how I became a rebound pt. 3 [MF]

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I don’t know if anyone cares, but surprise! It wasn’t the end of it, by a long shot, and I am here to continue the story. Just to clarify that what had happened was 100% true, maybe I may not remember the dialogues clearly, as it’s been almost 6 months, but the overall experience is definitely true.

To recap a story.

1. Met a drunk woman who just got out of relationship, and did not do anything with her while she was under the influence
2. Had an angry message from her, demanding to know what kind of creep I am
3. Then received an apologetic message and was asked out on, looking back at it, a date
4. After the date, had fucked like I have never fucked before, more than once.
5. To be continued.

And also, sorry in advance, unlike the other ones, this is going to be quite vanilla.

So, as we are walking back to her place, holding hands, she asked me if I could give her a hug. I was little surprised, I mean, with all due respect, we have fucked like two degenerates so far, and we had gone past the point of asking each other for a hug, right? But the way she asked was genuinely surprising, because she asked me to hold her gently and yet tightly. I knew what she meant and needed, she needed someone to hold her and make her feel safe and warm. And without saying a word back to her, I held her, as softly as I can, while telling her that everything’s going to be alright.

It was, in a sense, a surreal moment, as a woman who looked as confident and as self assured as she was, she had let her guard down and asked me to hold her, so for once, she could just let her emotions out. And more than anything else, I was genuinely surprised by how she had let her guard down, with me, of all people, who had, maybe known her for about a week, and until a few hours ago, we have not had one conversation, while not under the influence. Although I was trying to assure her that everything’s going to be alright, I was out of words on what to tell her, and I just her cry on my shoulder. Looking back at it, as much as she needed a rebound to get it out of the system, she just wanted someone to hug her.

I can’t even remember how long we stood there, and after my shirts was completely soaked in her tears, she tried to laugh off of what had happened, and apologised for the cry, but I assured her that it was alright and I was more than happy to lend her a shoulder to cry on.

After that, we headed back to her place and I asked if she would like some privacy, because I felt that she might need some alone time, just for herself, but she asked me to stay, and be with her.

Having said that, though, I didn’t know what to do after. Was I meant to ask her to cuddle with her in bed? Was I meant to ask her to have a warm drink with me and talk about her feelings? As I was debating in my head, she asked me if I wanted to watch something on Netflix. I don’t have a Netflix account. I don’t know what’s on it. But, being a big dummy, I said, with a great confident “oh yeah, I LOVE Netflix! Let’s watch something.”

We sat at her couch, and I asked her to choose what she would like to watch, as i had no damn clue, and if I recall it correctly, she wanted to watch some rom com, which I was like… okay, here we go.

As we were watching the movie, quick note, neither of us were paying attention to it, her head, where it was initially leaning against my shoulder, gradually slid down and eventually, her head was on my lap, as we pretended to pay attentions to the movie. And while her head sat on my lap, I gently patted her head, and told her, again, everything’s going to be alright and she’ll be with someone who cares for her soon.

She, then slowly turned her head to see my face, with a little smile, seemed little amused, not a smirk, and asked me why I just told her that. Initially, I thought she was talking about that it’s going to be alright, so I told her that the pain only makes us stronger and she has her whole life ahead of her. However, what she was asking me was about the other part, where I said she’ll find someone soon. Well, I’m a straight shooter. So, I just told her that she’s a beautiful woman with a great sense of humour that any men would be lucky to be with her. She then giggled and teased me saying that it sounded like I was flirting with her, while I told her, honestly, that I was speaking the truth and I would guarantee that just about any men will say yes to her.

She then smiled sweetly, got up, and asked me if I would like to join her in the bed. And do I look like someone who’ll say no to that? Of course I said yes to it.

She gently got up, held up her hand, which I grabbed, and we headed back into her bedroom.

She started to take her clothes off when she entered her bedroom, but kept her underwear on. And like a big dummy that I am, I was just staring and drooling over her increible body. When she noticed my dumbass staring at her like a virgin, she giggled and asked if I was going to join her or not, as she got into her bed. I took my clothes off, minus the underwear, and I got into the bed with her. She asked me to be her big spoon and asked me to wrap her around tightly, so she could feel my touch, which I was more than happy to oblige.

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As we were cuddling, while I felt intoxicated by her scent, I noticed that she was slowly grinding on me, ever so gently, almost unnoticeable. However, who am I? I’m a desperate loser who gets turned on by anything. While I was telling myself to stop being such a horny monkey and telling myself not to get hard, I couldn’t help myself but to be fully hard. And as I am trying my best to pretend that I am not turned on, she just quietly giggled.

And me, just being my stupid me, asked her “would you care to share the joke here?” We both knew, and it was nothing more than a formality. She actually laughed and said “my ex couldn’t even keep it hard once a day. And you’re like this every time.” All I could tell her was “that’s what happens when you’ve been in a drought as long and as bad as i have been.” She laughed at what I told her and slid her hand, and asked if I needed help, which I responded, with a goofy smile, “yes, please”.

She went down to my cock and started to give me a blowjob. However, unlike the other times, it was quite gentle, sensual, and almost romantic. She wasn’t trying to gag on my cock, or trying to suck the life out of my cock, but rather, very attentive, slow and careful. I was first surprised by her different demeanor, then I was surprised by how mind blowingly amazing it was. I noticed myself moaning even more than I did previously and I pleaded with her, saying that she needs to stop, because if she continues, I’ll just cum right there.

She almost stopped instantly, popped her head back up, with that evil smirk, and told me that I can’t be the only one having all fun. As I tried to take the duvet off, she asked me, rather sweetly, with adorable puppy eyes if I can get on top, and do it slowly. And at this stage, I was so hooked onto her, if she asked me for my kidney, I may have considered it.

I swiftly took the duvet off, got on top of her, and inserted my cock into her already soaking pussy. Unlike the previous times, I didn’t plan to go fast or rough, I just wanted to start slowly and see where it went. However, like other times, her pussy was still magnificent and it only was feeling more amazing, and I genuinely couldn’t get enough of just how perfect it was. And as we were in a missionary position, she just gazed at me, with her beautiful eyes, and gently asked me to kiss her. And I’m not going to lie. When I kissed her, while on top of her, making these slow movement, it didn’t feel like fucking anymore. It felt like love making. It was the most intimate I felt in over 2 years. And I barely knew this woman! However, at the time, i was too pussy drunk to realise such intimacy and I was kissing her and was on top of her for who knows how long. All I could think of was that I was in heaven and this was the best sex I’ll ever have in my entire life, and that I’ll never feel this amazing again.

As we were kissing sensually, and passionately, she broke off of the kiss briefly to tell me that she wants me to cum inside again and until then, don’t stop kissing me, and held my head firmly as she guided my lips back onto her lips.

At a certain point, I knew I was about to cum, but instead of letting her know, I just continued kissing her like nothing was happening and lo and behold, I climaxed, for the 4th time, as an old fart, in one day. And as I was cumming, still not breaking off the kiss, she held me ever so slightly more firm and once I finished cumming, she looked at me with such affection, I was taken aback by it. Then she guided my head to rest on her soft breast, and the next thing I noticed was a sunlight hitting my eyes.

When I woke up, I didn’t see her anywhere, and I just saw a lot of missed calls from my boss on my phone. I just rang him, and as soon as he picked up the phone, I just told him “sorry, I was getting laid. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And hung up on him. If you think the last bit is a joke, I am sorry to disappoint, but you know absolutely nothing about me.

Once I hung up on him, and trying to gather my thought, I got up, and went to see where she was. And there she was, in her underwear, making some coffee, looking as beautiful as I remembered. And when she saw me, she smiled at me stunningly, apologizing for the coffee and asked me if i wanted to something to drink.

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Sorry, unlike the other ones, this one was rather cheesy and way too vanilla. Having said that, hope you guys enjoyed it, and let me know what you think of it.

Just to clarify. If you think what I told my boss was a career killing move, you should hear what i tell him on a regular basis. I am not someone who takes life that serious and quite frankly, I don’t particularly care much of it. Life is just too short to dwell over work.

And the reason why she apologised for coffee was because when we met at a Cafe, I have told her that I don’t drink coffee, because of my low tolerance of caffeine.

And one more thing. I’ve said from the very start. I am not someone who can fuck like a pornstar. My dick game is… at best, disappointing. At worst, a crime. Please excuse the disappointment.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vag7f8/how_i_became_a_rebound_pt_3_mf