More Than Time Can Heal a Broken Heart (a Memory)
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 39: The Rest of Me
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 39: The Rest of Me - This is a SLOW BURN story with the real sex only in the last 1/3 though some masturbation in earlier parts. While graphic the sex is very vanilla. This story focuses on when I was newly 18, inexperienced & insecure and my boyfriend of 4 years dumped me. The main purpose is to give those of you reading my Infidelity/Cheating series some background on me. This can be read as a stand alone. It is also not necessary to read this in order to enjoy my Infidelity/Cheating series.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Oral Sex
He eased me onto my back on the pink sheets. The vines on the ceiling looked down like they had opinions. I was still buzzing from his hand and from the blowjob and from the fact of being naked in my own bed with Carrie’s brother between my thoughts. Nervousness came back the second I was the one being arranged. Scared sat down next to it. Not the parking-lot kind. The kind that says: now he is going to look at you from that close, and looking from that close is how people change their minds.
He did not go straight there. He took the long way on purpose.
His mouth started at my jaw and worked down the side of my throat, open and wet, sucking just enough to make my breath hitch. I tipped my head and let him. He kissed the notch between my collarbones. He licked a line down my sternum that made me shiver for a reason that had nothing to do with cold. When he reached my breasts, he did not rush the way the last hour of my sexual education had taught me rushing worked. He licked a slow circle around one nipple until it pulled tight, then took it into his mouth and sucked, and the sound I made was embarrassing, and I did not stop it.
“Andrew—”
He hummed against the skin. The vibration went through the nipple and into my stomach. He switched sides. Teeth, light, the same trick that had almost made me scream earlier, and my back came off the bed again. I grabbed at his hair and at the sheets and at nothing useful. He kissed the small underside of each breast like those parts had been waiting for a turn. He dragged his mouth down my ribs. He spent time on the hollow of my waist, the place I usually hated, and I flinched at first because being kissed there felt like being caught. He did not comment on the flinch. He just kept kissing until the flinch ran out of material.
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