Much of this story is made up of a text conversation between two people, Mark, and Rachel. Messages from Mark are marked [] and messages from Rachel are marked {}. I hope you enjoy this story.
[Hey, long time, how are you?]
{Hey, it's been ages. I'm good, what about you?}
[All good here. Been thinking about you a lot recently.]
{Oh?}
[I fucked up. ]
{In what way?}
[When you said you didn't want anything serious, the friends with benefits thing. I fucked up and I think about you and how that could have gone every single fucking day.]
It had been weeks. Maybe even close to a month. They had gone on three dates, coffee, lunch, and a movie at her house. By the third date she knew she was attracted to him, that they got on well but that they didn't want the same things from life. Not in the long term. At the end of the movie, he had moved in to kiss her, she had wanted it, wanted him bad by then. He was tall, much taller than her muscled from playing rugby for years and eyes the same blue as crisp winter sky. But he spent every moment of his free time stoned, he thought marriage was a sham and the idea of kids made him sick. There was no point in pretending that they would be able to have a meaningful long-term relationship when they wanted the opposite from life, no matter how much they loved talking to each other or how wet her pussy got when she looked at his big, rough hands.
{How do you wish it went?}
[That night at your house. I think about what I should have done and said all the time.]
She had told him before the kissing moved to anything more that she didn't think they were a good match for a relationship, and she didn't want to lead him on by having sex without telling him that.
"Mark, you're a fantastic guy, and god knows you're sexy and I want you. But we just would never be anything more than sex. And I'm ok with that, but I didn't want to let this go further without telling you that. I get the feeling you want more." She had been straddling his lap when she said this and could feel his desire for her under her soaked panties. She circled her hips and ground her pussy against him more as she lent and kissed him again. His hands held onto her small hips making it easy for him to grind his growing cock against her through their clothes.
"I can't." He stopped kissing her and moved her blond hair away from her face. "I want you so bad, but I've only been with one other girl, sex and love are tied up in my head. I can't." He lifted her off of him and kissed her one last time before he lay her down on the sofa where they had been making out seconds ago. "Can we keep in touch; I love talking to you." She had nodded and he had left. It had been over and done with as quickly as that.
She had text him the next day, explained that she understood how he felt and wished it could be different, but she wouldn't push him and that had been the last conversation they'd had until now.
{I think about that night all the time too. I sorry if I hurt your feelings. I get why you left and why you wouldn't want to have meaningless sex.}
[I'm a fucking idiot. You looked so beautiful that night, that dress, your hair. Rachel, fuck. If I could do it differently.]
{What would you change?}
She desperately hoped that this was going in the direction she had wished it would that first night. She would love to feel his strong hands gripping her big, soft tits, was already wet imagining his thick fingers parting the delicate pink lips of her pussy, slipping in her juices as he sank it inside her.
It felt like an eternity that she waited for a reply from him. She would see the three dots showing he was typing then they would disappear. Over and over. She squirmed in her seat, tried to watch TV, walked to the kitchen and back.
[My cock was so hard for you. I should have fucked you hard. ]
{My pussy was soaked for you too. I'm surprised you couldn't feel it when I was in your lap. I know I felt you getting hard. }
[I wish I had felt it. I bet you've got a beautiful pussy. ]
{I wish you had seen it too. }
[Is it shaved? I bet you're tight as fuck. ]
{Yes baby, I keep it smooth. I love how it feels like that. You should have slipped a finger in me to find out.}