This happened close to 2 years ago now, I was still in university and went to stay at my parent’s house over christmas.
Right at the start of my little vacation, I get a message from my ex wishing me a happy holidays. I didn’t think much of it, wasn’t out of the ordinary at all. Now at this point I hadn’t seen her in about 6 months, we met while she was working a co-op position but after it ended and she moved back for school the distance made things a bit difficult. Mutually we decided to end it, keeping in touch but moving on.
You could say our relationship was hot and fast while it was active, though. By the end of the night after the first date we were in the same bed and it only grew from there. A high sex drive and schedules too busy to find relief elsewhere ment we were seeing eachother a lot, and more often than not getting out our sexual frustration.
After catching up a bit during the start of the winter break I realized what this was. At this point we were both stuck at home with no outlet and the tensions started building.
Trouble really started when the conversations carried into the night and we began reliving some of our more “memorable” experiences.
After some shared laughs at the time we broke a bed, some embarrassment about what mess we might have left on her roommates couch, and a few other shenanigans we got up to over the 4 short months during which we saw eachother, I realized something.
Its 1am, I was horny as fuck, and she clearly was too.
“We should hang out sometime.” Couldn’t be much clearer than that. Being home for the holidays, we were actually within driving distance for the first time in months.
“How about after christmas?” I ask, hoping to get the ball rolling. That wouldn’t work apparently. Our schedules just didn’t seem to line up and the frustration was building. It seems we wouldn’t get to see eachother and to find a release, a mixture of disappointment and sexual energy.
Her next message was the one that caught me most off guard, and the one I had been waiting for since things switched to a more sensual subject:
“Well it’s too bad we won’t have time, because you’re missing out.” And attached was a picture of her laying in bed, and in the bottom corner her vibrator. Fuck. I let out a groan as I can feel myself get even harder. So I respond in kind with what she’s missing out on, the very thing she was trying to replace with that vibrator of hers.
And suddenly my phone starts to ring. A video call. Apparently a picture wasn’t enough, and I don’t blame her. I answer and am greeted with her teasing herself with a small purple toy.
The video call didn’t last long at all. By that point we had been teasing eachother for several hours during the day and into the night, all either of us craved was the satisfaction of a release in the presence of another. Something porn just can’t replace.
A few times after that we had similar adventures, sharing what we’d been up to and being long time friends with benefits, albeit at a distance. Not as good as the real thing of course, but a thrill none the less.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k0tl8c/m_home_for_the_holidays