I know the term “nemesis” sounds like a bit of a stretch but we were young and the falling out between my “ex” and his bandmate felt like the end of the world.
After my ~~relationship~~ “situationship” with my ex ended, I was still stuck around him because his bandmates were very close friends of mine. However, I’d always try my best to avoid meeting him unless absolutely necessary.
We were in university together and it was one of the days where he managed to piss me off to the point where I decided to leave. I stepped out of the university gates to call for a cab but bumped into my ex’s “nemesis”. The guy was in the same year as me and we were pretty close, so he knew I was pissed and somehow knew why.
We spoke for a bit, shared a cigarette and essentially bitched about what an asshole my ex is (lol). “Why don’t you come over for a beer? I moved into a new house and it’s pretty cool” he asks. I agree, hop into his car, grab a few beers and we head home. Beer with my hot, broody, drummer friend, what could go wrong?
6 bottles, one single bed, a very sexy lava lamp and the two of us – the angry drummer boy and the heartbroken singer. It’s like a rom-com waiting to happen.
5 empty bottles later, we decided to watch something while drinking the last one. Phones are out, minds are in a haze and the laughter does not stop (we were watching some standup comedian). Surprisingly, it was turning out to be a pretty platonic afternoon. Platonic but fun.
“My back is fucking killing me,” he says. *Guess I spoke too soon*
“If that’s your way of asking for a massage, it’s pretty fucking shit,” I tell him while rolling my eyes.
“Oh come on! You’re like so light. Just walk on my back, I swear it really hurts these days” He whines and I roll my eyes. We were already on out stomach, so I get up and start positioning myself.
“Fine! Just for a bit. But stay still, I’m a little drunk and might fall” I slur a little.
For the next couple of minutes, the man moans and appreciates me like I’m giving him the best head but it was just me massaging the right spots. I would be lying if I say the noises he made weren’t turning me on. But, this was a platonic friend hang with a back massage thrown in the mix (I kept reminding myself).
“Fuck, this is so good, it’s actually turning me on” he blurted out mid-massage and I froze. I got off his back, feet on either side. “What did you say?” I asked him and he turned around to lay on his back. His hands crept up my legs and pushed my knees in a way that I fell right on his stomach. Wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer, inches away from his lips,
“I said this was so good, it’s turning me on”
I swear I felt my stomach drop. I gathered up all the courage I had in my tiny body and I kissed him. Hard. Hungry. Desperate. My need was met in equal measure and it wasn’t long until my clothes were being ripped apart (carefully though, I did have to go home).
I was dripping, I don’t know how but I was. Maybe it was the beer, or the kiss, or just the fact that he was hot and we had been in such close proximity but I was ready. He could tell I was, yet, he rubbed his cock on my wet slit. He had me in place with one hand and I couldn’t do much about it except writhe and moan and beg.
One thrust and he was in. It took me a couple of minutes to adjust to his size and I might have even mentioned that he’s bigger than I expected. The next couple of minutes were a blur, one moment he was fucking me on the back. The next, I was being lifted off the bed while he was still in me and I felt my back touch the cold wall. I suppose he didn’t like that position much because he then walked over to his study table and placed me there.
The beer bottles rattled as he thrust in me over and over. I was dizzy and breathless and to this day, can feel how I felt then, in every inch of my body. I was in heaven even though I did cum (I only started orgasming in my mid-20s).
He must’ve been close because he slowed the thrusts. Making me feel everything, every vein, every ridge while my pussy was leaking all over him. He placed me back on the bed, the lava lamp glowing bright on the table next to us and between slow, deep thrusts, he said “You look beautiful in this light. I want to see your face illuminate like this in every goddamn shade”
I swear I stopped breathing. He pulled out, flipped me and came all over my ass. Then, graciously, cleaned me up. We cuddled, danced to Bryan Adams, and finished the rest of the beer.
And I went home, happy and dick drunk.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v3fu8p/fucking_my_exs_nemesis_f