After The Breakup

Ashley is five years younger than me. About a month after our 'Break Up' and not speaking to each other she texted me one night asking if she can come upstairs to "Talk". I was probably not in the best condition to hold an adult conversation having just got home from drinking all night at the bar. It was 2am and I wasn't sure I was in any frame of mind to "Talk" but I told her it was alright to pay me a visit. She only lived downstairs from me making it convenient for both of us.

For the first time in the 15 years that we've known each other tonight was probably the first time we actually got into a pretty nasty shouting match. There was a lot of confusion over the things that happened causing our breakup. It was apparent that it was mostly due to a lack of communication and fear of losing the sanctity of a 15 year friendship.

We went back and forth over rumors that had been said about us (Particular me) and I had lost my shit because I couldn't believe that in all the time she's known me she actually believed that those rumors were true. It got ugly and almost to the point where I threw her out of my apartment and told her to go home.

Suddenly, there was a break in the shouting match we were having. I sat there in my chair across from the kitchen table where she sat. She made direct eye contact with me, raised her eyebrows and a sinister smile came over her face. I knew what she was thinking. I've known her way too long.

She stood up and walked over to me and began to straddle me. Even though I was still pissed at her and the last thing I wanted to do is waste any more time with her, it was impossible for me to ignore that long black hair, big D cup tits and Betty Paige like body.

I began to speak and she put her finger over my mouth. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this anymore with her.

"Shh! Don't say it!" she said "I know what you're going to say, just go with this will you?" she asked.

I said nothing as I watched her lower herself to kneel on the ground in front of where I sit and let her spread my legs. She then unbuttoned my jeans and took out my cock. I must admit, if there is only one single redeeming quality about Ashley (Other than her looks) is that she's a really good fuck. I watched her put all 7 inches in her mouth. Man how I missed this. Of all the women I've been with in my life, no one sucks cock like Ashley. She knows what she's doing. She starts off slow and gets it really wet so it slides smoothly inside her mouth. Then she ties her long black hair back and allows her mouth to fuck my cock hard and fast. The longer she sucks the wetter it gets. If it weren't for the fact that I was a bit tipsy this time, I probably would have exploded all over her face or in her mouth sooner than I normally do. She told me before how, unlike most women, she loves to suck cock.

Before I let her finish, I stood up and took her by hand to get her up off the floor. I then turned her around against the kitchen table, yanked down her pants (She wasn't wearing any panties), spread her hot ass and stuck my wet cock in her wet pussy. I fucked her against the kitchen table for at least 15 minutes. I reached over, stuck my hands up her shirt and grabbed on to those huge beautiful succulent tits. She was moaning uncontrollably. We must have been making a ruckus but it didn't matter, the only people living downstairs was her and she was with me!

I took her into my living room and continued to fuck her from behind against my couch. The couch had a view of the entire city and we were fucking in front of the entire city even though it was 3am and everyone was asleep.

Spinning her around I sat her down on the couch and just ate that snatch like I haven't been fed in years. She was shaking uncontrollably. Her juices were tasty, they were flowing like a river. Her pussy was pulsating with greatness.

We finally made our way to the bedroom where she once again, began sucking my dick like her life depended on it. I was ready to cum but I didn't want to. I wasn't through with her yet. I had her lay on here back and I began to do her missionary style. I swear that the bed moved about 2 feet in the bedroom from all the rocking we were doing to it. Folding her legs over like a sandwich, I stuck my cock in from behind as she lay sideways (A position I know that drives her insanely wild!). I fucked her long and hard. She was literally shaking uncontrollably. I came inside her and kissed her on the lips as she lay there quivering, breathing heavily and full of sweat.

"Oh my fucking God!" she said. "That was amazing".

"I so needed that" I said to her.

"Me too". "What does this mean? I mean with regards to 'us'?" she asked.

"I don't know" I told her because I didn't really know and I wasn't about to make any rash decisions. I wasn't sure that getting back with her would be such a good idea. "We'll figure it out I suppose," I said.

She spent the night and before I could get up she had left and went back downstairs to her apartment. For about two or three months after that we had a "Friends with benefits" thing going until the night she met her husband to be. I met the lady of my dreams not long after that. Ashley still lives downstairs from us with her husband and we all get along just fine.