Reassessing My Life - Pt. 2 - Sex Stories

Reassessing My Life - Pt. 2

... her. And then, when we got to be friends, that crush got a little bigger. And then you kicked her out…”

A little chuckle. “I tried not to look at it as an opportunity because I wanted to be a good friend, but, well…” She patted my thigh. “We can see where that ended up. I fell in love with you somewhere in there, and I’m so glad it was mutual.

“And I was… I honestly felt so loved when you told me that you wouldn’t let me do what I wanted to at the party, and why. I felt really… really seen, I guess, for the first time. When I knew that you understood how important… “She shook her head. “I just– God, I love you so much.” I hugged her tightly.

“But then, that got me to thinking about Kim. And I just felt sad. Sad about her, about what a fucking trainwreck she is. About what she did to you, how… as much as I love this, us being together, I hate that she did that to you. I hate that…”

Cass grew quiet for a moment, then softly spoke. “You are everything, on paper, that she should want. A hot, sweet guy that can fuck like nobody’s businessand provide for a wife and family. Like, you’re a complete jackpot–don’t you dare make another Powerball joke–and it still wasn’t enough. Nothing’s ever going to be enough for her. She’s never going to be happy.

“And– and she’s a bitch now, but she’s my sister. I used to love her so much, and I just…” She sighed. “I wish things could have been different for her. And that made me wish things could have been different for us. I ...

... wish… I wish I had met you before she did.”

I chewed on that a little bit, then slowly said, “I don’t think we would have worked out if you had.” A little kiss on the back of her head quieted her almost protestation. “I wasn’t in a place where I could have let myself love you. I was… I think you would have really disliked me. The last few months have taught me a lot about myself and who I was, and I don’t like the old me very much.

“I wish I hadn’t married Kim, for a lot of reasons, but I think… I think maybe I needed to find out who I didn’t want to be before I could figure out who I did, you know?” Another affectionate peck. “And we’re here now, together. However we got here, as much as it sucked, I wouldn’t want to change that.” She nestled closer to me, and I gave her a squeeze.

We snuggled up together for a few more minutes, but then I felt myself stir against her, and we didn’t speak for a long time after that. Cass may have preferred a nice hard fuck, but I learned that she also enjoyed a nice, slow, languid lovemaking session. I pressed into her from behind and slowly took my lover again, hands cupping those tiny little tits and playing with her jewelry as she pushed back against me, taking my length into her welcoming pussy over and over again. She came again on my prick and then once more before I emptied myself into her, and we drifted off to sleep, enraptured with each other as only new lovers can be.

The blank places on her stomach and chest, on the ...