Reuniting with the man who catcalled me [FM] [30sM] [28F]

“Hey, what are you doing tonight?”

I crossed my legs as I read the text, immediately turned on. My plans for the night were getting high and watching The Mandalorian with my roommate, but I could be persuaded to change the itinerary. Because it was from Kyle.

Kyle and I met after he catcalled me from his truck. I’m normally a killjoy feminist who has no time for any of that, but something made me give him a chance. Probably the fact that he’s really hot.

I moved across the country shortly after we started hooking up, but we continued to occasionally reunite for dirty texting sessions.

Three years later, I’m back in the city where we met. I ran into Kyle once at the gym, and as soon as we started texting again, I realized it probably wasn’t over.

I told him to come over in a couple hours. I hopped in the shower to shave my legs, wash my hair, and calm my nerves. I was more insecure and less experienced the last time we actually fucked and I wanted to show off some new skills. I slammed a White Claw in the shower, hoping it would help. Dressed in my favorite black crop and spandex shorts.

Two hours later… the dogs start barking like crazy. That must be Kyle.

He’s an inch or two shorter than I am, with thick brown hair and full lips.

“Hi,” I opened the door with a too-big smile.

“Hey.”

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” I held the dogs back as he walked in the door, glad to have something to do with my hands.

“Long enough.” He stood on the inside edge of the doorway. I got the bigger dog calmed down and offered my chihuahua toward him.

“You remember Bandit, don’t you? She’s still a brat.” I wondered if he remembered how we had to lock her in the kitchen because she always tried to climb on the bed while we had sex. Also I feel like it’s weird when she stares at me while I have a cock in my mouth.

“Oh, she’s not too bad!” He offered her a hand to sniff.

“Well, come on in the kitchen. What’d you bring?” I texted him that I drank clear liquor or Fernet so I was absolutely curious which he’d gone with.

He set two bottles on the counter. Fernet and Rumplemintz.

I razzed him for the Rumplemintz. Obviously he’d grown up on the beach side of town because that’s their sort of shitty joke liquor.

We took a couple shots, loosening up. I knew I needed a drink or two. Because I knew one reason he still really wanted to hook up with me. He’s told me a few times he wants me to pee on him. I’d tried before, but always got stage fright.

I mixed some leftover Coke with a healthy dose of Fernet and suggested we retire to my room.

We caught up from the past few years. Why I was back in town, if he was still working at the same place.

The conversation paused.

“So.. one more shot?” he asked.

“One more.”

He poured Fernet for me, Rumpies for him.

We downed them quickly.

“God. I don’t know why I drink that,” I grimaced.

He smiled, saying it wasn’t that bad. We leaned forward at the same time… tasting each other’s shots on our mouths. His lips are soft on mine for a few seconds, before we open our mouths to let our tongues explore. I reach out, finally stroking his arms. He climbs at the rock gym a few times a week, and is covered in lean muscle. We lean into each other, my hands stroking across his chest as he slips a hand under my crop top. My nipples harden almost instantly, remembering how much his touch excites me.

I love making out and the moments you explore a new partner, discovering moves and spots that make each other shiver.

I leaned back, bringing him on top as I pull his shirt off. He gestured that I should get a little more naked as he finally showed off his annoyingly casual six pack.

“I’m just… so glad you texted me.” I told him as I licked a line down his chest.

He answered by pushing me back down and sucking my nipple into his mouth. His tongue played with the piercing, a new addition since he’d last had the pleasure. One hand played with my other breast, as his left slipped below my waist.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me already,” he whispered. He moved down to taste me more fully. Kyle’s not shy about oral. He started by exploring my other lips.. tracing the tip across my full labia and clit. His mouth covered me suddenly, enveloping my pussy eagerly. No shyness, just full enjoyment. I threaded my fingers through his curls, savoring the feeling as he zig zagged his tongue across my clit and into my pussy. His fingers spread my lips wider so he could taste me more deeply. I moaned at the new sensation, lifting my hips off of the bed. He took advantage of the space to hook his arms around my hips, tilting them until he could reach further back, licking my asshole with the same intensity he’d eaten my pussy.

“Oh, fucking christ,” I sighed. An ex had introduced me to all things booty and I’ve been… addicted ever since.

I fingered my clit while he tongued me, my other hand braced against the bed for leverage. The shots were loosening my boundaries… easing me into a state where I could just enjoy everything I was feeling.

“I need you inside me. Like, now. I’ve missed your dick.” I realized as I said that I’d barely seen it tonight. That didn’t seem quite fair. I sat up quickly, pushing him back as I reached for his penis. It’s beautiful, and I know from past experience it fits me perfectly.

I cupped it lightly, sliding my hand up and down as I touched a finger to the drop of pre-cum gathering on the tip.

I touched my tongue to the bead, flicking the tip of his penis lightly before taking as much as I could. His skin even felt soft in my mouth. I pulled back to lick his head, watching as it twitched when my tongue made contact. I traced his head with my tongue, stroking his shaft with one hand. I reached back to cup his balls. I started to suck him deep again, trying to focus on relaxing my throat. I have an incredibly sensitive gag reflex, and I was not trying to throw up. I’ve done it, and really don’t ever want to again. His cock thickened in my mouth, harder even than it was was before. I met his eye line. He stared down at me with heavy lids, looking more like the cover of a romance novel than he had any right to.

“Fuck,” I breathed as I ran my lips up and down his shaft.

“You’re still pretty good at that,” he told me as he leaned down for another open mouthed kiss. I tasted myself on his mouth, with minty alcohol tickling my throat.

“Well… practice.” I laughed as I reached under my bed for a condom. “Are you ready?” I held up the packet to him.

“Oh yeah.” He rolled it down his thick cock as I leaned back, fingering my pussy and clit as I waited for him. He pushed my knees back as he settled between them, thrusting into me harder than I expected. I found myself with my head off of the bed, staring at myself in the mirror. Our eyes met in the mirror as he filled me.

“That’s fucking hot,” I said. I braced my arms on the floor as he thrust over and over. I knew my pussy was starting to drip around his cock. He hits my g-spot every time, and that stimulation drenches me instantly. His thumb rubbed my clit as he experimented with rhythms.

“Christ. Oh my god,” I tried to stay quiet. My roommate was home but our place is big enough that sound doesn’t carry very well. “I’m close. Keep that up.” He drew my leg onto his shoulder, deepening the angle enough to push me over the edge. My pussy flooded, soaking him as it clenched on him.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

I couldn’t answer, spasms shooting through me as I rocked my hips slowly to ride out the aftershocks.

I pulled myself onto the bed, breathing deeply.

“Holy shit. I need a quick break after that.” I kissed him, sliding my hand along his still-wet cock. “But just a quick one.”

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