Square one

It was a rather cold autumn night, and I was sitting on my living room, getting myself warm in front of the fire of my big fireplace. I had a date tonight, a date with my ex-boyfriend whom I almost married. He had moved back to town after moving away 6 years ago, and for some reason he called me. I had made lasagna and baked chicken to have dinner with him in my house; he did not want to go to a restaurant because he wanted privacy, or so he said. I did not question him, but I did question my willingness to see him again. We broke up because he had cheated on me – I found him fucking a girl in his apartment. Why would he do that?

I sat by myself, waiting for his call to arrive so I could go receive him at the door. Maybe I missed him, maybe that’s why I agreed to see him again. But I think that for us to date again, we would need to fall for each other again. We were almost 30 years old now, and we must have changed a bit from how we were in our younger days. Maybe he was a changed man now, more responsible, less likely to cheat. Or maybe he realized he will never have someone like me in his life again, no matter what good pussy they may have.

Speaking of which, I did miss having sex with him. He was a great fuck, and effortlessly made me come over and over. Without realizing, I had directed my fingers to my pussy and started to finger myself thinking about his body and the way he fucked me. I remember how he once fucked me on the back of his car, after a date at the movies. He penetrated me with such passion and rage, almost as if trying to break me in two. One thing was for sure, and that was that I never had another lover fuck me as good.

I continued to finger myself, in front of the fireplace. My body heat went up with the help of the fire and my lust. Just when I was about to come, thinking about my boyfriend, he interrupted me by calling me on the phone. I felt bothered but relieved as well. “Hey Natasha, I’m parking in front of your house right now” he said, sounding very relaxed. “I’ll be at the door now” I said, hanging up after finishing. I stood up, quickly went to the kitchen to wash my hands, and then went to the front door. I opened it, and there he was. A big grin on his face and holding flowers that were obviously for me.

“These are for you. Thanks for having me in today” He said, handing me the flowers and walking inside my house. “Oh, thank you so much, Joel” I said, then put the flowers on a jar by the door. “It’s nice to see you again, I guess” I said rather distantly. He looked a little bit shy tonight. “I made dinner for two, follow me” I said, guiding him to my dining room. “Oh, crap, I forgot the wine!” he said in shock, then left running through the front door. I forgot how he had such little attention span. It was funny, however.

He came back in two minutes with a nice wine bottle. “I bought this for our dinner” he said with a proud smile. “Oh, thanks! This is very nice” I told him, while walking towards my cupboard to take out two cups to drink. He quickly opened the wine, then served some for us in the cups. “I propose a toast” he said, without explaining what we would toast for. We hit our glasses, then took a sip from it. The wine was very, very good, and felt smooth in my mouth. “This is a really good wine!” I said after drinking. “I’m glad you like it” He said, sitting down on the table. “Let’s eat before this goes cold!” he said confidently. I sat from across him on the table after serving him a piece of lasagna.

“I hope you’ll like my food” I said, serving myself some lasagna. “I’ve always loved your cooking” he said while taking a bite. He told me he had gotten a new job in town as an engineer in town, and that is why he moved back. I was a simple book author, but it paid me well enough to live comfortably. I had already written a book about our failed relationship, and he knew about it, but it was not ready to be published. “How are your books coming along?” he asked smiling. “Good. My next book is coming out next year” I said back, finishing my food.

We had finished eating faster than I thought we would, then he suggested going to the living room to sit by the fire and drink the wine. After picking up the table, we went to relax in the living room. “Tell me Joel, why is it that you wanted to see me again?” I asked in a serious tone. “To be honest, I missed you, and wanted to let you know that I am sorry for what I did to you” he said with a serious expression on his face. “I thought we could begin again” he added. “Well, that’s mature of you. I missed you too, but you know I wouldn’t call you” I said, giggling afterwards. “Yes, I know…” He said, getting closer to me then kissing me.

“I was a fool” he said, then moving to kiss my neck. “Glad to hear it from you” I said back. He started to unzip my shirt, and I did the same to him. I don’t know if this was okay, but my body was acting without consent from my brain. I was just letting loose; it’s been a while since I last got laid. He continued to kiss me while taking his pants off, and I took my skirt off. Before long, we were naked, laying on the carpet in front of the fire and making out passionately. He started to finger me slowly, making me come quickly from the foreplay I had already given myself.

“You were ready for this, weren’t you” he whispered into my ear sensually. “It’s been a bit” I said, moaning as he fingered me. Then, he penetrated my pussy and it felt as good I remembered. I grabbed the border of the rug with force as he fucked me, slowly getting faster and harder. “More!” I yelled, and he grabbed me by the neck the pulled me up to kiss me, while still fucking me. Then, he flipped me over the rug and fucked me missionary, while takin sips from his wine cup. We were sweating a lot, the light of the fireplace jumping off our wet bodies.

“Did you miss my fucking?” he whispered to me into my ear, bending over me to do so. “I did” I said honestly, then he began to fuck me harder. He laid on the carpet, then fucked me sideways, facing the fire from the fireplace. My legs were open big and wide, and he started to rub my pussy as he fucked me, making me squirt a little over the carpet. He drove me crazy when he fucked me.

After a few minutes, he took his cock out of me then came on my leg. I turned to him then we made out sensually in front of the fire. “Back to square one” I said seductively, then kissing him. He smiled. We stood up then took a shower. “Just like the old times” he said while we showered. “That’s right” I said with a grin. I felt certainly happy that we were together again, but I did not know if this was going to be more than just one night of good sex.

After showering and cleaning up, we were back in the living room. “That was a very good date” he said, then kissing me on the forehead. He was way taller than I was. “Indeed, better than expected” I said back. “I’ll see you again?” he asked in a rather worried tone. “I think so” I said with a smirk. His expression showed that he was satisfied with my answer. “I’m really, really sorry for what I did to you years ago” he said while looking down. “It’s in the past. We’re older now” I told him in a comforting tone. “Don’t worry” I added, making way to the door.

“Call me when you’re home” I said, kissing him then letting him go. “I will” he said while stepping outside and walking to his car. I closed the door after seeing he got into his car, resting against the door for a few seconds. “Well, now I have something to finish that book I was writing about us” I said to myself, then walked to my room, ready to sleep.