Going out for coffee turned into me helping him get over his ex by getting underneath me

Good guys deserve good, regular sex. I have male friends who I know go without sex, which makes me sad.

My friend experienced the downward skid that most relationships do towards the end. Months of no regular sex before breaking up. Blowjobs probably became a myth.

After having coffee in a group (I’m quite proud of myself considering this wasn’t in an evening, alcohol fuelled setting) - I told him he should be confident in who he is and I reminded him he’s really hot.

I offered to drop him home and I found myself spontaneously ending up gazing into his eyes on his sofa. I put out there that I hadn’t had sex in a while either.

Minutes later, I took his clothes off in his bedroom and stripped for him. My lips descended from his handsome beard all the way down to a large bulge in his boxers.

I gave him the universal symbol of knowing he was about to get head. As I put my hair up, smiling, he expressed he missed blowjobs so bad. It made sealing my lips around his juicy head that much sweeter.

I told him how wet I was at having him in my mouth. I didn’t want him cumming just yet. He insisted on using a condom, and I placed it on, sucking him again nicely.

After I got on top of him, he got a little anxious and went soft. This really is no big deal. There’s such pressure on men to ‘perform’. He then was happy to remove the condom and I got him hard again with my hard working tongue.

Like any gym girl with strong quads and glutes, I put them to use, riding him ever so nicely. I knew he was an ass guy, so I wasn’t done just yet.

I presented my ass to him and he smothered my cheeks with kisses and flirted around my booty hole. I gasped as his meaty dick (probably around 6”) found it’s way into my pussy.

I told him the truth. He made me cum within a few minutes. I backed it up hard and I wanted him to forget about his anxieties and know that he was ‘enough’. I moaned his room down. I don’t even know to this day if there were people in the next room.

I got my wish when he pulled out later on, soaking my lower back and cheeks with what must’ve been a beautifully relieving orgasm.

What stuck out was that I received a text weeks later telling me that he genuinely had his confidence back. Some sex is SO satisfying for a multitude of reasons. It’s about before, during AND after the orgasm.