Hi. I haven't posted here in a while, but definitely check out the other stories on my profile from way back if you'd like to get to know me more -- I'm Natalie, early 20s, average height, weight, chest, and I'm a Chinese grad from a certain blue university, so I hope you don't mind the English!

A few weeks ago, I had a good friend from college go through a super rough break-up. As in, the kind na they were together for years na, and most people assumed na they'd end up together for good. I knew he was having a hard time, so I offered to have dinner with him so that he could walk me through what happened and what he was thinking. For a bit of sentiment, we had dinner near the university where we studied and of course, that meant a few drinks and Smirnoff Mules na rin.

I've only known him as someone who was taken, so seeing him in this new context was really eye-opening. We clicked on this other level, and we were sitting on the same side of the table on the couch, then his hand was on my shoulder, then just above my waist, and then I realized that something was happening...not that I minded. He's attractive. Tall and lean -- and single.

I gave him a look and leaned in to whisper, "It's getting late na. Do you want to continue nalang over at yours?"

'Yours' was his condo -- the same condo he and his ex used to stay in for college. We used to hang out there all the time with our other friends, but never alone.

Once we got to his, he made the first move. I was wearing a black tank top and jeans, and he hooked his fingers around my belt loops and pulled me in, and we made out. I had to tiptoe to reach him, and I loved it, but I also couldn't help but notice that all of his ex's stuff were still there - her shoes, hoodie, even some stuffed toys on their couch. At first, it all felt so wrong -- but then it felt so right. We fell down onto the couch, right next to her stuffed toys, and he pulled my top off, and I held eye contact with him as I took off my bra with the stuffed toys right there.

I guess it was sort of symbolic. His eyes were on the now instead of on the past...or something like that.

I have an average, maybe slightly below average chest, but they're perky, and he's known my for more than half a decade na without even seeing me in a bikini, so he quickly took my pink nips into his mouth, and I started undoing his pants. He was a bit smaller than what I'm used to, around 5 inches flat or so, but I felt like really worshipping him that night to make him feel good, so I moaned just stroking his cock. I moaned his name, moaned that he was huge, and put him into my mouth and made some exagg gagging noises. He loved it.

He tore my jeans off and threw my panties off to the side, and he spread my legs wide, both feet almost on opposite ends of the couch. He ate me out, and I was moaning, and I realized that I was clutching onto the stuffed toys na, but I didn't stop - it just felt right. He started fingering me while sucking directly on my clit and I came, and I could see a bit of my juices all over his chin, and without saying anything, he went to fetch a condom. When he got back, I was holding my legs wide open ready for him, and I told him to get his cock in me right away.

He fucked me on my back, on all fours, and with me riding him, but he couldn't cum, so I told him to get his condom off and I went on my knees for him. I put it deep down my throat and got him wet and stroked him off until he finished on my face -- something she never used to let him do, apparently.

I went to the bathroom to wash off, and I noticed some of her lingerie was still there...maybe next time?