Backslide

“Okay, I’ll see you for the hit class tomorrow. Get home safe.”

Man, it’s been way too long since I’ve had a night out. Residency is no joke. It completely beats the crap out of you.

Then again, every time I help save someone’s life, it makes me remember it’s all worth it. When that happens, the hours suddenly don’t feel too long anymore.

It’s funny… my ex was actually the one who encouraged me to go to med school. Sometimes when I’m thinking about this stuff. I want to tell her. I mean, but that’s only natural, right?

Hold up… where am I? I must have made a wrong turn.

Am I— shit, I think I know this neighborhood…

If I’m right, that street is–

Classic. My wrong turn led right into my ex’s neighborhood I must still be on autopilot.

There have been a lot of nights when I’d stumble home to her place from the bar.

I remember the way she used to answer the door, all sleepy and tousled, and totally annoyed I woke her up.

But the moment I kissed her, she’d pull me into her bedroom and… Probably best not to think about that.

At least I know how to get home from here…

Everything’s peaceful and quiet. No one’s out tonight, except for a woman sitting outside an apartment on one of the stoops.

Her attention is on her phone, so I can’t see her face, but her posture is oddly… Familiar. As I draw near, I get a glimpse of her face. Then stop dead in my tracks…

And turn right around.

Oh god, it’s her. Hopefully she didn’t see me…

“Hey! Are you running away from me? ”

Crap

“Uh, hey. Didn’t see you there. ”

“Right. Of course not. ”

“You know… Just because we broke up doesn’t mean we can’t be civil to one another. I’m not some six-headed monster.” ”

“I wasn’t. Really, I–”

Her brows raise, waiting for me to lie my ass off. She always could see right through me…

“Okay, fine. You caught me. But you have to admit… You are a little scary. ”

She takes a step towards me. She’s wearing those tight jeans I love, hugging every curve, and a loose-fitting t-shirt.

I also can’t help but notice she’s not wearing a bra, because her nipples poke through the thin fabric.

Oh god, and now I’m picturing her naked. Great.

“So, um… are you just getting some fresh air? ”

“At two in the morning? No. I locked myself out. I’m just waiting for my friend to get here with the spare key. ”

“Ah. Okay. ”

A comfortable silence settles between us. It’s strange… Now that the breakup isn’t quite as fresh, it’s actually nice to see her. Joke back and forth, and laugh like we used to.

I can’t help but let my eyes travel down her body. It’s always been incredible, but seeing those jeans accentuate the curve of her ass, and the way her breasts move under her shirt… She somehow looks even better than ever.

“Get an eyeful?”

“Uh… Sorry. Force of habit. ”

“No problem. You know I’m proud of you. ”

“Proud of what?”

“Well… it’s the middle of the night and I assume you’ve just come from the bar. You’re out… having fun. On a weeknight. ”

“Hey, I’m fun, okay? I go out all of the time.”

“Sure. If you consider eighteen hour shifts and re-organizing drawers ‘fun’.”

I’m about to argue with her, but something in her eyes tells me she’s baiting me. And I don’t know if it’s the buzz or seeing her again that’s getting to me… But I can’t help it. I step closer to her.

“If I recall, I think we used to have a fair amount of fun together.”

“Hm… Yeah we did. Too bad it’s all over… never again, right? That’s what we said… ”

“Right.”

I watch her pull at the hem of her shirt. The fabric pulls at her breasts, her nipples pointed and hard in the cold air

She smirks at me as I try to keep from staring and that’s when I realize…

This little game of hers is just a test… From the look in her eye, I can tell she’s waiting to see what I’ll do.

She wants a challenge? She’ll get a challenge.

I take another few steps closer to her, not saying a word.

A little glint of excitement and maybe apprehension crosses her face as I back her up into the wall of the building.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Come on… I thought you liked it when I let loose a little. ”

She’s pinned with her back against the bricks and I can tell by the look in her eyes, the one I took for granted for so long… what she wants to happen next…

“Tell me you want me to stop. To back up… to go home… Yeah, I didn’t think so. ”

My hands slide down her waist and land on her ass. God, she feels good. My heart’s racing as I kiss down her neck… letting my fingers pop open the button of her jeans…

“What are you doing?”

“I think you know exactly what I’m doing.”

I slide my hand over her panties. It’s bunched up around her pussy, But even through the fabric, I can feel she’s soaked.

“Oh, you’re already wet for me.”

“Quit messing around. Someone could come by and see.”

“Whatever happened to spontaneity? Thought that’s what you wanted… ”

“Come here.”

She pulls me around the corner, and we find ourselves in the alley behind her apartment.

It’s not exactly private, but it’s so dark no one could see us from the street. She pulls me into her, kissing me, her tongue sliding into my mouth…

Her hips press against my cock. I know she feels it straining through my jeans. Since I felt her soaked panties, I’ve been rock hard.

“I need you to fuck me.”

As fucking amazing as that sounds, I have better plans. I kiss down her body. It’s like muscle memory, like something we never stopped doing, her hands in my hair, her skin beneath my lips…

I hook my fingers in her jeans and pull them down while I sink to my knees in front of her.

I help her step out of the jeans, and even in the darkness, she looks so sexy and fuckable, shivering in her little t-shirt and panties.

I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and press my tongue into her pussy, trailing slow swipes over the perfect slit.

“Oh, fuck…”

“I continue my constant rhythm, slowly torturing her, backing off just when I feel her getting close. ”

My hands travel up her thighs and up to her ass. She’s shaking like a leaf, one hand combing through my hair desperate for more contact.

“Please.”

I give her what she wants. I peel off the thin material. Her pussy is glistening and wet and smells so fucking good. I tease her harder and faster this time, entering her with my tongue.

“Oh, fuck.”

She’s shaking under my tongue, and I can feel her pussy start to clench around me. She’s getting so fucking close, and it’s so tempting to keep going…

But my cock is begging to finish inside her. It’s been so long since I’ve felt her around me, I need her. I get up off my knees, already unbuttoning my jeans.

“Turn around.”

She does what I say, her bare ass just barely glistening from when I ate her out. I take out my cock and position it to her entrance.

At first, it’s a slight stretch, but then I place both hands on her hips, angling her down… and it’s perfect.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. ”

I don’t waste time starting to fuck her. I pump in and out, going as deep as she’ll take me. I see her nails clawing at the bricks already as she tosses her hair back… looking at me with those eyes, those needy eyes…

“Oh my God… yes. Yes!”

I pick up the pace, fucking her hard and fast.

It’s messy and fucking hot. Urgent and desperate and chaotic. She’s pushing back against me as I thrust into her. Her pussy clenching on my cock as I fuck her hard.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes.”

I’m so close… and I can feel she’s right there with me.

“Nobody makes you cum like me, isn’t that right? ”

“I–”

“Say it.”

“Nobody…makes me cum… like you. Please, baby, I–”

“Fuck…”

I feel her tighten around my cock, and it’s the thing that finally pushes me over the edge.

“Oh my god. ”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

Slowly, I pull out of her, but my arms wrap around her waist. I kiss her neck, and she nuzzles into me. I close my eyes and squeeze them shut, trying to regain my focus.

“That was… ”

“Unexpected?”

“Yeah. You could say that.”

After I pull up my pants, rebuttoning them, I help her step back into her panties and jeans.

“So, um…”

“So, um’ is a really good way to put it.”

“Okay, we could totally freak out about this… or we could just… not? I mean, I think every broken-up couple is allowed one backslide. ”

“Yeah… Or two.”

“Don’t push it.”