The Intern Who Helped Me Get Over My Ex [MF]

A few weeks out from the summer associates coming, I got an email from the firm’s Recruiting Coordinator:

“Hey Paul, your mentee this summer is Peyton [redacted]. She goes to [a top law school], and she’s interested in your practice group. We have lots of events this summer, so hopefully you can make it to most of those, and obviously answer all the questions she might have. Thanks!”

I was only a first year associate, and I was excited to have the summers come. Free coffees and lunches as long as I used the firm AmEx, firm events where the alcohol flowed freely in more ways than one.

I’d been in a funk for months, and I was looking forward to a summer of blowing off steam and maybe helping me get over Maddy. As I mentioned in my last story, we’d dated for our senior year in college, then we did long distance on opposite sides of the country as she entered med school and I went to law school. Long distance was challenging, especially with our busy schedules and navigating the time differences, but we made it work, and it’d made us even closer.

I’d found the love of my life, or at least so I thought. Every time we saw each other, which was less often than we have preferred, the magic that was there in the first time we were ever together came back. As long as that magic was there, I knew we’d be all right, there was no distance that could get in our way.

Except something happened the longer we were apart. Visits stopped having the same feeling. I was less excited to see her and less sad to leave. Talking to her all the time started to feel more like a chore than a relief from the trials of law school. She felt it too, and we both agonized over it. We loved each other so much, it made us so sad that we were drifting apart. We tried everything we could think of to reinvigorate things, and we thought that me graduating and spending the summer after my 3L year with her while I studied for the bar would fix things.

Except it didn’t. It just made us remember what things used to be like. We’d been apart for so long that we didn’t really know how to be together again, except how we’d done it three years before. I can’t count how many serious conversations we had late into the night that summer trying to figure out what had gone wrong.

Even that was better than what came after. After I took the bar, we went on a trip to Europe, and we’d talked for a year or so before it how we would get engaged on the trip, with only one more year of long distance left as she finished med school and I worked in New York. Besides, I’d be so busy that I wouldn’t even miss her that much. But we decided before the trip not to get engaged, because of where we were. We told ourselves at the time that it just wasn’t the right time, of course we would in time, but looking back, that was an acknowledgement that we weren’t going to make it.

Dutifully, I went off to New York in October, excited to move to a new city across the country and start working. And then in January, after she started back up in her final term in med school, I got the fateful call on Facetime.

“Paul, I don’t think I can do this anymore,” she said, tears streaming down her face.

I sat back into my couch like I’d been shot. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s too hard. It shouldn’t be this hard.” She looked straight into the camera. “Last summer was supposed to be it, the time we’d waited for all these years. It was shitty. This is even worse.”

I didn’t believe her, how could she be saying this to me after all these years? “Maddy, what are you talking about? We’re only a few months away from being together for good.”

She was sobbing, her face starting to puff up, “I know. But I just don’t see you as the person for me anymore.”

I still couldn’t believe it, but my tone now reflected the desperation I was feeling. “Maddy, you’re my best friend. What am I gonna do without you? I can’t start over.”

“You’re my best friend too. But you’re 24 years old, you have your whole life ahead of you. You just moved to a new city, started a new job. Why not make it a totally fresh start?”

Now I was crying too, tears streaming down my face. “I love you, that’s why. I don’t want to start over.”

All she could say was “I’m sorry.” And just like that, it was over, and I was alone.

For the next few months, I fell into a deep depression. It felt like my world had been torn apart, like a part of my being no longer existed. I didn’t want to have to reinvent myself. I went to work, I went home, I became a drone, doing whatever I had to to not think about Maddy. I missed her every day, and I didn’t know how to get over her.

That’s where I remained, for months, through the spring and approaching the summer. It’s where I was when I got the email about my mentee in the summer associate class. It’s where I was the first day the summers arrived, when I was riding the subway to work that day.

We were ushered into the conference room to meet our mentees after lunch. I’d looked at Peyton’s LinkedIn, so I knew which person was her, but I still scanned around the room looking for her. Finally, I spotted her, sitting on the other side of the room, her too looking around for who was going to approach her.

I walked over to her, stuck out my hand, and said, smiling, “Hey, I’m Paul.”

She stood up, shook my hand, and smiled back, “Hey, I’m Peyton.”

Her smile was the first thing I noticed about her. It changed her whole face, her full lips parting, opening up her cheeks, her blue eyes popping. She radiated warmth and happiness just from the smile alone. Just in general, she was beautiful, a pretty face with a sharp nose that worked on her face, long blonde hair that only added to the warmth of her smile and what appeared to be a curvy body under her blazer, skirt, and blouse.

I motioned towards the door of the conference room, “I’m sure you want to get out of this room. Want to grab a coffee?”

We took the elevator downstairs and started walking to my favorite coffee shop in Midtown. It was a few blocks away, but I remembered how dreadfully boring those initial couple of orientation days are for the new summers, and I figured I’d help her escape for a bit.

We sat down and I got to know her and her life a little. She was from Atlanta, had gone to Georgia for undergrad, but wanted to go to a top law school, so she found herself in the Northeast. And once she was there, she visited New York and realized she loved it, enough to at least want to spend a few years there before heading home.

I told her that sounded pretty much what I’d done, except I came from California, not Georgia, and I’d gone to the East Coast first for college, then stayed for law school. We commiserated over how different New York was from where we were from, but she, flashing that smile again, said she was just really excited to explore it this summer.

“So why New York, why not D.C. or Boston or somewhere else?” she asked.

I leaned back in the chair and slowly ran my hand through my hair, “I actually came here initially because I was dating this girl and we thought we were gonna end up here together.”

She grimaced, “Sounds like you guys aren’t together anymore.”

I raised my eyebrows regretfully, shaking my head, “No, we aren’t. But I do love being here, I really do.” I shrugged my shoulders, “I guess things turned out after all.”

The conversation went smoothly as she asked me questions about the firm and New York and we got to know each other. She was a rich girl with Southern class and it came across. Between that and her beauty, she would’ve seemed unapproachable except for her smile. It didn’t take much to bring it out, and it completely changed her vibe when it did. The conversation wasn’t sexual in the slightest, there wasn’t even sexual tension, but I liked her a lot just from talking to her.

I took her back to the conference room. She smiled at me, “It was nice to meet you!”

“Yeah, of course. Please let me know if you have any questions or any issues.” I raised my hands innocently, “No judgment, I promise.”

“Okay!” she went back inside.

Later that day, I went over to my friend Austin’s office to talk about our mentees. His was a very nerdy guy from a very nerdy school, and they hadn’t had much in common. I told him about Peyton, and he pulled up a picture of her.

“Damn, dude,” he said. “She’s really hot. Does she have a boyfriend?”

I shrugged, “Yeah I guess she is. And I don’t know, I didn’t ask.” It’s not that I lost my eyes after Maddy and I broke up, but I hadn’t been interested in finding someone else so I didn’t really bother to look. And I certainly wasn’t asking if she was taken or not, it was wildly unprofessional.

He rolled his eyes at me, he obviously knew about my breakup. “Dude, Paul, what, are you not gonna date or hook up with anyone ever again? That girl broke up with you months ago.”

I looked at him, offended that he would say that, “What the fuck, man? We were together for years, am I supposed to just, bang,” I clicked my fingers, “Get over it?”

He looked confused, “No one said you have to marry this girl, dude. But you could hook up with her. It might help you get over your ex a little quicker. And summers hook up with associates every year. Remember Ally in our class, she fucked that second year dude?”

“Yeah, sure. Maybe you’re right, I don’t know. I really hadn’t thought about it.” I paused, “Oh well, I mean, she probably has a boyfriend.”

I thought about what Austin had said for the next few days. Was that really what I wanted? Would it be good for me? She was sexy, but wasn’t it arrogant for me to just presume she’d want to fuck me, even if she was single? I bounced those questions in my head for a while, and after quite a bit of thought, I decided that if she seemed interested, I’d take my chance and hope that it would help me get over Maddy faster.

Nothing happened over the next few weeks. Work continued as usual for me, Peyton and I got coffee on occasion, there were at least a few lunches with a couple of other associates and a couple of other summers, and they had a couple of events that I attended. She and I got to know each other pretty closely, but our interactions were always strictly professional, if exceedingly friendly. She smiled a lot, but she did that with everyone, she was such a warm, bubbly person that I didn’t think anything of it.

I did, however, learn that she didn’t have a boyfriend. She’d had a guy she kinda liked near the end of the last school year, but she didn’t like him enough to not want to be single and fun in New York. Well… that was one question answered at least.

It was getting towards the end of the summer when we had a Wednesday event after work, a show, and I assured her earlier in the day that I’d be there. I came a little late, work had kept me, and I got there just in time for the show. I had a few drinks and hung out with some friends. After the show, we all went to a nearby bar that the firm had rented out, and the crowd of summers mingled with the associates, all crowding for drinks.

I saw Peyton as I came in, looking beautiful, and she waved at me from across the room. I went to the bar and got her a drink I knew she liked. She smiled when I gave it to her, “You remembered my drink.”

I gave her a devilish smile back, “Of course.”

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was hilarious. And everyone was so talented.”

I glanced around and all her friends had melted away, leaving just the two of us. “Wanna sit down?” I asked her, motioning to a couch.

Over the next hour or so, we talked about everything, getting more personal as we got more drinks, with our friends coming over every so often to interrupt us. I felt loose and comfortable and happy around her in a way that I hadn’t in a long time. The alcohol helped, sure, but she did too. Her smiles, the way her hair framed her face, the subtle but electric touch of her hand to my wrist or my shoulder, how her perfume smelled as she leaned in to say something to me.

Okay, now my questions had all been answered. Maddy breaking up with me had made me feel so unwanted, undesirable, I’d just assumed that there was no way any woman would want to be with me, especially not someone who oozed sex appeal like Peyton. And I realized that I did want her, badly. It was time for me to start moving on, and Peyton was going to be the one to help me do it.

But it wasn’t to be that night. Someone came over and whispered something in her ear. Apparently, the girl she was living with for the summer got too drunk at the event and needed some help getting home. She leaned into me, I could smell her perfume and feel her hair on my shoulder.

“Hey, I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

“Everything all right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she nodded. “It’s just Elena, I have to take her home.” She made a hand gesture indicating that poor Elena had had too much to drink.

“Oh no, I’m sorry!” My voice indicated that I was okay with it, but really I was crushed. She had no idea how turned on she’d made me over that time. I went home that night as sexually frustrated as I’d ever been.

“So sorry! I’ll see you soon!” she said as waved goodbye and walked out.

I thought about how I should pursue her all of Thursday and Friday, make what’d been so close on Wednesday into a reality as soon as possible. I had plans with work friends for Friday night, I considered whether I should get her number or message her on Facebook, or if the right strategy was to just hang back.

I still wasn’t sure what to do by Friday night as I met up with my friends, desperately looking to blow off some steam. I wore a blue button-down, leaving the top couple of buttons unbuttoned, tan chinos, and white sneakers. We’d been out for a few hours already, bouncing around a few places in the East Village, when Austin said that we were going to Murray Hill to meet up with some of the summers at a bar up there.

Peyton saw me as I walked in. She came over, that massive smile on her face as she hugged me. “Hey! You made it!”

What a welcome surprise, the answer to all I’d worried about was already here, I thought, feeling her body tight against mine. Of course I’d seen hints of her tits through her blouse over the course of the summer, no tricks of fabric could hide them completely, but feeling them pressed against my chest – firm and massive, perfectly round – that was something else entirely. She wore a low-cut blue dress that showed them off, they bulged out of it like water spilling over a dam, completely hiding her gold necklace.

She’d clearly had a few drinks, and her demeanor wasn’t like I’d seen her at any point so far that summer. She hung on my arm as I waited at the bar, not leaving my side. I got my drink and headed back to their table, she came with me. We sat in the booth alone and continued Wednesday night’s conversation as we could with the music pumping down over us.

As we finished our drinks, I grabbed her hand and led her out to the dance floor where all our friends were. She settled up against me, digging her ass into my crotch as my hands explored her hips, her stomach, those incredible tits. As I squeezed them, that only made her grind harder against me.

Some time later, we stumbled out onto the street with everyone else in our group as the bar closed. It was 3:45 in the morning. By then, everyone knew what was happening that night between she and I, and everyone was giving us the encouragement to get out of there.

In a flash, we were in the Uber, up the stairs to my apartment, and she had pressed me against the wall of the hallway in front of my apartment, she couldn’t even keep her hands off of me to get inside. We kissed, my lips feeling the wetness and fullness of hers, our tongues getting to know each other, our hands clutching each other’s faces. She dropped her hand on my cheek and ran it down my chest, feeling the hardness of my body.

Finally, I managed to escape her clutches enough to get us inside. This is before I had the beautiful apartment from the first story, this apartment was merely functional. I stood over her in the middle of the apartment, our arms around each other as I leaned down and kissed her. My hands went straight to those amazing tits, squeezing them lightly with both hands. At the same time, her hands reached for my cock, made hard by the feel of her body and the sight of her on me, gripping it through my pants before undoing my belt, unbuttoning the pants, and pulling it out.

I wanted her right then. I slid her dress off her shoulders, and there they were. Just as big, round, and firm as they seemed, her nipples sticking up like little thumbs. As the dress fell down, I saw her tight stomach interrupted by her belly button piercing. I leaned down and kissed her neck, she moaned and leaned her head back with each kiss.

She pushed me back to the bed so that I was lying with my feet on the floor and stepped out of her dress as I unbuttoned and threw aside my shirt. She leaned over me and kissed me on the lips, down my neck, my chest, my abs, the v-line on my pelvis, before she got to my cock. My hands grasped her ass.

Peyton looked right at me, her eyes radiating desire as she slowly licked my cock from base to tip. She looked up at me, smiled, then licked it again. She picked it up with one hand and, eyes still on mine, her tongue circling the head, before putting the head in her mouth as her hand stroked me up and down. I sat up to watch her, but I leaned my head back and moaned loudly.

She licked up and down it again, getting all seven inches of it wet. Now that I was wet for her, she took me in her mouth, stroking me in tandem. After a few seconds, wanting to tease me more, she took it out of her mouth and, again looking at me, licked the full length, before taking me into her mouth and sucking yet again.

I pushed her hair out of her eyes, and held a hand in her hair to guide her, but otherwise I just sat back and enjoyed the sight: her small hand struggling to hold my cock, it glistening with her spit, her pretty face working it. She took it out of her mouth and smiled at me. I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her, her mouth hot from the heat of my cock.

“I wanted you so bad on Wednesday,” I whispered to her.

“Me too.”

“That bitch Elena,” I joked.

She laughed and kissed me again, her hand stroking my cock, her tits pressed into my chest. I could feel their weight. I grabbed her ass and rolled over onto her, she helped me get her panties off in the process. I kissed her and moved down to her tits, letting my tongue dance across her nipples, hard as diamonds.

As I focused on them, her hands pressing me into her tits, I reached down and slid one, then two, fingers inside her. I kissed her as my fingers brushed against her g-spot, speeding up as she started to buck against them. I wanted her to cum, and I worked them with every bit of deftness I could muster.

As her moans got louder and her bucking more urgent, I sped up. As I could see the wave building in her, I reached with my other hand and twisted her nipple, hard. That touch drove her over the edge, her body tensing and spasming uncontrollably, her existence reduced to a puddle on the bed. She sat up and kissed me, running her hands all over my body and down to my cock.

“God, I want you,” she murmured in my ear. “Please give this to me.”

Normally I use condoms, but in this moment I was (ahem) not in my fullest capacity at this point, and I made an impulsive decision. I needed to be inside her, right then, letting her warmth and wetness envelop me. I pulled her body to me, holding it against me as I reached down and picked her up. My arms held her up while hers clutched tightly around my neck, her body was tight and toned in all the places except where it showed her femininity.

I slid her down me until the head of my cock was positioned right at the entrance to her pussy. I felt the softness of her lips and her wetness as she begged me to put it inside her. With a grunt, I gave her what she begged for, I couldn’t believe how easily I slid right in.

As I started to slowly bounce her up and down, her moans filled the room, “Holy shit, you feel so good. Oh yeah, fuck me!” She held onto me so tightly I was afraid her nails would tear open my back.

I laid her down on the bed on her back and I stood over her at the edge of the bed, her left leg up on my right shoulder. I didn’t waste any time, I slammed myself into her and let her gasp as I started to take her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so deep,” she moaned as I increased my pace, my hands pressing on her hips, not worried about how much weight I was putting on her. I used every muscle I had to make every thrust count, and her body shook with every one, her tits bouncing uncontrollably.

Her moans became an indecipherable series of sounds as she reached her hand down to rub her clit as my cock filled her. Again, I saw her getting close, the wave building in her body. I could feel myself tensing as well, the muscles in my ass tightening, my hands grasping her even harder.

As she screamed out, “Fuck, I’m cumming!” in another one of those spasming orgasms, I pulled out of her and stroked my cock, moaning loudly as it exploded all over her, covering her stomach and tits with rope after rope of cum.

We both just stayed right where we were, trying to catch our breath. Once I could breathe again, I leaned down and kissed her, our mouths open against each other, our tongues deep in each other’s mouths, as we showed our mutual appreciation for each other. She smelled like a delicious mix of sweat, sex, and perfume, I couldn’t get enough of her. I ran my hands through her hair as we kissed, she held my face.

I went in the bathroom and grabbed her a towel for her to clean off. She smiled up at me as she did, the same smile that had so drawn me in the first time I met her. I smiled back, running my hands through my hair as I yawned, the first light of the summer morning coming through the window.

I drew the curtain to keep the light out. She put on one of my shirts, I put on shorts, and I pulled her towards me in bed. I was exhausted and I wanted to have a beautiful woman sleeping there with me.

For those who like to hear what happened after, Peyton was an excellent catalyst to getting over Maddie. It still took a while, but those few times I was with Peyton in the last few weeks of her summer really helped me. It was exactly what I needed at the time.

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