"...and that's the end of it," James admitted, finishing his story with a weary sigh, "two years gone like that."
"Sorry to hear that," his friend Kevin spoke solemnly, patting him on the shoulder in solidarity, "I know you loved Jenny."
Shrugging, James took a drink while Therese and Michaela looked at him with sympathy.
"If only I wasn't 'emotionally distant'," he joked, "then maybe it wouldn't keep happening to me."
"You're not that bad," Therese reassured him, "whenever we've slept together you've always been quite open and honest with me."
"Friends with benefits I can do," he smiled weakly, "but it's making it permanent I struggle with."
"Well, I think you're better off without her," Michaela raised her glass, "to James, who doesn't need a needy bitch! No regrets!"
"No regrets!" They all joined in, even raising a wan smile from James, which disappeared when Kevin and Michaela headed to the bar to get the next round.
"Come on James," Therese, dark-skinned, short and curvy, her innocent looks were belayed by her high sex drive, "it's not all bad, you can stay over at mine tonight and I'll help you feel better. No regrets yeah?"
"That sounds good," he admitted, but he remained quiet, considering what else she'd said.
As the others returned, James looked at his friends, his gaze somewhat distance.
"No regrets," he asked them, "is that how you guys deal with life?"
"Mostly," Michaela admitted, "I try not to think about the past, just the future. I can't change anything I've done but I can make sure I don't do it again in the future."
"Well," rubbing at the back of his neck, James felt uncertainty, "I've been thinking about it, and there's one memory, or regret I suppose, that I just can't shake."
"One's not too bad," Therese cheered, "as long as its not murder or something."
"Worse," he joked, "out of all my ex-girlfriends, like, long-term lovers, not drunken one night stands or whatever, I regret that I never made Jules cum."
While Kevin laughed the two women at the table looked at him in surprise.
"What, never?" Michaela asked in surprise. "Weren't you together like three years?"
"About that," he admitted.
"Wow," Therese intoned, "I'm surprised, especially as you've never struggled to get me off."
"It's been two years since I last did," James laughed, "I might be awful now."
"I'll test that later," Therese grinned, "but still, do you know why she never came?"
"Not a clue," he admitted, "she wasn't the most adventurous lover, but we did things that, well, to put politely, they work with everyone else."
"Maybe it's her thing," Kevin interrupted, "maybe she just can't? What," he looked embarrassed as the others looked at him judgementally, "it's true! I read an article."
"Not for Jules," James admitted, "she'd come with her previous lover, and could get herself off. It was just me. It ended up being one of the reasons why we broke up. Surely it's happened to you guys, you know, at least once?" Feeling defensive, he challenged the others.
"I suppose there's times I've needed to finish myself off," Michaela admitted, "but usually because he's come too fast."
"I feel judged," Kevin teased, receiving a kick from his girlfriend.
"You also get me off most of the time," she glared at him, "so it's not like it's often."
"I suppose there's been the odd one-night stand I've not cum from," Therese admitted, "but that's mainly because they've been too drunk or they've cum during the pre-fuck blowjob."
"See," James sighed, "this is why it's a regret. I wish I'd known what I could have done to get her off, even just once."
"It's okay mate," Kevin patted him on the arm again, "I'm sure Therese's got plans to take your mind off of things."
Laughing, James took a slurp of his drink. Whenever he and Therese were single, they had a good thing going between themselves but she'd just never been interested in monogamy, or as she called it, 'monotony.' It was an open secret they loved each other, but it was more like a love of a sibling, even if it often became incestuous. They loved each other, but if it was ever just the two of them, they knew they'd do each others heads in.
The evening progressed well, James feeling better as his friends and him laughed and joked without again bringing up his recent separation. As they left the bar Michaela and Kevin headed off together in one direction while James and Therese caught a taxi to her flat, their hands already all over the other. The two hadn't slept together for over two years due to James' now failed relationship, but for James it had also been about four months since he'd actually had sex, Jenny having 'not been in the mood' while their relationship fell apart, quite understandably he thought, but as Therese rubbed the bulge under his jeans as they pulled up to her flat, he was struggling to keep himself from being 'over keen.' He didn't need to be one of her lovers who came from the pre-sex blowjob.
Pushing her up against the door of her flat he kissed her deeply and passionately, their tongues almost fighting against the other. His bulge pressed against her groin as he rubbed her teasingly, eliciting a wanton groan.
"Let me open the door," she spoke quietly, "and I promise you can have me."
Pressing against her one more time, he grinned as he released her, yet moved to kissing her neck, causing more noises emitting from his lover.
The door open, it looked about as James remembered, not that he paid too much attention as she dragged him through to the bedroom.
"Strip," she commanded, waiting until he'd started before doing the same.
As he briefly stood there naked he knew he was fine. About six foot and fourteen stone, he had a little more weight than he'd have liked, but while he didn't have a six pack he also didn't have a gut, so felt fairly good about himself. Looking upon Therese she looked pretty much as he remembered. Short, big ass, big, heavy breasts and a small tummy, all covered in her dark caramel skin. As he admired her she commanded him to lie down.
"I'm out of condoms," she admitted, "so you'll have to enjoy what you get." With that, as he lay down flat she crawled onto the bed before planting her cunt above his face.
Without delay he lifted his head and began to tongue her already wet cunt.
"That's the stuff," she moaned, "perhaps I can help you out too."
Bending forward, her breasts pressed against his stomach as her hands and tongue began touching his erect member. A little short but nice and fat, she had no trouble taking his girth in her mouth.
They stayed that way for a little while, James focused upon her cunt, now absolutely dripping from need and anticipation while making infrequent and random flicks towards her asshole, causing her to gasp in pleasurable shock. His balls were starting to feel tight and he began to worry that, if he wasn't careful, he was gonna blow before she did. Luckily, before it was too late for him her mouth stopped what it was doing and she sat up, her breath coming out in gasps and moans, her thick thighs clamping across his head as she planted her cunt against his mouth, shivering and shaking as she reached orgasm, crying out in desperate pleasure as he kept up his assault upon her, despite the reduced air.
