Date My Ex: Part One

Ever since Marie McCray lost Karlie, nothing filled the ache. Sad, lonely, and aching between her legs, she finally called her friend Kenna looking for a way out. Kenna gave her the all-clear. Her ex Kalina Ryu was fair game. Marie had nothing left to lose, so she picked up the phone and made the call. Kalina opened the door like she’d been waiting. The table on the veranda already set. Sunlight hit the white cloth, two plates, wine sweating in the heat. Over the first glass Marie spilled it—the heart-sore, the fear, the fucking loneliness. Kalina listened without blinking, then traded stories. Hobbies clicked. Laughs lined up. The air got thick. Kalina stood first. “Come outside,” she said. The veranda smelled like salt and lemons. She pulled Marie in by the wrist. “Stop running,” Kalina whispered against her mouth, tongue already sliding past her teeth. They stripped each other right there. Small, tight nipples brushed. Bare bellies met. Shirts and shorts hit the tile in warm little heaps. Marie kicked her panties free and opened her thighs, shaved cunt glistening. Kalina dropped between her knees, licked slow circles, then drove two fingers deep. Marie came fast—loud, sudden, hips jerking, juices running over Kalina’s wrist. Marie flipped her. Sucked Kalina’s stiff nipples, dragged her tongue lower, tasted salt and heat. Kalina climbed over, straddled Marie’s face, ground her slick cunt against Marie’s mouth while her own tongue fucked Marie’s hole. Then she dropped lower and they locked pussies, slick folds sliding, clits bumping in hard, wet rhythm. Marie screamed when she came again, voice cracking, legs shaking, every nerve lit. They collapsed, skin tacky, breathing like they’d run miles. Two broken hearts still pounding. To be continued...