The story is very much still a work in progress and not completed but I’m hoping to, FINALLY, finish it within the next week and plan on sitting down to make time to write and complete it.
For now I hope you like it.
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 she 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 felt so good pressed against mine and her hand on my cock felt amazing. Her lips felt so soft, so perfect against my own and without even realizing it I start to kiss her back. My hand slowly starts sliding down the back of her shirt knowing there is only a thin layer of material between her body and mine and stops when it feels the soft skin of her lower back. She leans in a little more and throws her leg over me while wiggling even closer, her hand stroking my cock a little faster as she flicks the tip of her tongue against my lips. I’m lost with how good this all feels, it’s been far too long since I’ve been with anyone and we always had great sex but I’m not sure I can deal with all the crazy that will come along with this and roll onto my back, breaking the kiss, letting my hand fall flat onto the bed.
She’s relentless and continues to stroke my cock, just like in the dream, teasing the head every so often with the tip of her finger, spreading the pre-cum all over it before her grip gets a little tighter and strokes a little faster. She’s clearly determined now and not letting the fact that I’ve stopped reciprocating deter her at all and she kisses my cheek, right in front of my ear knowing full well I can hear how her breathing is getting a little heavier and faster. Pausing for just a moment she kisses my jaw line before kissing my neck, nibbling it slightly as the pace of her hand on my cock increases. There’s no denying the fact that it feels good as I am rock hard and part of me just wants to pull her to me, flip her over, and fuck her brains out until I cum but I tell myself there is no way anything is happening without her admitting the true reason why she showed up today so I just lay there, letting her tease and play with me.
Pulling her body away from me slightly she moves a little further down the bed, her hand not releasing my cock at all, the pace of her stroking getting even faster. Leaning up on one elbow she kisses the middle of my chest before kissing a nipple of mine, gently taking it between her teeth and releasing it. My head is back as i look up at the ceiling, trying hard not to give in and I catch her looking up at me out of the corner of my eye, her face resting on my stomach. I can tell she’s a little frustrated that I haven’t given in yet but I don’t let up, continuing to just lay there while she strokes my cock. Letting out a little “hrmmm” she kisses my stomach before tracing the tip of her tongue down my stomach, stopping only when she’d gotten to where the band of my underwear would be if I was wearing any. Turning her head she’s now looking directly at my cock, I could feel her warm breath on the head each time her hand slid down to the base of it.
Feeling her shift slightly on the bed I feel her warm breath again on the tip of my cock but am pleasantly surprised a moment later to feel the tip of her tongue circle around the head of my cock. It feels amazing but I can’t help but think that she must REALLY want me to fuck her, that she must REALLY have missed my cock because she always HATED giving head. Slowly she starts stroking my cock again with long, gentle strokes as I feel the tip of her tongue slide along the very tip of my cock, licking up and tasting every drop of pre-cum that’s there before I feel her lips gently kiss the head. She stays there for a moment before I feel her lips part, her tongue sliding down the side of my cock before she wraps her lips around it, taking as much of me in her mouth as she can. She moves one hand to the base of my cock and starts to play with and massage my balls as the other hand slides up my stomach and stops. Slowly she lifts her head and I can’t help but look down to watch, enjoying the sight of my cock sliding out of her mouth when she catches me, looking me right in the eyes, a naughty little smile on her face, the tip of my cock between her lips when she suddenly kisses it, closes her eyes and opens her mouth, pushing her head all the way down, gagging as the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and starts to slide down it, digging her nails into my stomach as she gags on it. It feels absolutely amazing and I can’t help but put a hand on the back of her head and push down as I push up which makes her gag just a little more as it catches her off guard. I know full well that she absolutely hates that, or did anyway, as I had done it twice while we were together and got an earful both times. As I let go and relax, I put my hands behind my head and am curious, waiting for her reaction, for the blowout from her, wondering if she really wants me to fuck her that badly that she’s going to let it go or she’ll stop in a fit of rage.
To my surprise she stays where she is for a few seconds longer, keeping the head of my cock down the back of her throat before I feel her start to lift her head, gagging while taking a deep breath as she does, replacing her mouth with her hand as she starts to stroke my cock again, a little faster and a little harder this time. I can’t lie, I’m enjoying it, I’m enjoying the effort, the want and the desire from her because while we were together it was typically me initiating things, it was me teasing and taunting her, turning her on while her idea of initiating things was just asking if i wanted to have sex and then taking off her jogging pants and t-shirt. Laying her head on my stomach she continues to stroke my cock some more and i once again feel her warm breath on the head, knowing she’s watching each long stroke up and down the shaft. It feels really good, probably one of the best handjobs I’ve ever gotten, and if i didn’t have such good self control I would probably be close to cumming all over her, all over her face, but I’m able to resist and fight the urge.
She must sense this too or maybe she just remembers from before what I’m like and how I feel when I’m close to cumming and I feel her hand start to slow down, her grip not as tight as I feel her lift her head and turn it towards me before putting it back down on my stomach. She’s stopped stroking my cock at this point and is now just gently running the tips of her fingers up and down the shaft, paying a little extra attention to the head as she rubs the pre-cum all over it before sliding her fingers back down the shaft. She lefts out another “Hmmm” when there is no reaction to me and at first I say nothing, waiting to see if she’s going to say anything, if she’s going to admit the real reason why she showed up but she’s silent and just continues to play with and tease my cock, making sure I stay hard. Giving in but deciding to play the devil’s advocate I look at her and ask what’s wrong, saying that she should be happy because she was so worried about me and missed me and now she’s getting to spend some time with me.
I can see she’s not impressed and frustrated but trying not to show it, clearly still focused on my cock and wanting me to fuck her as she grips it a little tighter again, stroking me a little faster before suddenly stopping and letting go. Without breaking eye contact she props herself up on her elbow before getting on all fours and starts to crawl up beside me and it’s at this point that I notice she is mostly naked. I don’t know when that happened or how but at one point she stripped out of her pink PJ bottoms and t-shirt but strangely decided to keep her pink striped panties on. Stopping as she’s face to face with me she puts a little pout on her face and says again that she did miss me, that she’s been thinking a lot about me lately and wondering how I’ve been. Laughing I say that I don’t understand why it’s so hard for her to say, for her to admit, that the real reason why she showed up so early in the morning and out of the blue was because she wanted to fuck me, that she didn’t miss me but missed my thick, hard cock, missed the way it felt in her pussy and missed the way I fucked her before I look back up at the ceiling.
There’s silence, no response to that and the room is very quiet for what felt like a few minutes before I felt the bed move, felt her move on the bed and felt her soft, warm thighs on either side of me, her body over mine, her breasts brushing against my chest with her face just inches from mine. With one hand she reaches up, running her fingers through my hair before pulling me to face her while the other hand slides down my stomach and wraps around my cock again. She starts to stroke me again, slowly and gentle at first but getting quicker each time. With each stroke she’s rubbing the head of my cock on her soaking wet panties, knowing full well it feels amazing for me before biting her lip. I see her bite her lip as she pushes back onto my cock, the head slightly parting her lips through her panties as she continues to stroke me while holding me there, enjoying the feeling of it as she smiles, looking me directly in the eyes and says “But I did miss you” before leaning in to kiss me.
Before she can kiss me I laugh, looking directly into her eyes with a playful smile on my face as I say “I don’t know why you won’t admit it, just tell me you came here because you wanted to fuck, because you wanted me to fuck you… Maybe things would be going differently right now if you did” before leaning in, acting as if I’m going to kiss her while my hands slide down her body and stop on her ass. At this point I’m fighting the urge to just smack her ass, tear off her panties, flip her over and fuck her brains out… Giving her exactly what it is she came here for but somehow I’m able to resist and instead just leave them there, giving one of her cheeks a playful little squeeze.
I can see her thinking about it, wondering if she should but know she’s also thinking that if she did she’d have to admit she was wrong and/or lied which is something she never did while we were together. It’s fairly obvious by the look on her face that she’s thinking about it but not quite ready to give in. At this point I want it as bad as she does, I too want to fuck her, I want to make her and hear her cum again but I’m not about to give in, I refuse to be the one who gives in so instead I grab her ass, spreading her cheeks as I push her hips down onto me, feeling the head of my cock push against her panties and into her pussy just a little more as I watch the reaction on her face. Letting out a little whimper I feel her press her body even tighter against my own, her breasts pressing against me even more as she looks me in the eyes and leans a little closer. I think she’s going to kiss me but instead she puts her head beside mine, her mouth beside my ear, her breathing heavy, and flicks the tip of it over my earlobe, pulling it into her mouth a little as she sucks on it. Letting out a little moan she lets go of my earlobe and puts her lips against my ear as she lifts her body ever so slightly, the tips of her fingers finding their way back to the head of my cock, teasing me a little more before sliding along her panties, rubbing her clit as she eases herself back against my cock, the tip once again parting her slips and pushing inside of her, her panties the only barrier between us.
I can feel her playing with her clit, feel her panties moving as she rubs and teases herself and lets out another little moan right into my ear before playfully saying “I did miss you”, pausing before saying “But you’re telling me that if I just admit that I came here because I wanted to fuck you, because I wanted you to fuck me, that we can?” as she pushes herself back onto my cock harder than before, her panties straining against the head as it parts her lips, pushing them into her pussy a little further than before while letting out another moan.