Heavy make-out with a new guy two [f]eet from [m]y ex. | 2016

James and I met a year and a half ago on one of our University’s dance teams. He is 5’11” has black hair, broad shoulders and makes a nose ring and gages look sexy. I’m 5’3”, 125 pounds, have perky breasts that fit both A and B cups, and long brown hair. I always thought James was cute, but I quickly began dating another man on the team.

Over the last few months, the sexual tension grew between us as my relationship deteriorated. At team parties our dancing became steadily inappropriate for a girl in a long-term relationship. My relationship kept us from moving beyond the occasional dirty dance, but that never stopped James’ open demeanor. He had no problem telling me he would take advantage of my body a few times a night if given the opportunity, telling me how sexy I looked, or that he liked using ice, handcuffs and blindfolds during sex. I’m incredibly turned on by the idea of being tied down during sex but haven’t had much of the chance to try it. The forbidden fruit became more and more tempting. I looked on enviously as girls took Peppermint Patty body shots off of him and licked chocolate sauce off of his neck at parties.

Last week my boyfriend and I broke up two days before Valentines Day and three days before my 20th birthday. I spent Valentines Day with both James and my new ex at a dance competition. All day, I kept sneaking looks at James whenever he was in view. He had no idea I was now single, and I was dying to tell him. I wasn’t even sad about my breakup because every iota of my brain was focused on the thought of his body on mine.

I finally had the chance later that night. At a party after the competition to celebrate a mutual friend’s birthday, I was drinking heavily. James approached the drinks table, and I struck up conversation, ensuring to casually mention my break-up.

“We’re done. For good.”

“So our dancing is okay now,” he responded with a smile.

“Yes it is,” I giggled suggestively.

“James!” his friend called from across the room, and he turned away. “We’re going to go to the bars now!”

My stomach dropped in disappointment. Not being 21, I can’t go and assumed any chance at hooking up with him disappeared in that instant.

Fortunately, my luck changed again later that night. James and I were staying at the same host house for the competition, and he returned from the bars as I started to get ready for bed. The host was one bed short, so James and I ended up sharing a twin air mattress. His roommate was on the mattress next to us, a fellow teammate on one couch, and my ex was sleeping two feet away from me on the second couch.

As soon as the lights turned off, James hand slipped underneath my tank-top and curled around my stomach beneath our blanket.

“It’s a bit warm in here,” I whispered, pulling away to remove my sweatshirt. Dropping it on the floor next to me, I snuggled back underneath the blankets and back against him.

His hand ran across my hip and down my thigh before sliding up my leg and underneath my shirt again. I rubbed my ass against his crotch in response. Snuggling, we fell asleep.

I woke up at 5:30. I can’t say if I woke up first or he did, but a twin air mattress is so small if one of us wake up they were bound to wake the other. Once he realized we were both awake, his hand sleepily began to explore my body. Up and down my thigh, curving around my ass, and squeezing my stomach. I responded by reaching around to feel his leg, but the awkward angle kept me from feeling much besides his ass, (which I didn’t mind.)

Suddenly, James boldly pushed his hand into my tank-top’s built in bra and squeezed my boobs. At this point it was incredibly difficult to remain silent. His fingers pressed and pulled, and I became hyper sensitive as he pushed the boundary further lightly slid his fingertips across my nipples.

The tension making me about to burst, I rolled over and kissed him for the first time. His lips were incredibly, pillowy soft. So different from my ex’s thin lips, the variety turned me on even more. Twitching my hips, grinding them against the side of his leg, I began to rub my thigh up and down. I could feel him grow underneath my continual pressure.

My tongue slid into his mouth and danced around. He began to nibble on my lip, increasing the pressure as he drew away. By now he was biting on my lower lip rather than nibbling. Silence was becoming increasingly more and more difficult. At this point I’m already soaking wet. I can’t believe this is finally happening after wanting it for so long. And only two feet from my sleeping ex!

I bent my head and slid my tongue along his neck, nibbling along the way. He responded by kissing my neck in just the right spot. I couldn’t handle it any more and let out a small moan.

“Shhhhh,” he reminded me.

“Sorry,” I mumbled with a suppressed giggle.

We returned to kissing and I began humping his leg more vigorously. The kisses became more passionate. Underneath my leg he was as hard as a rock in his pajamas. In response, I began to run my leg along his crotch more slowly and with more pressure. His hands slid into my pants and hungrily grabbed my ass with both hands.

Breathing heavily, James whispered, “I don’t want you to make me cum.”

I further slowed by hips and eventually stopped. At the same time, his hands sped up. With a final squeeze of my ass, he moved them to my chest. Grasping them entirely, he slid his tongue back into my mouth. Hesitantly, slowly, his fingers began to narrow around my nipples. Eventually he squeezed them directly, and I drew a sharp breath of pleasure.

“That’s pretty much the on switch,” I whispered.

We both gave a quiet laugh. James played with my nipples for a few more minutes as our kissing becomes increasingly leisurely, sleepier.

“Happy birthday,” he laughed.

A few minutes of kissing later, I rolled over and we returned to spooning. In only a few minutes, we were back asleep.

When we woke up in the morning, I felt a rush. Nobody knew! There were 3 other guys in the room while we had hooked up, and none of them had the slightest clue!

It’s been four days, and I can’t keep smiling about it. We had lunch yesterday and I’m going over tonight to “borrow a book for Spring Break reading.”

I’m already wearing my cutest lacy, red bra and thong combo. I can’t wait! We’ll be totally alone since he doesn’t have a roommate, and months of sexual tension are finally going to come to fruition.