I had just turned 19 and he was 26. We had only seen each other at the local bar that both our mutual friend owned, but that was good enough for me. We flirted with each other for months but nothing ever happened because he had a girlfriend and my boyfriend at the time was one of his better friends.
One night while we were at the bar, I got into a huge fight with his friend and we ended things. I was so upset. I went back into the bar, ordered another drink (which would have been my 12th of the night so I was pretty tipsy) and went and sat down by myself on the couch to thinks things through.
I was there for about 2 minutes when he came over and asked me what was wrong. I told him what had happened and he leaned over and kissed me. I was shocked. About 5 minutes later we were outside the bar and walking together to get a cab.
The cab was taking forever and at this time we didn't have that long - we wanted each other fast. We started walking some more, the whole time kissing and touching each other. He was hard as a rock and I was wetter than a swimming pool. We found our way to a bench that happened to be in a school yard, and he pulled off his pants.
I wanted him so bad, I couldn't believe it. He looked me in the eyes, kissed me and undid my pants, and pulled both them and my panties down. He lifted me up until I was on top of him and put his huge cock in me. It was a January night and I was freezing, but couldn't tell because he had me so hot.
I rode him for a good hour and the whole time he talked dirty to me, telling me how much he wanted me and that my ex was an idiot to give me up. It was probably the best sex I ever had in my life, but the only time we ever did it. It's a shame that his girlfriend found out and put a stop to it. Just imagine the great sex I could be having right now instead of writing this.
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