The sweetest girl I ever dated [FF]

*Upon reflection, I’m kind of glad we never worked out or I probably would have married this girl. She was the whole package, but I’m glad I ended up with my husband.*

I met a girl ironically through a dude I used to fuck when I went to visit him. I asked if she was bi when I met her and he told me he doubted it. Later he mentioned it in passing to her and it turns out she was actually quite curious. She dated a woman shortly after and then reached out to me.

Good lord, she was smart. She intimidated me, but was so humble and unassuming I’m not sure she even noticed how much more brilliant she was than me. She was in this writing program and wrote these beautiful poems that were so emotional I felt them in my damn bones.

She also wrote me erotic stories.

Y’all can actually all thank her for this account because I started writing erotic stories when I was with her. We’d write pages and pages of what we wanted to do to each other. I was once in the library when I got one of her stories and had to run to the bathroom to get myself off.

Fuck, her stories were hot.

I got addicted to them. There was one about how she wanted to form a dessert tray on my body and then remove each item with her mouth.

She’d also just randomly do things like send me cookies or leave me drunk voicemails about how beautiful I was. TBH, there was absolutely nothing wrong with her. She was smart, beautiful, and far too kind for this cold world. I didn’t even want to date at the time, but I would have made an exception for her if we had lived in the same place.

Sadly, fate had other plans.

She was in a very difficult writing program and I was in law school. We lived on different coasts and had a hard time getting together. As a result, our relationship never came to fruition.

We did get one night together though.

She randomly had a layover in my city and managed to push her flight back until the following morning. This only left is with ten hours, but I’d take what I could get.

In behavior that certainly broke the mold form young V, I picked her up from the airport with flowers. After months of sexual tension she didn’t even hesitate and threw her arms around me so that we could start making out.

*Side note: then some asshole took a photo of us and I flipped shit, pulled out some legal jargon, and threatened to sue him if he didn’t delete it. I REALLY don’t like it when people treat public displays between two women like porn.*

Anyway, we went out to dinner because she was starving and I needed to diffuse some tension. She had told me she moved very slow physically and I had to collect myself. When she ordered a third drink I stopped her.

“I think it’s important we both stay sober,” I said.

“Why?”

“Um… because we’re attracted to each other and I want to make sure you feel good about everything.”

*Sometimes things from past partners stick with me.*

She got kind of weird when we got back to her place. First off, she was a sensitive soul who got a little nervous. Second, she knew I was seeing other people and she didn’t like it.

When we got to my bedroom I put on music and sat on the floor when she sat on my bed.

“Is this how you usually do it?” She asked.

“What?”

“Hook up with people?”

I started laughing because that was absurd. “You’re overestimating my game. Plus, I don’t usually talk to someone for four months online before they’re on my bed.”

“We can’t have sex.”

“That’s cool.”

“You can see me naked.”

This was a first. And no, in my experience this isn’t a “queer girl thing” or anything like that. She just… wanted me to see her naked.

*In her defense, if I looked like her I’d probably want my love interest to see me naked too.*

I gawked at her for a bit as I tried to sort out what seeing someone naked without fucking them would look like. “So like… you’d undress?”

“Yeah.”

“Why do you feel comfortable with that but not… ?”

She explained she had posed naked for a couple of artists and actually felt ok about presenting her body like that, but when someone touched her she got very attached and it was hard. That made sense to me.

“So you want to just undress?”

“Yeah I think it will relieve my nerves and diffuse the tension.”

*Unlikely but I’m not going to say no.*

So that’s how the sweetest girl I’ve ever met stood up and undressed. Her clothes were off in a matter of seconds and I was left staring at her in disbelief.

Alright, I usually don’t use physical descriptors to conceal identities (and out of respect to my past partners), but it seems essential to this story.

Jesus, this woman was beautiful.

Her hair was a dark mess of curls just past her shoulders. She had the most beautiful brown skin that I swear almost looked gold against the light. Her breasts that put my c cups to shame and her ass was pure muscle because she had been an athlete in college. That last bit is probably why she had a six pack as well. I think I gasped when I took her in. She was short but kind of presented as a tall person because her limbs were long and she stood up very straight.

*Awwww, I actually hope one day I feel comfortable to send this to her. She hates her body.*

There are a lot of things I could have said at that moment, but for some inexplicable reason I just commented that she had a tattoo.

“It’s a saying in the country where I was born.”

I can’t quite remember what the saying what but it was about being grateful for your body because it carries you to each joyful moment.

“This moment is joyful,” I laughed.

“That’s good to know.”

“Do you… want me to get naked?”

She shook her head. “It’d be too tempting.”

“If you get dressed, can we make out?”

“No… but you can kiss my body.”

“Like… your naked body?”

“From the waist up.”

*Ok, I realize this is odd. I realize she was a little odd, but part of me wonders if she wasn’t on to something. She was so good about saying EXACTLY what she was comfortable with, and that’s sexy in its own right.”

I stood up and walked over to her.

“Only your mouth,” she said. “No hands.”

*I don’t know why, but this is was very erotic.*

I walked in a circle and finally got behind her and kissed her shoulder. I moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck and ear. I slid my tongue back down and then kissed her back. I moved to her front and kissed her cheek before I moved my mouth down her chin, neck and collarbone.

I bent down and kissed her breasts gently and then licked them slightly. I stopped and looked up to make sure she was ok, and she smiled and told me to keep going. I stayed there for a while. It’s the only time I’ve done this with only my tongue, and it’s pretty fun. I alternated between them, putting each breasts in my mouth as I licked and gently bit her. She kept gasping but held her hands behind her back.

She shuddered, but kept standing up as I got on my knees and kissed her belly button. I blew on her stomach gently and then licked her slowly, moving up from her waist.

“You know… my mouth is good in other places too,” I said as I sat back.

She shook her head and then got dressed. That was it.

“You think I’m weird,” she said.

“No, I think you know who you are and what you want. It’s actually pretty hot, if not frustrating on a biological level. I must say this did little to diffuse the tension though.”

“I’m using you, I’m sorry.”

“You can use me as much or as little as you want. I just like you.”

We talked for a couple of hours until it was late in the night. She told me she wanted a relationship and I told her I didn’t see how we could date long distance with our schedules the way they are.

*In my experience, long distance can work if (1) there’s an endpoint and (2) you’re both willing to sacrifice time and money. I did not have time or money at this time.*

She was understanding and finally asked me to kiss her. I put my hand to her cheek and rubbed my thumb a few times before I put my mouth to hers. We kissed very, very slowly for at least five minutes. We barely even used tongue. I let her take the lead, and she finally parted my lips and let her tongue fall into my mouth.

That fucking tongue.

She swirled it around my mouth with such devastating control it sent a shiver down my back. She finally pulled me on top of her and let our bodies rub each other as we sped up the pace of our make out. She put her hand in my hair and let it fall around her. I put my hand to her waist and pulled her toward me. The moment I lifted my knee between her legs, she stopped me and we both sat back up.

“One day I’d really like to do that,” she whispered.

“I hope one day we do.”

She left shortly after and we stopped talking. She got a boyfriend and I got an internship that took up 90% of my time

The hell of it is, she moved to my city five years later. We’re still friends. We hang out every few months to catch up and she really likes my husband. Out of all my exes, I actually think he likes her the best.

Timing is just a bitch.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uw56vp/the_sweetest_girl_i_ever_dated_ff