"...and that's the end of it," James admitted, finishing his story with a weary sigh, "two years gone like that."
"Sorry to hear that," his friend Kevin spoke solemnly, patting him on the shoulder in solidarity, "I know you loved Jenny."
Shrugging, James took a drink while Therese and Michaela looked at him with sympathy.
"If only I wasn't 'emotionally distant'," he joked, "then maybe it wouldn't keep happening to me."
"You're not that bad," Therese reassured him, "whenever we've slept together you've always been quite open and honest with me."
"Friends with benefits I can do," he smiled weakly, "but it's making it permanent I struggle with."
"Well, I think you're better off without her," Michaela raised her glass, "to James, who doesn't need a needy bitch! No regrets!"
"No regrets!" They all joined in, even raising a wan smile from James, which disappeared when Kevin and Michaela headed to the bar to get the next round.
"Come on James," Therese, dark-skinned, short and curvy, her innocent looks were belayed by her high sex drive, "it's not all bad, you can stay over at mine tonight and I'll help you feel better. No regrets yeah?"
"That sounds good," he admitted, but he remained quiet, considering what else she'd said.
As the others returned, James looked at his friends, his gaze somewhat distance.
"No regrets," he asked them, "is that how you guys deal with life?"
"Mostly," Michaela admitted, "I try not to think about the past, just the future. I can't change anything I've done but I can make sure I don't do it again in the future."
"Well," rubbing at the back of his neck, James felt uncertainty, "I've been thinking about it, and there's one memory, or regret I suppose, that I just can't shake."
"One's not too bad," Therese cheered, "as long as its not murder or something."
"Worse," he joked, "out of all my ex-girlfriends, like, long-term lovers, not drunken one night stands or whatever, I regret that I never made Jules cum."
While Kevin laughed the two women at the table looked at him in surprise.
"What, never?" Michaela asked in surprise. "Weren't you together like three years?"
"About that," he admitted.
"Wow," Therese intoned, "I'm surprised, especially as you've never struggled to get me off."
"It's been two years since I last did," James laughed, "I might be awful now."
"I'll test that later," Therese grinned, "but still, do you know why she never came?"
"Not a clue," he admitted, "she wasn't the most adventurous lover, but we did things that, well, to put politely, they work with everyone else."
"Maybe it's her thing," Kevin interrupted, "maybe she just can't? What," he looked embarrassed as the others looked at him judgementally, "it's true! I read an article."
"Not for Jules," James admitted, "she'd come with her previous lover, and could get herself off. It was just me. It ended up being one of the reasons why we broke up. Surely it's happened to you guys, you know, at least once?" Feeling defensive, he challenged the others.
"I suppose there's times I've needed to finish myself off," Michaela admitted, "but usually because he's come too fast."
"I feel judged," Kevin teased, receiving a kick from his girlfriend.
"You also get me off most of the time," she glared at him, "so it's not like it's often."
"I suppose there's been the odd one-night stand I've not cum from," Therese admitted, "but that's mainly because they've been too drunk or they've cum during the pre-fuck blowjob."
"See," James sighed, "this is why it's a regret. I wish I'd known what I could have done to get her off, even just once."
"It's okay mate," Kevin patted him on the arm again, "I'm sure Therese's got plans to take your mind off of things."
Laughing, James took a slurp of his drink. Whenever he and Therese were single, they had a good thing going between themselves but she'd just never been interested in monogamy, or as she called it, 'monotony.' It was an open secret they loved each other, but it was more like a love of a sibling, even if it often became incestuous. They loved each other, but if it was ever just the two of them, they knew they'd do each others heads in.
The evening progressed well, James feeling better as his friends and him laughed and joked without again bringing up his recent separation. As they left the bar Michaela and Kevin headed off together in one direction while James and Therese caught a taxi to her flat, their hands already all over the other. The two hadn't slept together for over two years due to James' now failed relationship, but for James it had also been about four months since he'd actually had sex, Jenny having 'not been in the mood' while their relationship fell apart, quite understandably he thought, but as Therese rubbed the bulge under his jeans as they pulled up to her flat, he was struggling to keep himself from being 'over keen.' He didn't need to be one of her lovers who came from the pre-sex blowjob.
Pushing her up against the door of her flat he kissed her deeply and passionately, their tongues almost fighting against the other. His bulge pressed against her groin as he rubbed her teasingly, eliciting a wanton groan.
"Let me open the door," she spoke quietly, "and I promise you can have me."
Pressing against her one more time, he grinned as he released her, yet moved to kissing her neck, causing more noises emitting from his lover.
The door open, it looked about as James remembered, not that he paid too much attention as she dragged him through to the bedroom.
"Strip," she commanded, waiting until he'd started before doing the same.
As he briefly stood there naked he knew he was fine. About six foot and fourteen stone, he had a little more weight than he'd have liked, but while he didn't have a six pack he also didn't have a gut, so felt fairly good about himself. Looking upon Therese she looked pretty much as he remembered. Short, big ass, big, heavy breasts and a small tummy, all covered in her dark caramel skin. As he admired her she commanded him to lie down.
"I'm out of condoms," she admitted, "so you'll have to enjoy what you get." With that, as he lay down flat she crawled onto the bed before planting her cunt above his face.
Without delay he lifted his head and began to tongue her already wet cunt.
"That's the stuff," she moaned, "perhaps I can help you out too."
Bending forward, her breasts pressed against his stomach as her hands and tongue began touching his erect member. A little short but nice and fat, she had no trouble taking his girth in her mouth.
They stayed that way for a little while, James focused upon her cunt, now absolutely dripping from need and anticipation while making infrequent and random flicks towards her asshole, causing her to gasp in pleasurable shock. His balls were starting to feel tight and he began to worry that, if he wasn't careful, he was gonna blow before she did. Luckily, before it was too late for him her mouth stopped what it was doing and she sat up, her breath coming out in gasps and moans, her thick thighs clamping across his head as she planted her cunt against his mouth, shivering and shaking as she reached orgasm, crying out in desperate pleasure as he kept up his assault upon her, despite the reduced air.
As she finished her head her let out a sigh of contentment before she lifted off of his face.
"Sit on the edge," she commanded him, pulling a pillow off the bed to place under her knees as she sat before him.
Following her commands, as he was sat on the edge still kneeling she moved between his legs and returned to sucking and wanking him, yet due to the position change she seemed to be taking him even deeper, her motions more fervent, and it wasn't long before James couldn't hold back.
"Uuurgh..."
With a cry he released his load deep within her mouth, Therese looking up at him proudly as she continued to suck and jerk on him until he went limp in her mouth. As she finally pulled away she swallowed every drop, licking her lips happily.
"That," she told him as she got back into bed next to him, pressing her head to his chest, "was worth the two year wait."
Smiling happily, he agreed. Kissing the top of her head they fell asleep like that. What James didn't know was that the past and the future would soon collide.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
"Good news!" Therese informed James as he sat down in the pub the following Friday, "I found her."
"What are you talking about?" Having been at work all week as well as moving his items out of his and his ex's former home they'd not had time for more than a few messages, but Therese was grinning like a cheshire cat. "Found who?"
"Jules!" she announced proudly, "she's agreed to come and meet you."
"Fucks sake Therese," he cried, "the fuck have you done that for?"
"Because you said you had regrets," she replied matter-of-fact, "and if she agrees then maybe you can change your regret."
"Yes," he admitted, "but while I regret it there were also other reasons we separated, including what we wanted out of life. She wanted kids, I didn't, she wanted to move to Scotland, I didn't, shit like that." Looking at his friend and part-time fuck buddy, he wanted to be upset, but she was far too attractive for him to be serious about it, so he sighed frustratedly. "When am I meeting her?"
"About five minutes."
Standing up, James considered leaving and going home, well, back to his mums' house anyway, but decided against it.
"I'll go grab a drink then, I'll fucking need one."
By the time he'd returned from the bar Kevin and Michaela had arrived, and all three were laughing at something.
"Is it my love life that's funny?" He asked wearily, "because if so I'd appreciate reminding you all you're standing in glass houses while throwing stones."
"Therese was telling us about our guest tonight," Kevin grinned, "and I personally can't wait to see her again."
"Don't be a twat," James growled, "I know you hated her, and while you two never met her," he addressed Therese and Michaela, "you're still not going to. When she arrives I'll take her to a private table."
A round of boo's came from his friends yet as a familiar figure appeared at the door he stood up quickly, ignoring their childish behaviour.
