I hooked up with my ex GF while I was on a date with a guy [FF]

Fuck my ex-girlfriend.

I mean, not really because she’s possibly the hottest, sweetest, coolest girl I’ve ever met, but she was not an easy person to date. We were horrible together and made each other miserable, but she was a hard one to shake.

For YEARS after our breakup we would continue to occasionally fuck. Very few people have been able to make me come like I did with her.

I’m also not sure I’ve ever been attracted to anyone like I was to her. I make it a point not to describe people physically, but I’m going to make a slight exception. She had black hair and blue eyes. She had such a hot body and she never, ever dressed appropriately. For example, in this story we were in a pretty conservative setting and she had on a skintight leather dress. She’d regularly wear things like plaid school girl skirts and act confused when I asked about it.

What I’m saying is, my ex was hot and naturally a very sexual person who really liked to lean into it. It used to drive me crazy.

So fun fact about queer women: we stay friends after we break up. The community is small so it’s hard to actually break contact.

So my ex invites me to dinner with her, her new GF, and a small group of friends on Valentines Day.

I desperately scramble for a date because I am definitely not about to show up alone. I also just happened to wear my sluttiest red dress.

*I’m a petty, jealous friend. Sue me.*

I took a frat boy I hardly knew. He was very dumb as this story will demonstrate, but he had abs and a penis which was sure to make her jealous.

The moment we walk in, my ex looks me up and down and her eyes narrow. She makes a big show about having to pull up an extra chair because I didn’t tell her I was bringing a date.

*Lol, my evil “plan” is working.*

The shittiest part of this story is that my ex’s new girlfriend ended up being amazing. The two of us have a lovely conversation. She had perfect hair and later became a damn pediatrician. In hindsight, I really should have gotten that girl’s number.

I was focused on other things at the time.

Meanwhile, my ex is grilling Frat Boy who is not remotely prepared or equipped for this line of questioning. The poor man doesn’t even know I’m bi and is very confused by some of her insinuations.

*I was an asshole back then btw. This was not fair to him.*

My ex is asking him about his major, what his parents do, and his damn sex life. She asks if he’s ever had a “gay moment” with one of his frat brothers and he just kind of blinks in confusion. A very bad slur for “gay” was in this answer and the room kind of goes quiet.

*TBF, this dude doesn’t know he’s at a table with lesbians, but maybe this is a lesson to not say that word. Ever.*

My ex leans back and looks a little too pleased with herself. I’m glaring at her as she implores him to describe in great detail what hazing is like.

*She’s such a bitch.*

Alright, so this very awkward evening continues. My ex is making a lot of sexual jokes about me which has everyone uncomfortable except my date who remains oblivious to the dynamic.

*Her poor date is looking miserable btw. If I could go back I would have just rescued that girl from my ex and also married her.*

In the most classy manner, my ex brings up her vibrator and my date looks SHOOK and makes a comment about how he’s never seen a vibrator.

I choke on my water.

My ex keeps a vibrator in her purse. We make eye contact briefly and she holds back a laugh.

Finally, when she starts asking my date about this weird infraction his frat got years ago, I stop her.

“What the hell is your problem?” I ask.

My date looks confused. Her date looks mortified. My ex looks satisfied.

“I don’t have a problem. It sounds like you do.”

“Stop being a bitch.”

She smacks the table and announces she’s going to the bathroom. “Viola, come with me.”

*Lesbians don’t really do this btw. I mean, we do but not for the same reason other females use the restroom in pairs.*

“Fuck no.”

“We need to talk.”

*We’re not going to talk.*

The entire table is watching btw. It’s awkward for everyone except my date who mumbles something about how women can never go to the bathroom alone.

I stand and follow her.

The moment we’re in the bathroom together she locks the door and smirks at me.

I have very little self control with this bitch and she knows it. She gets off on it. I can’t count the number of times she has seduced me in compromising situations.

And fuck, she looks so hot in that fucking leather dress.

She sees me check her out and laughs. “We’re here to talk.”

“Fuck off.”

“I mean it, what else could we possibly do? After all, you have that beautiful gentleman out here.”

*Side note: she was always such a bitch about me being bi. This is not ok and not healthy… much like the rest of our relationship.*

“What do you want?” I ask. I think my voice is cracking.

“That’s an interesting question.”

*She really liked to play with her food before she ate it and it drove me insane.*

“I’ll tell you what,” she laughed. “If you get on your knees I’ll tell you.”

“I’m not going to ruin my dress.”

“That’s your concern right now?”

She had a point. I got on my knees. NGL, there are very few things I would not have done if she told me.

She surveyed the room very slowly. “Sorry. I’m just trying to figure out the best way for you to eat me out.”

I stood up and made my way to the door. I was over this… at least I thought I was until she grabbed me and kissed me.

And god, she was electric. Idk how to explain it. I’ve never been this sexually powerless to anyone. She leans against the wall and lets me pull her dress down so I can play with her breasts.

Fuck, she was a work of art. Her body was also very sensitive and I cannot describe how hot it was to watch her go from domineering to helpless at my touch. I pinched her and watched her close her eyes and shutter with pleasure. When I moved my mouth to her neck, she was gone. Her entire body was moving with my hands and she was begging me not to stop.

Within moments, she’s pushing my head down so I’m back on the floor, hiking up her dress, and wrapping her legs around my head. She wasn’t wearing underwear.

*God fucking damn it. I’m only human.*

Man, I’ve eaten a lot of pussy, I’ve never craved it like I did hers. I think it was the noises she made while I did it. Her voice would go up an octave as she gasped and squealed. She was helpless and it was so hot.

I remember going particularly hard and fast that time, fully aware that anyone outside the bathroom could easily hear her screams.

*Little did I know it would be far worse than that.*

I put my tongue right on her clit and fingered her so hard I could feel her muscles clench around me. I’m pretty sure I was mad enough I would have tried to fist her if she wasn’t so fucking tight.

*God she got so tight.*

She told me she was close and begged me not to stop. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to me. She pulled my hair as she climaxed and I’m pretty sure was fighting the urge to slap me. She called me a bitch as she came.

She pulled my hair so I was back on my feet and kissed me with way too much tongue.

*She was one of those who liked tasting herself so she often took her time with this.*

She bent me over the sink and got me off with the vibrator in her purse.

She was not nice about it either.

She made me say over and over she was the best I ever had. She stuck her hand in my shirt and pinched my nipple so hard it brought tears to my eyes. When I yelped she asked if anyone else to made me feel this good.

*Yes bitch, you’re great at sex. Go fuck yourself.*

I told her she was the best and she told me she wanted me to come. She held me down and destroyed me with her vibrator. It was intense when I came and I was not quiet.

We stayed in the bathroom for a couple of minutes. She tried to convince me to go home with her… which TBH was pretty fucking tempting. I really cannot emphasize enough that this was not a one-off occurrence. Some of the best sex of my life was with this girl and it was very hard to resist.

However, I declined her offer and we both awkwardly made our way back to our table.

Our friends were horrified. Her date had left (*M, if you ever read this, you were way too good for either of us*). My date was still oblivious and having a lovely conversation with one of my friends who was eyeing me with absolute horror in between his rants.

I announced I wanted to go and he told me he’d walk me home.

“You still want to walk me home?”

“Of course. I’m not going to let you walk across campus alone.”

*I cannot describe how awkward this was. My ex was laughing in the corner.*

*******

This part is not exactly hot, but kind of hilarious so I chose to include it.

Later, my date and I actually make out for about ten seconds on my couch. I stop him and tell him I need to come clean.

“Listen, this isn’t fair to you. That girl and I fucked in the bathroom.”

He stares at me with an absolute blank expression. “What?”

“That girl at dinner. She’s my ex girlfriend. We’re not really over each other and had sex when we went to the bathroom… I thought you heard.”

“The girl in the leather?”

“…Yes.”

“I thought y’all were just fighting or something.”

*Oh boy…*

“Yeah, we were fighting too. I’m so sorry.”

“Wait… you have sex with women?”

“Yeah.”

“But why did you go on a date with me?”

*I do not miss 2012.*

“I am bisexual, but I wasn’t being fair to you.”

He cuts me off. “How do you have sex with women?”

*Does he wants to be educated or fetishize? I’m not sure.*

“I um… I went down on her?”

“You went down on THAT girl?”

“Yes.”

“That’s the HOTTEST girl I’ve ever seen!”

*Thanks bro.*

“Um yeah, she’s pretty.”

“And y’all have hooked up before? Like regularly? Does she do that to you?”

“…Yes?”

“Holy shit! Can I watch?”

Ok.

I kindly explained I wasn’t looking for anything serious and showed him the door as I proclaimed I still wanted to be friends.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rubpoh/i_hooked_up_with_my_ex_gf_while_i_was_on_a_date