I Fucked My Ex Against the Frat House Wall

Kayce looked into the mirror and frowned. The silky blue dress she’d loved for years just didn’t sit right on her body today. Nothing looked different, but her mind refused to let her feel confident in it. She sighed, pulled the dress off, and laid it next to the others on her bed. She glanced back at the mirror and felt relieved that her confidence hadn’t dropped so low she felt unattractive in just her underwear. Her breasts still moved nicely when she shifted, snug in the white lace bra. Her waist and hips kept their curvy shape that drew the eye down between her legs. Kayce struck a quick pose and shook out her fresh perm. She was still pretty.

She turned back to the dresses with fresh resolve and picked the navy one again. She slipped it over her head and stepped in front of the mirror. It looked a little better, but not much. Kayce tugged at the seams, working the tight fabric lower over her hips and pulling the neckline down farther. She kept adjusting until the dress looked almost trashy instead of modest. The neckline barely covered her bra now and showed enough cleavage to stop most men cold. The waist sat low on her hips and stretched tight across her thighs and ass. A few more pulls and a hidden bobby pin turned the dress into something closer to a stripper’s warm-up outfit.

Party Night Returns

None of that mattered to Kayce. She felt hot, hotter than she had since she broke up with Milo. She had convinced herself he was cheating or trying to. The texts on his phone gave her enough reason to end it, but he had started hiding his location too, and she refused to lower her standards for that. Still, he had taken some of her confidence, and tonight she meant to take it back. The party would be packed. In this dress even the other women would have trouble looking away. Kayce smiled at her reflection. Her old confidence was back. She could already picture the stares, the way her ass would sway under the tight fabric, and how the low neckline would make every guy at the bar lean in closer for a better view of her tits.

The night began the way most nights at the sorority did. They drank White Claws and Buzzballs, then walked down the cold road to frat row. A serious-looking brother let them into the already loud house. The music was good, the drinks were free, and Kayce felt right. She danced with her sisters, flirted with the brother at the bar, and was about to start a game of beer pong when she saw something that made her stomach drop. One of Milo’s friends, Gage, was talking to the bartender and grabbing several drinks. Kayce shook the feeling off. This was her night to get over Milo. His friends were not going to ruin it. Milo never liked this house much anyway, so the odds he would show up were low. She downed another shot, the burn sliding down her throat while she laughed with her girls and let the bass thump through her chest.

Kayce won her game and got pulled into a group photo with her sisters. That calmed her. The house was packed. Men kept watching her the way the dress was meant to make them watch. She was dancing with one of them when she saw Milo. He stood in the next room wearing a white button-up with the top buttons open and slacks. His chest and the start of his abs showed. She hated that she noticed his body before his face. She stopped dancing and walked straight to the bar without looking back at her partner. The bartender poured her a shot of tequila straight from the bottle. The burn felt good going down. She decided Milo would not ruin her night. In fact, his being here might make it better. He would have to watch her in this dress, something she had never worn for him, and he would have to live with the fact that it was his fault she was single. Her pussy gave a little throb at the thought of him staring while she ground against someone else.

Kayce found a spot to dance where he could see her. The alcohol made moving easier. She felt like the sexiest woman in the room. Then she caught his eye. She had picked a decent-looking guy and danced close with him right in Milo’s line of sight. She pushed her chest out and gave Milo what she meant to be a sharp, teasing look, but it came out startled instead. She had not expected the hard stare he gave the guy she was with. She looked away fast and kept dancing, but a tight nervous feeling settled in her stomach. It felt like she had been caught. That was not fair. Milo was the one who had cheated. She pushed away from her dance partner and walked outside through the glass doors. Snow had started to fall. She did not care about the cold. No one else was out there, which felt like a relief. She walked around the side of the house, found the narrow space between the wall and the fence, and tried to think the guilty feeling away. Her nipples tightened against the thin dress fabric from the chill and the lingering heat between her legs.

Wallside Confrontation

“You okay?” The deep voice made her jump. She had been facing the other way. She turned and saw Milo standing there. “Milo? What are you doing out here?” She rubbed her bare arms. He looked at her with an expression she could not read. “Just checking on you,” he said. The rest of the sentence stayed unsaid. Kayce held his gaze. The old familiarity was still there, and the alcohol made it harder to look away. Bad ideas flashed through her head and she cut them off. “I’m fine,” she said after a short silence. She took a step to brush past him, but he reached out, wrapped one arm around her waist and the other behind her head, and pulled her into a kiss. She almost cried out but kissed him back the way they used to. Then she pushed hard against his chest. He let her go at once, but the warmth of his arms stayed on her skin. She stepped back, breathing fast and still tasting him. The kiss had stirred something low in her belly that she tried to push down. Her cunt clenched at the memory of his tongue sliding against hers.

“What was that?” she finally managed. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold and the shock. “You’ve never worn that dress like that before,” he said, eyes still on hers. The mix of want and concern in his face made her anger flare. “You never deserved it,” she shot back before she could stop herself. The words hung there. She knew she had not meant them. “Oh. But all the guys inside did?” It was not really a question. His eyes moved over her body. She shivered again and hated that she wondered if he liked what he saw. “You look like a slut,” he said. His voice was tight. The words did not land the way she expected. Part of her agreed. Another part felt a sudden warm pulse between her legs that had nothing to do with the cold. Her face burned hotter when she realized he had noticed her reaction. His expression softened. “You didn’t like that, did you?” he asked, voice quieter. She let out a small breath she had not meant to make. Her thighs pressed together, slick already starting to coat her panties.

“Oh my god. This was your plan the whole time, wasn’t it?” He put a hand to his forehead like he had solved something. “You led me out here on purpose.” “What? No, I wouldn’t—” He laughed. He had followed her, not the other way around, but the idea of it still made heat spread under her skin. She could not ignore the slow throb building between her legs. The thought of dressing this way on purpose, pulling him outside, making him want her again, turned her on more than she wanted to admit. “I’ve never seen this side of you. Did leaving me make you figure something out?” His tone was light, almost teasing. It felt like he had read her mind. He took a step closer. Kayce stayed quiet. She wanted him to touch her again. A small sound escaped her throat. Her nipples ached against the lace, and she could smell the faint musk of her own arousal mixing with the cold night air.

“You’re enjoying every bit of this, aren’t you, Kayce?” Hearing her name made her twitch under the dress. He was close enough to grab. She stayed still. In one motion he lifted her by the waist, turned her, and pressed her back against the cold wall. She did not fight it. The wall made her yelp from the chill, but the sound was lost when he kissed her hard. His tongue met hers and she kissed back just as deep. Her knees felt weak. She was already wet and aching for more. Milo pulled back just enough to look at her. Her breath came fast. Her skin was flushed. “You look like you don’t even know what to do with how turned on you are,” he said. She nodded. He licked his lips. “Let me help.” His hand slid down to cup her ass, fingers digging in as he ground his hard cock against her hip through his pants.

He hooked one of her legs over his hip, then the other, pinning her to the wall with her legs around him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. He kissed her again while he worked his zipper open. His cock came free, hard and hot against her thigh. She moaned at the feel of it. He pushed her panties aside and rubbed the head along her wet slit. She tried to drop her hips onto him but only managed to slide against him. She whimpered. He pushed inside in one smooth thrust. Kayce gasped at how easily he filled her. They had never fucked like this, out in the open where anyone could walk by. The risk made every stroke feel sharper. He started to move, steady and deep, holding her up while he thrust. She clawed at his back under his shirt and moaned against his neck. “Fuck me harder,” she breathed. “Right there, Brandon, don’t stop.” Skin slapped against skin, her soaked pussy gripping him with every wet thrust while the cold wall pressed into her back.

The first orgasm hit fast and hard. Her pussy clamped down and her vision went blurry. She was still shaking when he kept going. A second one built even stronger. She came again, wet and loud, soaking the front of his jeans. Milo groaned and drove in deep one last time. She felt him pulse inside her, filling her while she shook through another climax. They stayed pressed together, breathing hard, until the aftershocks faded. Milo eased her legs down but kept his arms around her. His cock stayed inside her. She did not want him to pull out. She wanted the warmth and the weight of him. “Should I take you back to your place?” he asked. She nodded. Her legs were unsteady when she stood, so she leaned into him. They walked back toward the sorority house together, quiet and close. Her thighs stayed slick with their mixed cum, and she already knew she wanted him again the second they got inside.