SYNOPSIS: I tried to avoid my ex all night, but the combination of alcohol, and the lure of a backdoor that had strictly been off limits was too much for me to handle. A long but good read…
I was over dressed for a Thursday night, but I was young and didn’t think twice about blacking out on a weekday. It was my buddies 22nd birthday, and I was heading to his girlfriend’s house for the pregame. She had planned an amazing night, filled with a party bus, sorority girls, and bottle service at the most exclusive club in town. I sat nervously in my roommate’s car, as we got closer and closer to our destination. I didn’t know what the night had in store for me, but I did know a few things… I knew that copious amounts of alcohol would be consumed. I knew that I was falling for someone and I wanted desperately to preserve that relationship. I also knew that I was a sucker for a blonde.
We pull up to the house and there were two maybe three cars parked out front. We got there early, but that was okay, I had been friends with the birthday boy and his girlfriend since high school. My ex would be there too, she used to be roommates with the birthday boys girlfriend. We had dated for a good portion of college, and had broken up 12 months prior. It seemed like yesterday that I was helping this girl move into a swanky apartment in one of the biggest cities in the world. She was embarking on a new journey, as she continued her education at a private school back East. We didn’t think long distance would work, and the last time I saw her, she was crying in front of her apartment.
I walk into the house and she is the first person that I see. Her head pokes around the corner of the wall, and a smile comes across her face as she strides towards me. Her dress is black and skin tight, it appeared that she had disregarded the health risks associated with tanning beds. Her nude heels added a few inches and her blonde hair seemed brighter than I remembered. It was shiny, thick and flowed over her exposed shoulders. The yoga studio was treating her well, and her round ass was popping out of her dangerous short dress… She still needed the boob job she was “getting next year.” But I’m not complaining… We exchange pleasantries, and I go grab a much needed drink…
By the time the party bus got to the house, the pregame had grown to twenty plus people. I had been slamming shots for well over an hour and the nervous feeling in my stomach was quickly disappearing. If the pregame was any indication of the night to come, there was going to be trouble. It takes about 15 minutes to rally all the drunk people and get them onto the bus. After a final head count, the air brake of the bus is released, and we are on our way. The stripper poles are put to use by several girls. I am in a trance, fixated on the tiny dresses, bleached hair, and spray tanned bodies.
We are dropped off at the front of the club, and bypass the line that had wrapped around the building. The cocktail waitress escorts the group to a backroom that was reserved for us. A variety of bottles are sitting on several tables, stocked with ice, juices and fruits. The next several hours are a blur… Just after midnight, while everyone gathered in the middle of the club to see the DJ present a cake to the birthday boy, my pocket starts to vibrate. I look at my phone and see my screen illuminate with an old but familiar name … The text reads… “I need to talk to you, meet me in the back.” I oblige, and push my way through the crowd, in route to the VIP area. I push the curtains aside, and see her sitting in the corner, all by herself, propped up on one of the leather couches. There are two glasses filled to the brim with a clear substance, and she signals for me to join her. I take a deep breathe, and enter the abyss.
Her mannerisms are a clear indicator of her level of intoxication… She forces the drink on me and I take a sip… HOLY SHIT… It was straight vodka. I try desperately not to vomit all over the place… She puts her hand on my crouch and starts to move it back and forth. She leans in close to me, and tells me that she misses me… I play it coy. I put my arm around her, and in a friendly manner tell her I miss her too… I was fairly certain that she didn’t actually miss me… She had found out that I was getting close to someone else. She saw the Facebook posts. She heard me talking about her. She put two and two together… She was possessive, and I was her possession. To her, my behavior was unacceptable, in fact, it was boarder line offensive… She was ready to end it.
Up until this point, I felt decently confident that I was going to get out of this night unscathed. I knew I was falling for another girl and I really didn’t want to screw it up. I was trying to keep my ex at arm’s length, but that was about to change. I thought I had the upper hand, but I didn’t realize that she had a wildcard and she was ready to play it…
Her: “You know that thing that you always wanted to do to me, but I would never let you do it…”
Me: FUCKKK
“I just get so lonely sometimes, and I have spent a lot of nights warming up to the idea…”
NO. NO. NO. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON’T TELL ME THIS.
“It’s just soooo tight, it feels soooo good.”
OHHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDD.
“I have been practicing and after seeing you tonight… I don’t think I can resist…”
UMM WHAT THE FUCK? PRACTICE? YOU BETTER BE PRACTICING BY YOURSELF.
She must have seen my face sour at the thought of her getting ass fucked by another guy. However, she still had her hand on my crouch and could feel that I wasn’t that upset… She takes my hand and moves it between her legs. I can feel that she is equally as excited… She inches closer and moves her head towards her hand…
HOLY SHIT… ARE YOU ABOUT TO DO WHAT I THINK YOUR GONNA DO…
She unzips my pants and takes all of me in… We were both extremely intoxicated, high on booze and lust… I pick up that toxic concoction that is sitting in front of me. I slam it like a shot, and lean my head back. This girl had performed this task on me hundreds of times before, and she knew exactly what I liked… In between hits from the bass, I hear the sound of gargling. She is going to town and I am loving every minute of it. She spreads out on the couch and I am able to feel her from behind… I start to rub her and she responds by tightening her grip on me… For a moment, I completely forgot that we were sitting in a public place, with no door, that 20 other people had direct access to… On cue, a few of my buddies stroll in… THANK GOD… I was relieved that it was a few of my boys and not a group of girls… They start to yell at us and I am hit in the chest with an unpeeled lime… They had a point, if the wrong person walked in, the night would have been over for everyone…I look at my phone and see that it is almost 1am. In one hour the lights will turn on and thousands of people will pour into the streets. If I wait for the end of the party, we won’t get home until late. Time is not in my favor and we make a B-Line for the door.
The cab drops us off at my house, and we get out. I tell the ex to go inside, roommate number three is home and she knows him… I needed to pay the cab driver and I had to make a quick call. I didn’t tell her about my call, but I had five missed calls from the girl that I wished I had been with, the girl that I was falling for… I had spent the past few days assuring her that I wasn’t going to do… what I was about to do. Also, I had to explain why her friend thought she saw, and I quote, “a big tall douchbag and a blonde haired slut leaving the bar together.” I assured her that her friend was crazy, and that I was out, but I came home early and was getting ready for bed… The conversation went on longer than I wanted, and by the time I walked into the house I was fully prepared to send my ex on her way. I enter the living room and my roommate is sitting on the couch with a huge smile on his face. I demand that he tell me where she is, and he gestures down the hall… This was the longest 10 feet of my life… I walked slowly to my room, opened the door and stepped inside. I am standing just in front of the doorway and I notice that my ex had been digging through my shit. I was ready to tell her to get out, but she stopped and explained. She was sorry, but she said she was happy that the contents of my nightstand hadn’t changed…
Her back was against the wall, propped up with several pillows. Her arms resting on her knees, and I can see bright blue fabric showing from in-between her legs. The contents of her hands are exposed; she is holding a little bottle of lube. She asks if I want to watch her… At this point I am completely frozen… I can only muster up a gentle nod of my head… My eyes fixed on her long tan legs… She smirks and lets out a soft giggle… That smirk is seared into my memory… I was staring at a girl that I once knew. The only problem was that she was no longer a girl. The pressures of grad school and the trails of the real world had weighed on her, causing a transformation into adulthood. This strong, sexy woman was looking at me, and I had a feeling that this was not about sex. This was about something else, and she was going to get what she had come for. She was well aware of my deepest, darkest fantasies, and she was fully prepared to exploit them.
Her legs straightened out, and she elected to leave her heels on. Her manicured hands slide from her knees to just below her hips. She hikes up her skirt, and pulls her underwear to the side, providing direct exposure to her small perfect slit. Her white glossy finger nails suddenly disappear inside her… A few minutes later I hear the lube cap pop off and the unmistakable sound of elastic rolling and snapping against flesh. She moves to all fours and explains that she needs my help… I swallow hard, and shuffle over to my bed… My mouth is salivating, I don’t know if I have ever been this excited. I am in complete and total shock… Her fingers are almost dripping from a combination of bodily fluids and KY Jelly. She is gyrating back and forth and moaning loudly. She looks back at me, her lower lip appears to quiver and she informs me that she is ready for me… My pants are around my ankles and I am standing behind her. I press up against her and she transfers the substances from her fingers to me. She loads up another handful, and reaches back to me, and finally rubs the remaining liquid onto her… I ease into her as slow as possible… Her ass is bigger than I remember, and I push her back down, forcing that tight ass closer to me… I want this desperately but I don’t want to hurt her… I can feel her tense up and flinch in pain as the tip enters. I stop but she instructs me to keep going… I continue to gently push and I get the rest in without indecent… I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth and our throbbing anatomy. I don’t know if I lasted five minutes or five seconds… I’ll give you a hint; it was the latter of the two. But it didn’t matter… This was not about sex. This was about power and control and I had lost all of it… I rolled over and closed my eyes, hoping that this was all a dream…
I awoke to a blistering headache and terrible dry mouth. There was no one next to me, and I got up and went to the kitchen. On the white board was a stark reminder of the terrible mistake I had made. I didn’t bother to read the note she left. I simply rubbed my hands over the black ink until it disappeared from the board. I grabbed a bottle of water and retreated back to my bed. I opened my cell phone and saw that I already had 5 notifications from Facebook. It had begun…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6xq3jn/bottle_service_my_ex_public_fellatio_and_more
Good read! What happened next?
Wow, men. Always losing control. That was hot.