It started with an argument.

My sister had been chatting with some guy online, and somehow I ended up in the conversation. I didn’t think he was right for her and certainly wasn’t for me as I had been feeding her the lines to say to him. We went at it—snapping, sarcastic, neither of us willing to back down. I don’t even remember what it was about. One day I called to see my sister and who should be sitting there on the sofa, Hi and bye was all I afforded him but next time I was online, there was a DM from him, and me assuming he was going to hit on me and I was ready to put him down ... By the end I’d seen a softer side to him and had enjoyed the back and forth and knew he warmed to me too. So when he asked to come over but not for sex just company I agreed.

He showed up that night. We talked a lot, it turned out we were quite similar, almost compatible. He just ... stayed. Ended up sleeping next to me, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That night, things got chaotic. Whilst passing him a glass of water I accidentally spilt some on him and it escalated fast. He assumed it was done on purpose because of our back and first arguments online ... so he retaliated. The fact we were in bed throwing water at each other suddenly became fun. We were both soaked, laughing, wrestling on the floor, and somewhere in the middle of it, I grabbed a bottle of baby oil and threw it out the window because I knew if it was opened then things would escalate.

He stared at me like I’d lost my mind.

I didn’t know then that the baby oil would come back.

The next visit had me a bag of nerves, I knew that if he finally made his move, I wouldn’t be able to resist ... and he did.

We became sexually active pretty quickly after that. He stayed over a lot. When my son was away, we’d strip downstairs for quick, desperate sessions—clothes half-off, hands everywhere, trying to be quiet. But when we had time, when the night stretched long and the house was still, we’d go to bed and take our time.

It seemed strange not kissing as we started exploring each other’s bodies. He loved me going down on him, it became our ritual. He’d lie back on the bed, arms behind his head, watching me with that half-lidded look he got when he knew exactly what was coming. And eventually so did I when I felt the sensation of his warm cum in my mouth which I greedily swallowed down my throat.

Then it was my turn, gently he laid me back on the bed and eased my legs apart. Both tongue and fingers would go to work on me, then hands reaching up for my breasts, gently pulling at my nipples. My body squirming on the sweaty sheets below us, sensations slowly building between my legs, it felt so good. I couldn’t help but gasp as his tongue found all the right places, and then, oh my god, “Im cumming” I announced to him. My breathing got quicker, the little cries of pleasure then my whole body shaking with what I hoped wasn’t my only orgasm of the night.

He didn’t give me time to thank him, I could feel is mouth slowly moving up my still trembling body, little kisses across my stomach. In turn taking each erect nipple between his lips, sucking and lightly and gently biting them which only brought more gasps. I was in heaven.