The Longest Breakup - Part 3 (Patreon)

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From: sweetsammie@gmail.com

To: todd102@gmail.com

Date: February 10, 2019

Subject: Re: A Date

I guess you were a good enough boyfriend to deserve a blowjob, weren’t you?

Am I crazy, or did you enjoy my mouth more than usual last night? You certainly came a lot sooner than you usually do. What were you thinking about as I was on my knees sucking you off?

You were hard before we even kissed. I thought that was amazing. I loved that you were so turned on for me. I loved that thing you did where you kind of sucked on my tongue as we kissed. That was really hot. It actually got me kind of wet.

The smile on your face when I got on my knees was incredible. You were so joyful. Your dick was so hard when I pulled down your pants. The head was almost purple. Was that because you were so excited?

I couldn’t believe how quickly you came. It was like I’d barely gotten started and then your load was flooding my mouth. It was incredible. It was a bigger load than usual, too.

So, be honest, what were you thinking about? You don’t usually cum that quickly, so something extra sexy must have been on your mind.

Were you just happy that I went down on you? Did you think I’d deny you my mouth because I’ve been being a little bit naughty with Jason? Did you think I was going to break up with you, and so you were super excited when it turned out I wanted to suck you off?

Was it something else entirely? Were you a little bit excited that it turns out you’re dating a naughty girl? Were you a little bit turned on that your girlfriend had swallowed someone else’s cum the night before?

I guess it doesn’t really matter, does it? I sucked Jason off. I sucked you off. I swallowed both your loads and I’m not embarrassed to say that I actually liked it. I guess I am kind of a dirty girl.

Is it mean to say that I liked the taste of Jason’s cum better than yours? Yours is a little bitter and saltier. His is a little sweeter. I guess I like sweet cum.

I know I said I’d be available tomorrow, but I’m not. Sorry about that. It’s not Jason, though. It’s a project for class. I have to meet with my group. Maybe we can get together in a couple days? Until then, I’ll be thinking about how much fun I had sucking you off and how quickly you came for me.

From: sweetsammie@gmail.com

To: todd102@gmail.com

Date: February 13, 2019

Subject: Re: A Date

Baby, you fucked me so good last night :)

I’m still a little sore from the pounding you gave me. I felt it this morning when I woke up and I can still feel it when I wipe.

You were feeling a little jealous, weren’t you? I know you’re probably shaking your head as you read this, but I think we both know you’re not being entirely honest if that’s what you’re doing.

I mean, you’re the one that asked about Jason. You’re the one that asked why I went down on him twice, right?

Were you thinking about that while you fucked me? Were you thinking about his cock in my mouth as you pounded my tight little pussy? Were you thinking about it as you kissed me? You certainly seemed to moan a little louder when we kissed while you pounded me? Is that because you couldn’t help but think about the fact that I’d blown Jason?

Can I be honest? I was thinking about it. Or, I guess I should say that I was thinking about you thinking about it. Does that make sense?

I don’t know why, but I found the idea really hot. I really liked the notion that you were fucking me while thinking about someone else’s dick in my mouth.

Maybe you weren’t, though. Maybe you were thinking about the fact that I kissed him. Maybe you were imagining his lips pressed against mine and his tongue in my mouth. Maybe you were thinking about his hands moving over my body as we made out. Was that it? Is that why you fucked me so hard? Is that why your orgasm seemed so incredible?

Maybe you were just trying to remind me of why I’m your girlfriend. Was that it? Were you fucking me hard because you want to make sure I don’t leave you for Jason?

If that’s the case, you don’t need to worry about that. I know I haven’t been the perfect girlfriend (and I might not be going forward, if I’m being honest), but I am your girlfriend. We’re good together. I mean, you seem a lot more relaxed than most guys would be about the fact that I’ve done some very naughty things with someone else and I’d like to think you got a little something out of that.

I don’t know why you fucked me so hard, baby, but I liked it. I like being sore from it. I like thinking about how excited you were. I hope you liked it too.

From: sweetsammie@gmail.com

To: todd102@gmail.com

Date: February 14, 2019

Subject: Re: A Date

Hey there,

So…I know I said we were going to spend Valentine’s Day together, and I’m really sorry for doing this so late, but I can’t.

I know this is going to sound really bad, but Jason invited me to a party and I couldn’t say no. It’s not just any party, though. It’s this massive Valentine’s Day party that’s held in what used to be an abandoned warehouse, but that’s been converted into an insane kind of event space. There are four floors of stuff with different music and decorations on every floor. It’s supposed to be the most amazing party and tickets are really hard to get.

Valentine’s Day doesn’t really mean anything, right? I mean, it’s a fake holiday made up to sell cards and chocolates, right? It’s not like I’m dumping you or anything. I’m just going to a once in a lifetime party. I know I’m going with another guy and I know Jason and I have a little bit of (recent) history, but I promise you I’m still your girlfriend.

I know I should promise you that nothing will happen between Jason and I, but I know stuff has already happened and I don’t want to end up being a liar. I have no idea what the party is going to be like, you know? I bet we won’t do anything more than dance, though, okay? It’s not a romantic thing. It’s just a crazy party. I bet most of the people there won’t even be couples. It’s probably geared towards people that don’t have anything else to do on Valentine’s Day.

I gotta go. I’m actually already dressed. I bought this really cute little red dress. I figured I’d embrace the holiday, right? Maybe I’ll wear the dress when we see each other tomorrow? Would you like that?

I promise, we’ll see each other tomorrow. I know it’s not quite as good as seeing each other on Valentine’s Day, but I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

From: sweetsammie@gmail.com

To: todd102@gmail.com

Date: February 15, 2019

Subject: Re: A Date

I know this might not be what you want to hear, but I’m so glad I went to that party last night. It was amazing!

There were tons of people that showed up that couldn’t get in because they didn’t have tickets. I thought there was going to be a riot outside. They certainly did a good job of making it seem like the best Valentine’s Day party ever.

I can tell you all the details later today when I see you, but I figured I’d give you some time to deal with the details you might find, well, a little bit upsetting.

Yeah. Whatever you’re thinking right now is probably true. I was a little bit naughty last night. I’d say I’m sorry, but I kind of feel like I’m not sorry. Does that make me a horrible girlfriend?

So it turned out that one floor of the party was totally meant for couples. The lighting was dark and intimate. The music was slow and actually kind of sensual. It was definitely designed to be the place that the couples went to celebrate their Valentine’s Day.

When we reached that floor, Jason took my hand as we walked around to check it out. When a song came on that he liked, he pulled me onto the dance floor. He pulled me close. I put my arms around his neck and looked up into his eyes.

For a few moments I felt terrible. I really did. I felt like I needed to leave because I was going too far with Jason. I wasn’t like we were doing anything, it was just that I felt a real connection and that scared me a little.

Maybe this makes me terrible, but that feeling passed pretty quickly. I know what did it, too. It was when Jason leaned down and kissed me. It was in the middle of the song. His hands moved to my lower back and he kissed me.

I think Jason would have been satisfied to keep it a soft kiss. I was the one that pushed it way past that. I was the one that opened my mouth and offered him my tongue. He followed suit, of course. What guy wouldn’t? I was basically giving myself to him in that moment and he took me.

The dance floor was crowded and we were hardly the only people making out, so neither of us saw any particular reason to stop. It was strangely exhilarating to essentially have a long foreplay session in public, but that’s absolutely what we did.

We kissed all the way through a second song. After it ended, Jason had the biggest smile on his face. He looked utterly giddy. I could feel his cock pressing into me, too. His pants did nothing to hold back his erection and it was actually kind of hot to feel how hard he was for me.

As the next song started, neither of us said or did anything. We didn’t dance. We didn’t leave the dance floor.

I can’t tell you what was going through his head, but I know that I had all sorts of stuff running through my head. I know it’s really weird for me to be saying this to my boyfriend, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about the connection I felt with Jason. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I liked being in his arms. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I enjoyed kissing him.

I really didn’t intend for the party to be like that. I thought we’d just dance and have some fun and I’d get to tell people I went to a party that almost no one else had tickets to. I don’t want to pass up on experiences like that. I really don’t. You know me.

Then Jason asked me if I wanted to leave. He wasn’t asking if I wanted to leave because I wasn’t having fun or because I looked upset. It wasn’t that at all.

What he actually asked was if I wanted to go back to his room. He said his roommates were out and that we could be alone.

I said yes.

We went back to his room. His roommates weren’t there, just like he said. I was excited. Genuinely excited. I knew what was going to happen and I really wanted it to happen.

We didn’t really talk once we got to his room. We kissed instead. We kissed and undressed each other. I can’t tell you how good it felt to have his hands moving over my body after he unzipped my dress and let it drop to the floor. I was so turned on. It was just…I can’t even explain it. I just wanted him so badly.

So I had him. I got what I wanted. I had sex with Jason on Valentine’s Day. He put on a condom and I got on my back in his bed. He moved between my legs and slipped inside me.

I don’t know how you’re feeling right now so I won’t go into too much detail, but it was good. Really good. Maybe even great. It really was. I came hard. Twice.

We had sex again about an hour later. I came twice again. We didn’t bother getting out of the bed between the first and second time. We just cuddled up naked and talked to each other before I wrapped my fingers around his cock and got him hard because I wanted more.

I’d understand if you don’t want to see me tonight. I’d understand if you just want to break up with me.

I don’t want that, though. I don’t want to date Jason. What happened last night was a onetime thing. It happened because of the very specific circumstances of Valentine’s Day, that party, and something magical happening at the party. That was it, though. It wasn’t the start of a relationship, I promise.

I still want to be your girlfriend. I still want to see you tonight. I still want to feel you between my legs tonight. I still want you to fuck me.

If that’s what you want, let me know. It’s okay if it’s not, but I really hope I get to see you tonight.