“So I heard your boyfriend broke up with you. I’m really sorry. He was just an asswipe.”
“I don’t know anymore. Can you just come over? I need someone to cheer me up.”
“Sure. I’ll do it. Give me a minute. Bye.”
“Bye.”
He hung up the phone.
In a few minutes, he had a jacket on and creeped to the door, careful not to wake up his parents.
It was dangerous, the rattle his car made when it started. He was sure he was caught. The ride was out of memory, a place he had once been. His thoughts were only on not getting caught.
As he arrived, the blackness of the night and the awkwardness of it all made him reconsider his journey. “I’m here,” read his text.
A shadow appeared in the bathing light that poured out the door. As he entered the gate, his anxiety grew.
He had never been inside before, especially not in the dead of night. The house was messy, clothes of all sorts sitting on the chairs and tables.she invited him to sit next to her on the open couch. Now he really felt awkward. The dark silence in the room was too much. He thought about holding her and squeezing her tight. Isn’t that what she wanted? Isn’t that part of sympathizing with someone-letting them cry it out first? She didn’t cry. Her eyes were not red, but her phone caught her attention more than anything.
His interest began to shift to his new environment. He noted individual items on the furniture. A squishy blue brace amused his hands for a long while.
He finally picked one of the pieces of clothing off the table.
“Are these panties?” He asked of the really sexual garments.
“Oh. I’m sorry, yeah. I think those were actually mine,” she replied.
“If those are the ones you let the table wear, then I wonder what kind of crazy hot panties you wear.”
“They’re not that hot, just blue, see?” She pulled down the side of her shorts for a second to flash him the blue fabric.
She looked at him for a second, and said something that had been on her mind for such a long time.
“You really turn me on. I just don’t know what it is about you, but I’ve always had this feeling when I’m around you where I’m so vulnerable and so exposed, but I’m just so comfortable.”
“What does that mean?” He replied back.
“It means you’re sexy, and I’m comfortable around you. I don’t want yo be sad, so instead of you comforting me while you’re here,” she said, “I want to actually have a little fun.”
“What do you want to do?” He asked.
“Let me show you.” She responded.
As soon as the last word rolled off her tongue, she had her hands around the bottom of her shirt. With one smooth and sensual movement, the atmosphere around them changed as did their entire relationship: she was shirtless.
The delicate print of her multicolored bra was a thin covering for her generous breasts. The cups perfectly held in place the soft skin that led down to her barely-covered nipples. She looked down at herself flirtatiously as he looked taken aback in her spontaneous decision. She took her right hand and pulled it up to her mouth as she gently sunk a tooth into that sleek pointer finger.
With the other hand, she traced around her midsection and up her spine, to a point where she paused to look downward as she undid with the one hand the strap of her bra.
As her eyes slowly rose to meet his gaze, the fabric slowly lowered due to the forces or gravity and the slight shifting of her shoulders as she let it slip down off of her bosom.
Her hands lowered to the couch and the brassiere fell all the way off, revealing two very pointed, knobby teats with a surrounded by the aroused goosebumps she received from the cold air of the December house.
She leaned forward, her lips pressing into his slightly, sensually, carefully caressing his mouth with her own as the tension in the room turned to pure sexual bliss.
Not long after, her hand had traveled to the front of his pants. As she undid the button, her hand encountered a bump and her delicate lips curled into a smile, all still interlocked with his own.
She unfurled the object of her passion from its chamber and immediately brightened as the stiff appendage met all her expectations and more…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/beinyi/mf_a_partial_story_i_wrote_based_on_a_reallife