I never really intended to cheat on my girlfriend. I never actively pursued women out of fear of getting caught, because I did truly love her and because I have a crippling need for people to think I’m a good person.

Of course it’s more complicated than that. When you’re living two hours away from each other in your mid-20s, you tend to blur some of those normal relationship lines. The other person isn’t there all the time to keep track of who you hang out with or know how long you stay out at the bars.

In early summer of 2015, I was working for a company in a small town in Oregon. My girlfriend lived in Portland. Sex was inconsistent. She didn’t like my dive apartment so I would have to make the trek to her. But I worked weekends so our days off never aligned, making it even more infrequent. Writing this now, it’s truly a miracle we stayed together for as long as we did.

I lived in an extremely cheap building that had 11 other units, arranged in a row two stories tall. All of our bedroom windows overlooked the parking lot behind the building and you had to walk by most of the units to get to the stairs. Thankfully, I lived on the second floor, which eliminated the ceiling noise, but the walls were still thin.

One afternoon, I happened to be walking from my car as I noticed a cute girl strolling in front of me. She was shorter, under 5-foot-5 and petite. Her tight jeans immediately drew my eye to a great ass. She was approaching the door of a unit on the first floor directly below mine. She heard my footsteps, turned around and smiled shyly. I quickly averted my eyes upward and returned her smile, but my politeness stopped me from saying anything. She clearly didn’t want to be bothered, I thought. So I left with a lingering look over my shoulder and walked up the stairs.

Inwardly I was stoked to have even an anonymous person under the age of 50 around to exchange flirty smiles with. The complex was definitely a draw for poorer, drug-addled folk or divorced older men who creeped the hell out of me. She clearly felt the same. I left to walk back to work a couple hours later, and when I returned after midnight, I found a note pinched between my screen door and the door jam.

“Hey :) I just moved in to 103. I’m Chelsea. Trying to make friends in town and you look friendly and not creepy lol. Text me if you want to grab coffee.”

Her phone number was scrawled under in her cute handwriting. My mind and heart raced. It felt extremely flattering to be approached unsolicited. I like to think I’m good-looking and well groomed, but I also typically chase those thoughts with more realistic assessments like, “Sure. You’re OK. But you’re 5-11, 170 and white. You are fit, I’ll give you that, but bearded white guys are a dime a dozen in the Pacific Northwest.”

I walked inside and re-read the note. I never thought about throwing away her number. I punched it into my phone under the pseudonym “Washington Neighbor” because I lived on Washington Street. Pretty benign so if someone ever saw the name in my contacts or saw a message pop up I could hopefully explain it away.

“Hi Chelsea :) I’m West. Your note is super flattering. You have me blushing, though I don’t know if my girlfriend would approve of me talking to cute girls who live near me lol.”

She immediately responded.

“Of course you have a girlfriend lol. I’m too unlucky to have moved in next to a hot, single guy my age hahaha.”

OK then. Let the flirting begin. The messages went back and forth quickly the rest of the evening. Getting to know each other’s backgrounds, reason for moving to town and hobbies. She had just moved from another small town to work at the local hospital as a nurse’s assistant. She was 22 and still going to community college. She flirted outrageously once she found out I was older than her by six years. She loved that I had a stable job, and the fact that I had a girlfriend mattered very little to her.

In fact, as the evening progressed and we inevitably toed the line of talking about sex, she straight up said a huge kink of hers was to please men, especially taken men. From that point forward, we both knew where this was headed. I poured out my emotions about my inconsistent sex life, the fact I hadn’t gotten a blow job in more than three years because my girlfriend hated giving them and that while I didn’t seek this out at first, I was absolutely attracted to Chelsea.

She responded, “Everyone has needs. Let me help with yours.”

We arranged to meet for coffee the next day in the small downtown core. She beat me there despite us coming from the same place. She was reading the newspaper, which I thought was hilarious for a 22-year-old to be doing. The conversation was easy, light. We wanted to see each other in the flesh again before moving ahead with the shenanigans. After an hour I had to leave for work. We continued texting, sharing more explicit kinks and fantasies.

“OK. That settles it. You’re coming over and staying the night ;)” she texted that evening when I was getting off work.

I immediately got hard knowing what was coming. A wave of anxiety filled me, followed by guilt. I had never done anything like this before, but good god. I had never been more horny in my life. The back and forth texting and edging in the bathroom had me in a near panicked state of arousal. I texted my girlfriend goodnight, took a quick shower and poured myself two shots of whiskey to even myself out. Then I walked quickly down the stairs to her door and knocked.

She answered right away, opening up the door and letting me walk inside. I barely noticed her stuff. It was laid out like my unit above and her couch was in the same place mine was. As she closed the door I noticed she was wearing a long shirt and no pants. Her firm B cups were also clearly not contained by a bra.

“I guess we’re not going to start a movie,” I said jokingly.

She just moved to me and pressed her body into mine and stood on her tip-toes to kiss me.

Her smell was incredible. I don’t know how women find that perfect scent of freshness, but everyone I’ve been with does it flawlessly. She was intoxicating. Her lips were soft and her tongue made timid movements into my mouth. I grabbed her by her hips and pushed back into her, just to feel my cock in my pants against her flat stomach. She smiled at that and intently pushed me backward until I was sitting on the arm of her couch.

We stayed like that for who knows how long, just grabbing at each other like two teenagers. I finally had enough, picked her up and walked her to her bedroom. I threw her onto the bed, leaned over her and helped her out of her shirt. The sight of her laying on her back with her shirt off and just some black lacey panties on is something I’ll remember forever. It was such a sexy scene.

“You going to stare all night?” she asked with a coy smile.

I grinned and sank to my knees next to her bed. I pulled her by her hips toward me and started kissing her again. My hands snaked down her belly to her panties, toying with the fabric at the waist. Her hips rose, insisting me to continue, but I pulled away, teasing her. I took my time. We had all night and I was going to fuck her until I couldn’t, so there wasn’t a rush.

I played with her nipples as I kissed my way down her body. I spent a lot of time in the crook of her neck because I felt the goosebumps on her thigh when I kissed her behind her right ear. I edged down to her perky nipples, enjoying the moan I heard as I circled each one with my tongue.

“Fuck you,” she said with a laugh. “You better hurry. I’m soaking myself.”

“Mmmm, I better investigate,” I replied.

I kissed my way down her stomach to her panties. I licked her crotch, smelling her pussy and indeed feeling a growing wet spot. I smiled inwardly and kept going down one leg, spending time on her thighs.

Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed my hair and pulled me back to her pussy. I took the hint, sliding the panties off in a quick motion. She kept a little stubble above her clit but her lips were incredibly inviting. I wanted to taste her. Savor her. I slowly licked her, probing her vagina with my tongue. Then I focused on her clit.

Bingo.

She clamped down on my head with her thighs and moaned for me to stay right where I was. I tried to flick and swirl my tongue but to be honest she was in control. She face-fucked me to an orgasm and I was just along for the ride. I had the best seat in the house as she finally quivered and came on my tongue, sending a gush of liquid down my chin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said. “I haven’t cummed like that ever. You’ve earned your reward.”

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[Note from the author: If this long tale does well, I'll write part two soon. I have been wanting to write something for this page for ages and never had the courage. I hope you all enjoy it despite the length. Let me know what you think!]