[FM] The last time…

Sometimes, certain sounds, smells or visuals bring back strong memories.

Her and I had been together for just over 2 years. In the beginning of the relationship, everything was great, sex included, it felt like we were made for each other, we thought about each other all the time, it was happiness that I had never experienced before. I always made sure that she was satisfied and I know she appreciated it, she would often hold me close after sex, say nothing and just hold me, sometimes I swear I could hear it in her breath that she was crying, but I never looked.

As great as things were, eventually everything good comes to an end, a way of life. In our case, she started to study to be a vetenarian and started a new job. I was initially frustrated at the change, I felt like she didn’t have the energy or the will to make time for me. I grew to be resentful. She would ask if I want to watch a movie together and I would say, ”no, I’m going out with a friend”, I wasn’t going anywhere half of the time, I just didn’t want to see her. Every now and then things would improve for a moment, maybe a week or two, but in the end, we would always spend more time apart. We both told each other ”I love you”, maybe we meant it, maybe we didn’t, who knows. I don’t think I did, not anymore.

Things took a more dramatic change last summer, she told me that she needs to move to another city for work, she would continue her studies there. I knew what this meant, we both did. It was over.
Shortly thereafter, she send me a text saying ”can I come over in an hour?” I replied, a simple ”ok” and when I put the phone down I started to think what had been, what could’ve been and what had been lost. I realized that I had been a horrible boyfriend, so immature… Sure she had her flaws and a part in it too, but still, I thought I was better than that, I let something that I truly believed to be once in a lifetime and so special to slip away, simply because I couldn’t communicate. I became angry with myself, what could I do? She is coming here to leave me in an hour… I can’t ask her to stay, she is building a life elsewhere now and to be honest, she had been a saint to not break up earlier.
Our sex had become very infrequent and mechanical, it was always the same, I put in some effort, but not really, I knew she didn’t really care for it anymore.
I wanted her to be happy, I was willing to let her go without making a scene, but at the same time, I wanted to tell her that I understand what an asshole I had been. In my mind I am thinking of ways to let her know.

Suddenly the doorbell rings.

”She is already here??” I think to myself. As I get up on my feet, I feel it.

I open the door and she comes in. She starts by telling me that she needs to leave at the end of the month. I don’t say anything, I just look at her, she had a lot of courage to come and do it face to face, in my home no less… She looks better than ever, funny how you really don’t know what you have until you lose it.

She continues talking, almost frantically trying toexplain to me that we are breaking up, that we need to, but without saying it outright, I know she wants to. I interrupt her and just say
”I know”

”I know why you are here, you don’t have to say anything more”

She looks down, then she looks at me and she apologizes, my heart sinks… She is apologizing to me??? I didn’t know what to say, so I just took her hand and started to pull her closer, I finally knew what to say, no, what to do. I didn’t need to say anything, just do. She seemed a little unsure, but decided to go with it.

I start pulling her towards the bedroom, the door behind me is closed, I thought it was open, I crash straight into it. As we stop dead in our tracks she gives me a kiss and opens the door behind me, I’m still backing into the bedroom and she pushes me onto the bed. She drops down on the side of the bed and begins to unbuckle my belt and undoes the zipper of my jeans.
”Nope, we are not here for exactly that” I think to myself and pull her up and on top of me.

My hands are on her hips, her hair tickles my face, she smells so good… God I want her.

I slide her off of me and onto her back, now it’s my turn to be on the side of the bed, I lift her shirt up and begin kissing her stomach, slowly and gently, I can feel her breathe heavier as I gradually, slowly, move towards her bra, I help her out of her shirt, I pause for a moment, just to take in the view. She moves down onto her back once again, I kiss her on her lips, my right hand on her bra and her hand on mine, we continue kissing and I slowly move my hand over her shoulder and to her back, I undo her bra. She tries to push down my pants with her free hand, I grab them both and move them over her head, with one hand I am holding both of hers in place while kissing her neck and using the other hand to gently rub her breast. She starts to breathe heavier and heavier, she always enjoyed the kissing, especially on the neck, I know what gets her going.
She somehow wiggled one of her hands free, she holds it on my cheek, looks me in the eyes, then she looks away. Both hands now freed, she moves mine towards her jeans, I always liked these ones, they complimented her figure perfectly.

I can now feel it, just how wet she is, I can feel it through the jeans, as if I wasn’t hard already this turns me on even more, I wish I had three hands. With one hand on her jeans, one in mine trying to navigate between my own jeans and my underwear, I use my mouth to unbutton her, she sits up and provides the much needed third hand, she pushes my jeans down and pulls out my hard dick, she is holding it firmly, I can feel it pulsate, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life, she gives it a few strokes before I pull away from her, grab her hips and move her properly onto the bed, I remove her jeans, her light blue underwear has a wet spot, I swear I can see it grow bigger by the second, I slide her out of her undies, spread her legs and get comfortable, I’ll be here for awhile.

I start with a few kisses, as always. Her hand in my hair, pulling me closer, I obey, she is gushing wet and I began, teasing with my tongue, taking it slow, excruciatingly slow, not settling in any one spot, keeping her guessing, when she thinks I’ve finally stopped fucking around and settled on her clit, I move again, she pulls my hair and I must admit, it did make me smile a little, it’s time. I increase the pace and the intensity, she is now clutching at the bed sheets with both hands, normally she is not much of a moaner, but I can hear her. with a quivering voice she tells me to not stop and once again, I obey, when she says that I know she is close and I mustn’t change a thing. The big O ravages her body, at this point, we are both hot and sweaty, she clutches her legs together, I can feel them shaking, I can feel her sweat and hear her breathing and faint moans. She won’t release me, almost like holding me in place as to not escape. Eventually her breathing becomes steady and she loosens her grip of death. I make my way onto my knees and remove my t-shirt, it’s the hottest day of the year, it has to be, once removed, she puts her finger inside my boxers and fish hooks me closer, her kiss is passionate, she is smiling, for the first time in God knows how long, she is smiling.

I know she is willing to return the favor, but I also know that she was never the biggest fan of it. I move my hand inside my boxers, almost to check if I am still hard, I know I am, like a rock. On my way into position I catch a glimpse of her breasts, small bead of sweat is running in between them, ”that is so hot” I think to myself, I kick my boxers off and get on top of her, as is tradition, I lead with a kiss, one on her lips which she tries to return but I move away a little too quickly, I continue kissing her neck for a moment while jerking my cock, making sure I am ready, I am, definitely.

There is no shortage of lube, I move it around her clit for a moment, further teasing her, first the tip, then the rest…but not so quickly, I pull back a little, I get her used to only getting about half, then give her the rest, in full, she lets out a gasp and bites her lip, her nails are buried in my back, not only is she in heaven, I am too.

With a steady pace I get her into a rhythm, while breaking it a little every now and again, she is covering her mouth with her eyes closedshe tries to mumble something, I can’t hear her, but I can make my best guess, she is close again, change nothing and for the love of God don’t cum before her. While I try to distract my mind, by looking around the room for a point to focus on, her legs wrapped around me and whimpers beneath me are almost too much to ignore, somehow I manage, she exhales loudly and uses her legs to get me in all the way, I can feel it she comes again and this time I feel it around my dick, I slow down, barely thrusting when our eyes meet again, it looks like she is crying but with no tears, she turns her head and holds me tightly, I can feel it too.

I continue to thrust, using my hips and I build myself back up again, at this point my arms are tired and feel like cramping so I lower myself, now we are chest to chest, hands tied together, she is now done and decides to return the favor from earlier, moving her hips away from each thrust, in a bid to frustrate me, I laugh and so does she. Our sweaty bodies are grinding together and it sounds like someone were to run across a small puddle barefooted, this is driving me crazy and I suddenly feel it, close again but I can finally finish it… The combination of the sounds and her gently biting on my shoulder push me over the edge, I feel every bit of energy leave my body as I cum in her and she clutches her legs together once again, she wants it all, now completely still, I can feel it pulsate, it’s so hot and I am not talking about the room. We are done, I pull out and she holds me close, tightly. It’s completely silent, the only thing you can hear is the rotating fan and the clicking sound it makes with each rotation, click…click…click…click.

She eventually gets up and goes to the bathroom, gets dressed and says that she has to go, I know she does, I don’t want to let her go, but I have to. I promised myself to not make a scene, so I just say ”okay” as the door closes behind her I am still on the bed, listening to the clicking fan, right now it’s annoying me… shut up.

I am listening to the same fan right now while writing this, funny how memories work, I know I won’t forget and I hope she doesn’t either.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hhnyr3/fm_the_last_time