It was only just over a week after I broke up with my boyfriend that the university term was over and I headed back home to my parents' house for the Christmas break. My Dad picked me up from the station and asked about anything but my ex. How were my flatmates? How was the course? How much work did I have to complete over the break? Was I ok for money? He spoke more than usual, probably worried that if there was a silence I would fill it with tears over my ex. As soon as we got home he disappeared into the living room and turned on the TV with the volume very high. My mum was the opposite, and wanted to check that I was ok over a cup of tea almost immediately I was in the front door. I told her that he had cheated on me, and left it at that. I didn't need to tell her about the revenge Issy and I had dished out to him.
As more of my friends arrived back from their universities over the weekend, a Sunday evening trip to the pub was planned, and I received a few messages assuring me that my ex was not invited. My two best friends and I arranged to meet earlier to catch up over a bottle of wine. It was a bitterly cold winter day so I wrapped up in a thick winter coat, along with hat, scarf and gloves.
I strolled into the pub and saw that Jess and Emma had arrived already and managed to get our favourite table, in front of the fire with a couple of battered but comfortable sofas and armchairs to settle down into. Emma was just pouring a bottle of red wine into three glasses so I knew they had only just got there themselves. I made my way to the table and before I had even managed to take off my hat or gloves Jess pounced on me asking for more details about my break up. We had shared texts and phone calls, and she and Emma both knew that he had cheated on me, and it was over, but they could tell there was more to it. I removed my winter layers, settled into a sofa, and took a deep sip of wine before relaying the whole story, including going back to his room with Issy and getting at least a little bit of revenge, but leaving out everything involving Issy beyond the kisses.
Jess and Emma were astonished, and agreed that the revenge I had taken was really unlike me, but Emma in particular fixated on my kisses with Issy, and the way I had described them: passionate, but lustful at the same time, and somehow both firm and gentle. She really wanted to know what else Issy and I had done together, and seemed almost disappointed when I told her that had been the extent of it. There was something about her level of intrigue that stopped me giving the full detail.
They were also desperate to know whether I had engaged in any rebound hook ups. They weren't surprised that I hadn't, but they did tell me that it was never too soon to get back in the game. While they understood that my confidence had been knocked they assured me that the best way to build it up again was to branch out and have sex with someone, anyone, else. I promised to keep them up to date when I went back to university, since it was highly unlikely anything would happen in my home town over the Christmas break, when most of my time would be spent with the two of them or my family.
While discussing the events in my life over the past couple of weeks we had drunk the whole bottle of wine. Emma went to get us another one, and while she was gone a few more friends, and friends-of-friends, arrived and joined us at our table. We all spent a couple of hours chatting and drinking, filling all of the space around the table, squeezing close together on the sofas and chairs. I ended up sat next to Mike, one of the guys who I didn't really know. As the evening progressed the wine and beer flowed freely, and despite not knowing him well I settled back close to him feeling comfortable against the warmth of his body.
The table and seats were crowded enough that this could easily have been two friends just squeezing together to make enough space, but I caught Emma and Jess's eyes a couple of times and could tell what the looks they gave me meant. Mike was attractive enough, but not really my type and I had very little in common with him, and I had no idea what would happen, but when Jess looked at me and caught my eye for a third or fourth time I shuffled even further back into him.
For a long time he continued a conversation to the left, and I to the right, and although we were squeezed together we may as well have been parts of different groups. After a few minutes I felt his arm, which was sandwiched between my back and the sofa cushion behind, move inwards and downwards so that his hand was on my lower back. He gently rubbed up and down, just a tiny amount so as to be imperceptible to anyone else. After a short time he paused as if waiting for a reaction so I ever so slightly pressed his hand tighter against the sofa. He took this as a sign to proceed, so slowly moved his hand down to the top of my ass.
He gave a gentle squeeze and I lifted myself just enough for him to slide his hand right under my ass. I settled down, now pretty much sat on his hand, and as the conversations around the table continued he massaged as far as he could reach. I felt my ass growing warmer with his touch and to my surprise I was becoming really turned on. Before long a few people got up to leave so Mike swiftly removed his hand to avoid being spotted. Jess caught my eye again and winked, knowing what had just been happening as she was the only one really looking for it.
Since some people has left already I decided to give it a go and see what happened. After a few minutes I finished my drink and announced that I was leaving. I said goodbye to several of my friends, with Jess whispering that I should definitely go for it as I hugged her. As I was putting on my coat I gave Mike a look that I hoped he understood. I left the pub and set off walking very slowly up the road, looking over my shoulder every few steps until eventually, just as I was about to turn the corner and give up, I saw Mike also leave the pub. He looked around and spotted me in the distance. Besides looking in his direction I didn't acknowledge him, but simply turned the corner and walked slowly down the road towards home. Again, I looked over my shoulder every few steps and kept a slow pace despite the cold. This time Mike came into view much sooner, so I sped up a bit and disappeared around the next corner. Once again, he caught up a bit sooner still so I turned off and headed down a street that I knew had a fenced, wooded area just along a short stretch on one side. This time I only checked over my shoulder to make sure he saw me head through the gate along the footpath. My eyes had to adjust to the dark as I stepped further into through the trees and I got beyond the reaches of the street lighting. I made sure I stayed just in view of the street until Mike followed me through the gate.
Entirely acting on instinct I made me way to a tree that I could only just make out in the dark. Regardless of what was about to happen I didn't want to be seen. I leant against the tree and he approached somewhat cautiously. Before he was too close I said, "two things. One, this means nothing. Two, don't speak." I saw him nod his agreement as he approached with more confidence. He almost dived towards me and I felt his warm breath against my face as he stepped through the cold air to kiss me. Compared to the last kiss I had had, with Issy, this was a disappointment. There was no passion and he seemed to just want to get his tongue as far into my mouth as possible. This served to, quite literally, force my hand. While continuing the kiss I removed my gloves before I reached down to find the button and zip of his trousers, then undoing them. I thrust my right hand into his boxers and felt that his cock was already getting hard. I wrapped my hand around it and gently pumped it, feeling it harden even more.
He returned the action, reaching forward to lift my dress and quickly sliding a cold hand inside my tights and knickers. I felt his finger plunge in and out of my already wet pussy several times before he moved up and rubbed my clit up and down. There was no subtlety to his actions, purely functional attempts to turn me on, which were successful if not exciting. If I'm honest I was turned on enough already and, judging by the now rock hard cock in my hand, so was he. I was still thinking practically, and I decided in an instant what to do next. I pulled his cock and balls out of his trousers, turned around, and drew my dress up so that it settled over my back. I had barely eased my tights and knickers down over my ass when I could immediately feel his cock probing at my pussy. I used my arms to steady myself against the tree and bent forwards, arching my back as I felt him drive his cock deep into me. I enjoyed feeling a cock inside me again, and on my terms.
As with his fingers he showed no subtlety with his cock. He piled into me as deep as possible with every thrust, the only nuance being that he gradually got faster and faster. He gripped my hips as he thrust into me, while I didn't even look around. After just a minute or two I felt him suddenly increase his speed even further and I knew he was close. I pushed back against him and bucked my hips. I felt his cock slip out of me and his hands released my hips. A steadying hand was placed on my lower back and almost immediately he let out a low groan while I felt hot, sticky cum splattering on my cold, exposed ass. After several spurts had landed he was finished and stood back from me. I heard him buttoning up his trousers and then he lightly slapped my right ass cheek before he simply turned and walked away. He had followed the rules to the letter, for which I was grateful, but I was left wondering how to deal with the aftermath covering my ass.
