Very
recently, I ran into my former lover, Javier. I haven’t seen him in several
years due to a very bad – and public – disagreement. At the time, it wasn’t a
healthy relationship…..there was a ton of jealousy on both sides. I absolutely
hated the fact that he had absolutely GORGEOUS female friends; I felt super
intimidated by that. He didn’t like the fact that I was screwing other guys.
After
work the other, night, I texted Javi and invited him to come over to spend the
night; mostly to talk shit over. He said sure. We agreed to meet at a bar near
my house; I arrived earlier than I planned and ordered a Jack & Coke. By the time I order and finish my third,
Javi arrives. I’m slow to get up since I’m still awfully stiff and sore from
the accident.
“Hey,
Deppgrl. You ok, baby girl?” Javi asked me, kissing my cheek and gently hugged
me.
“I’m
sore and stiff but ok, Javi,” I reply as I sit down. “I was in a car accident a
few months ago. I have a torn rotator cuff, bulging disks in my back and a
compression fracture in one of my lumbar vertebrae.”
“Why
didn’t you call or text me, baby girl? I would’ve been more than happy to help
you out; driving you to the doctors, to work, whatever you needed,” Javi said.
“With
how we ended things the last time we saw each other, I felt that it would best
that I leave you out of it,” I replied. “Besides, I’ve been able to get around
with cars of friends and family members as well as a rental. I started physical
therapy and now able to move a bit better.”
“If
you need anything, just let me know,” Javi said.
“Let’s have some drinks. This trivial talk about how I’m doing can wait,” I said. “Let’s
try to fix our past shit and move on.”
“Sounds
good,” he said. “I can tell you had a few drinks already. I hope you called a
cab or something?”
I
nodded my head yes, made eye contact with the bartender. He came over, took our
orders and walked away. The conversation was awkward at best. The drinks and
the food helped a bit. After a few more drinks, I ordered a cab that brought us
back to my house.
Once
we arrived, he helped me take care of the dogs and I took a shower. I had a
stressful day and wanted a little help to wind down. As I was putting on my
least sexy pjs – an over sized shirt that my grandfather gave to me days before
he passed away – Javi stopped me. He took the shirt out of my hands, tossed it
across the room and then started to caress my body, kissing and nipping my neck.
I released a moan. Sweet baby Jesus! I forgot how this man could work my body.
“Mmmmm,
Javi,” I said. “I had forgotten how you well work my body. I’ve missed it.”
“Can
we continue?” Javi asked.
“Yessssssss,”
I moan. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!”
“I
won’t,” he said as he’s stripping and laying me down on the bed. “Spread your
legs for me, Deppgrl. I want to eat some dessert!”
“Fuck,
yes!” I moan and try to push his head closer to my wet apex, wriggling with
pleasure. “Yes, baby. Don’t stop eating me. Fuuuuuck!”
I
lose track of how long Javi is eating me. He knows how much I really enjoy it
but won’t ask for it since he knows that I enjoy pleasuring him in return. Javi
uses his tongue and his fingers to enter my dripping wet apex, hitting my
g-spot. I can’t stop orgasming and can’t stop screaming his name; begging him
to continue.
He
eventually comes up for air, panting. I try to discretely look at the clock; I
see that he’s eaten me for several hours. As I’m trying to adjust myself to
pleasure him, he brings out a few bottles of water and some tequila. We drink
the water and continue taking shots for some time.
Despite
being drunk, I position myself to pleasure Javi in return. I start stroking his
cock and in no time, he’s hard as a rock. I wrap my mouth around his gloriously
perfect cock and start sucking him like a fat kid loves chocolate cake; he’s
grabbing my hair to pull me closer to his cock. Half hour or so later, he
orgasms and shoots a massive load of cum down my throat. I gladly take it.
I
pour us both shots as we catch our breath. One shot turns into multiple;
somewhere in the chasing shots, we manage to drink water so we wouldn’t feel
terrible in the morning.
“Javi?”
I slur. “I’m gonna pass out……can’t drink anymore.”
“Baby?”
he asks. “Can I spend the night here with you?”
“Yes,”
I say.
He
lays me down on the bed because I’m unsteady but he’s as unsteady as I am. He
kinda falls on me, making me go queasy. I close my eyes as my stomach does some
summersaults, hoping that the sensation would pass soon. Javi giggles but he
gets up, gets me some water and a bottle of Tumeric in the vitamin form. I chug
the water and pop a Tumeric…..it helps with hangovers and fall asleep.
