I moved town when I started university. I could not get the degree I wanted to in my state, so I ended moving to the next quality university offering that particular course of study. This was good for me, but expectedly very bad for the relationship I was in at the time. Sarah and I had a snuggly, warm, caring relationship, and suddenly there was a two-hour flight between us, constituting a major change.
Looking back now, I must also admit that moving away represented a slight relief at the time. My girlfriend was two years younger and all we had in our lives was each other. We spent all our free time together, adding a perplexed frustration to my relationship to her. Namely, we had been together for three years, but we had never slept with each other.
Oh, we wanted to, and it was anything but an asexual relationship. It was just that she could not relax when we attempted penetration. I could not bear causing her pain, so after every unsuccessful attempt I backed down. After all, there were other things we could do with each other and we did them quite a lot. In all things excluding penetration, we were lovers par excellence. We also enjoyed grooming ourselves for each other. I had seen every kind of intimate hairstyle on my girlfriend's shapely body one could ever think of. I did the same for her.
Still, the longer we were together, the more nagging the frustration got. Moving away provided me a chance to clear my head and discover what I really wanted. This, of course, meant I was flirting with other girls at the university and started feeling sorry for myself for the sexual experiences I was probably missing.
At one student party at the end of a term, I made out with a girl. We did not get sexual, but I knew at that moment it was over between my girlfriend and me. A couple of days later, I travelled back home with the intent of ending it with her.
My brother picked me up, and dropped me off home. One of the first things I did was call Sarah up and arranged a time to meet with her that evening. She remarked I did not sound enthusiastic, but I defended myself by tiredness. When I hung up, I felt a knot in my stomach.
We met up later in our favorite pizza place. I was genuinely happy to see her. I always felt good around her. Still, my mind was set.
"We need to talk," I announced awkwardly.
"Aren't we doing that right now?"
"No, I meant, you know, privately"
"I know just the place" she said, smiling at me, uncovering a string of pearly hiding in her mouth. She was a pretty girl, there was no denying that.
We drove to her place. Her parents were out of town. When we stepped inside, my mind was in a frenzy. When should I talk to her? How will she react? Should I even tell her today? Maybe we could have one last nice evening and I would only hurt her and spoil it. I quickly decided not telling her would not be fair and it would be like using her.
She took me up to her room. On the way over there, we were holding hands. She was so warm, her hand was so soft. I will miss those hands, I thought.
"Sarah, there is something I need to talk to you about." I said as soon as we entered her room.
"Yes, I want to talk to you as well..."
The way she said talk made my heart stop. I wanted her. Just looking at her, touching her hand, seeing the way she moved in front of me, it all made me horny.
She kissed me. I kissed her back. But there was something different in this kiss. She started off softly, but soon held me quite rigidly, as if she wanted to control me. We made our way to her bed.
"I missed you so much" she said, with a sigh and a smile on her lips. Once again, I felt guilty. Before I got a word out, she pushed me down and climbed on top of me. She was kissing me very hard, very wet. Her tongue was all over my mouth.
My mind was a blur, the only thing clear was how good it was to kiss her. I was immediately erect. I was holding her ass, and pulled her closer to me. She could feel my erection. She pushed my head away and smiled at me. I attempted to kiss her, but she playfully pushed me back.
"Sarah..."
"Shhh. Today I'm the boss, Robert. I want to try some things with you." She always called me Bobby. Hearing her call me Robert disoriented me for a moment.
"I'm the boss, she whispered in my ear." She got up and left the room.
I was left there hard as a rock, my mind spinning again -- was this the right thing to do? Shouldn't I... At that moment she came back inside in a see-through lace camisole and a thong. She looked great. The soft light in the room outlined her hips and the narrow sides of her stomach. Her breasts were neatly pressed together by the top, and her legs looked smooth and shiny.
"Take off your clothes."
I adhered to her request within a second. She chuckled.
"Stand up!" I did as told. She sat on the bed, and my pulsating cock was in front of her face. She gently ran her fingers across it. She noticed I hadn't shaved in several weeks.
"We've let ourselves go, haven't we? I will forgive you today." She squeezed my cock and pre-cum came out plentifully. She ran her finger over the tip of my penis, lubricating it with the pre-cum. I moaned and automatically put my hands on her head planning, I guess, to bring her closer, so she can suck it and make me cum.
She pushed my hands away.
