That time my ex won me back

When I was a senior in college, I was dating this girl named Jess. In hindsight, we shared almost nothing in common. She was an evangelical Christian who was part of some crazy christian group and would admonish me constantly for being too hungover to even consider going to church. But we had the *best* sex. It was amazing. She was about five foot tall even, but she had perfect tits– I’m well over a foot taller than her for comparison. The biggest issue is that now and then she’d tell me that it was bad for her to have sex so she would only give me blowjobs. I wasn’t complaining either way, she gave the best head I’ve (still) ever gotten in my life. When we would fuck, she would start screaming “Oh my God” over and over as she got closer, and I think I enjoyed fucking her even more because of how religious she was. It was the best.

I was in a fraternity and we had something called “Formal”, which is where we would rent out these nice cabins in some secluded place and all have our own rooms and basically throw rip-roaring parties. It was an awesome time, and obviously, Jess was going to come with me.

After we had a huge argument about me not going to church, I wasn’t really feeling it anymore. I was chatting with one of my good friends who told me that I should just take her instead and I should dump Jess– and I agreed with them. I got lunch with Jess and dumped her in public (very classy, I know) and she was pretty devastated. She cried a little bit. I felt like a gigantic asshole (because I kind of was with how I did it). Formal was in two weeks and that night we were doing a date party. Through her sniffles, she asked me if “I can still come tonight?” I said, ‘Sure’. I didn’t want to be a dick.

The night rolls around and I’m already regretting telling her to come. Everyone here looks really, really good. I’m pretty drunk.

And then Jess walked in. Everyone was looking at her.

She never dressed to go out, and her dress now was low enough to show just how great her breasts were. The outfit she wore was a white dress, and I could see that she was basically not wearing anything underneath it. She smirked right at me as she came over to me on the dance floor. I don’t think I’d ever seen her look so attractive in my life.

I’m usually the “goofy white dude” dancer at parties. I’ll do the ‘lawnmower’, the ‘shopping cart’, the ‘bus driver’– I love being silly. But I felt like a switch had turned on and I was just in heat. I wanted. to. fuck. her. She turned around and started grinding her ass on me. She looked up and then smirked looking back down as she started to feel me start to swell. She leaned over and fucking put her hands on the god damn floor and just started shaking her ass into my junk and I almost laughed at how ridiculous it was but god damn, it was amazing.

This went on for awhile. She would leave me for a little bit and she absolutely knew what kind of effect she was having on me– and then she would come back and just start doing it again. I’m pretty sure some of my friends gave me high fives, but whatever, I don’t even really remember. It was all kind of hazy, all I can remember is her ass until we left.

She pulled me down (I’m way taller than her) and she whispered almost silently. I could barely hear her over the music. “I need *[inaudible]* fuck my face. Now. Let’s go.” I wasn’t arguing. I grabbed her arm and basically pulled her through the dance floor out of the bar. My place was only a block away– we walked silently. We were both breathing heavily.

I made it inside my room. It was a disaster zone– I don’t think I’d done laundry in a month and a half. Beer cans littered near the side window. Jess had always told me that I should clean up but eh, I had to party, right? (Note from me now: she was actually right about that)

We walked up the stairs to my room. The floorboards of that old shitty-ass house creaked with every step. All was thinking about was how much I wanted to fuck her brains out. I opened my door.

She stepped in front of me and closed the door shut behind me and we started making out…. really…. ‘hard’? It felt like she was trying to eat my face. I loved it. And then she pushed me back against the door and I’m still not sure how she did it, must have been magic, but she clicked a button or something and her clothes disappeared. “I need your cock,” she said matter of factly– “I need to taste it.” She dropped to her knees immediately and again, did some magic and my dick was rock hard in front of her.

And then she gave the performance of her life.

I felt like I was in a porno. She basically swallowed my dick whole, over, and over again. When she would come up for air, she told me, “I want you to grab my head and shove me into your cock.” She had literally never said the word ‘cock’ before ever and hearing this religious nutjob who I had just dumped tell me to facefuck her might have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen. So I obliged. She would take breaks and use her hands in some crazy voodoo way. I stared at her tits, which must have been put there by her sorceressing ways. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m— I… basfwelk” — that’s what I said, or something like it, as I finished basically in her throat. She swallowed every drop.

As she pulled back, she grinned. A string of cum fell out of her mouth and she smiled as she licked it from her finger. “I can’t wait to do that to you at formal.” I don’t think I was capable of using words and I said some kind of gibberish speech.

My friend asked me why she was still going with me and I told them, “Well…. uh, yeah she is. Changed my mind.”

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