Had the best sex with my ex on Valentine’s Day [MF]

Hi. This is my first ever post to any subreddit like this, so I hope it fits well. Some backstory, me (m21) and my girlfriend (f20) recently split up, but have tried to remain friendly and made plans to see each other on valentine’s day. This is my retelling of the events.

“Miss you” it read. Thoughts did laps round my head: what does she want? Should I say it back? Should I even be talking to her? I had to say something, I’d been typing, deleting, retyping for 5 minutes. Somehow, I decided that a painfully friendly invite to come over and watch a film and chat was the best response. Fuck, I thought to myself. I’ve literally just asked my ex to Netflix and chill, but before I could beat myself up over it, she accepted and told me she’d arrive in an hour.

I shouldn’t have grinned as much as I did, but I couldn’t help it. Ruby was the best person I’d ever met; a smile that would illuminate the night sky, hugs that would warm my heart, and a personality that made her just so easy to get along with. About a month had gone by since I had to stop calling her my girlfriend and we split up. Right person, wrong time as she’d put it, but I still love her. And any attempts I made at getting over her had failed.

Frantically scurrying around, tidying away the piles of mess that had emerged in this last month without her, I noticed my heart rate increase just at the thought of her and her luscious blonde hair. My brain fought back and I calmed myself, repeatedly telling myself that it’s nothing exciting. Just two friends chilling out for an evening. I was brought out of my mind by a gentle knock at the door.

A month may not be a long time, but going that long without laying your eyes on the face of someone you love makes seeing them again euphoric. It took all my strength to fight the urge to wrap my arms around and hold her tightly. We shyly exchanged a few awkward pleasantries as she took her coat and shoes off and transitioned to the living room. I could not tell you what the film we watched was about. It was good, I’m sure, but my mind was absent. Ruby’s scent filled my nostrils, and our closeness on my tiny two seater sofa teased the warmth of her body. It was a blissful agony sat there, with this imaginary boundary between us. My mind wandered to times where her head would be on my chest or she’d sit between my legs, and I had to sit on my hands to stop myself from pulling her in.

I noticed her shuffle a few times, trying to get comfortable and extend her legs without kicking my hip. I told her she could put her legs over me if she’d like, and she smiled and placed them over me. My hands quickly found her feet and started rubbing, as I always did when we were together. The moment I realised I pulled my hands away, “I’m sorry I didn’t realise I was doing that, force of habit” I said.

She laughed “it’s fine. My feet have been killing me recently. And my back too. I’ve been dying for a massage”

Now, I’m not good at many things. But massages are one of them, and she knew it, so I did the gentlemanly thing and offered up my services once the film had finished. With the end credits rolling, I told her to lay on the bed and take her top off and I’ll start on her back in a second. I grabbed some oil and went to join her.

Wow. My heart pounded again. There was something about seeing Ruby in my bed again, topless, that was just simply amazing. I regained my composure and took my stance next to the bed. “You comfy?” I asked and she replied with a nod. “Okay. Let me know if it’s too much pressure or anything”. I poured some oil in my hands, warmed it up, and placed my palms on her back. It was like grabbing an electric fence. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to take my hands away again. I was addicted to her touch. I let my fingers glide over her pale skin, pushing out any knots I could find, earning little whimpers with each one. Nothing stopping the flow, but for the bra strap that ran across her back. “It’s getting in the way?” Ruby’s muffled voice from face down in the pillow asked.

“Yeah. Want me to take it off?”

“Please”

I unclasped the bra with a level of effortlessness that surprised me and I continued the massage. I would occasionally let my hands slide down her side, brushing the side of her breast, encouraging quiet gasps from Ruby’s mouth. I traced her curves down to her legs.

“Would you like me to carry on down here?” I cooed.

She nodded.

“I’ll need to take off your trousers”

She nodded again. There was a tension between us that I think stole the words from her mouth. As I pulled her trousers down, she raised her butt and wiggled a little to make it easier to get her out of her clothes. God, she’s so sexy. I once more oiled up my hands and began to rub her legs, every so often allowing a finger to run under the hem of her underwear. I tried to break the quiet. “Is there any particular area you’d like me to focus on more?”

Ruby hummed an “mhmm” in response.

“Where?”

“Could you maybe do my butt a bit?” She innocently trailed off into a whisper.

“Sure” and before I could think anything else she was pulling down her underwear, exposing her bare, round ass. I could feel the blood start to flow, so I tried to distract myself as best I can. I asked Ruby her plans for the next few days. It was Valentine’s Day the next day. She told me she was working until late, but nothing else. I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “how would you feel about being my valentine?”

She raised her head a little to talk “is that you asking me?”

“Ruby would you be my valentine?”

“I’d love to”

What followed was a good 15 minutes of me massaging her, whilst we both made plans about seeing each other the next day after work, completely platonically. The situation made me chuckle.

I took the massage back up to the shoulders and contemplated asking her to turn. She’s already naked, and I’ve seen it all before, right? I told myself. This way I can just give her a good end to the massage, and practice some head holds I’d seen on the internet. Eventually, I convinced myself it was fine to ask and she obliged, revealing her supple, full breasts. At the centre, her usually inverted nipples stood too attention, screaming to be touched. I marvelled in the sight of her soft skin, as my eyes followed along her tummy, resting on her hips and her thighs, squeezed tightly together to hide what’s between them.

I dared not let her see me fuck her with my eyes, and before long began gently massaging her collar. Occasionally linking my gaze with her cool, ice blue eyes that rewarded me for not looking at all that was exposed. At the end, I placed my hands under her head, with my thumbs gently caressing her temples. 2-3 minutes of this supposedly reduces anxiety, and whole load of other stuff. I don’t know about that, but it looks relaxing.
She closed her eyes, and rested her head in my palms. Now my stare had nowhere to go. Her lips were trembling with each hot breath. Maybe her heart was pounding as hard as my own. Her soft lips like the cherry on top of a cake, a blast of vibrant colour on her pale face. Oh how I remembered the ecstasy of kissing them. I was lost, staring at her full lips. I was at my breaking point. There was nothing I could do.

“Ruby?” I mumbled

“Yeah?” she responded, eyes still closed.

“Can I kiss you?”

//Thanks for reading. This is my first ever post here so I welcome any criticism and feedback. I’ll be posting another part very shortly

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