Hooking up with (M)y friend's ex-girl(f)riend after a party. | 2016

Returning for my second story, since my first one was so well received. This takes place a couple of months after my encounter with Emily.

I was now several weeks into my first semester at university, and I was finally beginning my ascent out of the post high school slump I had fallen into so long ago. Studying once again had given me a redefined sense of purpose and direction, with the addition of routine and structure being a big bonus, and I’d (sort of) finally come to terms with the loss of some dear friends. The night I spent with Emily, and taking solace in the few good people I had left in my life, had put me in a much better position than I was not too long ago. With spirits high, and a belief that being alive wasn’t so terrible, things were really starting to look up for me.

One afternoon, I received a Facebook notification. It was an invitation to an event; the 18th birthday of an acquaintance of mine from my school days, Chris. I wouldn’t have considered us friends, and hadn’t spoken to him since graduating, however he’d only invited a few people, with me being one of them. Reluctant to go, I checked the guest list, spotting my good friend David and his girlfriend Jane, who I was also close with. Having not seen either of them for some time, being a little lonely as of late, and feeling that I should do Chris the justice of being there, I registered my attendance. It was only at his parent’s house in the next town over; I could always leave if (when) it was boring, I figured.

The night of the party came quickly. I’d decided I needed to give the appearance that my life was going well, and as such, trimmed by beard, styled my hair, and put on a nice outfit. Sometimes it just feels good to look good. With a six pack in hand, I ventured out on a cold Autumn night to the party. Arriving there, the evening was I expected, a dull family and friends affair, with terrible music, no food, and a lot of people I didn’t know. I made my greetings, and after eyeing Jane on her own in a corner, I excused myself and hurried over to her side. We started chatting, mostly about how we regretted coming already, but also just generally catching up, since we’d only seen each other a few times since finishing high school. It was here that I found out her and David were no longer together, something which only happened a couple of days prior, and explained why my friend was nowhere to be seen. I offered my condolences on the situation, and listened to her talk of their issues, whilst slowly working through my drinks, keeping to ourselves in this little corner of the party.

I’d be lying if I said that her newly single status didn’t excite me a little bit. I’d always found her attractive, and more so in recent months with her taking on a new look. She wasn’t my usual type by any means; tattoos, piercings, short hair dyed in unnatural colours – the type of girl you’d expect to see on /r/AltGonewild. I’d not paid her much mind, with her being my friend’s girlfriend and all, but now, my mind began to run away with itself a little bit. We both continued to drink and talk, barely noticing the party happening around us, though you could be forgiven for this, considering very little was actually happening. We flirted lightly back and forth, though this could’ve just been my drunken mind playing tricks on me. The hours ticked by, and eventually, it was nearing midnight. I’d decided I’d had enough, and was desperate for my own bed and a good sleep. Being so late, I had no easy way home, and called a friend to come and collect me and drive me back. Jane however, was also very bored here, and had no intentions of staying any longer, however lived much further away which put her in a bit of a predicament. Unsure of my intentions, I offered the couch at my place, with my friend on the way, which she happily accepted.

The whole ride home, sat in the backseat with her, I was a mixture of anxiousness, anticipation, dread, and excitement. We were dropped off, I gave my friend some money for his troubles, and I took Jane inside, leading her to a separate part of my parent’s home where I lived, complete with bedroom, bathroom, and my own living room. We sat down on the couch together, or rather crashed, and continued our talk, with its slightly flirtatious undertones, and occasional errant touch from both of us. I was still unsure of what I wanted or expected from the situation at this point, and had as little luck deciphering Jane’s thoughts as well. The morality and enticement of being with my friend’s ex of only a few days waged war against one another in my mind. We transitioned into the bedroom, for reasons I don’t particularly remember, perhaps to show her a book, or a movie, or a record I owned. Subconsciously however, I wanted us in there. That much I remember. We fell down onto the bed, lying side by side and still talking. I could feel the alcohol being to wear off, and my heart racing and pounding in my chest. Ever so slowly, she slipped her hand into mine, and our fingers interlocked. I turned my head to look at her, and as she did the same, I knew I had to take what I wanted, morals be damned.

I kissed her, gently at first, tasting the sweetness and softness of her lips, enjoying and savouring it, before our mouths opened, and our tongues began to intertwine. She had a tongue piercing, something I’d never experienced before, and it proved to be an interesting addition. She rolled over on top of me, straddling me, and bet down to continue kissing me furiously, with passion and enthusiasm. It seems so childish to say, but I do enjoy making out, and a girl who does it well is a truly marvellous thing. Jane certainly knew what she was doing. I bit and sucked at her lip and tongue, with her doing the same, the intensity increasing by the second. Eventually, she sat up straight, and skilfully took off her bra without taking off anything else, and dropped it beside the bed, before reaching down, and slowly pulling her shirt off over her head, revealing some of the most gorgeous tits I’ve seen to this day. They were perky, and perfectly shaped, just over a handful, with beautiful pink areolas and nipples to match, a bar piercing through each, which looked unbelievably hot. I was hard as it was just from making out and having her grind on top of me, but the sight of her tits sent me into another gear. I sat up with her and she took my shirt off as well. I wrapped my hands around her back, pulling her in tight, and kissed her, before slowly making my way down; her chin, neck, chest, and then those amazing tits. I kissed them softly, then harder, biting and nibbling, leaving red marks along her pale skin, before moving to the nipples, where I licked, sucked and bit like never before as she moaned and writhed and practically screamed, clawing at my back, and pulling my hair. Supposedly the piercings make them more sensitive, and I thought Jane was going to cum there and then.

Eventually the pants came off as well, I stood up and took of my jeans, and did the same for her, unbuttoning and unzipping them slowly, and sliding them down her beautiful slender legs, leaving only a pair of sexy black lace panties to cover her curvy frame. I took off my boxers as well, which got me a mischievous grin, and a comment about how nice it looked, and the size. I returned the favour, sliding off the panties, and dropping them to the floor to show her glistening pink pussy, and the faintest of bushes. To say it was gorgeous is an understatement. I climbed back onto the bed, to continue making out, but before long Jane pushed me down onto my back, moving down my body. “I’ve not sucked a cock with my tongue piercing before, so this should be fun” she said with a wink and a smile. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. Her cock sucking skills made her kissing seem amateurish in comparison, as she took it all in with ease, wrapping her lips around my dick, and sucking whilst she stroked. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock as she sucked and stroked, and sent a wave of pleasure over me like I’d never felt before, the sensation was incredible. She licked it all over, ensuring to make it as sloppy and wet as possible. She sucked and licked at my balls whilst still stroking, something no girl has done for me since, as I moaned. Back to sucking my cock she went, as I grabbed her by the air and forced her head down, though she didn’t struggle to take it all down her throat. Eventually she came back up, and I told her to lie down as I had been, so I could get her ready for what came next.

I inserted two fingers into her pussy, which went in easily, and began to rock them back and forth slowly, building pace as Jane moaned, groaned, and rocked her hips with my hand. “More” she cried, and put in another. She practically yelled with excitement. With my spare hand I rubbed her clit and could sense her orgasm building. She begged me not to stop and I obliged, rubbing and fingering harder and faster until her legs shook and she yelled and writhed on the bed. It feels good to be able to make that happen. I came up to kiss her once again, and she whispered into my ear to get my cock, which was still as hard as ever, inside her cunt now, and once again, I obliged. I slipped on a condom, figuring safety over pleasure, and pushed myself inside her. Her eyes went wide as my cock found its way into her awaiting pussy, as she let out a gasp and a moan. I don’t consider myself to be huge, but in comparison to her ex-boyfriend, I apparently was. I began to push and pull slowly, getting harder and faster with each thrust. I grabbed her hips and sat up, and holding onto her tightly, pounded away as she screamed in pleasure, rubbing my chest and her clit. Eventually we swapped positions, and she climbed on top of me, as I slid in once again. She rocked her hips, and bounced her ass, and it felt fucking incredible. I tried to control the pace to no avail, and was worried I was going to cum with how good it felt, I think she might’ve again in that time. She alternated between sitting up straight, and leaning down to kiss me, and let me suck on and play with her tits more. They looked incredible as they bounced while she rode on my cock, her hands running through her hair.

Fearing an early end to the fun, I figured I’d go out with what I discovered was a personal favourite of both of ours; to get her on all fours in front of me, for me to wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head back, while I fucked her as hard as I possibly could. I went to town on her pussy, grabbing her hair, hips shoulders, the bedhead, anything I could to help myself. I spanked her ass, which was so perfectly shaped and sized, and with each one she would tell me harder, until I was slapping her hard enough to hurt my hand and leave serious marks. It felt so good to be in charge like this. I’d hold her head down on the bed and keep her ass in the air while I fucked her from behind. We both loved it. Her legs buckled underneath her with exhaustion, and with pleasure. Both of our moans echoed around the room as my rhythm fell apart and I felt myself cumming, wave after wave, like I’d never done before. We collapsed together, a sweaty, panting mess. We kissed again, and got ourselves cleaned up with a quick shower since it was getting very late by now. Then we climbed into bed together, me spooning her, with her ass pressed up against my cock, and were out like a pair of lights. I’m sure I fell asleep that night with a rather large grin on my face.