1. Gift Wrapped for a Final Fuck


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: Skidrow15, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    I was in the middle of first year med and was feeling the pressure to focus on my study. In the best of circumstances a long distance relationship is difficult; with the complexity of my study pressure and relationship issues I still reluctantly had to come to the conclusion it was impossible. If only I could somehow put Chris on hold; some sort of suspended animation until I got my act together where I could drag him out for the odd weekend like this while still being certain another girl wasn’t going to steal his heart out from under me before I was ready for him. But life’s not that simple. Without admitting it, that’s what I’d been doing with Greg for many years and now he was gone and taken by someone else. Chris was too nice to last long. I was surprised he’d lasted this long; even jealous to think of the girls who might have had their claws in him since last Christmas – just dying to know about them. I’d be lucky if this wasn’t the last I saw of him. “Oh Chris. It’s so tempting, you’re such a lovely guy and I’m so attracted to you, but I can’t. With the pressure I’m under at Uni I just couldn’t even start to make it work. It kills me to think that after I say goodbye to you today you might start seeing someone else and I’ll never see you again, but it would kill me more to start something and have it all fall apart.” Chris detected a slight loss of emotional control on my part as I spoke. If not an actually tearing up, something close to it. He stroked the hair off my ...
    forehead with a “that’s OK. I understand. I just wanted you to know.” And then he kissed me; a kiss full of beautiful intimacy, pleasure and kindness without expectation of sexual progression. Then rolling me off him onto the bed, he announced “well, if we’re going to have time for breakfast, I’d really had better get up.” Before getting up to complete getting dressed I watched Chris’s naked butt walk away from me as he went into the bathroom for his own shower. After seeing how casually the WAGS and HAGS (husbands and guyfriends; I know it should really be HABS, but that doesn’t have the same ring, does it?) dressed at breakfast yesterday, and now understanding that the post-breakfast free yoga class meant there was likely to be a repeat today, I’d lost my rare inhibition about wearing the gym wear to breakfast. So I put on the ¾ length body-con leggings and sports crop top I usually wear in the gym over the bikini. Yes, as is my tendency, they were a bit showy (to put it politely; I’m sure other words have been used, but I don’t care). The leggings were a pair of low waisted, tight fitting Skins ones which folded deeply into my creases and made of multiple panels of a lightweight, really stretchy almost sharkskin surfaced material. I don’t usually think of myself as someone who spends all day looking at herself in the mirror; but I’ve always liked admiring the way the pants highlight and define the individual muscles of my legs and butt. The crop top came down to the bottom ...
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