First Time With My Ex SeXStoRY

I sat on the couch with my eyes fixated on the clock hanging above my TV. I liked to play this little game where I let my brain relax in order to dull my ability to sense things that are going on around me. In this case if I allowed my mind to drift it seemed as if my sense of time would slow. 1 Second became seconds, I wish I could say minutes or hours because it would sound much more poetic but the reality is that my perception could not really slow to such a degree. It was the first time in many years that I had gotten the chance to hangout with my ex. We had dated throughout the years on and off but distance and my own inability to commit seemed to keep us apart. Being away from her I would lust for other girls and questioned my ability to stay faithful so it would end. On occassion she would find herself doing the same. She once did act on her body's desires and made out with some fucking son of a b- I mean some guy :) but I wasn't very offended because I had my eyes on another girl at about the same time. It didn't take long after we had broken up for me to let loose as well. We remained friends and stayed in contact until a jealous bf of hers caused us to cut all contact not that I blame him, after all we had a habit of getting back together. Imagine my surprise when she called me of all people, while she was intoxicated, to tell me about her relationship problems. As if to hammer the point home her bf took the phone and advised me to lose her number as she shouted at him in the background. I didn't bother to point out that she had kept MY number and instead opted to apologize for calling. I had no plans to get back with her of course so why ruin whatever she had? I sat back in my bed afterwards thinking about the first time we kissed. Several of us were on a friends boat laughing about final fantasy 8's ridiculously over the top musical introduction. I felt so protective of her. She was much smaller than I was and fit so nicely into the crook of my arm. I could feel the curves of her shoulder through the fibers of her shirt and took to letting my hands wander in these not so erogenous zones. Perhaps it was my subconscious asking me to move forward because I found that I was tracing her breastbone to her neck almost absent mindedly. What alerted me was that I found to my quiet surprise that she was shifting, opening herself up for my hands to play with her body. I continued to trace up her neck softly and then gently across her cheek. So focused was I on my sensation of touch that I didn't even realize that she had turned to face me, had started moving her face close to mine until our lips were nearly locked. While thinking of how sensual our first kiss was I felt myself compelled and started slowly tracing my hands across the outline of a bulge that had formed in my shorts. Perhaps, I wondered, I SHOULD have plans for her and I to get back together. It wasn't really something I would act on but it was fun to think about taking her back, feeling every goosebump and inch of skin of hers in my hands once again. We had never actually had sex, we were all hands, she was saving herself for marriage and I was afraid to even ask about oral sex. But in a way this made it even more exciting like there was something ahead for us to look forward to. I could imagine kissing slowly down her belly and looking up at her lithe, twisting form. Could see her arching slightly trying to make my mouth reach her hips all the faster. I felt a jolt of sensation from my penis as I continued to masturbate. My hands felt how stiff I was in reality while in my fantasy I was tracing the outside of her underwear and feeling the light bumps of her vagina. I traced the outside of her underwear right next to her pussy. I was completely focused on my fantasy, my hands left to their own devices. One resting on my belly while the other worked up and down my shaft. I could imagine her eagerness to feel me inside her, her fingers would reach down and pull aside her underwear inviting me to do whatever I wanted with her. She trusted me to please her, to lick her, to make her cum and I gladly accepted with the tip of my toungue sliding right down the middle of her pussy. Her body shivered slightly as if she wasn't expecting the first time to feel so good and just then I heard the familiar sound of a car pulling in my driveway followed by a quick two honks. Just like that two simultaneous bubbles burst and I found myself snapping back to my reality, sitting on the couch waiting for her arrival. Was I really masturbating on the couch while fantasizing about the time I masturbated to a fantasy? Jesus. Frantically I pushed aside all of my thoughts and in my panic my boner subsided fairly quickly. Before heading out I made sure my zipper was done right. I thought about having her feeling the thick denim of my jeans, pushing slowly and gently down on my -NO! No! Christ she's right outside open the door before you have to run it under cold water you jackass! I was able to open the door and greet her outside without making her wait and mercifully without pointing rudely in her direction. All thoughts of sex having left my mind I concerned myself only with being a gracious host. After all this would be the first time we had seen each other in years. Her boyfriend was out of the picture but I had no reasonable expectation of anything more than a hug despite my fantasies. We reminisced about things we used to do as k**s, songs we made up, dances we went to and crazy relationships we'd been having. We moved out of the kitchen after finishing a nice dinner of meatloaf and rice a roni, proudly cooked by me and appreciatively enjoyed by my lovely ex. She was mocking me for using ketchup with my meatloaf like the c***d that I am, prompting me to shrug and sigh at her blatant anti Heinz agenda. The couch beckoned us, familiar and yet new. After all our relationship was completely different, the couch was different since I had long since moved. Yet entering the den of my new house felt so familiar, so comfortable. I was genuinely happy that we were back in contact. It wasn't love it was just something that made sense. It always had and I found myself wondering if she felt the same way. While I digested my thoughts I simultaneously asked her to start the movie that she had brought over. For some reason she had fallen in love with De Niro's descent into madness in Taxi Driver and insisted that I had to watch it. I was curious to find out who was in fact talking to De Niro since there was no one else in the room with him and so I accepted her choice of movie. I was utterly shocked when she popped in the middle cushion to my right, and f***ed my arm up and around her body effectively tucked herself tightly into the crook of my arm just like old times "Hey help yourself ma'am. Welcome home." I teased her but I still hadn't surmised that anything beyond a friendly cuddle was going to happen. A few minutes into the movie I reached with my left hand to scratch an itch on my right shoulder and that's when I felt that she was staring right at me. I felt uncomfortable, unsure of myself, I suppose I was intimidated by the moment and how fast things were going. But I didn't have time to think about it any further, her hand began pulling me toward her and I had no small talk to offer, no witty remark, I could only let my body go into auto pilot. My right hand which had been dangling uselessly in the air immediately and gently moved to grasp her arm. My other hand, having long forgotten about my itchy shoulder, instead travelled to her breastbone, up her neck and finally to her cheek. We were dancers, our bodies honed by countless hours of practice and rehearsal. She traced her hand across the hairs on my chest, to my softer belly and came to rest right above my growing penis. I found myself smiling about a quote from John Leguizamo when discussing his first boner "Stand back! I don't know how big it's going to get!" I'm sure my smile seemed very charming and welcoming to her and she smiled right back completely unaware of the Neanderthal brain that was at work. Then again maybe she was smiling because she knew? I took it that her hand over my pants was an invite for me to do likewise but I was always much more of a romantic than that. My hands trickled sneakily under her shirt. The familiar sensation of the hem of her shirt underneath my fingers sent a wonderful feeling of pleasure through my core. Our mouths at this point had opened and our tongues gently rubbed against one another. Every few moments our mouths would close and we would peck and part alternately. My right hand began to hold her cheek. I traced around her ear to the back of her neck allowing wisps of hair to fall and slide between my fingers as I went. It was at this point my hand reached under her bra and I flicked lightly across her nipple before cupping it fully. I felt her body give a significant amount of slack and lean into mine. Without skipping a beat I slid my hand out from under her bra, down her stomach and to her pant line. I could feel her underwear sticking out slightly but continued moving to the outside of her leg and then under both of her legs. Without breaking our kiss I lifted her and stood up cradling her. It was perhaps the single most manly and yet still romantic thing I had ever done during a make out session although the awkward awareness of my erection kept me from standing there admiring my work. I suppose I was more eager than anything and strode from the den to my bedroom right next to it. She moved her body so that she could land on her butt and lift her shirt off. Before I could move to join her in bed she stood up and began kissing me much more passionately while reaching into my pants, into my boxers and grabbing me. When we had dated we were young and she usually would trace over my penis through my pants or boxers. It suddenly hit me that she likely had fantasized about this moment just as I had. I allowed her to rub my cock in her hand and unbuttoned my pants for her. I wouldn't allow myself to even think about cumming yet though so after a minute of allowing her to jerk up and down I pushed my body forward slightly. Without saying a word she lied down. As much as I wanted to stand and admire her I instead followed her down to the bed, landing slightly to her right. I began with something familiar and gently rubbed her neck and cheek with my right hand. My other hand wasted no time. I lay it firmly over her crotch and let two fingers rub in a continuous circle around her pussy. Her hand moved up to hold my free one and our kiss broke as she lay there with her eyes closed enjoying the feeling of my two fingers rubbing and pushing on her crotch. I moved up to where her clitoris would be and began applying a slight amount of pressure. In response to my light pushing her body shivered. A moan escaped her lips and her hips began to rock and meet pressure being exerted by my fingers. After her first gasp I withdrew my right arm from behind her head and put it to her waist. As I undid her button I kissed down her neck to her chest. I had no desire to stop by her breasts and instead continued down to her belly. I continued to kiss lower and lower until I was just above her now naked vagina. She must have been waiting for this exact moment because a breathless "Yes." implored me to go on. Like in my fantasy I could look up and see her skinny body twisting slightly, I could both see and feel her hips arching to meet my lips. My tongue slid right down her vagina and penetrated slightly inside of it. I had my right hand cradling her leg and but my left was busy helping to bring her to an orgasm. I was applying a slight amount of pressure to the skin inside of her thigh. This f***ed her pussy open just slightly which made it easier for me to tease her and lick the deeper, more sensitive parts of her labia. "Please, yes. Mmmm" she purred. I was about to move my mouth to her clit and begin fingering her but she began to move her hips. Faster and faster, she moved while her breathes became more shallow. She was getting closer and closer to a climax. I allowed my finger to go from the wetness of her pussy up to her clit. My gentle touch sent her into a wave of convulsions. Several times her body shook and she beautifully placed her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. A high pitched moan was muffled under her hand but her hips continued to push her pussy into my mouth. She was not saying anything and yet her push practically begged me to keep eating her out. Perfectly understand her body language I obliged and continued to lick her as she came. I was not aware of when her first orgasm ended anymore than I was aware of her 3rd one beginning. Of course by the time she was reaching her fourth I knew. I finally allowed my mouth to settle over her clit and sucked slightly on it. "Shit! Oh shit! Yes I'm, mmmm. Again! I'm cumming again." I began gently pushing my finger inside of her. As I continued to alternate between licking and sucking on her clit I moved my finger into her faster and faster putting only half of the finger in since it seemed to be driving her toward another orgasm. "Just let it rub against the outside. Let me feel it." I complied and while she came close to another orgasm I pulled off my jeans and slid them down my thighs. I used to my legs to push them off while my other hand was busy and without missing a beat I slid the head against her labia. After only a few seconds she pushed me over onto my back and began to jerk me off. I couldn't believe how soft her hands were and her passionate tongue kiss drove me wild. It was my turn to sigh and implore her to give me an orgasm for the first time but before I could say anything she shocked me by saying "Baby, I want to taste you". I could not believe that she was talking dirty at all because she used to barely do anything more than breathe heavily so it came as an extremely sexy shock to hear her. I felt her breathe tease the head of my penis slightly before finally feeling her mouth closing around it. She sucked while moving up the shaft back to the head and let her tongue also slide up the shaft. She moved her head quickly up and down for a bit while feeling both of my testicles in her hand at once. She began to moan slightly while sucking on my penis and I could see that her free hand was rubbing her vagina yet again. The sensation of her quivering body while my penis was still in her mouth was too much. She could feel I was about to come and stopped playing with my balls so that she could jerk me off. "Baby I want to cum with you." At a loss for words all I could say was "Ok" while pushing off my orgasm for another moment. I closed my eyes and let my senses dull. I was gleefully trapped in the moment, anticipating how amazing it would be to cum into her mouth while she rubbed her pussy to an orgasm. Despite my meditative state I could feel a her hands pushing down onto my penis, wrapping it with a condom. She straddled my hips and lowered herself onto me using her hands to guide my penis into her. She rocked her hips back and forth slowly at first. I watched her breasts squeeze together as her hands came to rest on my chest. Her legs spread and her hips moved f***efully, continuously back and forth. I spread my legs, positioned my feet so they were digging into the bed, took her hips in my hands and without thinking began driving myself up and into her. It was my turn to talk "I'm going to cum in you." She let out several high pitched gasps and moans "Fuck my pussy. Baby, fuck. Mmm!" Her next gasp sounded almost shocked, she reacted by kissing me deeply. I could feel her pussy warm and tighten just as I began cumming into her. We kissed and writhed on one another for several minutes and finally lay next to each other, exhausted and in each others arms. We both drifted off to sl**p although nothing we could dream about could possibly have beaten the reality of the moment we first made love. As always however it ended before it truly began. I was unsure of our relationship growing so fast and she had already been seeing someone else. We continued for another three weeks. I was driving to see her one Friday to tell her I loved her and wanted to live together but first I needed a nap. So I slept for two hours, an hour longer than I wanted to. On the way over she was acting strangely on the phone. She couldn't meet anymore for whatever reason and thought I wasn't coming so she had met up with other friends. These were friends of ours I had known for years and was confused why I couldn't drive to meet them. Only later did I realize she was with the other guy when she thought I had overslept and ironically that was the night he officially asked her out. I can't help but laugh at myself and at the irony of it but it doesn't take away from how awesome our first time together was. Whether to spare myself some kind of pain subconsciously or maybe just because I'm not much for fantasizing anymore I find that I never masturbate to that moment. I've had girlfriends since then and she made sure to call me one day to inform me that she was getting married while I was with one of those girlfriends. WHen she realized how shitty her call was liable to make me feel she cursed at herself and apologized up and down. It was fairly humorous which only served to make me long for her and get bitterly annoyed. My at the time girlfriend couldn't understand why I was so annoyed by the call and I of course was a little too smart to tell her I was mad an ex was getting married. I instead went for a run, came home drenched in aggravated sweat which led my girlfriend and I to shower together. What better way to forget than to replace? But that's another girl, another moment. Maybe next time?