I dated the same guy for most of high school. I was religious and terrified of getting pregnant so we never went “all the way.”
*Without getting into substance because I was a minor for most of it, we did do other things I still need young, religious V to justify to my older self, but whatever.*
He actually cheated on me and we broke up. We were literal children so in time I had no hard feelings, but we didn’t talk very often.
*He has no social media and neither of us are big texters.*
Years later, sadly we had a mutual friend we were both really close with pass away. I guess the two of us had lost touch with most people from our hometown so we ended up sitting together at his funeral.
It was an extremely difficult affair. Afterward we cried and cried in his car and just held each other in the church parking lot.
*I wonder where this is going? Grief makes you do weird things.*
So at one point he told me he still loved me and missed me. I think it was the heaviness of the day, but we ended up making out.
*Hooking up with an ex is weird. It’s strangely familiar.*
I crawled into his lap to straddle him and let him run his hands through my hair as we kissed between sobs.
“Whoa! Are you not wearing underwear?” He asked at some point.
“I’m wearing pantyhose. It’s the same thing.”
“No it’s not, but I like it. This is new.”
We continued making out and started dry humping a little harder. I was rubbing myself so aggressively against him I was actually building pretty quickly.
He reached up and ripped my damn pantyhose. Holy fuck, it was so hot.
He shrugged. “You’re wearing a miniskirt and heels. I can’t help it.”
*And here I thought I had left car hookups in my past. Law school made me very paranoid about public sex.*
I nodded for him to continue. He tears them more so he can finger me and immediately puts three fingers inside of me. Even when I cry out a little in pain he pushes in.
*He knows me well. He was always good with his fingers.*
He flips me over so I’m laying back with him on top. He had really long hands and could do this magical trick where he would rub his palm against my clit while he fingered me. I move my hips against him and try to remember the last time I came. I had been so bummed about everything it had been days since I last got off. I rode his hand and let him kiss along my body as he cried and continued to tell me how much he missed me.
*Normally this level of intimacy would freak me out, but we had already been in love so this actually felt pretty natural.*
“I’ve missed the way you sound when you come. I want to hear it.”
I grabbed his face and put my mouth to his ear so I could moan his name as I orgasmed.
I climbed back on top of him and we started dry humping again. “Fuck me,” I told him.
“Like actually fuck you? Like go inside of you?”
“Yes, please!”
*Again we had never done that before. We were past due.*
He got nervous.
“I… can’t fuck you here.”
“Here?”
“This is my church.”
I think I might have laughed. I truly thought he was joking until I saw his expression drop. “Are you serious? You go to church?”
*I promise this becomes relevant later.*
“When I’m in town, yeah. I go this church. I go to one in [his new city] now too.”
“When did you get religious?”
He shrugged. “I guess med school.”
“Doesn’t that usually have the opposite effect?”
“Ok, we’ll since when do you have sex?”
I shrugged. “I’m not religious anymore.”
“Oh…”
*This was our biggest fight when we were together- we were just on opposite ends.*
“So… would God be cool with you fucking me in a different parking lot or what?”
“Ok, fine. Let’s just go to our old spot.”
On the way, he started laughing when we turned a corner. “You gave me road head here once.”
I stuck one of his fingers in my mouth and started sucking on it gently. “I remember.”
“Fuck,” he cried as he almost ran off the road. “You give the best head Btw. Have guys told you that?”
“Yes.”
“A lot of guys?”
“Dude, shut up.”
He smiled at me. “Make me?”
And that is how as a grown-ass woman who has sworn off car sex, I got on the floor of this man’s car and put his dick on my mouth.
I almost forgot how much I love sucking his dick. The familiarity mixed with the novelty of that moment was so hot. He also *finally* put his hand in my hair and pushed me down- an act he had been too afraid to do back in the day.
“Fuck, I love your mouth.”
I fucked him with my mouth so good too. I licked his balls until he was shaking. I then went very, very slow and built my way uo until he was fully down my throat. By the time I had picked up and started a continuous rhythm, he was cursing above me about how it was hard to stay on the road.
“You love my dick in your mouth, right?”
I gave an approving moan.
“Do you want to swallow my cum?” He asked as he pushed my head down.
I gave my head a nod.
“Swallow,” he commanded as he came in my mouth.
*Awwww, the taste of the first cum I had ever swallowed. Good times.*
“God I do love sucking you off,” I said as I came up for air.
He parked in our usual spot and smiled at me. “I need just a minute.”
Understood.
“So,” he continued. “I can’t imagine you fucking random men.”’
“And women.”
He blinked. “Women?”
“Yep, I fuck women.”
“That… explains a lot. You made out with so many girls.”
“You liked it:”
“I did.” He smiled. “Can you… what’s it like?”
*Fuck yes. This is my time to shine.*
I told him about the time my girlfriend handcuffed me and made me get on my knees and beg her to fuck me. I told him about the time my girlfriend got jealous and got me off with a vibrator in a Panera parking lot. I told him about the time I went down on a girl at a church halfway through a wedding (that one was really just to fuck with him). I told him about the time I went down on my roommate after a breakup.
“Fuck that’s hot,” he said.
“What about you? What have you been up to in that deportment?”
“Well, not to brag, but I did a gynecology rotation and fingered a lot of women.”
*Was he deflecting? Surely not. Whatever.*
“Uhhhhhh, don’t fucking say that. I don’t want to think of my gynecologist as a real person.”
“Is your doctor hot?”
“Shut up.”
“Make me?”
And that’s when we went at it again. I didn’t have underwear on at all now so I was full-on just straddling him within seconds and rubbing to get myself off. He pulled my dress down and started fondling me, biting down as he put a breast in his mouth. I was moaning above him as I played with his hair. I wanted to fuck him so bad. This fuck was years in the making.
There was just one problem… he wasn’t hard.
He apologized as I pulled his pants down and I told him I completely understood. I tried to put my mouth back on it but there was very little movement.
“We can just keep making out until you’re ready,” I told him. And so I climbed back on top and we kept making out for a while.
Until it hit me.
I slammed him into the car seat with my palms. “Why are you religious now?”
“What? I told you I got religious during school. Let’s keep going.”
“Dude. *Why* did you get religious during school?”
*In all of our debauchery there was only one time he wasn’t able to get hard and it was directly after he had…*
“My girlfriend is religious,” he sighed.
*There it is.*
I climbed off of him and scrambled to the other side of the car. “Dude, you’re *still* a cheater?”
“V, we’re not even that serious. Let’s just get over this and keep going.”
*They were. They got married.*
“Take me back to my car now.”
He tried to make small talk exactly one time on the ride back to my car. “You’re hair is blonder. I miss the red.”
“Well your dick is limper. I miss the erection.”
*It’s hard to come back from that one.*
I actually don’t hate him. He’s a prick, but I wish him the best. He meant a lot to me in my youth so there’s still love there.
Bro if you read this though, stop fucking cheating on people.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rv56k1/fool_me_twice_shame_on_me_fm