The best way to get over someone... is to get under someone else [FM] | 2016

Long introduction, skip to ********* for sexy bits!

Hi, I am a long-term lurker of this subreddit and would like to share an important chapter of my life with you guys. I was in a relationship for 6 years, he was my first sexual partner and when he broke up with me 5 months after I graduated University, I was crushed. My friends would joke about how every girl needs their 'slutty phase', and after having just one sexual partner at the age of 23, I realised a lot of new experiences awaited me. I have always been a sexual person, I had a higher sex drive than my ex, and honestly I could not imagine going without sex for months on end.

The second person I slept with was one of my close friends, and I am ashamed to admit that it came within two weeks of the break up. Having said that, when exactly is the ‘acceptable’ amount of time to wait before jumping into bed with someone else? It was unplanned, exciting and, quite frankly, primal. I knew Jack before my boyfriend, and we use to drunkenly make out on nights out so we always had a bit of chemistry there. We use to spoon but that is as far as things ever went, I was a virgin at the time and knew I did not want to lose it to a guy like him. He was a real ‘lad’ sort, the man-whore, the ‘player’, but we ended up becoming great friends - I knew exactly who he was (and to a degree, still is!).

I had been seeing more of Jack since my break up, my ex did not particularly like him although he never stopped us from hanging out. One night, family drama kicked off and I just needed to get away from my house. I was not dealing well with the break up and this was added stress I did not need. I tried to call my ex, but he had blocked me on every possible platform of communication. Jack happened to message me to see if I wanted to hang out - HECK YES! I explained my situation and asked if I could crash at his - he had multiple spare rooms anyway. I got to his a little red eyes, and he just held me and listened while I cried. We spent hours watching TV shows and movies and chatting about places we wanted to travel to. It did not take long before I was smiling and giggling again. He spooned me while we slept and I felt safe, happy, and more hopeful about the future.

Around 6am, I felt something hard pressed against my ass. I shuffled to get more comfortable and was greeted by the unmistakable throb of an erection. Jack murmured in my ear, still half asleep at this point, but I was now wide awake. My heart was pounding, I was not too sure what I wanted, until I felt him throb and grow further. Jack started to stir and became aware of the situation. “heh, sorry” he grinned, that silly smile that so many girls had fallen for in the past. “that’s okay” I smirked and wiggled further back into him His hands ventured down my body and squeezed both my ass cheeks and he began kissing my neck, while small moans escaped my mouth. One of his hands found it’s way underneath my top, caressing my C cup tits, playing with my nipple which is one of my biggest turn ons. I was putty in his expert hands from then on. I reached back behind me and started to rub his cock through his trackies, I remember thinking how impressed I was with his size, he felt big. My ex had always thought his cock was small, but I had nothing to judge it against until now, and Jack certainly felt both bigger and thicker. But I wanted to see…

I rolled over and kissed him, his hand gripped the back of my neck as our kiss grew more desperate, I swung my leg over him and found myself straddling him as our clothes started coming off in some kind of frenzied blur. I kissed down his stomach and removed his last item of clothing; his boxers. His circumsized dick sprung free. Yeah, it was big, very nice. I slowly licked from his balls, up his shaft and to the tip of his cock, repeating a couple of times before wrapping my lips around the head. I worshipped him, my tongue caressed him as I took him deeper and deeper. I deep throated him and heard an involuntary moan, a hand stroked my hair ‘FUCK you can go deep’. I felt powerful and I loved it. My hand tightly gripped the base of his cock and met my lips as I worked his cock. My other hand massaged his balls and he let out another deep moan. I looked up at him as he laid there on the bed, through my smudged mascara where my eyes had watered from the continuous choking.

“I don’t want to cum yet, come here” he motioned for me to join him back at his side. I laid next to him as he took my nipple in his mouth, one of his hands wondered down my stomach and started with circular motions on my clit. It was not long before I was begging for them to be inside me. He could feel how wet I was, and it was made even more apparent by the noise as his fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. Jack reached over to his bedside table for a condom, showing it to me for approval, I could just about manage a nod through deep breaths. He slipped it on, rolled me onto my side and pushed his cock against my entrance as we spooned. As he slid into me I gasped. That incredible, unbeatable moment of when it first slides in. Heaven. Almost indescribable. I had never felt so full. He bit my neck as he pumped into me, a few minutes later he had rolled me over onto my stomach as he mounted me in downward doggy. A position I had never done before as my ex was too small (do not get me wrong, we still had a great sex life and it felt great!) but this was something else. It borderline hurt as he got deeper, but I continued to take this relentless pounding as I moaned into his pillows. He grabbed my hips and lifted them into doggy, he was rough and I was loving it. I felt like a doll being thrown around in different positions. His pace quickened, a new urgency to his thrusts and I knew it would not be long until he finished. “Fuck I am coming to cum” “Yeah? fucking cum for me Jack” I felt his cock throb as he erupted in the condom. After cleaning up, we laid down on the bed again, still naked and just looked at each other and laughed. From that moment I knew our friendship had not been compromised. We had a few jokes, watched another TV episode and then I got dressed and went home.

We ended up having a casual FWB arrangement on and off for around 8 months or so, but we kept it secret as we had a lot of mutual friends and wanted to avoid the inevitable banter and teasing we would have received. I made it clear that I wanted to be able to hang out with him as just friends, there was not to always be an expectation of more. Unfortunately it got to the point where he realised that he wanted more and wanted us to date, but I did not feel the same. I ended up losing one of my best friends, but I am glad that my first “casual sex” encounter was with someone I trusted. People are right when they say that someone always ends up catching feelings, I just never thought it would be him! I might write some more stories of our other encounters, without such a long introduction. I look forward to sharing my sexcapades with you guys, I had a very fun year being single… and I hope you look forward to reading them too.

xo