I remember when I first met him about a year and a half ago and I felt something towards him. I asked my friend Claire about him and she proceeded to tell me he had a girlfriend. I remember being kind of sad for about 10 minutes, but I quickly got over it. We got a lot closer this year, though! Me and Claire hang out with him and his roommate a lot. They have a cool cat named Carl.
Anyways. In February, Brent told Claire boyfriend he thought I was hot. So then, over spring break, me and Brent kind of started texting and snapchatting, and I was pretty sure something was going to happen between us. But when I got back to school, he kind of randomly just stopped talking to me. Found out a few weeks later that he was getting back with his ex girlfriend. They had a really shitty relationship and have both cheated on each other multiple times, so I was a bit confused, but whatever. Last night, we went out with him and his roommate after their concert. As me and Claire were getting ready, she turned to me.
“You know… I bet you could get him tonight.” I laughed and glanced towards her, narrowing my eyes.
“Isn’t he back with Jenna?”
“I mean… Sort of. But I wouldn’t put it past him… He clearly wants you.” My eyebrows lifted and we both began to laugh. I bit down on my bottom lip, pondering for a moment.
“Fuck,” I laughed. “Alright.”
We ended up going to a bar and then walking over to a slightly ratchet hookah bar. Me and Brent had talked a bit at the bar, and he mentioned that him and Jenna weren’t really officially back… Just talking. But I could see her name with a heart continuously popping up on his phone. As our friends fell into conversation, I texted him from across the table.
*Me: Wait.*
He looked up at me and I smirked softly.
*Him: Waiting.*
*Me: Be subtle…. We should hang after.*
*Him: Haha “hang”*
*Me: You know exactly what I’m talking about. Just thought it’d be fun.*
*Him: Oh, it would be. But I don’t know…*
*Me: It’s up to you.*
He placed his phone face down on the table and glanced at me. I tilted my head to the side, taking in a puff of smoke and touching my foot against his under the table.
*Him: You’re a savage.*
*Me: You have no idea.*
*Him: Ugh.. It’s really tempting.*
At this point, our friends were ready to leave, so we all went to my car. We dropped him and his roommate off at their apartment. I sent him another text telling him I was dropping my friend off at her car. He responded, telling me he was unsure and didn’t think he could do it. I accused him of being a tease and put the phone down. Me and Claire shrugged it off and drove back to her car. As she was about to get out of the car, my phone screen lit up.
*Him: Ok, fine.*
Her and I smiled and looked at each other My hands were shaking.
*Me: Wow. You’re making it sound like a chore.*
*Him: Come over.*
Me and Claire stared at each other and broke out laughing. Keep in mind, this hook up was about to break about 8 months of sexual tension. She hugged me and wished me luck. I drove back over to his apartment.
He came to get me from my car, and we didn’t say anything. I just followed him. Him and I sat with his roommate in the living room and watched an episode of Black Mirror. It was already 2:30 AM and I was starting to get sleepy. He pulled a blanket over us and I tucked my feet under his legs. He started to rub the side of my leg under the blanket, and I could feel myself start to get wet.
Thankfully, the episode ended and him and I escaped to his room. I sat down on his bed and watched him as he shut the door and lit a candle. I laughed gently, teasing him.
He moved towards me, laying on the other side of the bed. I watched his eyes as he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. He reached behind my head and grabbed my hair in his fist, tilting my head backwards as his hot breath hit my neck. I moaned quietly, my mouth falling open. He moved his other hand to wrap around my throat and I squealed quietly. He tore my clothes off smoothly, pressing his mouth against my breast. He continued to grind himself against me, and I could feel his hard cock against my jeans.
“I really want you.” I whispered into his ear, pulling him towards me with my hand against the back of his neck. He smirked and slipped his pants off, grabbing a condom and slipping it on.
“No foreplay?” I questioned, sitting up slightly as he pulled my jeans and underwear off.
“You don’t need it.” I can’t lie, he wasn’t wrong. He pushed me down towards the bed and kissed me, hard. He slipped inside of me and it felt pretty fucking great. He was a bit smaller than I had hoped, but it was still really nice. He placed my feet over my head, curling his right hand tightly around my neck as he continued to fuck me. I gasped and grabbed at his wrist, and he let me catch a breath here and there.
I climbed on top of him, removing the condom and sucked his dick for a few minutes. I loved hearing the way he moaned, falling into my spell. I rode him until he came and we collapsed next to each other, falling asleep in each others arms.
The morning came, and I felt him placing a soft kiss against the side of my neck. I giggled slightly, groaning about how early it was. He began to grind his hips against my back, making sure I could feel his hard on. I inhaled quickly, shutting my eyes. He reached his hand around to touch my neck, smirking as he squeezed lightly. I wriggled from his grasp, smiling.
“Let’s shower.”
He smiled and followed me into the bathroom. He turned on the water, and as we waited for it to warm up, he pushed me against the door, pinning my wrists to the wall and planting a strong kiss on my lips. I let out a slight noise before he let me go, leading me into the shower. We washed each other’s hair and I teased him about his choice of shampoo. He sat down on the ledge of the bath.
“Come here.” He motioned to his hard cock. I opened my mouth slightly, locking my gaze on him.
“How am I supposed to do this?”
He shrugged.
“Figure it out.” I laughed softly and lowered myself onto his lap, facing away from him. His cock entered me swiftly and I rode him for a few minutes, both of us trying to hold back our sounds. I tired out and fell off as he chuckled.
“Nice job. That was nice.” His sense of humor is quite dry. We laughed and washed each other’s bodies. We got dressed and he walked me to my car. Neither of us said anything. Just a small kiss and a wave goodbye.
I would say it was a pretty successful Saturday night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9p5997/mf_breaking_8_months_of_sexual_tension