498848100352/photo/1).

“Wow Jason suddenly doesn’t seem so special LMAO”

By that point it was actually late at night so we exchanged a few more off-topic messages and I called it an evening. Fun catching up! Glad she was doing well. Jason must be nice. Maybe I have a few more photos of Kristen on an old hard-drive…

Nothing really came of it for a bit, I don’t think I heard more from her for a couple days, but then I got a snapchat – nothing untoward, just a selfie, so I sent one back. Then a few more snaps once in a while, maybe I snuck a gym snap in there for her, and maybe I noticed she screenshotted it.

“Hey now who said you could keep that.”

She replied right away “not like you don’t have plenty of me ;)”

“Not any new ones I don’t…” I shot back before I could think better of it. I didn’t get a reply for a bit, but before long the red square I was waiting for popped up. It was her in scrubs, half-turned, hiking them up so just the bottom half of her ass was out.

“Now we’re even 😈”

My brain went blank for a bit but then the plan came to me. I waited till I knew she’d be off work, and knew her BF would be working (I had, of course, made sure to figure his schedule out earlier).

After more tries than I care to admit at filming, I pressed send on a video of me reclining on my day-bed, hooking my thumb into my waistband, and slowly pulling down until my erect cock just started to bulge out. I have a pretty nice cock (or so I am told), nothing absurdly proportioned but enough above average that I don’t get complaints, and never have to be insecure. I captioned it:

“Now you owe me again.”

She watched it and this time I didn’t have to wait. I got a video back almost instantly. It was her, big eyes staring at the camera, before she sensuously stuck two fingers down her throat, before slowly pulling them out, sticking her tongue out, the drool forming a strand as she drew her hand away, before her expression changed, she tilted her head and smiled, and the video ended. My cock was throbbing excruciatingly. We didn’t talk for a few days.

She broke the silence a few days later texting me “Hey, so… Jason is going on vacation for a few days, he needs a break because he’s getting burnt out.”

I was honestly busy with work at the time so I couldn’t reply, but when I looked again later she’d followed up.

“😈”

“Why aren’t you going with him? I’m sure you’re burned out too.” I was really trying to play it cool via text.

“Because Dumbass, I told him I didn’t want to go camping and ruin his time with the guys, but instead I’m going to go lounge by the pool at a my Mom’s place.”

“And are you going to go lounge by the pool at your Mom’s place?” I replied.

“No, you’re going to fly me up to NYC.” Now THAT was vintage Kristen.

“So… next weekend?” I shot back instantly.

“No, this Friday 😇”

I didn’t think, I didn’t negotiate, I jumped on Delta and fifteen minutes later I shot her back tickets. Comfort+ if you must know.

“I’ll schedule you an Uber from the airport.”

I basically sat around staring at my apartment door for the rest of the week unable to focus. Finally, there was a knock.

I opened the door and there stood all 5’1 of Kristen. She was in a flow-y sundress I swear I recognized from college. Somehow she hadn’t aged at all I swear to god. She strode right past me with her suitcase like she owned the place.

She walked right over to the window and put both hands up against it, practically pressing her cheek against it looking out. I’d followed in her footsteps, breathing down her neck, she craned her head to look back at me.

“Ok you’ve got me, It’s a pretty nice view.”

My mind went blank as I tried to think of what to say, but my body took over, and I attacked her instead. I got one fistful of the sun dress and hiked it up her legs while I pressed her up against the glass. My lips met hers angrily and she let out a little gasp, and pressed her ass back against me.

It took me about five seconds making out to realize she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress. I was still trying to process that information before she’d spun around and grabbed my head, pulling it down to kiss at her neck. Her skin was so pale and I sunk my teeth into it. Again she gasped, but pushed my head lower. I slipped her shoulders out of the sun dress and suddenly her breasts soared free, and I took one nipple into my mouth. Again she pushed my head lower.

“So demanding” I growled up at her.

“I just want you” she purred, staring at me with such intensity.

I yanked the dress all the way down and kneeled in front of her, staring up as she spread herself out and pressed her back against the cool glass. She angled her hips forward and I cupped her ass in my hands and dug my fingers in. I paused for a second just to take it all in. Kristen, here again, as hot as I remembered, even hotter.

Then I put my mouth on her and tasted at first gently, rubbing my scruff up against her thighs, letting my tongue rove around a bit before settling in with pressure on her clit. I moved in slow circles before I slipped a finger inside, caressing in tandem, then two, then with more energy. She was panting the way she used to.

“Oh gods.” I’d heard her say it so many times before.

“Oh fuck oh fuck” I picked up my pace and she dug her fingers into my hair, mashing herself against me. I waited for her moans to reach a fever pitch before I stopped all of a sudden, reached back and grabbed her wrists, I stood up as gracefully as I could, and pulled her hands over her head. I leaned in to kiss her so she could taste herself on my beard.

This time, I forced her down to her knees, looking out over the skyline, holding her hands over her head, and she looked up at me and opened her mouth.

With one hand I secured my grip on both her wrists, pulled myself free of my boxers, and forced myself down her throat slowly, but steadily. I remembered Kristen’s gag reflex well, I knew she could take it.

For three slow thrusts I just basked in the moment. Then with my free hand, I pulled out my phone.

“Do you feel like remembering this?” I asked.

“Mhmmm” she moaned back, and I hit record.

After thirty more seconds that felt like an eternity, I had to stop or it’d be too much for me. I pulled free with a *pop* and she grinned at me.

“OK, now we’re actually even.” She said. I nodded in response. Then I picked her up bodily and carried her over to the bed.

“But the viewww” she whined.

I threw her down and flipped her over, her legs hanging off the mattress found purchase on the ground, and she stuck her ass up and swayed.

“We’ve got all weekend.” I half-groaned back, before I forced myself inside her.

I knew I wouldn’t last long, not after everything, not after this wait, and so instead I just went for power. I pounded into her, and smacked her pale ass, aiming to leave the red handprints I knew she loved.

“Fuck me yes yes yes” she started, practically chanting.

I took a little break to roll her onto her back and pushed her legs all the way back. She clasped her hands over her mouth to muffle her moans as they peaked. I put my thumb on her clit while I fucked her harder, pressing my whole body against her, and I noticed myself shaking before I realized I was beyond the limit, and burst inside her. She locked her legs behind me and we stayed like that for a spell. Panting, sweaty, pulsing, intertwined together. I pulled away to take a deep breath.

“Ok I take it back, we aren’t even.” She said suddenly.

I cocked an eyebrow, trying to look casual which wasn’t working at all as I my breathing was still so ragged.

“You didn’t let me cum earlier, so you still owe me.”

I grinned at her.

“I promise I can make it up to you…”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p23hv6/mf_flying_my_college_ex_out_during_the_pandemic