[MF] [more cute than kinky] The day she left me (and the night we got back together)

We had arrived. It was an old building with a set of stairs leading to a small entrance door on the side of what looked like some kind of chinese chop.

“Thanks for walking me home Pete” Anna said to me. Her dark hair was dancing in the air to the sound of the cold nocturnal wind.

“You are welcome” this was the place she was living in since she had left our shared flat. It was a modest one room apartment, a temporary solution until she finishes her degree by the end of the semester, she had told me earlier during dinner. She seemed to like living there though.

“It was really nice to be with you again and catch up on everything” she said with a smile. Yeah, that was true, we hadn’t really talked in months. Since the day she left me to be more precise.

“Yeah, it was. We should do this more often” I said. But should we? I was still not sure this whole thing was a good idea. It had been bad enough catching feelings for her the last time just to see her leaving, no need to repeat the experience. When she told me she had met someone else and that whatever was happening between us had to end, it broke me. I tried to reason with her, but to no avail. I tried to persuade her, to seduce her, but she didn’t cave and just told me that the only option was for her to leave our home and find a new flat. I even did the pathetic thing of using the dirty pictures and videos I found of her to try to blackmail her into fucking me one last time, one last goodbye fuck, anything, but she didn’t do it. She just hugged me goodbye and told me she was sure I would never go through with my threats. *I am sorry* was the last thing she had told me.

Until earlier this week when she called me again asking if it was already time for us to become friends again. Hence this evening’s dinner.

“Hmm… do you wanna come up?” that question surprised me a bit. I was expecting the night to end there but… “just to check where I live now. We can have a glass of wine for old times sake.”

“Yeah, sure” her apartment was what anyone that had ever met Anna would expect: perfectly tidied up and organised, even if small. “It’s just your face. But it’s pretty cozy actually, I like it.”

“Thanks” she was now getting out a bottle of white wine and filling two glasses. She handed one to me and we started to drink and chat a bit more about this and that. It was nice to be with her again, but it was not the same thing. It was like, somehow, there was this invisible barrier between us now. Maybe it was just the time that had passed since we last talked. Maybe everything was just too different now.

“This was all very nice Anna, thank you, but I think it’s better if I leave now.”

“Oh. Ok. If you think it’s better” she didn’t even try to hide her disappointment. It was actually starting to bother me a bit. Like if she was playing with me. With my feelings. She knew how I felt when she left me, and now wanted to be all friendly with me again. Oh, who am I kidding? I was the only one to blame there, I should have said no when she asked if we could be friends again if it still bothered me that much. But I didn’t, so now I couldn’t complain that she was acting like a friend.

“Sorry. But this is going a little too fast for me. I don’t know, all of this still feels… weird” she nodded in agreement, not taking her eyes out of her glass “besides, I don’t think your boyfriend would like to know that you are drinking wine in your apartment this late at night with the last guy you had a thing with” she smirked at that.

“You don’t need to worry with that” she said before drinking up the remaining half of her glass in one go.

“‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that you wanted anyth-”

“I know Pete” she started refilling her glass “I meant that we broke up” now it was my time to empty my glass. And refill it. “I wouldn’t have invited you here otherwise. I may be many things, but I am not a cheating slut” she wasn’t even looking at me, just drinking more of that wine. I followed her example.

“So, you did invite me here to… what, am I the rebound guy now?”

She smirked again. But she looked rather sad actually “I didn’t had that intention when I called you… I just… I don’t know” she drank another gulp of wine “anything I say now will sound rather pathetic, won’t it? Maybe I did want to rebound with you… maybe I never stopped thinking about you and that’s why I broke up with him…” she looked at me now for the first time in a while “I just know that this whole time I missed you. I missed everything.”

And with that, the invisible barrier between us felt like shattering in pieces. I had to refill my glass again. I really needed more of that wine “it’s not easy to forget something like that, is it? The things we did… pfeww” I drank a bit more.

“Yes” she smiled kind of shyly. I had missed that smile “it isn’t easy at all” there was a brief pause without anyone speaking “did you… you know… had that much fun fucking someone else?”

I thought a bit about what to say and then decided to answer honestly “not really. It’s hard to find people that are into the kind of stuff we did. And it gets boring pretty quickly just fucking some girl laying there in bed” she laughed while hearing that “and don’t even get me started on the dirty talk, these girls can be so boring or get so offended with any slur like slut or bitch”.

“I know, right!? Why do you think I had to make that timebomb drive before we fucked? It was the only way to give in to my kinks and fantasies. I tried to tell to some of the guys I dated that I wanted it rough, I wanted to feel humiliated, to feel owned, to submit completely to the sexual desires of a man, to even get hurt and abused, and they all got scared or thought I was some kind of freak, or that I was damaged and they had to be my white knight in shinning armor and save me from those evil desires and from the douchebags that would otherwise take advantage of me thanks to my fantasies. Absolutely dreadful.”

“Well, to be fair, I am sure you can actually easily find some douchebag that would take advantage of you” who could I be possibly thinking about… “like me.” she looked at me genuinely surprised by my comment.

“What?”

“I mean, I did spend a lot of time blackmailing you. I was a big asshole to you.”

“Pete…” she put down her glass and walked down towards me. I didn’t want to be looking at her eyes right then “it was all just a game. I wanted it as much as you. Maybe more.”

“I don’t know. To me it always felt like we were together just because of the blackmailing. Otherwise, nothing would have ever happened.”

“Even if that is true, what’s the problem?” I felt her hand reaching mine “it was when we learned that we get off to the same things” she was now holding my hand “and you were never an asshole to me. As soon as our scenes were over, you never looked down on me or thought I was a freak or treated me any differently. On the contrary. You kept being nice to me and being my friend and we just got closer. I knew you would never do anything to actually hurt me. I couldn’t have trusted you more.”

“How could you be so sure? I did threaten to expose you when you left…”

“You didn’t mean it. You were just hurt.”

“I just wanted you at least one more time. I had to have you. I didn’t want to let you go… I am sorry.”

“Oh Pete, don’t be…” she got even closer to me “I am the one who is sorry… I could see that you were starting to have feelings for me. It scared me. Everything with you was too intense. I…” but she stopped talking there, not finishing the sentence.

“You what?” I tried to encourage her.

“I could never stopped thinking about us” she looked away shyly, with a nervous laughter “oh god this is so embarrassing… hum… I, hum… during these last months when I was alone and kind of frustrated that my sex life was not what I wanted it to be… Pete, I touched myself so many times thinking about giving myself to you once again” she was blushing. I forgot how much I missed that adorable face blushing because of me “I wanted to call you so many times to for you to just come here and use me” there was a pause. A silence that filled the air around us.

And then I let go of any reservations that where still holding me back. I couldn’t resist it anymore.

“I am here now.”

“Yes you are” she put down her glass and took mine away as well before guiding me though my hand until the border of her bed. Her eyes were locked on mine and, without a word, she started unbuttoning my shirt. When she was finished, she run her fingers through my chest. Her touch just made me shiver. She then undressed her pants and top, standing in front of me just in her underwear, a sexy black set “I need you inside of me so much” she whispered, pushing me back, making me fall on the bed. She then crawled on top of me to first take my pants off and next my underwear. I was already hard just by looking at her and what she was doing, so she grabbed my dick with one hand and started jerking me off slowly “I want to fuck you so badly” she whispered “I am already so wet for this cock” I felt her hand movement speed increasing on my dick.

I got a good hold on her and threw her to my side, so I could get on top of her. I started kissing her neck and then her chest, and her belly, until I reached her panties. She wasn’t lying, they were already wet. I kissed her thigh while I was removing her panties, and then took them off completely. When I climbed on top of her again, she had already taken off her bra, having her beautiful breasts in full display for me. She spread her legs so I would fit in between them and started touching her pussy.

“Do you remember the first time you made me touch myself in front of you?”

“Of course. How could I forget it?”

“You made me say I was your bitch and made me cum and then you didn’t even had the decency of fucking me. I wanted to kill you.”

I laughed at her “well, you had to learn how to be a good girl before you could earn my cock” I said while teasing her clit with the tip of my dick.

“Is that what you are doing now? Waiting for me to be a good girl before you shove that thing inside of me?”

“Maybe…”

“And what does a good girl have to do around here to get fucked?”

“You can just ask for it”

“Really, that easy? Then, can you please fuck me, *sir*”

“I like how you didn’t forget your manners” I said as I slowly entered her. It felt so good to finally be inside of Anna once again. I just kept fucking her very slowly, watching as she would close her eyes or bit her lip as I moved inside of her. I lowered myself until my body was touching hers and I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest.

“Of course I didn’t forgot my manners. It’s hard to forget anything that happened between us” she whispered in my ear.

“Yeah, we did some crazy shit, didn’t we?”

“What did you liked the most?” she asked.

“I don’t know, there were so many good things. I think I will always have a soft spot for the first time I fucked your ass”

“Oh yes, that was amazing. I felt like such a dirty slut, getting a huge orgasm from the first time someone takes my ass. And it hurt a lot, but it was also so good. There’s just something special about submitting so completely to a man that no hole is off limits, you know? Makes me feel completely owned… by the way, you were the only one fucking me in the ass, so that you know.”

“I can say that for me it also felt amazing when you submitted like that. Knowing that it was hurting you, but you would take it anyway just because it pleased me. So fucking hot. No other girl did that for me besides you.”

She smiled and left a little moan escape her mouth “Really? I feel so special now…”

“What about you, what was your favourite fuck?” I asked her, still on top of her, fucking her pussy slowly, grinding my body against hers, feeling the hot sweat starting to take over our skins.

“Hmm, maybe that day on the night club. When I was out with my girlfriends and you met me there without them knowing. It was so slutty going to the men toilet with you and getting fucked there.”

“Oh yes, that was fun.”

“And then there were those guys outside of the cubicle that noticed that we were fucking and started cheering” we both laughed remembering that.

“I wanted to bring you outside and fuck you in front of them, but I didn’t know if it was safe. You never know with those drunk fuckers.”

“I was thinking the same. I wanted you to fuck me in front of them. I wanted them to jerk off watching me and then cum all over my pretty dress so everyone would see what a cum slut I was. But just having them see me leaving after getting fucked in that filthy cubicle already made me feel like such a cheap whore… it was amazing. And then going back to the dance floor with my friends, dancing with your cum dripping from my cunt… oh god, every time I thing about that makes me feel so… ” she didn’t even finished the sentence, just moaned. A moan more sexy than anything I have ever heard.

“I love how much you liked to be my cum slut” I smiled as I remembered something else “and that time when I came on your face on the back of our building and made you walk home like that, but we run into Mrs. Haig on our way, do you remember?”

“Oh my god, do I remembered it?! I had to fucking hide while you distracted her! Thank god she took the elevator…”

“I thought you wanted to be know as a cum slut… That you wore my cum on you as a badge of honour…”

“Oh shut up, Mrs. Haig of all people, the woman would want to send me to a catholic corrective school or something…” that made me laugh “if she didn’t had a heart attack right there.”

“To be fair, I think you would be a very hot nun…”

“Oh really? I thought you liked me more when I dressed like a shy school girl…” she said while putting a finger on her mouth and making her best impression of an innocent look. I raised myself a bit to have a better look at that sexy face and also at her breasts jiggling around with any of my thrusts into her.

“Even then there was nothing innocent about you. You were always a dirty slut from head to toes.”

She smiled “That’s probably true” there was a pause during which the only sounds came from the slow movements of us fucking and the occasional moans coming from our mouths.

“You seem to be in the mood for fucking me slowly and tenderly today…” she said with a little smirk on her face.

“You are not enjoying it?”

She bit her lip before answering “oh, I am loving it. But you were so annoyed earlier talking about the boring girls just laying there while you fuck them…” she couldn’t even hide her smile by now while teasing me.

“Well, maybe the true reason why I wasn’t really enjoying those fucks wasn’t the girls position…”

“It wasn’t? I wonder then what could it have been?”

I squinted my eyes at her “someone’s ego is getting a little bit too inflated.”

“What, mine?! No way. I really just want to solve this huge psychological mystery.” I remained quieted at that. Now I didn’t want to give the little teaser the satisfaction of hearing me admitting it. But she was determined on that. She rolled over from under me to climb on my top and started riding me slowly to the rhythm of her moans “are you going to tell me the real reason, or not?” she asked while her breasts were moving up and down as she fucked me.

“I have no idea what you are talking about” I lied to her, while foundling one of her breasts. But she slapped my hand away.

“No touching! Not until you are a good boy and tell me the truth…”

“What the fuc-” she stopped me with her finger in my lips.

“Did I let you talk? If you want to be a bad boy, I will treat you like one” she giggled “you are only allowed to speak when I say so. And you must address me as mistress.”

“Oh my god, is that how I sound like?” I asked barely containing my laughter. Anna wasn’t doing much better herself.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me mistress?” she tried to say in a deeper tone of voice to sound as serious as she could “I think I need to give you a good spanking in that tushie to teach you to behave like a good boy” she got out of me giggling and tried to roll me over. I didn’t fight back and let her. As soon as my ass was facing her, she slapped my buttocks.

“Why the deep voice?” I asked teasing her “are you trying to sound like batman or something?”

She bursted in laughter “I can tell your dirty talk improved tremendously during the last months. Really, batman now? I think my pussy just dried out.”

“I don’t understand why, batman is sexy” I said as deeply as I could, mimicking the dark night voice “and he will bring you to justice now for such insolence” I raised up to get from under her and then rushed to grab her. She tried to get away, but I quickly got a hold on her and pinned her down on the bed, her belly facing down and with me on top of her, while she giggled.

“Oh no! What are you going to do to me now? I am completely at your mercy and I was being such a brat…”

“I am going to punish you so badly…”

“Oh yeah? Sir is going to punish his good girl? Hmm I can’t wait.” I kissed her back several times, each one lower than the previous until my mouth reached her bottom. Then I softly bit her ass cheek “ouch, that hurts!” she yelped as I kept going down. I spread her legs a bit and started teasing her by kissing first her thighs and then the skin around her vulva. She raised her ass to try to force her pussy in my mouth, but I resisted it, and when she reached down with her hand to touch her clit, I slapped it away.

“No touching! Not until you are a good girl…”

“Yeah, I probably deserve that” she said giggling a bit more “you will just stay there and tease me, won’t you?”

“Yes.”

“The worse kind of punishment! Can’t you just spank my ass and call it even? Please sir…”

“Not gonna happen” I turned her way for her to face me and run my hand through her chest until finding her right breast and softly pinched her nipple “awwe, sir that hurts!” I let go of her breast and kept going up with my hand until it touched her face. Her beautiful face. My thumb touched her lips and she instinctively spread them apart just a little bit. And then I did what I had wanted to do since the beginning of the night. I lowered myself down and kissed her. And I pushed her closer to me, and my hands were running wild in her hair, in her neck, through her body, her body that I hold closer to mine to feel all of her touching all of me until I couldn’t tell where each one of us started and ended.

And all was a blur. And the blur only ended when our kiss broke. Our breathing was a mess and I couldn’t tell if seconds, minutes or hours had passed since our lips touched. And her pretty eyes were fixed on mine, her scent was filling me and her body was all I could feel. There was nothing else in the world but her.

“The reason why the sex was so bad with the other girls wasn’t because they were boring or bad in the bedroom or anything. It was because they were not you. And all I was looking for was you. All those months, when I looked at any girl in the street, all I could see was little bits of you: maybe it was the way they walked, or the way they did their hair, the sound of their laughter, or the shape of their smile, the way they crossed their legs when sitting down, or how they rolled her eyes, as if I saw a little bit of you in all of them. And that was the thing I would like the most about them. What reminded me of you. And when I would brought some of them home, I’d almost expect to find you in my bed. But it was never you. They were never you. That’s why the sex was so bad. It’s actually ridiculous to say this out loud… but it’s the truth. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

” Pete… ” she started caressing my face with her hand. And then, with the other hand reached down under me to find my dick and put it again inside of her “I am here now. And I am all yours.” I started fucking her again as she hold me.

“What about your rant about the guys that wouldn’t fuck you as hard as you wanted? I am being pretty soft with you today and you don’t seem to mind.”

“With you, it feels amazing either way. I told you, I am yours. And I mean it. If you want to make love slowly with me while cuddling or fuck me hard in the ass, I love it either way. As long as you are here with me. Inside of me. Here is where you belong.”

She was right. There was exactly where I belonged. With her. That night, there was no hard fucking. We just made sweet love and cuddle the whole night. And it was amazing. Because it was the night we got back together.

That night, as many others that come after and before, plus all the days we spent together, some fucking, some laughing, some crying, are running through my head at the speed of light at this very moment. All of my memories of her are taking over my brain. And, somehow, from all of that, what keeps popping up in my mind time and time again as I wait here for Anna, are all the times she kneeled down for me. But I know the reason for that. It’s because today, with a ring in my pocket, I am the one that will kneel down for her.

I just hope she says yes.

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