Sex with My Ex

I didn't have many "hot" outfits. I've never been the hot-girl type. I've got cute outfits for going out, and great lingerie - I even have a schoolgirl outfit... but that's a whole other story. But I rarely went to clubs, and I rarely felt the need to have a "hot girl" outfit.

But it was Wes' 21st birthday, and when your gay bestie wants to go clubbing, you gotta look the part. My dress was sparkly, gold, low-cut, and it just barely covered my ass. I felt hot the first time I put it on, and couldn't wait to show it off to everyone else.

We were all friends in high school, and the crew met at Wes' parents house. Some of us still lived in town, some of us came home from college for the big shindig. It was good to see everyone, especially those I'd lost touch with... and that included Josh.

My high school boyfriend - we were together for a year and a half. He was my first boyfriend, but not my first partner... you know what I mean. But I was his first, and in addition to a sweet puppy love relationship, we got to explore our sexuality together. I taught him how to get me off, and would always return the favor. Like most high school relationships, it wasn't meant to last. And though I didn't think of him much, or keep in contact, I had fond memories of him, and was genuinely glad to see him.

Maybe it was the nostalgia of us all being back together; maybe it was the dress,

maybe it was the vodka and Sprite we drank as we pre-gamed and waited for the limo...Whatever it was, Josh and I both instantly felt that spark from 4 years ago.

The conversation was easy and relaxed, as if no time had passed. The fact that we'd seen each other naked 4 years ago didn't make things awkward. If anything, it helped make us more comfortable together. It didn't take long for the flirty touching to begin: a playful hit, an arm around the shoulder - we were both into it, and it didn't take long for me to wonder if Josh had matured any in the last few years.

Teenage boys are, as a rule, bad at sex. But Josh was a always a generous lover. He was genuinely grateful that I was naked in bed with him, so he was willing to do whatever I wanted. I'd like to think I trained him well, but I'd since been with newer (and older) partners.

One of those partners I was still seeing on the DL. He knew what I was up to tonight, and I truly had no intention of messing around behind his back. But this dress, some booze, and a confident former fling would make me change my plans.

The limo was fun, Josh and I sat next to each other, as we drank some more. We all went to a nice restaurant, where the margaritas were strong. The flirting got amped up, and his hand was rubbing my thigh under the table as we chatted. I could gradually feel the walls coming down and had a good idea how the night was going to end.

Back in the limo, Josh put his jacket over my legs... he knew the dress was short enough that you could see most things when I sat. As I cuddled up against him, his hand went back to my thigh and I positioned myself to allow him access to move his hand higher if he wanted. Was it a challenge, or an invite? Either way, he happily slid his hand higher to graze my lace thong. With my arms under his jacket, I reached a hand down and started rubbing his dick from outside his pants.

Outside of my undies, he pushed his hand against my clit, and we started to jack each other off, from outside our clothes.

The rest of the limo was loud and drunk, but I was only focused on Josh. I'm sure they knew what was happening, but we didn't care. It could've been a "messy" situation, but we were interrupted by the birthday boy yelling, "Let's fucking go!" The door popped open and my friends spilled out into the club. Josh and I exchanged a little glance and followed them in.

The club was exactly what you would expect from some drunk college kids. the drinks kept flowing, and Josh and I couldn't keep our hands off of each other. The way we were dancing, it was obvious to absolutely everyone how the night would end for us. Hands were all over each other, and my ass was grinding against him for most of the night. With his hands on my waist, Josh pulled me close to him and put his lips up against my face. I thought he was going to kiss my neck, but instead he whispered in my ear "I want to eat your pussy tonight."

It had been years since we were together last, but we definitely never did that before. After a brief second of shock, I was more turned on than ever. I reached my hand behind me to pull his face to my neck. As I pushed my ass back against him, he began kissing my neck and pulling me closer to him.

He moved his mouth closer to my earlobe, and flicked it lightly with his tongue before kissing it softly. Then he did it again. Then again. Then again. It was sweet and soft. And as I could feel his cock pulsing through his pants, I knew that this was how he intended to eat me out tonight. With my hand behind his head I ran my fingers through his hair, as his hands went from around my waist to in front of me, and he pressed down right where he intended to lick me tonight. He grinded behind me and pushed me closer to him, all while simulating cunnilingus on my ear lobe. I have never been so wet standing up before, this was definitely the most erotic moment I've ever had in a public space.

The rest of the party was whatever. We celebrated, we toasted, we got drunk as fuck. When Josh and I left together, nobody seemed surprised. When we got to his apartment, the door shut behind us and we picked up right where we left off. Arms around each other, lips and tongues dancing as we fumbled our way to his bedroom.

I undid his pants as we stood by his bed, and let them fall to the floor. As he stepped out of them, I waited for him to help me take my dress off.

He didn't. He pushed me down on his bed, and stood over me as he slid off my thong. I was ready to get fucked hard, but he still remembered what he wanted to do tonight. Next thing I knew, he was dropped to his knees on the floor, and slowly ran his tongue over my soaking wet pussy.

"Fuuuuck!" I yelled out. Not even realizing he had a roommate in the next room. He moaned into me, and it felt incredible. Then he proceeded to eat me just like he demonstrated at the club. He softly licked my clit before kissing it. Then he did it again. This time he let out a deep sigh. It was sensation overload... the gentleness of his tongue followed by the intensity of his kiss, with a calming breath before he did it again, and again, and again.

I honestly don't know who loved it more. I had never been eaten like this before, and the rush of pleasure was incredible. At the same time, I could feel his veracity. Each kiss got more intense. Each breath got deeper. He loved making out with my clit.

His hands roamed freely along my ass and my thighs, as I writhed underneath him. Then he clenched my ass and his pattern changed. He stopped using his lips and just pressed his tongue against my clit. He alternated hard and soft while he moaned against me. His moans were muffled by my body underneath him, but mine were at full volume. I was screaming and yelling out as he fucked me with his tongue. I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him tighter to me. I wanted it harder, and I wanted to come on his face.

He loved it. He took my clit into his mouth and sucked it while he licked it and moaned against me. It was all too much, and I came hard while still holding his face against me. He moaned harder as I came and I couldn't let go of his head. I tugged at his hair while pushing him harder against me. Breathing deeply, I did what I always did with Josh long ago...I came, looked down at him, and said "Come fuck me."

He stood up and pulled down his boxers. He took off his shirt and I started taking off my dress. But before I could even get the zipper all the way down, he grabbed my legs and pulled himself into me. He worked so hard to make me cum and now he was taking his reward.

He fucked me hard and fast. Bouncing me up and down on his dick while I laid back and moaned in ecstasy. His mission was to get his rocks off, but I loved every minute of it.

He squeezed my legs as he came inside me, then instantly fell on top of me. He kissed my neck and kept pumping into me.

My hot-girl dress was all disheveled, so I took it off and cuddled up next to him. Nothing about tonight had been like "old times", until now. We snuggled, and made out, and let his hands roamed everywhere. He couldn't get enough of me, putting his lips on every inch of my body... just like that 16 year old who got to play with my boobies for the first time.

Amidst our drunken post coital foreplay, we passed out and didn't wake up until 10 the next morning.

Our phones took turns vibrating. Texts were rolling in to both of us. I knew who was texting me... the teacher wanted to know if I got home safely and how the night went. I had no clue who was texting Josh, but I could only assume he also had someone who expected to hear from him last night.

I fumbled to silence my phone and said "Sorry." He said it was fine and grabbed his phone. He flipped through his texts intently, and responded. I don't know why I cared so much who he was texting. I don't know why I felt jealous. I was fucking around behind someone's back too, and had no intention of this being more than a fun night with Josh.

But I was jealous. I wanted him to focus on me and not his phone for just a little bit longer. So I climbed on top of him, and pushed his phone to the floor. I kissed his neck and reached my hand down to get him hard... it didn't take long before him and his penis were totally focused on me.

I kissed down his chest and stomach then got on my knees to take him into my mouth. He gave me such good oral, I wanted to return the favor. I took as much of him into my mouth as possible, and slowly raised my head up. He moaned and said my name softly. I did it again and moaned with his cock in my mouth. This time he didn't say my name. He said "Come here."

I looked up at him, his dick still in my mouth, and smiled. Then I went back to work. I wanted to give him a better night than that skank ever could. As I sucked him slowly, he alternated moaning, saying my name, and saying "come here". After about a minute he was a little more forceful. "Hey!" he said as he pulled my head off of him. I looked into his eyes and he commanded, "Come here."

I smiled and sat up. I started moving towards him, ready to sit on his cock and ride until he came while yelling my name. But instead he pushed my head down on the bed. He sat up and moved toward me, lining up with his head next to my waist. He wanted to 69... naughty boy.

I'd never done it before, but he knew exactly what he wanted. With us both on our sides, he grabbed my ass and pulled me to his mouth. Picking up right where we left off, he slid his tongue into me and started kissing my clit. Holy fuck! How was he so good at this? I wanted to moan and enjoy it, but he wanted me to continue what I was doing. With one hand still on my ass, he reached his other one behind my head and pushed it toward his cock.

I took him back in, but did a terrible job of sucking him. I couldn't concentrate. I'd start and then he'd do something incredible to make me stop and yell out. Eventually he got tired of pushing my head down and put both hands back on my ass. He rolled onto his back, with me on top of him - never breaking contact between him and my pussy.

I wanted to sit up and ride his face, but he grabbed my head again and held my face down on his dick. If I was going to come on his face again, he wanted to do the same to me.

I tried. I really did. We'd get into a good rhythm where he'd squeeze my ass and hold me tight to his face while he grinded his hips up and down against my mouth.

But he was too damn good, and I couldn't control my mouth to blow him. I would just scream out as he brought me closer and closer to climax.

I finally decided to just grab his cock and jack him... it was the least I could do, for the best head I've ever received. Once I finally came on his face, I knew what I had to do. I pulled myself up and sat down on his cock with my back toward him.

I didn't get to see his face, but his groans told me he loved it. I rode him just as hard as I grinded on him at the club. He held my waist and bucked his hips underneath me - desperate to come inside me. I fucked him faster and harder and once he started spanking my ass, I knew he was close.

The grunts and moans were loud and I feel so sorry for his roommate, but in the moment neither of us cared. He came inside me while holding my hips down and continuing to buck his hips. I continued riding him until he was satisfied, then collapsed against him - my back against his chest. He kissed my neck and his hands wandered all over me again, for good times sake.

We were sweaty, the room smelled like sex, and we were both hungover. I rolled over onto my side and he spooned me. Both of our phones were buzzing with text messages from our significant others - but the real world could wait just a little while longer.