I took the initiative to talk to her about the statuses that she posted and to comfort her. She told me that they had broken up and that she was in a rough place, and I just told her that I found her so sexy, intelligent and fun and that she’ll have no problem finding a better man. She kind of had a twinkle in her eye as she looked at me after I said that, and she gave me a hug. I returned the hug but put my hands way lower than usual, wrapped around her lower back right above her ass and gave her a solid squeeze. I felt the slight dampness of her sweat through her shirt as we hugged for a few seconds in silence. After the hug it felt like I should have kissed her, but I just took a step back and we parted ways. As the week went on, we continued talking a lot through text and I’d throw in some subtle flirtations like “feel better beautiful” to see if she’d flirt back – to confirm whether or not I should make a more formal move on her. Surely enough, she did – she told me how my girlfriend was so lucky to have me and that she’s jealous she can never find a man like me. After she told me how lonely she was feeling I went in for the move and sent a “I’d be more than happy to spend time with you this weekend so you’re not lonely anymore” with a winking face. The second I hit send, my heart absolutely fell to the bottom of my chest and I had the butterflies feeling you get when you ride a roller coaster. All of those years of cumshot watching from the sideline and never making a move, appreciating her figure in the pictures I took of her, and smelling her thong and imagining it was the real thing – led up to this moment. I didn’t know whether to regret it or be excited for her response. Minutes went by and still no response – I started to get really worried amateur that I fucked everything bbw up. Maybe she just put her phone down for a shower. Did I freak her out? Did she not blowjob know how to respond? All of these thoughts consumed my mind as I nervously awaited the response to the move I’ve been waiting to make for years. Finally, she responded by asking me what I meant by that. Not the worst response. I told her that if she was feeling lonely, I’d be willing to come over and make her happy, and less lonely, with another wink. She replied, “Oh … how would Christine (my girlfriend at the time) feel about that?” I explained that we were on the verge of breaking up too and that I’d be willing to end it for some kinky sex. She told me she was shocked that I’ve never expressed interest in sex (to her knowledge) for all those years, and that she’d think about it (with a smile face). For the next couple of days, we kept texting and kept flirting until I finally asked whether I should end my current relationship. She asked what indian I meant by “kinky sex.” I gave her a one-word answer. “Anal.” I had talked with one of her ex-boyfriends at a party one night and he was telling me how she loved anal sex and ass play (which was, and still is, my biggest fantasy and fetish) – so I knew that might trigger a positive response from her. While I only said anal, I actually meant a whole lot more – like eating out and gaping that asshole and squirting loads of cum into it. I knew that if she accepted the idea of anal she’d be down for any other ass play. She almost instantly texted back “LOL” in all caps and proceeded to tell me that she’s down. I couldn’t resist beating one off in excitement the second she responded – my sexual fantasies becoming reality after all that time. Shortly after that I let my girlfriend go, and eagerly waited until time came for me to take the trip downstairs to her apartment to merge my tongue with her holes. 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