[This is still very much a work in progress full of grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. The story itself is real, this actually happened].
It was the end of a long week full of late nights and plenty of coffee. Even though I was home there was no end in sight to the work that I needed to finish so I stayed up until the late hours of the night/early hours of the morning until I just couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. Deciding I should probably go to bed and get a few hours of sleep before tackling the remaining work in the morning I turned in my chair and spotted my couch, it looked so incredibly comfortable and even though my bed was in the next room over I decided it was good enough for me and got comfortable. No sooner than my head hit the pillow was I fast asleep and in dreamland.
A few hours later I was woken by a tap, tap, tap and rolled over, thinking nothing of it as I tried to get back to sleep. A few seconds went by and I heard the tap, tap, tap again and rolled over, again, trying to figure out what it might be when I saw something move just outside of the window. I reached for my glasses and looked towards it but saw nothing and brushed it off as the wind blowing some leaves around and climbed back on the couch, covering myself in a comfy blanket, ready to sleep for a few more hours.
Again I heard that tap, tap, tap and, rather frustrated I reached for my glasses again and headed towards the window, looking around but not seeing anything. I thought about climbing into bed at this point in time when a slim hand appeared and tapped at the window again. I moved around, craning my neck to get a better look when an ex’s face popped into view, a big smile on it, her brunette hair a mess as she said “Hi… Are you going to answer the door?”
Out of it and slightly confused I walk towards my door, wondering what she is doing here, and why she is here so early. We broke up about 4 months before, mostly my decision as a result of her hot/cold/angry attitude. We still tried to keep in contact for a while but it got to the point that I just couldn’t deal with it and it was too much and far too frustrating. As I’m walking up the steps I remember I got an email from her about a month before saying how she’d missed me and was worried about me as I hadn’t responded to her other emails. The email continued on though, talking about the time we’d spent together and how she missed having me in her bed, etc.
I was pretty sure I knew why she was there.
As I get to the top of the steps I see her standing there, back facing the door, wearing pink fuzzy pyjamas, her hair a total mess. Reaching for and turning the door handle it squeaks and she turns around, a great big smile on her face and I smile back, remembering the way she’d look at me when we were together, when I kissed her, when we had sex before asking what she’s doing here, and why she’s here at 6am, and why she’s in her pyjamas still.
She takes a step towards me, a great big beautiful smile plastered across her face, a sparkle in her eye as she goes to hug me and tells me she was worried about me. I hug back, half hearted, as I don’t believe her and say as much. I see a look of shock and surprise flash across her face for just a moment, the smile never leaving it as she says it’s true but nothing else, just standing there, looking at me… Almost checking me out. At this point in time I’m really nothing to look at though as I slept in the clothes I was wearing the day before, my hair is a mess and I look like I’ve been up for days on end.
Again she tells me she was worried, trying to look all innocent as she asks me what I was doing. I tell her it’s been a long, rough week and I’ve worked late every night, the previous night included, and was passed out on the couch when she started tapping on my window. She puts on some puppy dog eyes, saying “Aww” as she reaches out, rubbing her hand up and down my arm, giving it a little squeeze before letting go and getting quiet, biting her bottom lip as she just looks at me. I yawn and stretch slightly, my shirt lifting up slightly and catch her looking at me, something clearly going through her head when she asks how I’ve been.
Short and sweet I tell her that I’ve been fine, volunteering nothing more, slightly annoyed for being woken up, especially by a crazy ex, and turn my head, watching a car drive by. She then asks what I’ve been up to and again, shortly, I tell her that I’ve just been working away and keeping busy, stopping there. Next she asks me if she can come in, saying that it was a long drive and she really has to use the washroom, topping it off with a big smile and a please.
Reluctantly I move aside, holding the door open for her and as she walks by me she slides her hand down my arm, stopping for a moment as she gets to my hand and says thank you while giving it a little squeeze before turning and going into the apartment. I can’t help but check her out, even in her pyjamas and with the messy hair she looks great with a body to die for. A few more memories run through my head before I close the door and make my way back to the couch.
I can hear the water running in the washroom as I sit back down on the couch, wanting to lay down but realizing I have paperwork scattered all over the place and don’t really have anywhere else for her to sit if I do. Settling on half sitting and half leaning on my elbow at the end of the couch I hear the door open and she comes out, a big smile on her face as she asks if I’ve missed her. Caught off guard my response is short, saying that she was only in the washroom, what was to miss. Acting surprised she makes her way to the couch, sitting down closer to me than I’d expected and looks at me with a great big smile on her face as she says that’s not what she meant and I know it, putting her hand on my thigh as she the words finish coming out of her mouth.
I’m almost positive I know why she was there.
Responding, I tell her I didn’t know what she meant and that as I had mentioned earlier, it’s been a long week with a lot of late nights and very little sleep so my brain isn’t quite functioning the best. She lifts her hand from my thigh and places it on my head, gently moving her fingers through my hair as she tells me that’s not good and moves a little closer to me. For a moment i enjoy the feeling as it’s been far too long since anyone has done that but I remember how in the past this was one of the things she would do to try to butter me up and get her way.
I abruptly get up, my mouth suddenly dry, and say that I’m going to get a glass of water and ask if she’d like anything as I disappear around the corner and into the kitchen. Taking a moment to compose myself I open the cupboard and reach for a glass when I hear “I’d love a glass of water”. Taking a second glass out and starting to pour I hear her moving around on the couch and wonder what she’s doing when it gets quiet again. Still tired but suspicious I put the water back into the fridge as i grab the glasses and go back into my living room, surprised to see she’s now laying down on the couch.
I hand the glass to her, taking in the sight that is her laying on the couch, noticing that her t-shirt has slid up a little exposing the soft skin of her tight stomach as I take a gulp of water and walk past her, back to the end of the couch.
She’s sprawled out across the entire couch, including where I was sitting, and I take another sip of water while I wait for her to move her legs but she doesn’t stir and instead just lays there looking at me. With a smile on her face she asks why I’m not getting back on the couch and I tell her that she’s hogging the couch and taken my spot while moving the pile of paperwork on one armchair to another. I hear her move again and, surprised, I feel her hand on my thigh as she says “There’s plenty of room on the couch, we used to lay on this couch all the time” before patting the small free spot behind her.
Pretending not to hear her, and rather stupidly, not feel her hand on my thigh I continue shuffling papers from one chair to another when I hear movement on the couch and a moment later, feel something on the inside of my thigh. Fighting the urge to turn around I grab the last few remaining papers and sneak a peek down to see the tips of her toes poking out between my legs.
I knew exactly why she was there, I knew why I got this surprise visit.
Taking a step forward I turn and start to sit down on the chair when I hear “OK, fine” and see her bend her legs, clearing the spot on the couch where I was sitting. I sit down anyway, looking at her and wondering when she’s going to say what she really came here for, the real reason why she showed up at my door at 5:43 in the morning. Pouting she asks why I’m sitting in the chair instead of the couch before promising to be good and telling me to come join her and that she will be good and just wants to talk.
Leaning my head back and looking up at the ceiling for a moment I let out a deep breath and decide there isn’t any harm in that before I lean forward, grabbing the glass of water I have as I walk around the table towards where I was sitting before. With a visible smile on her face she pulls her legs in a little closer but stays laying down on the couch as I throw myself down on the end, causing her to laugh as her entire body jumps a little when the couch fills with air before it slowly leaks back out. “Isn’t that much better and more comfortable?” she asks as she lifts herself up onto her elbows, arching her back slightly as she bites her bottom lip, the playful look in her eye that I remember from months past that she would give me when she was teasing me and wanted me to fuck her.
Oh yes, I remember that look quite well, quite fondly, almost always given to me when she wanted me to fuck her but didn’t actually want to make the first move. I was usually powerless to it too, it never failed to get me to spread her legs and climb on top of her, kissing every inch of her body from her thighs all the way up to her neck before looking her in the eye and gently teasing her with my cock, sliding it along her clit and her wet, waiting, wanting pussy. Feeling her lift her legs and wrap them around me, trying to pull me into her.
Yes, I remember that fondly as I respond simply with a “Yes, thank you” and take another drink of the water in my hand while looking at one of the pictures I have hanging on my wall, hoping she doesn’t notice the bulge in my shorts. Poking me in the side of my chest with her toes she says “Hey, what’s going on? What’s wrong? I was worried about you and missed you and came all this way to see you and you won’t even look at me!”
Turning my head I look at her and bluntly say “For once, be honest and tell the truth. It’s not me that you missed, or not all of me anyway, you missed my cock… The way I felt inside of you… The way I fucked you… You missed the way I made you cum”, staring at her as I wait for her response.
Clearly she’s a little shocked by this, caught off guard and doesn’t quite know what to say but I see a little smirk form on her face before she moves a little closer to me, still playing with my hair. She puts her face just inches from my ear and softly says “But I really did miss you, i really was worried” before putting her leg across my lap and resting her other hand on my thigh.
I take a moment to gather my thoughts, wondering what she’s going to do, what she’s going to say while enjoying the feeling of her leg on me, her hand playing with my hair and her hand on my thigh and I think she knows it because she starts to move her fingers towards the inside of my thigh. She says nothing and instead puts her hand on my neck, pulling me towards her while sliding her hand up the inside of my thigh. She seductively whispers in my ear “But I have missed you.”
I can feel her warm breath on my neck and on my ear before she again seductively whispers how she’s missed me before feeling the tip of her tongue on my earlobe. She wiggles a little closer, getting more daring as she does, her hand continuing to slide up the inside of my thigh while she sucks my earlobe into her mouth and nibbles on it a little bit. Her breathing is heavier now and I hear a little moan escape her lips as her hand reaches the bulge in my shorts. Slowly running the tip of her finger along the growing bulge she teases the head before whispering “I’ve REALLY missed you” while grabbing my cock and kissing my cheek.
It all feels so good but I’m torn. It had been a while since I had sex with anyone (she was in fact the last person I had sex with), and the sex between us was always great. From day one there was some sort of primal, animal, sexual attraction that existed and it was there right until the end of the relationship. She clearly wanted to fuck me and on some level I wanted to fuck her too, despite showing up looking like a bit of a hot mess she looked great and as sexy as ever. I could feel the desire building, the want and maybe even the need to fuck her again, it was winning and I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted it to. I knew almost immediately after we split up she was out there and had slept with a few guys. She didn’t have to tell me that and I didn’t have to ask, even when we were together she was getting messages from guy friends of hers flirting with her and in a few cases blatantly saying that they wanted to fuck her.
Fighting my sexual urges and the desire to fuck her, to give her what she wants but also take what i want I stand up saying “I knew you came here because you wanted to fuck me… Or more specifically, for me to fuck you! I don’t know why you couldn’t just admit it!” and give her a moment to respond. Looking at her it’s obvious she’s caught off guard again and not sure how to respond so I respond for her, telling her how that was one of the reasons why the relationship didn’t work in the first place, that she wasn’t honest and played far too many stupid games, starting fights for no reason… The list went on. Clearly surprised, she sat there with her mouth open before starting to stand up. Softening a little and feeling a little bad for being so blunt I point to the couch and say “Look, it was a long week, I’m tired, I didn’t get much sleep at all and you woke me up early this morning, You’re welcome to stay here and rest for a bit or to sleep a little yourself, you know your way around the apartment, just let yourself out when you decide to leave and pull the door closed behind you. I’m going to bed.”
As I walk towards the bedroom I hear her sit back down on the couch and briefly wonder what she’s going to do as I strip down and throw my clothes in the hamper deciding I really don’t care, that I’m too tired to care. The apartment is very quiet and I hear no movement from the living room as I lift the sheets and climb into bed, thoroughly exhausted. The soft, smooth sheets float down and cover my naked body and feel absolutely amazing. Settling in, enjoying the feeling of the cool sheets against my skin I think I hear a little something but all is quiet and I pass out from pure exhaustion.
Soundly sleeping for I don’t know how long I’m slightly woken by a little shake of the bed, the apartment still quiet as can be. Barely awake and thinking it’s probably my cat jumping on the bed I roll over and face the other direction, quickly falling back asleep, still too tired to think, too tired to dream.
Some more time passes, the sun now shining in through the blinds in my room and I’m dreaming of sex, incredibly turned on and extremely hard. With thoughts of a soft hand wrapped around me, slowly stroking my thick, hard cock and teasing me, a finger gently rubbing the head before being taken inside a warm, inviting mouth I go to roll over onto my back only to roll against something, assuming it’s the other pillow I had on the bed.
Still half asleep I reach behind me to grab the pillow only to feel soft, warm flannel. Confused I turn towards the end table and open one eye a slit to see what time it is and see that it’s 11 o’clock. For the first time since I was woken up at 6am I open my eyes, stretching slightly before rolling over, surprised and a little startled to see the ex there in the bed with me. She’s wide awake with a big grin on her face and a sparkle in her eye and says “Good morning again, I thought you were going to sleep all day” as she wiggles a little closer to me.
Caught off guard I pull back a little and ask “What are you still doing here? I thought you’d left?!” Replying with her smile somehow getting even bigger she says “I missed you though, I didn’t want to go” and starts to move a little closer again. At this point I’m thoroughly confused and a little torn. On the one hand I have this beautiful, sexy woman in my bed who clearly wants to fuck me, or maybe more specifically, for me to fuck her and it’s been far too long since I’ve had sex, but on the other hand I have a history with her, a history that although there was plenty of fun and a lot of great sex was full of a lot of stupid fights and mental manipulation on her part just for the fun of it.
Deciding I’ve had enough at this point I look her in the eyes and once again say “Stop playing this stupid game and just admit it, you came here not because you missed me or were worried about me, you came because you wanted to fuck me again!” Never breaking eye contact she acts surprised, obvious to me that it’s an act since the sparkle never leaves her eyes and the smile on her face is only gone for a moment before she moves closer again. She’s quiet as breaks eye contact and puts her head on my shoulder before saying “But I really do miss you!” and wiggles her body against mine. It’s at that moment that I realize the dream I was having wasn’t entirely a dream and she moves the tips of her fingers gently along my shaft. “I think you missed me too” before she turns her head up towards mine, gently kissing me while she wrapped her hand around my cock.
Her body feels so good pressed against mine and her hand on my cock feels amazing. Her lips feel so soft, so perfect against my own and without even realizing it I start to kiss her back.