Confront your Ex

You march towards your former girlfriend, but Sydney stops you with her hand to your chest. You look at her and she drops her hand over your cock and rubs it. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks you.

“I want to know what happened between us,” you tell her. Sydney accepts your decision and lets you go.

Desiree is dancing with her multiple partners, oblivious to your presence, when you arrive on the floor. You clear your throat to get her attention. The music is beating down so hard that it’s drowned out in the noise. You realize you have to take a more direct approach and reach out to grope her tit. She is pulled out of her revelry and turns her head to you.

“Hello, Des!” you greet.

“John!” she cries out in surprise. Her dance partners look at you suspiciously, but Desiree waves them off. After they clear the space, the nimble blonde hops onto you, inserting your cock into her hole like plugging into a port. “So, you come to catch up?” she grins. She is wrapped around you with her legs around your hips and arms around your neck, subtly bouncing herself over your dick. Again, this is not out of character for your former beau, only she previously wasn’t so overt about it. This new reality of sex communication suits her personality just fine.

“Something like that,” you reply.

“Oh… looking for a quickie?” she murmurs. You’re surprised you can hear her suggestive tone over the club music, but it must be another side effect of the sexual communication; The person you’re touching is the person you can communicate with more clearly.

“I’m looking for answers really,” you tell her plainly.

Desiree pouts her lips, and her eyes darken. “I’m not here for drama,” she tells you.

“Then you can just tell me what I want to know and we can go our separate ways,” you say to her.

“There’s nothing to tell,” she shrugs.

“You took off and I never saw you again!” you reply.

“I had an opportunity to visit Amsterdam and I took it!” she says as she climbs off of you.

You grab her butt to keep in communication and tell her, “And you never told me?”

Desiree, pulls your hand off of her and storms off as her dance partners return to cut you off. You back off and watch her go. You watch your ex head into the ladies room and sigh. That didn’t go so well.

Crestfallen, you trudge off the dance floor and find your roommate and her girls near the bar. Vanessa is actually the one to approach you. She gives you a consoling hug before squeezing your ass to talk.

“We saw the whole thing. It was pretty sad,” she tells you.

“Thanks…” you reply, grabbing a stool to sit and dwell in your failure.

“I mean really sad,” the long haired brunette emphasizes, backing into your lap.

“I was there…” you sigh. While her pep talk isn’t really helping to lift your spirits, you take consolation in the fact that Vanessa is now sitting on your lap and letting you stick your cock in her to continue the conversation.

“Yeah, we felt embarrassed just watching you,” Vicky adds.

“It was a vicarious experience I will cherish forever,” Sara discloses in a ‘matter of fact’ tone.

“John, forget about her, she was trouble from the start. It’s obvious she’s moved and so should you!” Sydney says, passing you a beer.

You know your roommate is right, but after seeing Desi again, all your old feelings and memories came welling up and you’re back in the state of mind you were in, back when she first left you. You take a swig of the beer, but it doesn’t help your mood either. The girls try and pull you out onto the dance floor to party your gloom away but you’re just not in the mood.

“Sorry ladies, I think I’ll just call it an early night. I’ll see you back at the house, Syd,” you tell them.

Disappointed, at least Sydney looks like she understands. They move on to the dance floor and you head for the exit.

You find Tad and his lady friend still at the front. His companion strokes your cock when you come within reach.

“Hey playboy, cutting out early?” Tad asks you.

“Yeah, I saw my ex in there and things got messy,” you tell him.

“Ouch… my condolences, friend. Anyone I know?”

“The promiscuous blond that was rubbing up against all the guys on the dance floor?” you describe.

“Desi?” Tad recognizes immediately. He raises an eyebrow at you and chuckles. “You really are a playboy! But, hey, the way you keep luring them in, you’re bound to find a nice replacement!”

“Eh… sure…” you reply, not really into the conversation.

There is a shudder and creaking as the elevator arrives with new guests. It pauses there, doors shut for a minute, before you hear knocking from the inside.

“Ah, this thing has been acting up. I’ll have to get the boys to look into it later. You mind helping me with the doors?” Tad asks.

You take one side and the frat brother takes the other and with some elbow grease, you both pry the sliding door open. Out stumbles a couple of guys with their dates.

“Holy shit, I thought we were going to be trapped in there!” One of the guys gasps.

“All part of the show!” Tad lies. “Welcome to the Underworld!”

You let Tad get back to work and slip into the elevator to exit. You press the button for the main floor and watch the doors struggle to close. They slowly inch their way to meeting in the middle when someone slips in with you.

The two of you lock eyes and Desiree tilts her head up and makes an audible sigh.

You pat her ass and say, “You’re done with the night too?”

Desi looks hesitant to talk, but eventually wraps her hand around your cock and tells you, “I just needed some air…”

“Look, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, I’ll let it go,” you tell her.

“Yeah, let’s just leave it like that,” she agrees. She drops her hand and you take your hand off her and you both stand in silence as you wait for the elevator. You notice that the machine is not moving. You start getting a bad feeling.