The Breakup (m/f) | 2016

I dated a girl back in college, and at the time I was madly in love with this girl, but there were signs that it was never going to last forever. The break up was hard as she had cheated on. and I felt terrible waiting for texts that never came. Time went by and I finally got a text saying, "I have a box of your stuff at my place" I replied, "Can I pick it up tonight?". In reality, I just wanted to see her, and I did not want to wait. The bubbles popped up, "Sure" she replied. I jumped in my car and drove to her place. I felt terrified the closer I got, am I making a mistake? Should I send someone else to grab it? My mind was racing with worse case scenarios, the engineer in me always does that. Finally, I get to the door and I text her, "here". She replied, "on my way". I wait anxiously, the door opens and she is standing there in her pink bathrobe. She is tall with raven black hair that goes down halfway her back, she has always had darker skin with a beautiful face. Even with her bathrobe covering up her body you could see her body hour glass with the loose knot of her bathrobe. I instantly felt awkward staring at her body. I probably showed up a lot quicker than she was expecting. We struggle to make eye contact, and I quickly revert back to the mission objective which was collecting the box. She says, "Its in my room:" I follow her through the long hallway, and look at her wet hair thinking about all the times we showered together to "save water". Frustrated with myself for not being able to focus on anything other than sexual thoughts, can I not be civil in this moment? She does not want to have sex right now you pervert! You are her ex for a reason! I end up staring at her ass as she sways her hips down the hall. She catches my eyes as we turn the corner at the end of the hall. I again felt a wave of awkward feelings. We get to her bedroom.

There is a shoe box on the Ottoman. She picks up the box, and I look inside the box It has an array of nick nacks, and things that that I generally wouldn't have kept, a keychain, book, movie, and some boxers. I felt like my time had been wasted coming over. I looked at her and said, " You could have thrown this stuff out, or kept it" she replied, "but it's yours!". I stood there in silence for a moment, her robe had a gap large enough for her cleavage to show, her large breasts easily parted the robe enough to reveal she had no bra on underneath. I could feel my dick stirring in my jeans, and I quickly made eye contact again. I made a quick joke to ease the tension that I was not comfortable with. I had imagined a myriad of conversations, but never just an awkward silence. I kept glancing at her gap in her robes feeling tempted to reach inside. A voice in my head said "Do it!" . Before I knew what I was doing my hand had reached into her robe, and placing my right hand on the small of her back, and with ease, I pulled her close. I dropped the shoe box out of my left hand, and grabbed her wet hair and pulled it back to make it easier to kiss her. It felt so good to touch something so intrinsically familiar, and yet terror now filled me in this moment! What had I done? Will she scream! I then felt her kiss my lips, and terror transformed into passion as we began to kiss. It felt so good, and I could feel my dick hardening by the second. I undid her sloppy robe knot with one of my hands, and I could see she was wearing one of her lacey panties that always made her feel sexy. Her large breasts and aroused nipples now free from the confines of her robe I could feel my dick twitch with a surge of excitement. I caressed her breast feeling the nipple ring dance under my hand. I guided her to her bed, pushed her back on the edge of the bed and her robes fell open, and her breasts bounced. She began to reach up to undo my belt, but I said, "no, you play with yourself slut." I had never called a girl a slut before, but it just seemed to excite her more. She was converting my anger into sexual tension. As I was undoing my belt buckle, I could see her right hand slip underneath her panties. She began rubbing her clit aggressively and biting her lower lip in anticipation.

I pulled off my shirt revealing the farm boy body that has carried me through life, strong muscles that were built on the farm, rather than in the gym. I pulled her panties off, revealing her pussy already wet from anticipation. I undid my belt, and dropped my jeans, my dick was relieved to be granted freedom. He was eager to be liberated from the confines of my boxer, and with pulling down my boxers he popped up. My dick is a fat, with 6 inches to give, and has European sophistication as I was born In Europe and they don't circumcise out there. I could see her eyes widen, she wanted my dick badly. I got on top of her, and spread her legs, she had shaven her pussy, and it confirmed she wanted to get fucked tonight. I rubbed my dick on her pussy, and I could feel how delightfully wet, and warm she felt. I did this and grabbed one of her stunning breasts. I stared into her dark eyes. I was angry that this was a part of my life that had vanished over-night. I pushed my dick into her slightly, and she let out a sigh as if she was holding her breath in anticipation. I slowly pushed deep into her. I could feel her relax her legs as she enjoyed the slow penetration. I then pulled out almost completely. My next thrust having just a little more speed. It felt so good, warm and wet, with her pussy tight around my dick having had a few weeks of neglect. I picked up the pace, and her breasts began to sway. I felt exhilarated by all the emotions I was feeling, anger, surprise, delight, fear, and mourning all were cycling over me. I had now picked up the pace, and I felt strange, normally I would already begin to feel my climax beginning to build inside me. Was I now not attracted to her? I decided to switch positions, flipping her over with ease, and pulling her into doggy style. She arched her back down showing her wet pussy open up slightly, it was all the invitation I would require.

I began thrusting into her with a more aggressive momentum, I grabbed her hips, and pulled them into me, she was now beginning to moan. I stared at her ass as it bounced against my hips. I felt invigorated by her moans, and I picked up the pace. I could sense her body tensing slightly, she was getting closer to an orgasm. I leaned over grabbing her hair, I said, " Don't you dare orgasm before me, whore!". It was enough to send her over the edge, and I felt her pussy gripping my dick tightly and pulsate. I felt her whole body shake under the orgasm. I let her body relax through it, and I began to stroke again, as I was not finished. I again picked up the pace, and she moaned louder, if anyone else was home, they would have no doubt what was happening. The pace and the duration of fucking her was causing me to sweat intensely, and my lungs were burning. Sweat was dripping off of my forehead onto her back in large drops, and I felt her body begin to tense up again for a second orgasm. I wanted to slow down, but I wanted ot be inside when she orgasmed again. " I rubbed the pool of sweat on her back. I then pulled her hair to thrust harder, and her moans again gained intensity. I felt her second orgasm starting, and It was too intense, I came hard. I felt a large load pumping into her, as her pussy twitched, and gripped my dick hard. I pulled out, and cum was already running down her leg, she collapsed as cum stained her sheets, and I was still sweating, and trying to catch my breath. She was in a sort of bliss stun, and I admired her beautiful body. I reminded myself it was over in more ways than one. Without the ceremonial cuddle, I got up, dressed and left without a word. Leaving the trinket box dropped on the floor.

A few days later, I got a text "I still haven't wiped off the sweat, that was amazing!" Yet, we both knew it was over, and the banter faded, and we parted ways in life