Second - "He left again .. but not for long!"

Sooo .. for anyone who read my previous article entitled "He came back" .. this is a continuation of the same thread.

We did, eventually (ohh .. maybe the next night .. and the night after!) get together again, for about two weeks. We talked, we laughed .. we flirted online and off. We emailed, we exchanged naughty pictures and we explored each others bodies with our minds as well as our hands and mouths.

He was certainly turning into my favourite fuck!

But one night he asked if we were friends, too.

Well, of course! We didn't just have great sex. We talked about life, the universe and EVERYTHING! I felt comfortable with him and I enjoyed much more than just the sex.

The next question was the stinger -- would we still be friends if we weren't fucking?

Well, of course! was my immediate answer. It wasn't just the sex that kept me coming back -- ooooh the sex was phenomenal! But I truly enjoyed his company. It started to perk through my brain that maybe he didn't really enjoy the sex as much as he let on. I must have said something to that very effect, because he instantly assured me that he DID love the sex as much as I did, it wasn't that at all.  His previous lover/relationship had ended on not-so-great terms, but there were still emotions involved and she had contacted him about a possible reconciliation.

oh.

We had made plans to get a hotel room together for the weekend before Valentines. There was really no romance in our relationship -- just friendship and great fucking.

If he was back together with his woman, the sex would stop and the friendship would possibly become uncomfortable. But what could I do? It was his life and his choice. Damn did I want his cock. Damn if I was going to pretend to want a romantic relationship just to get it. Damn if I was going to interfere with his love for this other woman. Damn.

So be it.

We stopped fucking.

Sunday, February 6th until Tuesday, March 1st was the abso-fcnk-lutely longest three weeks of my entire life.

All I could think about was his cock, his mouth, his fingers. I woke up with his name on my lips and went to sleep with images of him pounding the hell out of my ass.

We still spoke online. Rarely on the phone -- it felt awkward to me, and him too, I think.

Apparently his relationship wasn't going quite the way he wanted.

I let slip many times that I missed him .. that I wanted him. I felt like a heel. Here I had promised him I wouldn't get in the way of love and that I was perfectly capable of having a platonic friendship with someone I still wanted to fuck.

But the sex was just .. some of the greatest I had had in .. a really long time!

I kept finding new people on Adult FriendFinder. Even one who lives literally around the corner from me. I even met a couple of these guys for coffee. But I just didn't WANT to find out what sex with them was like. I wanted HIS cock. I wanted to wrap my lips around it, I wanted to feel it sliding into the back of my throat and I wanted to hear him moan and tell me how amazing my mouth felt.

WEEKS passed! A whole new month was around the corner and still nothing could distract me from wanting his cock.

I think I went into a mild depression. I know I was more than a little obsessed. I would pass cocks.... er .. men! men on the street and think about whether their tongue would feel as good in my ass as his did. I smiled and flirted and even partook in a good amount of phone sex. But nothing could distract me from wanting his cock.

It scared me. It wasn't _just_ his cock. I wanted his smile. I wanted his conversation. I wanted to curl up with him and talk for hours after fucking, running my fingers along his flesh and teasing him until we were ready to fuck again. I wanted him.

Suddenly, it is a certain Monday and my phone rings.

I had tried to get him to go out for coffee over the weekend, but he had made (viable) excuses. On the phone he apologizes and asks if there is any way he can make it up to me? I let him know that is a completely open-ended question and not a very safe one to ask. He says he knows. I say he should make it up to me by fucking my ass. He says okay. What?

Apparently, his girl and he are no longer together. Three short (short? SHORT? they were NOT short!) weeks later, and they realized they had parted in the past for good reason and it was time to part for a second and final time.

He wants to come fuck my ass.

I want to let him.

My female friends say I am insane! They say he disrespected me for kicking me to the curb so quickly. They know I have been crushing on him day in and day out for the past month, even if I had been trying to hide it. They say there is no way he should be calling me the DAY he breaks it off with his girl and expecting to get sex.

They don't know how good his cock feels in my ass.

We can't arrange to get together for Monday night, but we refuse to make it past Tuesday without at least a quick meeting!

I suggest he should come pick me up and we'll go for a drive. I've been dying to feel his cock in my mouth. He agrees and we go for a drive!

Not really caring where we park, we end up in the middle of a somewhat deserted parking-lot of a large shopping center. We kiss. I don't want foreplay, I want action, I want my lips wrapped around his hardness. And soon, they are.

For the next hour I bring him to the brink time and time again, moving my mouth and my tongue and my hand over his cock. I lick and suck and bite (yes, bite!) his cock. He moans and pants and tells me over and over again how incredible my mouth feels. I look up at him while I flicker my tongue across the head of his cock. I know he loves it. He knows that I know. I love it too!

Somehow (I'm not sure how .. how do these things happen? we didn't plan it!!) I end up with my pants around my knees, on my stomach, with my ass in the air. He is licking and sucking my ass.

Oh

my

ghawd!

I have missed his mouth so much!

I demand that he slide his fingers into my dripping pussy and he doesn't miss a beat, slipping first one, then two fingers into me, pumping them in and out while he continues to lick my ass.

I can hardly take it! He is driving me wild!

He takes the hint, and slips those fingers into my ass. He fills both my holes with one hand, sliding his fingers in and out of me, pushing me further into oblivion.

I know he can feel my muscles contract as I have an intense orgasm on his hand.

I am spent.

We are out of time!

There _will_ be more!