She was amazing. For the first time I saw her the first day of grad school I had a hughe crush. She was beautiful with an amazing smile, and a body to die for. Definitely outside of my possibilities. But we became friends. Very good friends; sharing almost every moment after classes together. She had a car so she used to pick me if we were going out in a group, or sometimes we just went to drive around. The problem is that she had a boyfriend. She lived by herself, but the relationship was serious.Very early I tried to tell her how I was feeling, but she told me that I shouldn’t because she wasn’t available. Still we keep hanging out alone or with more friends. I remember being angry at the impotence of not being able to do anything.
Two years passed quickly. Soon the grad school was ending and destiny will take us to different paths. We had a talk a couple of times about how we felt, but it wasn’t conclusive, and she kept her distance, at least at that level.
Until one night. The summer was almost here. The air was heavy and warm. We went out with some friends to have some drinks. We ended in a bar, some people were dancing. I invited her to dance and she accepted. We moved wild, we were already drunk I believe. I held her by the waist, and my hand went through her body caressing by mistake the sides of her breasts. We kept talking and kept drinking. We talked about the future, how soon we would need to decide what to do, to continue a PHD, to start teaching to move to another university. When we realized, we were alone in the third bar of the night. Our friends were gone, and we were still talking and laughing.
We finally decided to leave. We shared a taxi. I was going to drop her first. Sitting down on the taxi our hands found each other. We were now holding hands in silence. There was a heavy atmosphere in the car. The future was cloudy with possibilities.
When we arrived at her place, she said goodbye and got out of the car. When the taxi left, it departed alone, and I found myself in the street two meters away from her. We didn’t talk. I approached slowly and took her hand in silence. We were now a few centimeters of distance. I could feel her breath, her smell. Her eyes, looking at me. I got even closer and kissed her on the lips. She stopped breathing for a second but didn’t move. A couple of seconds later her lips reacted and started kissing me back. She suddenly stopped. We were breathing heavily. She turned around, but the street was empty. Nevertheless we were in front of her apartment. She went to the main door and opened it with her keys. One second later she turned and told me with a gesture to follow her.
I remember the stairs. She was in front of me. Her green skirt waving with every step. Her long legs moving decisively. I could hear my own heart on my eyes. I thought the whole building could hear my heart.
We finally arrived at her floor, and she started to try to unlock the door. I put my hand on her waist, and she slightly leant on me. I closed my eyes just enjoying the feeling.
Finally the door was open, and quickly we entered. There weren’t any lights. Just her smell in the air. Still with the lights off she turned to me. I was still holding her by the waist, and kissed me. We started to devour each other. It wasn’t the slow and shy kiss we had downstairs. We were thirsty for each other. My hands were on her back, and hers on my face. We weren’t breathing. We were just kissing like if the world was about to end. I pushed her to the small kitchen counter. She climbed to it and hugged me with her legs. My hands found the border of her blouse and I was caressing her naked waist and her back. My mouth abandoned hers with a small complaint on her side, and found her neck. I only could smell her, her perfume, her sweat, all the alcohol we drank during the night.
After what felt like hours we separated. Her cheeks were red, her hair all disheveled, and there was fire on her eyes. I put my hands on her knees and started to climb inside her skirt. It felt like silk and warm like fire. I got close to her this time, with my hands caressing her thighs and her ass. This time it was her turn to explore my neck. Her hands started to unbutton my shirt. We moved to the couch, she pushed me so I was sitting, and she climbed on top of me. I unbuttoned her blouse, and found her bra. My mouth went directly to the place where both breasts meet each other, and drank on her smell. After a quick struggle I manage to remove the blouse and bra. Her nipples were erect and I put one in my mouth immediately. She moaned with the eyes closed. I didn’t know what else to kiss, how else to hold her. I found her panties under the dress and started to slide them down. She finally removed them herself, together with her shoes. She was about to sit on my lap again, but I twisted my body and made her sit on the couch instead. I opened her legs and started kissing her legs. My lips started to advance. My tongue was on fire. She was wet, and soon my face was covered with her juices. She started to moan louder, and when I put one finger inside she yapped. I kissed and moved my hands. Her hands were first on my head, and then they moved to the sides, grabbing the couch, just focusing on the feeling.
Her orgasm arrived as a surprise. Her whole body tightened for several seconds. When I realized what happened she was staring at me and smiling. She stood up, took me by the hand and we walked to her bedroom. She pushed me on the bed, finished taking off my pants and underwear and she gave me a condom from her night table and I quickly put it on. Then she climbed on top of me and I found my way like it was something we’ve done hundreds of times. When I penetrated I was staring directly at her eyes. She started to pump, her whole body moving like a wave. I kissed at the same time my orgasm arrived.
I almost can’t remember what else happened that night. I remember her head hitting the headboard in missionary position and laughing about it. I remember tracing the border of her tights with my tongue, and going back to the kitchen several times to look for a glass of water.
I would have stayed there for the night, maybe forever, but I arrived at my house with the first lights. Soon after I left the city and the country. We saw each other a couple of times, but never talked about it.
It’s. been over 15 years. Sometimes I look for her online, but besides a picture of her on a university website I haven’t found anything else. I’m not sure what happened with her, but she is in the same city where we met.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mmv3o5/one_single_night_with_her_mf
Hot story, with just the right touch of melancholy.
Go back their or contact people you know from there, shouldn’t be too hard to find out