He realized he loved Jenny Sanders after fucking me and I was weirdly ok with that [MF]

Jenny Sanders.

I had to give her a fake name because he said it so much.

*I’ve put this off for so long. I usually try to change so many details my story would be unrecognizable to the party in question. My partner in this definitely would recognize himself. So would his wife.*

*Sorry y’all, it’s so sweet though!*

I met a guy at my law school who looked like Superman fucked James Dean. We were in the same “outline” group and he once told me my color coding was sexy. I was in my slay period and obnoxiously confident so I asked him out.

I think our date was unremarkable as I don’t remember too much. I know he was way too into fitness.

*I realize I have written about how I run and do yoga, but I’m not exactly a “gym person” and eat like shit when my husband isn’t around to feed me.*

He also was WAY too into school. I hate all lawyers who lawyer a little too lawyerly, and got kind of annoyed at how he had to say the class rank of every classmate who came up in conversation.

*I realize this sounds terrible, but it was actually decent. Good God, I went to law school with such asshats that I considered this a good date.*

*Yall… James Dean and Superman though.*

At some point I asked how he rewarded himself and he explained that he sometimes ate an extra bowl of Raisin Bran. When he asked the same question, I explained that all the sex I was having helped with the stress.

“Really?” He asked.

I shrugged. “Statistically I have likely fucked a future Supreme Court Justice.”

He started laughing. “Who is the highest rank in our class you’ve fucked?”

*I DEFINITELY forgot he actually asked this question until the other day. I change a lot of details but I’m leaving this truth in.*

“I hooked up with the dude who is #1 in Vegas after he did 8 lines of cocaine. I’m fairly certain he called out the name of our Crim Law prof as he came.”

“Seriously?”

“True story.”

*Mostly… to protect #1’s identity I changed it from ecstasy to cocaine, and he was actually obsessed with our Con Law professor.*

He started laughing. “You’re insane… How was it?”

I invited him back to my house and I honestly thought he’d say no. He seemed so straight laced I wasn’t even sure he was down to hook up.

He was.

When I shut the door to my room, he put his hands under my ass and hoisted me onto my dresser. I pulled his shirt over his head and put my mouth to that damn near perfect body. I practically licked his chest and shoulders.

*Good Go, his body was banging.*

He lifted my shirt above my head and started kissing down my neck. I unhooked my bra and threw it aside as he got on his knees and looked up at me with a smile. I nodded as I opened my legs and let him put a hand up my skirt. I arched myself back and let him pull my underwear off.

He went full fucking tongue.

He raised himself slightly as he tipped me back on my dresser and wrapped my legs around his head. He went to town on my clit, licking up and down slowly before darting right on my clit.

My chest heaved as I started building and my moaned his name as he did kept speeding up. I let out as heavy breath as I grabbed his bar and screamed when I came.

I jumped off the dresser and pulled him to the floor, kissing down his body until I started unbuckling his belt. I reached my hand down his pants and felt him hard. I stroked him gently as he threw his head back and moaned. I put his finger in my mouth and sucked as I moved my hand slightly faster.

“Hey Superman? I’m going to suck you off now,” I said as I pulled his pants down to
His knees .

“Superman?” He asked.

“Yeah. Because of the arm situation,” I said as I gestured.

“I’m glad you enjoy them,” he laughed.

“Use them to push me down and come in my mouth.”

It didn’t take much work, honestly. I circled him twice with my tongue, and went so deep he convulsed once above me. He moaned as he pushed me deeper and gasped when I got him all the way down my throat. He finally told me he was coming and mumbled got good it felt as he came.

I swallowed and laughed as I laid beside him.

“Why do you have a photo of a guy under your bed?” He asked.

*Shit.*

“Oh, he’s my best friend… A different guy I see casually sometimes met him once and hated him so I throw it under the bed to
Avoid questions.

He reached for it and laughed. “It’s just funny because I keep my best friend’s picture under the bed. Jenny Sanders.”

“He’s not really my best friend. The two of us fuck still.”

“Yeah, I fucked Jenny once, but I can’t be with her.”

“Why?”

“She doesn’t want me.”

*So… he met Jenny Sanders in middle school. She was hella cool. He compared every girl to her. Like “I could date X, but I’d rather date Jenny Sanders.”*

*As it turns out, after years of friendship and comparisons, he DID want to date Jenny Sanders. However, when he asked Jenny Sanders out, she said no. It had never occurred to him that Jenny Sanders would reject him.*

*However, fate smiled upon our hero as Jenny Sanders won a scholarship to do this research that was supposed to be done without computers (they were in high school at this point). Jenny Sanders was allergic to the chemical they put on old books to preserve them. Our hero got detention and was assigned the task of turning the page for Jenny Sanders so she didn’t have to touch them.*

*So him and Jenny Sanders hung out every day after those hours kicked in the library.*

*He got denied entry into his dream school, but it didn’t matter because he had Jenny Sanders. He got cut from the football team, but it was ok because he was seeing Jenny Sanders. He got punched by his best friend, but it was alright because he had Jenny Sanders.*

*Every Sunday Jenny Sanders would go see her grandma alone. However, as it turns out, Jenny Sanders had a boyfriend in another town. They met as a mutual function and our hero was crushed.*

*He quickly stopped seeing Jenny Sanders.*

*After many years and many talks, he repaired some of the trust with with Jenny Sanders and they became friends. They actually became best friends and texted every day.*

So yeah, I could still taste this dude’s cum in my mouth as he tells me this story and I am on the edge of my fucking seat.

“Holy shit,” I finally said. “You’re in love with Jenny Sanders.”

“No, no,” he assured me. “Jenny and I are just friends. I could never trust her again.”

“Weren’t you sixteen? It’s been a decade. Jenny Sanders doesn’t deserve a second chance?”

“Jenny Sanders would have made a move if she was still interested.”

“Has she had a boyfriend since?”

“Not seriously.”

“Have you had a girlfriend?”

“Not really.”

“Jesus Christ, I will literally let you stick your balls in my mouth if you promise to call Jenny Sanders and ask her on a date this week.”

He laughed. “You’re telling me to call another girl?”

“It’s Jenny Sanders… Holy shit, we have to get weird tonight. It’s practically your bachelor party.”

He told me I was crazy, but took me up on weird sex… Well, he was vanilla but it was weird to him.

He wasn’t into bondage or the other fun toys on my sex drawer but accepted my invitation to lick whipped cream off my body. I laid on the kitchen floor and let him spray whipped cream from the top of my collarbone to my belly button and then slowly lick down my body.

He flipped me so I was splayed on my stomach and ate whipped cream off my ass before he finally put his chest to my back and fucked me on my kitchen floor.

He fucked a final time in the shower where I let him come on my face.

That night he stayed with him and he held me as we fell asleep. “You can pretend I’m Jenny Sanders,” I whispered

“V, it’s not like that. I actually really like you. Jenny is a friend.”

He asked her to dinner at my insistence though.

They’re married with three kids.

I hope you’re well, Jenny Sanders.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w88k52/he_realized_he_loved_jenny_sanders_after_fucking

7 comments

  1. You’re the best wing woman ever. Lmao.

    You’re so dang good at match making it’s crazy. Thanks again btw lol! o.o;

    Thanks for another great story was going into withdrawal without your content o.o;

  2. You are so weird and hot. I always look forward to your stories.

  3. I don’t have any hard data to back up my thought here, but I would guess most guys have a “Jenny Sanders” and they never end up with her.

    I have one. I went to her wedding to not me about a month ago.

  4. Heya welcome back!

    Now is it just me of did you just tell a story *within* a story? God damn you’re still as sharp as ever *slow clap.*

    > I’ve put this off for so long. I usually try to change so many details my story would be unrecognizable to the party in question. My partner in this definitely would recognize himself. So would his wife.

    So Superman and his wife reads your stories? Doesn’t that kinda make you their Jenny Sanders?

    But I gotta ask, do you have your own Jenny Sanders or Jerry Sanders?

    Also I’ve been saying Jenny Sanders a lot over and over since I read this story, what the fuck is happening?!?!?!

    Anyways this is quite the wholesome story with a wonderful ending, happy for everyone involved! Cheers to you and Jenny Sanders, Ms. V!

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