I’m posting something different today. I’ve written about Mary in a previous set of stories centred around guiding her through most of her sexual firsts when she was 18 and I was 29. This event is something that happened much more recently. She tried to catch up to me by turning 29 the year this story happened, but I stayed ahead of her and was recently 40.

How is this different? Well this is her story. We talked a lot about writing and I sent her a couple of stories I’ve posted here before. Mainly the ones about her. She loved them and decided to return the favour. She wrote her own memories of our first time together, except in her mind we went further and it all happened in a single night. This isn’t that story.

We would hang out at a mutual friend’s place once a week or so. This friend happens to be her ex. The one she started dating immediately after my last story about her. They didn’t last long and her and I have had a on and off FWB arrangement for the past 11 years. If we’re both available, we fuck as much as possible. It’s always worked well. We’ve both found that this sort of arrangements prevents us from getting with someone out of desperation. It’s served us well over the past decade.

The story below is one she wrote for me right after she got home. I’m going to set the stage here and then let her tell the rest. I’ve made some minor modifications to her formatting for readability.

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My stuff:

Like I said, we would hang out at a mutual friend’s fairly often. It wasn’t long before we started leaving a little earlier than usual and found a nice place to park. This usually let to handjobs, fingering, and/or oral. Because we live quite far apart we couldn’t find a good place to do much more than that very often. This takes place one winter night as we’re leaving this friend’s place.

Mary never fails to make me cum from a blowjob and gets me off in record time. It’s a skill she’s honed over these years and is a far cry from the innocent virgin I taught all those years ago.

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Her Story:

Keith got to his car. “Same spot?”

“Yes” I nodded, then got into my own.

It was a routine now, leaving at the same time regardless of if we stop or not. Though where we were was what I considered to be a safe neighbourhood, it didn’t hurt having him with me. I’d follow him home til his turn off, there was some peace of mind in knowing we were travelling together even if it was only half way.

A series of left turns and some winding roads and we were at our spot. I parked in a way to sort of block his car from view of passers by then I got out and walked around to his passenger side. In that moment I felt like such a little rebel. I was wearing an ex’s sweater and sneaking into another guy’s car. I get in careful not hit my head on the dangling sun visor (we were well acquainted by now).

With all the build up from our conversations that week and several missed stops [meaning this time parked in a secluded spot] I think we were both more than eager to get our hands on each other. We’d already been holding hands earlier and I might have held more if the blanket would have unnoticeably reached. I’d tried to kiss him quickly too but I kinda missed my target. Now was our moment and we’d make the most of it. We both leaned in immediately and began making out. It was hot and passionate, our tongues tangling as we explored the other’s mouth. I love taste of him and the feel of his soft lips on mine. A warmth spread over me as we held each other in a tight embrace wishing we could just pause the world right there.

We continued on making out again this time our hands wandering. Mine found his ‘very happy to see me’ cock while his found my breast. He held it in his hand feeling the shape and firmness. He gave a light squeeze and rubbed my now quite pronounced nipple between his fingers.

“Mmm” I hummed out.

I rubbed my fingers along the length of his shaft beneath the layer of his corduroy pants. I wondered in the moment whether the ribs of the material enhanced the sensation. Ribbed for his pleasure. A car went by and it’s bright lights made us pause a moment, but only a moment. We returned to our treasure hunt and I whispered that it was his lucky night, most of the attention would get focused on him. He knew what that meant and kept his focus on my chest.

He undid his pants to allow me easier access. It was lucky he had a thing for cold hands, because he definitely got them. He took a sharp breath as I took hold of him and rubbed him skin on skin, my cold hands on his warm cock. He groaned as I stroked him. He kissed me then ducked his head taking my nipple in his mouth. It was my turn to groan. I couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing but it felt amazing. I kinda felt like one of those seductive paintings where a god is in the clouds and there's all these women hanging off of them.. except it was just the two of us.

When he came back up I kissed him a few times then bowed my own head. He lowered his waistband revealing my prize. I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t bother with teasing with kisses, I took him right in my mouth. The skin of his cock a texture somewhere between velvet and silk plus wet. I long for it’s soft firmness between my legs, but not tonight. I run my tongue along the ridge of his head then down his shaft taking as much of him in as I dare.

“Ahhhh Mary” he pleas. I bob my head and suck in a rhythm rolling lips now and then to add texture. His breathing speeds up and his groans erupt as work my magic. I can tell he’s getting close from the slight thrusting he’s doing and the pace of his breathing. If I wasn’t holding him to my mouth I’m almost certain his balls would have been rock hard in my hand.

Keith’s so caught in the moment he doesn’t think to warn me. He groans loudly and releases a shower of cum into my mouth. It hits the side running down the inside of my cheek before some of it goes down my throat. I swallow part of it before coming up and kissing him spilling his own flavours into his mouth. We both swallow and make out at bit before another car’s lights convince him to get put away just in case.

We sit together a while my head on his shoulder his hand rubbing my back while my hand rests on his thigh.

“I wish you could come home with me” he says.

“Me too” I say with a sigh.