MY BEST SEX EVER WAS… with a guy I hate
Rebecca*, 28, loathed everything about him… apart from his skills in bed
I first met Joe* when I was 16 and we were at a house party – I watched him flop his penis into someone’s takeaway chips. He was definitely not the type of guy I wanted to see again.
Unfortunately for me, Joe became one of those people you can’t avoid – even though you really want to. We have friends in common and seem to constantly bump into each other. And whenever we do, he always goes on about how there’s an ‘ugly’ girl who won’t leave him alone – and then later I’ll find out he is sleeping with her. Or he’ll brag about the ridiculous things he’s done when drunk. Rumours of his constant cheating on various girlfriends always reach me. Basically, I really, really dislike him.
But there’s one problem – he may be a total arsehole but he’s also really hot. He’s got that cocky, bad-boy thing that can be, under certain circumstances, irresistible.
One night, after an ex-schoolmates catch-up at the pub, he came swaggering over, all bravado, and started flirting heavily. I thought, ‘Fuck it – I may hate him, but maybe the sex will be good?’ The chemistry we had when we argued was off the charts. He suggested we went back to mine. I nodded and left the pub, and he followed shortly behind me.
Once in my room, he started running his fingers through my hair as we lay down on my bed. He had such a gentle yet teasing touch. We slipped each other’s clothes off as he started kissing me all over, agonisingly slowly.
I had tingles up and down my whole body as he licked and caressed my breasts while gently stroking my clit. He trailed his tongue down my stomach and towards my inner thigh. He took his time and teased me with the flick of his tongue, and then after a good 20 minutes of oral, in the gentle, barely-there style that I love, he made me come. It was intense. I could feel my own wetness on my still-tingling vagina as he fumbled on the floor for a condom from his wallet. I was sweating; I couldn’t wait to have him inside me. He slid his sizable penis in and started thrusting urgently, lifting my legs over his shoulders so he could plunge deeper. All the energy he’d held back during foreplay was unleashed as we grinded our hips together, lost in the moment.
I was so sensitive from all the foreplay, it felt like every thrust sent sparks through me – and I loved the sound of his moans in my ear. The pleasure was almost too much as I moved my legs lower, and wrapped them around his bum, pulling him deeper inside. Then he slowed his thrusting right down before speeding up again, taking full control. Something about disliking him made me more uninhibited as I gasped louder and louder.
As you can imagine, once we were done he simply got up and left. I didn’t want any awkward chat to ruin the fantasy. But the thing is, I know I am going to do it again – I may hate him, but personality isn’t everything in the bedroom.
“I may hate him, but maybe the sex will be good”