“Running a few minutes late, sorry.”

I texted Jason as I got into my Honda Fit. We had dated a bit in high school, and recently been flirting back and forth. While I put a hard stop on any chance of us getting bsck together, mentioning that things have changed since we were together evolved into planning to hook up.

He met me at the door and I looked up at him, briefly stepping back in time to when we were together. Our heads moved closer, our lips met. Instantly, I was reminded he was not a good kisser. Nor had he gotten better over the years. But I wasn’t there to kiss, anyway.

The cum in my bikini bottoms had dried and while I hoped he wouldn’t realize that I had so recently taken a huge load of cum inside of me, I was turned on by the thought. And so, I followed him to his room admiring his ass as he walked.

Stripping each other in his room, his jaw dropped as I released the tied that held my bottoms up. Moving forward to kiss his flat but untoned stomach, I moved down to reveal his curved, uncut cock. As I began to stroke, he picked me up and threw me onto his bed. He climbed over me and began to kiss all over my body while a hand ran through my pubes to my wet slit.

His long fingers entered me and my hand went for his cock. I used my free hand to move his to my clit. I let out a more guttural moan to encourage him. He moved it back to my pussy and seemed satisfied with soft moans and gasps from me, while he thoroughly enjoyed my stroking.

Jason rolled over, and grabbed a condom from his bedside table drawer. He laid on his back and rolled it over his shaft. I straddled him as he gripped the base of his cock, and easily slid my body onto it. I rested my fingers on his chest as I began to bounce. He moaned loudly as I bounced on him, resting his hands on my thighs.

“You like that dick, don’t you?” He moaned out. I didn’t respond.

“Yeah, you like it. You like that dick inside you.”

I began to rub my clit as I bounced on his dick. Just as I began to moan out, he moved my hand away.

“No need for that!” He announced confidently. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Mentally, I rolled my eyes and kept riding him. Even though I can usually come vaginally, the lack of attention wasn’t helping me. I felt rather hopefully when he rolled me over and climbed on top of me, knowing from other friends who went to his school that he hooked up with girls regularly.

He positioned himself at my tiny wet hole, and pushed into me with a slow, hard thrust. I gasped and slightly moaned as he pushed himself deep into me with seemingly calculated thrusts. Every few pumps I’d moan out as he’d manage to hit my g-spot, but immediately he’d go back to trying to get deeper inside me. With no particular rhythm but a lot of confidence, he continued to sing his praises as he rode me.

Feeling rather bored, I jumped off him and pulled the condom off. I brushed my hair over my shoulder and took his cock into my mouth. Jason was as animated as he was during sex while I swirled my tongue around his curved cock as I moved my head up and down.

Rhythmically and sensually, I used my lips and tongue to tease his curved shaft.

He proudly announced he was about to cum as I felt him tense. I moved my head away and quickly began to stroke his saliva covered shaft. Deliberately, I pointed it towards him and not me so that his cum would land on his body.

As soon as he began asking questions about cumming and how much I liked it, I wiped my hands on his sheets and made an excuse to leave. I knew not every encounter would be great, but he had talked himself up so much that I left disappointed.

Later that afternoon, as I sat in my room reading, my best friend texted me.

“You home yet?”

When I replied affirmatively, he came back with “come over.”