[F]ucking [m]y ex's friend in the coffee shop bathroom | 2016

Well, the first story went okay, so here's my attempt at some more! This takes place about 4 months after the events I described in my first story, although it's not necessary to have read it first.

So Mary and I continued to fuck regularly, always with her as a sub and me as a Dom, and we started to make some rules about it, and even experiment with some non-con roleplaying. But I didn't want to be in a relationship with her (we had nothing in common except for sex) and she was falling in love with me, so even though she knew the score, I still decided it was best for her if I ended it completely. Although the breakup itself went fine, I later learned that she was a complete wreck. Her friends rallied around her, of course, and apparently she recounted everything about our relationship to them, including our sex life.

I learned all of this when one of Mary's friends, Jill, asked me out for a cup of coffee. Jill, by the way, was and is (I still FB-stalk her, of course), one of the most gorgeous women I've ever known--5'8 with long legs, long light brown hair just slightly curly, incredibly fit (I like to see a little bit of muscle definition on a girl and she had that faint hit of a six pack... making me shudder as I think about it), and 36C (large C or small D) tits. And to round it all off she had one of those cute yet smoking faces, like one second she looks like the girl next door and then she lifts her eyebrow just so, and suddenly she's going to eat you alive and you'll love it.

I assumed Jill was taking me out for coffee to let me know how Mary was doing, maybe convince me to talk to her (Mary had been calling me at least twice a week), but no. Jill wanted to talk because she'd been listening to Mary rave about our sex life... and wanted to know if it was true. I almost spit my coffee out. In fact, I think it did kind of give me the nervous shakes at the time... Jill was that beautiful.

Turns out, Jill had been curious about a lot of things sexually, but hadn't trusted any of the guys she'd been with to let them know. She was a little sexually repressed and afraid of coming off as anything other than "a good girl" to them, but with me: I was her close friend's filthy ex...

She turned bright red as she was talking to me, and I probably didn't respond positively soon enough, and she suddenly just excused herself to the bathroom and was gone from the table in a FLASH. My heart was thumping, pumping blood away from my brain and down to my dick at the mere thought of Jill. I knew I was losing my chance, so I did something that I know would never work 99 times out of 100: I followed her into the bathroom.

She was closing the door behind herself, when I snuck in and shut it, locking it and us in the bathroom together. She looked shocked but before she could say anything I kissed her and our bodies melted together. The kiss was rough, from the start, all tongues and teeth and hands groping. Her eyes were closed, but mine weren't (I needed to see all of her), and I pulled her lips from mine. "You're not a good girl, are you Jill?" I said softly but firmly. She shuddered and shook her head. "You're the kind of girl who fucks in the bathroom." It wasn't a question. I kissed her again and reached my hand under her skirt. Already soaked. I pulled her panties off and she groped at my belt. She wasn't doing it quickly enough, so I parted from her and undid my jeans with one hand, while stroking her wet labia with the other.

As my cock came into view, her eyes went wide. "Mary wasn't kidding," she kind of mumbled, as her hand reached for me. We pumped each other for a few moments, my fingers curling up into her g-spot, her hand meekly wrapped around my extra-thick cock, fingers unable to meet. She started to pull me towards her. I stopped her.

"I don't have a condom," I warned.

"I'm not a good girl, remember?" She replied.

I smiled, "That's right."

I grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, hands on the sink, bent over, I lifted up her skirt, and pushed my cockhead against her pussy, splitting her open. She moaned and I put my hand over her mouth... we were still in a bathroom, after all. I tried pushing in more, she was so tight but so wet, each time I'd go in a little, I'd pull back out, wetting more of my cock and then shoving in a little more, repeating until I had bottomed out into her sweet pussy... and then I fucked her hard. My hand was still over her mouth as I hammered her and I leaned over her body, whispering in her ear, "I'm gonna fuck you like the naughty slut you are." She bit my hand and I could feel her pussy clamp on my cock. This wasn't lasting long at all but damn if her orgasm didn't trigger my own sensation of cum boiling. I pulled out just in time as I exploded all over her ass. Both of us still panting, I used her panties to wipe up my cum and then I wadded them up and put them in her purse.

I put my hand on her chin and brought her lips back to mine, a more tender kiss this time. "I want to see you again," I breathed. "I need to see you again," she responded, face flushed. We made plans to meet up again that night (we both had to go back to work!). I left the bathroom first, then she left a few minutes later. It was way in the back, so I don't think any customers heard us but I made eyes with a barista as I left, and he just smiled at me.

Eventually, Jill became my girlfriend of over 3 years, and I've got plenty more stories if anyone's interested.

EDIT: just some grammatical errors that were bothering me.

EDIT 2: The next story in this sequence is here.