Finally Fucking The One That Got Away [MF]

My long-time college friend surprised me last month when she told me she would actually be able to fly across the country for my birthday party. I often invite some of my long-distance friends in case one of them by some miracle is able to make it out, and this time, she was the one who could.

However, Lizzie, as we will call her in this post, is not like any of my other friends. She and I have have quite the history. We met nearly a decade ago in college. We fooled around in the dorms several times, but due to immaturity on my part, we never actually had sex. This continued throughout the years. We’d make out at a party here, some hand action under the covers at another gathering there, make out at another party there. This would always happen in between relationships. Our timing was always off, but whenever the two of us were in the same city and single (or if one of us didn’t mind a betrayal of trust), our chemistry would re-ignite. And just as reliably, something would come up and keep us from finally fucking. If I had to pick my version of the one who got away (read: the one I royally fucked up with multiple times), Lizzie would be it.

From the moment Lizzie said she’d be coming to visit for my birthday this year, I knew it’d be different. She’d be here for a number of days crashing with me for a festive event, and there’d be countless drugs and alcohol to lubricate the situation across that ever evasive finish line.

She got here the night before the big party. She showed up to my doorstep sporting her classic giddy, radiant smile. Lizzie is a short and athletic brunette. She’s the kind of girl who’s just as eager to get rugged and dirty on a treacherous hike as she is to spend an hour in her bathroom so she can get drop-dead gorgeous and sexy for a night of sweaty dancing at the club. Her breasts are petite and cute and put the focus of your attention squarely where it should be: her booty. For a pale white girl, Lizzie’s got an ass that would make Nicki Minaj proud. Couple that with her tight abs, and she’s quite the girl.

Lizzie got in late, so within an hour of her arriving to my house, my buddies were already coming over for our night on the town. We smoked and drank at my house and the many bars we hit up, but at the end of the night, as I hoped and expected, it was just me and her at the bar talking about our love lives. It two friends catching up, but it was also two lovers probing the situation.

If there was one snag in my plan, it was that Lizzie was not the only friend who said they would visit for the party. Another pal said he’d come to, so the sleeping arrangement was not entirely settled. Do I leave her my room like a gentleman so she can have her privacy? Or do I get straight to the point and put my buddy on my couch and tell her she’s sleeping with me? Out of respect to all parties, I left the situation up in the air while asking my buddy to wing me, which he was happy to do. Once back from the bar, my friend left us alone for a moment, and I asked Lizzie if she’d like to crash up stairs with me. She said yes, and if either of us had any uncertainty of what was about to happen, it was all but gone.

We turned off the lights and laid under the covers. I tried to calm myself, but my heart was betraying me, pumping with excitement for this moment I’d both put off and been forced to wait far too long for. I reached out to her, and she slid toward me. “Cuddling is fine,” she said, lying to herself and me that she’d come upstairs just to be held by me.

She slid herself into my arms and my torso, something we’d done many times before, but this felt unlike any other time before. In the past our romance had at times felt forced for me. She was the girl I had, but not necessarily the one I wanted. She and I clearly had chemistry, but we were young, naive and inexperienced. Nine years ago, we were both learning how to fuck, how to love and how to be people. Now, we were people who’d broken hearts and been heart broken by others. We were too friends who’d gone through shit together, put each other through shit, and somehow managed to survive it all with our friendship, respect, admiration and love for one another still intact. And in that room, on that bed, under those covers, there was finally nothing and no one else on earth but her and me.

As she asked, I held her, but it wasn’t long before I kissed her. It was a short, gentle kiss. The two of us pulled away, and we asked if this was something we truly wanted to do. The question hung in the air, it never answered.

I kissed her again, but this time neither of us let go. The kisses started short, sweet and filled with care. There was no hurry, but with each one, they became longer and more intense. It was the rupture of a dam. Emotions that been ignored, denied, pushed away were slowly starting to pour out, and at once, they burst through. My hands explored her body as hers through caressed my hair. As I had in my dorm so long ago, I snuck my hands under her sweater and felt her perfectly toned torso, her small breasts and perfectly tiny nipples. We took off her sweater, threw off my shirt and kissed one another’s bodies. None of this was new, but never had we done this knowing there’d be no restraints.

I owed Lizzie (if this hadn’t happened years ago, it was almost entirely my doing), and I was determined to make it up to her. I pulled off her sweat pants, and just as I remembered, she had the most neatly trimmed dark, brown bush. I place myself between her, spreading her legs and taking her womanhood in my mouth. I’d finger Lizzie many times, but never had I tasted her. I knew she had a prominent labia, but I’d never realized just how long her lips were until I had them between mine. I liked her clit while admiring the beauty of her pussy, sucking and pulling on her labia. I ate her for as long as I could, determined to make her trip worth the effort, doing any and every trick I knew for cunnilingus. I licked in circles, I hummed, I spelled her name with my tongue. I’d always treated this girl like a backup plan, and now that she was mine I was realizing just how perfect she’d always been.

She pulled me up and kissed me again. It was time. She asked me to grab a condom, and I complied. With the rubber on, I aligned myself between her and slid in. She was soaked, and she felt amazing.

This wasn’t the wildest or craziest sex I’ve ever had. There were no exotic positions, and the dirty talk was minimal. It didn’t matter. I was finally with this woman I’d always felt at ease with, and it was perfect. Every curve and edge of her body fit perfectly into mine. A long, complicated equation finally resolved.

Like our kisses, the sex was calm, simple and gentle. I laid on top, her arms and legs wrapped around my neck and back. Our kisses never stopped as I pushed in and out. Her skin was perfectly smooth and her lips were soft. We fucked missionary for a while. I asked her to flip over so I could penetrate her from behind. That’s when I started to experience a side of my friend I’d never seen before. “I wanted to get on top,” she said in a respectful but firm tone. I happily obliged.

She lowered herself on me and took control. Before I was making love to her, but now, I was simply admiring. Lizzie had always been a strong, confident woman who could take control, and like a naive child, I’d never imagined this quality translated into her sex. I was wowed. I looked up at her and admired her thick brunette hair flowing above me, her perfect abs working my dick to her pussy’s delight. She was making it clear she would be getting hers. We fucked cowgirl for a while. “Cum for me, Lizzie,” I said, encouraging her. She grabbed my arms, pulling them behind my head while stretching her legs, pressing her mound into my crotch so her clit was the focus of our friction. She fucked me like this until she came, moaning and quietly squealing into my ears.

With Lizzie satisfied, it was my turn. She got on all fours, and my placed myself behind that wonderful ass I’d always appreciated but never as properly as it deserved. It was better than I imagined. As I pounded away, her pussy clenched the head as her ass enveloped the shaft. It felt amazing, but it could feel better. Lizzie turned back with the sexiest look telling me to fuck her harder. The time for making love was done. She told me to pull her hair. I knew my friend was no prude, but I didn’t realize she was a freak. I pulled on her hair, whipping her neck back as my balls bounced on her clit. I spanked her ass and watched as her bouncy little cheeks flailed right into my cock.

It was great, but it could be better. I asked her if I could take off the condom. “Why?” she asked. “I need to feel you.” I pulled out, tossed the condom and pushed back in. Her pussy soaked my cock in warmth. I finally mentioned the elephant in the room. “Lizzie, I’ve been waiting to fuck you for so long.” She asked her question knowing the answer, knowing it’d send me over the edge. “Was it everything you thought it’d be?” It was more.

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