The ringing of my phone awoke me at 1030am Monday morning. I wiped my eyes and grabbed my phone to see who it was. My lord...look who rose from the grave. It was my ex-boyfriend Matt. I had not heard from him since I moved down here nearly nearly four months ago. I decided to answer the call.
He and two of his friends, Tim and Eric, had taken a week off of work and had scheduled numerous rounds of golf which made their way north up through Florida. They had just played in Fort Lauderdale and were stopping in West Palm today and playing a round of golf tomorrow. I had known Tim and Eric as long as I had known Matt. I had met them at a Frat Party during my second and last year of college. I had ended up sleeping with Matt and we ended up dating for four years.
Matt said they were almost to West Palm and he wanted to stop by and catch up with me. I told him I was open to that and gave him my address. He let me know he could be there in an hour.
I didn't bother changing out of the shorts and tee shirt I wore to bed. I had known Matt so long that I was comfortable around him. I had messy bed head from a long sleep and had no plans to comb it for him. Days of trying to impress him had ended long before our break up.
I answered his knock on the door and let him in. He had seen better days in my opinion. His hair was balding to the point I would have suggested he shave it if I cared. He was only 26 years old but his white face looked pale and much older - likely due to a steady dose of bourbon and cigarettes. As I stood on my tippy toes and gave him a hello peck, I could smell both on his breath and skin.
We sat down on the sofa and talked about our families, college, old friends, and my new life down here. He asked where my roommate was as well. They had been acquaintances in college. I told Matt that her boyfriend proposed to her during their vacation to the Bahamas and they were up in Virginia breaking the news to her family.
"Have you had sex yet down here?" Matt asked. Matt was one of those men who thought women should only have sex while in love and in relationships, despite the fact that he fucked me before we were even in one.
"No," I lied, not wanting to discuss what would inevitably lead to an argument. Truth be told, I had fucked five men in my short time down here and had just swallowed a load of cum from one of them less than twelve hours ago.
"You must be horny then," Matt said in a way that was supposed to sound seductive but came across creepy.
He kissed me with a kiss I found comfortable and familiar but without any spark. His tongue tasted like a bar. He took my shirt off and I took my pants off. I had had sex with him over 100 times, what's one more. He undressed himself as well. Much to my chagrin he wasn't hard yet. He sat down on the sofa and I knelt on the floor before him - a dance we had danced many times. His dick was small when soft - about 1.5 inches and mostly head. I took it in my mouth and tongued it and it quickly came to life, hardening at its maximum length of 5 inches. I was familiar with the curve, the smell, the taste and I sucked him as I had for all those years.
He pushed my mouth off him and continued pushing me until my back was laying flat against the carpet. He laid on top of me and clumsily shoved his dick in my not-quite-ready-yet pussy. It was awkward and hurt a little bit but he was already pumping. After approximately 20 thrusts, he stopped, his full body weight on top of me and his cum already seeping out of my vagina.
"Just like old times," he smiled.
