Oh, man! It felt like a horse had kicked me in the stomach. I leaned against the kitchen bench, feeling out of breath and nauseous, and staring at the tablet, still open on the table.

How the fuck could Cathy do this?! Why the fuck didn't I see it coming?!

Truth to tell, I should have seen it coming. Cathy, my sexy, loving partner for three years, had landed herself a two-year research scholarship to Germany, and had left early in the year. We had promised each other that we would keep in close contact, and that I would head over to Germany, once university had finished, to keep her company for a few months, at least. But, promises are one thing ...

Six months later, all the Covid travel restrictions had shot down any thoughts of me getting over there, in the foreseeable future. Covid-19 also meant that Cathy had spent too much time with a guy called Dietrich, who literally charmed her out of her panties and into his bed. That's where she planned to stay and had just applied for residency. With that, she abruptly ended the Whatsapp call.

At first, I was stunned, scarcely able to believe what had just happened. What really hurt; what really got under my skin, was that she chose to tell me about Dietrich for the first time, today, on my twenty-third birthday!

Well, happy fucking birthday to me! I thought, as I took a ten pack of XXXX Gold from the fridge and chugged one down. Then, just as I took another from the box, Jules popped into my head.

Jules was a lovely, warm, vivacious, fun-loving, feisty, petite twenty-two-year-old redhead, whom I'd met through one of my university classes earlier in the year. She was good company and I enjoyed her cheerful, warm personality. Although there were times when I was tempted to go further, our friendship stayed platonic, mainly because we were both 'spoken for' and I was still being faithful to Cathy.

Our friendship became closer, a few months ago, after Jules' stupid, paranoid and possessive boyfriend had tried slapping her around, suspecting her, quite wrongly, of sleeping with other guys. During that nasty little interval, Jules was able to lean on Naisha, her best friend: she also turned to me for support, which I willingly provided. Thus, if there was anyone I could talk to about Cathy's out-of-the-blue 'announcement', Jules was the first to come to mind.

After some hesitation, I called her and told her what had happened, thinking that maybe we could go and have a coffee somewhere.

“She what? Wow, what a totally bitchy, horrible thing to do to you,” she said, indignantly, then after a pause, “I'm coming over...”

“It's all right, you don't have to …”

“Shut up, Chris, it's not all right, I'm coming over, okay?”

True to her word, Jules arrived about fifteen minutes later. She looked really attractive, in a medium blue summer dress, that complemented her wavy, shoulder-length auburn hair and hazel eyes, as well as showing off her figure. There was a tasteful hint of nipple showing through the thin fabric of the dress, although I wasn't really in the mood to take much notice at the time.

She gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, then leaned back against the bench beside me, pushing her hip against mine. Her presence was calming, and my brain started to clear itself from the dark, grey fog that had enveloped me, since speaking to Cathy

After a long, companionable silence, Jules thumped my arm, “Hey, by the way, how come I didn't know that it's your birthday?”

"Ah, geez, sorry Jules. I guess with all this pandemic shit and other things, I almost forgot about it myself."

Jules just shrugged, "That's okay. But, anyway, what are you going to do now?”

“Huuuh, I don't know, get drunk maybe?” I muttered, reaching for another XXXX

Jules slapped my hand away, “Uh, uh, no,” she said standing in front of me, “you're not going to get drunk, especially not tonight, right?

“Well, why th' hell not?” I grumbled, immediately regretting it. There was no need to take my bad out mood on Jules.

“Because,” Jules smiled as she reached under her dress with both hands, “drunk guys aren't much good at sex.” I gulped as she straightened up, letting her lacy white panties drop to her feet.

Before I could say anything, she slipped the thin straps of her dress down her arms, letting the front of it fall away from her pert, beautifully rounded, 36B breasts: her pretty, dark-pink nipples were proudly centered on her darker areolae. Jules' smile was positively sultry, as she lifted the hem of her dress, showing me her beautiful camel-toe mons. Her succulent, fleshy-pink labia pouted through her slit, while above her mons, there was a triangle of curly, dark-auburn pubes.

She turned quickly, tucked her dress above her waist and bent across the table that Cathy and I had used for study and other purposes, propped up on her forearms and elbows. My mouth watered and my cock throbbed, at the sight of her curvaceous hips, her firm, peachy little buttocks and her gorgeous mound, with those pouting, wet pussy lips, framed between her thighs. As further enticement, she reached back and briefly opened her arse crack, showing me her cute, puckered little arsehole. A long, primal grunt escaped my lips.

Still, I couldn't bring myself to move. Jules had caught me completely off guard, such that all I could do was stare, entranced by her beautiful body.

Jules looked back at me and wiggled her hips. “Are you going to fuck me, or are you just going to stand there, feeling sorry for yourself?” she asked, with a slightly exasperated edge to her voice, albeit, her eyes were twinkling with amusement.

I quickly shed my pants and stood behind her, my thick, seven-inch penis pointing at that beckoning pussy. But not quite yet! Such a derrière demanded a little loving. I gently slapped and patted Jules' gorgeous cheeks, before getting down to work, kissing and licking every millimetre of her wonderful rear end. More primal grunts came from deep within, as I savoured the warm, clean, oestrogen taste and scent of her smooth skin.

Jules' giggles changed to warm sighs and soft moans, as she grew more aroused. Dropping to my knees, I got her to open her stance, then spread both sets of her labia apart, revealing her luscious, blushing-pink vulva. By now, she was dripping wet, her juice an intoxicating brew, tasting hot, musky and salty on my tongue as I lapped it up. Her pussy got even more liquid, as I eased two fingers up into her vagina.

She gave a sharp gasp, her hot, lubricated walls tightening around my fingers, when my probing fingertips touched a slightly harder area within. Little shock waves rippled through Jules' body, when I gently massaged the spot. A few seconds later, her vagina convulsed and a spray of hot, salty water inundated my hand. Jules' accompanying squeals were almost ultrasonic.

Further probing and massaging was rewarded with more of the same, until Jules had to pull my hand away. She just lay on the table, with her head pillowed on her arms, gasping and giggling. To help her relax, I gently massaged her neck, shoulders and back, standing in close, so my erection conveniently rested between her buttocks. After a while, she pushed her damp hair away from her face.

“Thanks,” she murmured, “like, I think we both so needed that.” She sensuously moved her hips from side to side. “Now, how about that fuck you promised?”

With a little help from me, Jules pushed her dress down over her hips and onto the floor, where I picked it up and draped it over a chair. Finally, I stood behind her and ran the tip of my cock up and down her open vulva. We both grunted and sighed, as my electrified glans slid through her slick vaginal opening. A smooth thrust, and her vagina enveloped me, like a warm, liquid velvet sheath. It felt fantastic, being inside a woman after months of self-imposed abstinence.

At first, I fucked her with slow, deep strokes, but as she got used to the penetration, Jules urged me to go harder and faster. As I picked up the pace and started pounding into her, Jules' soft whimpers and sighs turned into high-pitched nasal yelps of pleasure, “Yeaaah...yeaaaah....ooooh, fuck me harder! Ohhh, yeah-yeah-yeah...uhhhh, ooohhh! Mmmm....oh...f-uuuck...uhhh...uh...uh...uh...mm...mmm!!”

Soon, my senses were concentrated around being inside that wonderful pussy; feeling it ripple and pulse around my throbbing cock; hearing her feminine cries and the liquid squelching of pussy juice being forced out of her vagina; the slapping of our bodies; smelling the hot, salty essence of her oestrogen … it was animalistic and primal: it was exactly what I needed.

My orgasm finally came so hard, I saw stars and groaned, as my cock pulsed my ejaculate deep inside Jules. Her tightened walls milked more cum out of me, as I pulled halfway out, then thrust deep and hard, to splatter a final load against her cervix.

My knees had turned to jelly and I half collapsed on top of Jules, who was purring like a big kitten, sensuously rocking her buttocks against my thighs.

Once I'd reluctantly pulled out of her, Jules turned around and sat on the table, with her arms draped around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. I loved the feel of her breasts against my chest and her naked pussy, still oozing our combined cum, pressing against my stomach. We kissed deeply, hungrily, before she stopped and looked searchingly into my eyes.

“So, I guess I'm staying here tonight?” she said, with a radiant smile; then she became more serious, “but, just don't think that, after what happened with him, I want the hassle of another steady ... relationship. I mean, like, you're a really great guy and I really, really like you, and I really want to sleep with you, but ...”

I squeezed and patted her buttocks, “Hey, I get it; I mean, after what Cathy's just put me through?” I heaved a sigh, pushing back the faint echo of misery at the mention of that name, “Naaa, let's just enjoy being fuck-buddies.”

Jules smiled and kissed me, “Thanks, that's all I need to hear.”

I picked Jules up off the table and carried her through to the bedroom. After carefully dumping her on the bed, I further explored her naked body. Her beautiful breasts received special attention, her nipples becoming long and stiff, with the help of my lips and tongue. Then, at her request, I headed downstairs to her receptive, wide-open womanhood and her shamefully neglected clitoris.