Pt.2
The message read “No is it really you?! Jay I haven’t heard from you in years. How have you been!”
My heart was racing, not only did she match me and message me first but she actually sounds excited to talk to me. I was over the moon. My next challenge was deciding how long to wait before I reply, I wanted to take an interested but cool approach. I waited double the time it took her to match and message me, it was about 40 minutes. The most agonizing 40 minutes of my life, all I wanted to do was instantly message her back. I eventually replied “Zoe! Yes yes it really is me and I know it’s been too long. I’ve been well, how have you been?”. I figured if I match my replies to hers I would come off a little less desperate.
Within minutes she had replied. I was going to wait again to reply but found myself instantly opening the message and reading it “It has been way too long, we should catch up!, I’ve been the best I’ve ever been, I’m glad to hear you’re doing well xox”
I replied “Well whenever you’re free let me know and we can do something, that’s so good to hear, did you end up finishing your degree?”. I directed the conversation towards her degree in hopes to bring up old, happy memories.
At this point she was almost replying faster than I could respond.
“Well actually I’m currently in the city at “Blue Ocean” – (A popular nightclub in our city). If you’re out and about I’m thinking of getting out of here soon ;),
Yes I did finish my degree.”
Reading her reply I began analyzing what she said. Trying to think of a response was hard, I was sort of taken by surprise by how forward she was being. It seemed too good to be true. I wondered why she quickly answered and dismissed my degree question and why she wanted to meet up tonight. Not wanting to seem lame or boring influenced what I replied and ultimately the next series of decisions I made that night. “Oh yeah I’m just dropping a mate home from town, I was designated driver tonight I can boost back into town if you like?” I lied, I wasn’t in town that night, I wasn’t the designated driver for my friend. In reality I was sitting at home alone.
She replied almost instantly “Omg, I feel bad about asking this but would you be able to take me home? I’m really not having fun here”.
In disbelief I jumped at the opportunity. This is exactly what I wanted but I never thought I’d be linking up with Zoe this early. I was ecstatic.
“Of course I can, no problem at all, I’ll probably be 20 to 30 minutes is that okay?” I reply.
She replied instantly “Omg thank you so much! I owe you and yeah that’s okay I’ll wait by the stairs near the car park entrance for you”.
I knew the exact spot she was talking about and replied “Alright I’ll message you when I’m close”.
She liked the message and sent a kiss emoji.
I threw my phone onto the bed and ripped my shirt and boxers off. Frantically running around my room trying to find some decent clothes to put on. After sprucing up, deodorant and a few sprays of cologne and a quick mirror check I was out the door. Opening the door to my beater I felt depressing thoughts creep into my mind, embarrassed by my car I started to question what I was doing but shook it off almost instantly with a rush of anticipation and excitement, “I’m about to see Zoe!” I thought. It’s all I could think about. I think this is where I let tunnel vision get the better of me, I wasn’t myself that night.
I pulled up to the spot after messaging Zoe when I was close. There she was standing exactly where she said she would. She was stunning from the quick glances I got of her. I pulled up in my dented white 90’s corolla and reached over to unlock her door. She opens the door and sits down with a big smile on her face “Hiya!” she sort of squeals / screams before reaching over to the other seat and hugging me best she can. “Thank you so much for picking me up. I owe you one!” she saids before I even get a chance to reply. “Aha it’s no problem, honestly anytime” I reply. “I love the car” she jokes.
I knew there were going to be comments about it, I was just thankful she was playful and joking about it. “Aha yeah I do need to upgrade it soon I’ve just been lazy” I comment. “Aha no it’s great I really love it” she reassures me still jokingly.
I laugh and brush it off.
“So do you still live in the same area that you used to or?” I ask her before pulling out onto the main street.
“Oh no I’ve moved down by the cost, Do you know where Westshores is?”. She asks.
“Yes I do, when did you move down that way?” I reply.
“A few years ago, I had a boyfriend and we moved in together and it didn’t work out, he moved and I kept renting the house” she explains.
“Oh I’m sorry to hear about your break up, I hope everything ended for the best in the end” I attempted to console her.
“Haha don’t worry about that it was a mutual break up so no hard feelings” she states.
“Hey do you think we could do a quick detour on the way? I have to pick something up from a friends house and they live along the way”. She said changing the subject.
She told me where the address was and it wasn’t out of our way at all, in fact it was just around the corner from her house. “Of course we can,” I obliged, heading towards the house.
We pulled up to a decently sized house, there were a lot of pretty slick and fancy cars from what I could see in the moon lit driveway. Made me think of how embarrassing my beater was again. “Wow this is a pretty big house with lots of cars, how rich is your friend?” I question.
“Oh aha it’s a shared house they live here with roommates, I’ve just left my heels and purse here I’ll be in and out soon! 15 minutes max” she said as she exited the car. Now alone in the car watching her walk up to the front door. She walks up to it and opens it, it must have been unlocked. I thought that was kind of weird “who doesn’t lock their front door”. I quickly shrugged that off with the excuse that it’s a shared house, maybe there is always someone there and they don’t lock their doors.
15 minutes go by. I look down at my phone, it’s on 3% and it’s probably going to die soon. In my haste in leaving I left my charge behind, I’m usually prepared for this kind of scenario. Trying to conserve the battery for time checking purposes I debated if I message Zoe to see if she’s okay or if I just wait it out. By this point 35 minutes had gone past and my phone was dying fast. I look toward the front of the house, the blinds are open just a bit and you can see silhouettes. Looks like people are gathered around a living room talking and having a good time. Doesn’t seem like anyone is in distress. I decided to wait it out, maybe she is just catching up or maybe her friend is one of those people you can’t end a conversation with.
An hour had passed when I noticed the front door open. She skips down the porch and towards the car. Opening the door. “I’m sooooooooo sorry I lost track of time and well yeah here we are, time flies when you’re having fun right?” she jokingly says trying to make light of the situation. That hour felt like days for me but I bite my tongue and say “It’s alright I understand, you girls probably had a lot to catch up on”.
She laughs sort of nervously “Haha we did have a lot to catch up on”.
I didn’t take notice of her nervousness and asked her “So would you like me to drop you home now?”.
She looked at me with a grin before saying “We don’t have to go home just yet”.
It was clear what she was hinting.
“Mhm where would you like to go then?” I playfully question.
She gives me directions to a nearby secluded beach and asks me to head down to an old abandoned car park overlooking the beach.
I parked the car and took off my seat belt and so did she. The night was dark with a dim lit moon. All you could hear were the waves crashing against the shore, all you could see were white stars littering the black sky.
The light from the moon beamed in through the windscreen but only in certain areas of the car. We leaned towards one another in our seats. The night seemed magic and the vibe or energy was just right. She had magnificent blue eyes and the most seductive smile. I softly began stroking her hair back, she closed her eyes and embraced it letting out a sigh of pleasure. She opened her eyes and locked hers with mine. Feeling the anticipation, tension, chemistry building. Who would make the first move, slowly moving towards one another, closer and closer playful pulling back. Like a game of chicken, who will break first. I couldn’t handle it I went in for the kiss. It was pure magic, the second my lips touched hers every fiber in my body went wild. It’s like I had a full body boner. We made out for what seemed like hours. She was the best kisser I have ever been with. She pulled away biting her bottom lip, holding me back. Teasing me. I grew impatient, filled with lust and an overwhelming urge. She knew exactly where she had me. She knew my brain was no longer in control of my body and that’s right where she wanted me. Licking her lips and using her free hand she slowly makes her way down her body, coming down to just above her knee where her skirt ended. She began pulling her skirt up her gorgeous soft lightly tanned legs. My eyes traced up, following along with the edge of her fading skirt. She got so far up I noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear, just a little skirt. My mind went wild. “Mhm yeah I’m a naughty girl and naughty girls don’t need underwear”. She says while looking at me noticing that I noticed.
She laid the car seat back all the way and positioned herself half way up. I was a little confused at what she was doing but it soon made sense. “I’m a naughty girl and you’re a good boy, now come eat my pussy”. She demanded. I was stunned, in shock. Never had a girl said anything close to this to me in my life. She pulled up her skirt. It was hard to see in the dark but she gestured to come over before saying “Mhm please come eat me I’m so wet for you”.
I dived face first into her lap and started kissing her inner thighs working my way up to her pussy.
Pt.1 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lqxp50/the_day_my_life_changed_pt1_mf_femdom_cuckold/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lqxp50/the_day_my_life_changed_pt1_mf_femdom_cuckold/)
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