Homecoming

Running into Shane while out Christmas shopping two weeks ago was not what Alice had planned. In fact, she had spotted him first and nearly turned into a store to avoid him.

Instead, she met his hesitant smile, then hugged him, cursing that his touch felt familiar. Easy.

Their breakup five years ago hadn’t been contentious but it still stung. Professional lives took them in different directions, literally as he moved out of the country after his promotion to head up an international office. Neither could give up all they’d work towards and heartbroken, but realistic, they ended their yearlong romance and they both moved on.

She glanced around, looking for his girlfriend…no, fiancee, but when she didn’t materialize, Shane shook his head.

“We broke up. I asked for a transfer.”

Alice nodded and squeezed his hand, asking him to have coffee with her.

Which turned into dinner and then an awkward parting with him asking her to call him if she wanted.

She tried to pretend he wasn’t back. It wasn’t too difficult; he moved miles away from her to the other side of the city, and they’d likely not run into each other again. She worked her long hours, socialized with friends, saw her family, carved out time for herself.

~~~

A week later, she glanced at the calendar, remarking it was two weeks from the start of a new year. Recalling  that Shane had denied her for the full month of December and then made her come at the stroke of midnight made her smile. She’d come so hard that her wetness erupted around the toy he had her wear to the party, and they had to rush away from it before anyone noticed.

He spent the rest of the night forcing orgasms from her before they both collapsed near dawn, spent. Happy.

“I can do that again, on my own.” She decided and proceeded to bring herself to a few breathless edges before drifting off to sleep.

Her dreams were soaked with vignettes of their past. 

A grocery trip turned into a naked car ride home, ending with flashes of him jerking off on her face before he had her crawl inside. A flash of a threesome they had with his visiting best friend where she was left aching and satiated. 

She awoke, drenched in sweat, pulling herself out of another when he had succeeded in teaching her how to come from pussy spankings, or she wouldn’t at all.

Alice used the memory to edge repeatedly by spanking her thighs and cunt, the final a near ruin before she thrust her swollen, beaten pussy into the air and cursed Shane for returning and disrupting her peace.

She swore it - he - was out of her system again when she went to bed that night, only to experience a repeat performance of their lives together in her dreams.

Alice awoke the next morning, grinding the pillow tight between her thighs. It was soaked and she wasn’t sure she hadn’t come at some point during the night. The idea that she may have failed was the tipping point to a decision she didn’t know she was trying to make.

She picked up her phone.

He was to her house unbelievably fast, considering how city traffic usually made every trip ridiculously long. To his credit, Shane was deliberate in his actions, hesitating in holding her too close, or too long when they hugged. 

But he wasn’t quite able to withhold his astonishment at her request.

“You…”

He paused and cleared his throat, setting his coffee cup back on the table.

Alice felt mortified for a moment and the heat in her face made her start to sweat.

“I- Sorry, I don’t know why I asked, I mean it’s been years, and you…surely, this is insane. Forget I mentioned it.”

Shane reached out and covered her hand, squeezing it.

“You caught me off guard. Just…say it again?”

She inhaled slowly. “Help me edge. Just two weeks, until the new year. I-I need it and I’m failing on my own. I may have come in my sleep last night and I…you were the only one who could…please.”

Alice couldn’t even look at him. She blinked back the surprising tears and opened her mouth to withdraw the request, again.

Shane squeezed her hand again.

“I’ll do it. We’ll start right now.”

~~~

“That’s it, closer, hold back. Almost there, sweetheart, just a little more.”

Alice released a noise that made her flush with humiliation, Shane’s fingers still knowing exactly how to drive her mad. He concentrated on her entire exposed clit, swollen and needy. Her thighs strained to close but the ropes held her in place, the marks they would leave would no doubt be impressive.

She tried to distract herself from his slippery finger tormenting her clit, but her mind didn’t let her drift far. She flashed back to how he made her stand and undress right at the kitchen table earlier and masturbate for him while he sat watching her. She was only allowed to stop when she mentioned  her fingers were cramping and even then, he had her stand with her vulva in her pinched fingers, keeping her clit on display while he readied the ropes on her bed. 

“Shane!” She warned, her hips slamming upwards when he pulled his hands away, and she sobbed in desperation, writhing as much as she could in the binds.

“Enough, please! I can’t take anymore, you’re cruel.” Her words fell on deaf ears when he began again, spreading open her glistening lips and forcing her clit to pop out for another round.

“Yes, darling. It’s good to be home.”