[M]y ex found out I’ve started dating again, so he [F]ingered me while my best friend watched. Part 1.

My ex John and I broke up three months ago but have remained in contact since then as we’re part of the same friend group. The night of this story, he and I had gone out with three of our friends to a bar near university—and ended up fucking each other’s brains out. Twice.

Descriptions:

John is around 21, brown-haired and brown-eyed, built like a football player, although a little short. I’ve always found his wide shoulders to be my favorite part of his body.

Meanwhile, I’m 22, also brown-eyed. I have long, dark brown hair with natural beach curls. I’m curvy, with Cup D tits, and I’m often called beautiful, as well.

Back story:

John and I met up one cab ride away from the bar so we could split the fare going there. I had just gone from a date with a guy I met online and was wearing skinny jeans and a red top that was unbuttoned to show a hint of my cleavage. Our university doesn’t have a dress code, so most of the time, students are in t-shirts and shorts. Noticing my “dressed up” outfit, John asks where I’ve been, and I answer with, “Dinner.”

“With whom?” he asks.

John had always been big on honesty while we were together. Which is why I was never really comfortable lying to him and didn’t see any reason to begin now.

“Just someone,” I answered, gesturing vaguely, hoping he would drop it.

No chance, of course. He asks, “You went on a date then?”

I shrug in reply and tell him to quit asking about it. He goes quiet, and I can tell he’s trying not to think about it or bring it up, but just as we reach the bar, he spits out:

“So you like him?”

I give him a look, and we leave the cab to head to the bar.

John was uncharacteristically quiet the first half hour we were at the bar. I could tell he was unhappy about me going on a date, but it’s not like he could do anything about it. Soon, though, the alcohol cheers him up, and the night is spent laughing and talking about sex and consuming ungodly amounts of alcohol.

We have booth seats, and throughout the night, John and I slide closer and closer to each other, until we’re close enough that he’s able to occasionally put his arm around my waist. It feels good, so I lean into him a little.

At around this point, we are drinking tequila, so naturally, I exclaim that “Tequila makes me so fucking horny.”

John smirks at me. “I know. I was wondering why you hadn’t been flirting with me yet.”

Our friends laugh, and I roll my eyes, smiling. But when their attention turns to something else, I slide my hand under the table and along John’s thigh, slowly inching towards his dick but stopping short.

“You were saying?” I whisper into his ear.

His grip on my waist tightens, and I feel his breath hitch.

The night continues like this, with my hand stroking his dick from time to time. I’m impressed at how he keeps conversations up, as if his dick weren’t straining hard against his jeans. He keeps his hands to himself, though, as he can’t touch my tits, pussy, or ass without being painfully obvious.

At around midnight, we head out the bar and walk towards the main road. There are only three of us left: me, John, and one of my best friends, Max.

Max is a year older than me and looks like your typical nerd. He’s a great guy, but we’ve never been attracted to each other. Anyway, Max is talking on his phone with his girlfriend and is walking ahead of us. Which means it’s John’s turn to tease.

He slaps my ass as we walk and then leaves his hand there in a firm grip. I moan out loud every time he squeezes. There’s not a lot of people outside, so neither of us are very self-conscious. At this point, it’s obvious we’re going to end up having sex before the night ends.

Finally, the three of us get into a cab. Max regularly hosts sleepovers, so that’s where we head. John and I have actually fucked multiple times at Max’s house in the past, and so have our other friends. Probably thinking along those lines, Max jokes, “If you guys are gonna fuck, tell me so I can pretend to sleep.”

We laugh, although John whispers “I think he’s being serious” into my ear.

When we get to Max’s house, we drink some more until we all agree that if we drink another drop, we’re going to end up with alcohol poisoning. Weirdly enough, none of us are passed out or puking. Probably has something to do with being in our early 20s.

We all head into Max’s room, which has one double bed and one single bed. Max takes the single bed. John and I take the other one.

Sex begins here:

We’re all over each other the moment we hit the mattress. There’s another room in the house, plus an attic and two bathrooms, but I think John was in the mood for showing off.

We make out furiously, and his hands make quick work of getting my tits out of my bra and shirt. He grabs and kneads my tits, making me moan. I pull him under the blankets so Max can’t see us, but I’m too drunk to have control over how noisy I am.

“He can hear you, you know,” John mutters against my mouth.

I kiss my way from his jaw to his neck, and I whisper into his ear, “How loud do you want me to be?”

He slaps my ass, making me whimper.

“Louder.”

“Anything,” I breathe into his ear, still moaning. “I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Suddenly, he pulls the blankets down and starts kissing down my neck until his mouth lands on my tits. I don’t know if Max is watching, but if he is, then he’s getting one hell of a show. John sucks noisily on my nipples, but my whimpering drowns him out anyway. His hands grip my ass and make their way towards my pussy.

“I like your shirt, by the way,” he comments. Whether it’s because it’s a nice shirt or because my tits are now hanging out of them, I’m not sure.

“I wore it for you,” I answer.

“Really? You didn’t wear it for him?” he asks, referring to my date.

Before I can answer, he pushes his thumb against my clit, and I moan. I had changed into a thin pair of leggings earlier, so his hand easily finds his way inside my panties and pushes three fingers inside my pussy. With his fingers wet from my sopping pussy, he then starts flicking my clit the way he knows will make me cum in minutes.

At this point, I’m making so much noise, even the neighbors are getting a show. I’m whimpering and moaning and begging him not to stop.

John brings his lips back against mine and kisses me hard for a few seconds. His fingers are still rubbing my clit. I groan when his tongue leaves my mouth.

“Did he kiss you like that?” he asks.

“No,” I gasp.

He then brings his mouth over my tits. His tongue swirls over my nipples, and my hips start bucking against his hand.

He brings his mouth back to my ear. “Did you let him suck your tits like that?”

“No,” I whimper. “No, please, don’t stop.”

In response, he plunges his fingers back into my pussy.

“How about this? Did he finger you like this?” he asks, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

I groan a long no and whimper, “No, please, just you, just you.”

“Good.”

His fingers exit my pussy and touch my clit again, and I start coming.

I’m muttering “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” and gripping his shoulders hard and moaning like crazy. By the time I stop whimpering, his mouth is on my neck again.

He lets me calm down a little, going back to fondling my tits, and when I’m breathing regularly again, he says—out loud instead of whispering like he did earlier—”Suck me.”

I get out of the bed, tits still on display, and pull him towards the living room. Sorry, Max, show ends here.

John unbuckles his belt and sits on the couch. I take my position in front of him, kneeling, and my hands take out his dick.

It’s been months since I last sucked his cock, but of course, I still know exactly how to drive him crazy. I start with kissing his dick up and down, my eyes never leaving his. I then lick his balls and start sucking softly on them, never breaking eye contact.

I alternate between kissing his length and lapping up his balls until his hand grips my hair just the way I like it. Translation: Get that dick inside your throat now.

But first, I lick up and down his shaft, getting him nice and wet, making sure to swirl my tongue around his head, leaving little kisses as I make my way up and down.

And then, without preamble, I take his whole length into my mouth.

He starts groaning and muttering, “Yes, fuck, suck that dick, baby,” and I comply. One of my hands goes to touch his balls while I suck, and he grips my hair hard and starts fucking my mouth.

Several times, I have to tap urgently against his leg so he would let up and allow me to catch my breath. I do my best to make sure I go deep, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, but seeing as how my body is still full of alcohol, I struggle more than usual.

After several minutes of sucking, he tells me to ride him. I take a few seconds to wipe the spit off my mouth and get completely naked.

And then I slowly slide down on his dick, whimpering all the way down.

Whether it’s the alcohol or the familiarity, I’m not sure, but taking his dick inside me feels better than ever. I go to town on that cock, riding like my life depended on it, his face buried in my tits, sucking like his life depended on it, too.

After a few minutes, he tells me to get off so he can fuck me from behind. I get on all fours on the couch, while he positions behind me and slams the full length of his dick inside my pussy.

“Max was staring at your tits earlier,” he said, slapping my ass as he continues to fuck me.

I can only moan in response.

“You were so fucking noisy, too,” he added.

“Your. fault.” I manage to grunt.

“Yep,” he replies, giving me a particularly hard thrust and making me cum all over again.

He doesn’t stop thrusting and even reaches forwars to grab my tits while I’m quivering against him and crying out repeatedly.

When I’m done, he pulls out and pulls me to my feet, kissing me while his hands wrap around my waist lovingly. One hand reaches up to stroke my hair.

“I wanna fuck you in the ass,” he says.

I trail a finger along the length of his dick, and I feel it twitch in response. “Anything.”

I go back on all fours. We don’t have a condom or lube, but my pussy was so fucking wet that his coated dick was able to enter my ass relatively easily.

He starts thrusting slowly, his hand gripping my ass tight. After a few minutes, he says it’s too tight for him to keep going.

I tell him to wash up so he can finish in my mouth.

He goes to the bathroom and does just that, taking several minutes to make sure he’s clean. Afterwards, he pulls me back into Max’s room, where we find Max asleep (or maybe just pretending to?).

He lies down on the bed and I position myself beside him, lying sideways so he can grab my hair and my tits at his leisure while I suck him dry.

He gives me full reign at blowing him and settles with pulling at and twisting my nipples so that I’m moaning with his dick inside my mouth. He encourages me from time to time with groans of “Fuck, yes, baby, that feels so good,” and “Suck my dick, babe” and variations thereof.

We do this for several minutes before his hand grabs my hair, pushes my head down against his dick, and shoots his cum into my mouth, groaning my name out loud as he does.

When he’s done, I sit up and smile at him, his cum still in my mouth. I figure I already had way too many liquids in my body, so I go into the bathroom and spit out his cum instead of swallowing. I brush my teeth with the toothbrush I packed, and a few minutes later, John follows and starts cleaning up, as well. I slap his ass as I exit the bathroom.

We put our clothes back on, although he instructs me not to wear my bra, and we pile back on the bed, cuddling.

He kisses my forehead and strokes my hair. We kiss softly while my hands roam his chest. We get a little emotional then, and it’s made clear that we’re both still very much in-love with each other. There’s some crying involved, too, on my part.

However, we both fall asleep before we get a chance to talk about getting back together. My head rests on his chest the whole night.

xxx

I wake up a few hours later to the sound of Max talking to his girlfriend on his phone. I realize that I’m horny again, but I know John is a deep sleeper and will likely be dead asleep for the next few hours.

I decide that we’re going to fuck again before leaving. I softly kiss John on the cheek and fall back asleep.

xxx

In part 2 of the story, we do indeed fuck once again—all while talking about what to do with our relationship. Multitasking at its finest.

Writing soon! xo

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9c5h3u/my_ex_found_out_ive_started_dating_again_so_he