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The Best Way to Get Over a Breakup - Part 1
🕑 Added 2024-09-04 04:14:01 +0000 UTC"So, am I crazy, or is Jake taking his break up way harder than he should be?"
Jake had barely made it to the bar's bathroom before Corbin offered his judgment, and Anya was a little taken aback at her husband's lack of empathy for someone that was supposed to be a great friend of his, though her husband had also never suffered a great heartbreak.
"You don't understand, Corbin. It's incredibly painful when your heart gets broken. Jake thought he was going to marry that girl and then she goes and cheats on him. I mean, he was so in love with her that he was willing to try and work it out, even after the cheating," she said.
Corbin sipped his beer, glanced at Anya's breasts in a way she found just a little bit thrilling, and replied, "No, I get that. I'm not an asshole, Anya. I mean, I don't think I am. What I'm saying is that it's been almost two months, hasn't it? He shouldn't be over it by now, but he just went to the bathroom because he was damn near going to cry about this girl that fucking cheated on him and clearly didn't love him anywhere near as much as he loved her."
She smiled and swirled the skillfully made concoction in her glass a little. "Yeah, that's a fair point. But I just think you don't quite understand it because you've never had a genuine heartbreak."
"I suppose that's true. I married the first woman I fell in love with, though. You can't blame me for that, can you?"
Anya smiled. She kissed her husband and she felt a spark of desire, so she kept on kissing him.
"Oh, c'mon guys. Really? Flaunting your happiness?"
Jake had come back, though the smile on his face made it seem like he was just having a bit of fun.
"Sorry about that," Anya said.
"Oh, no, honestly, it's okay. I don't know what's going on with me. I really don't."
"Forgive my bluntness, but have you had sex since you broke up?" Corbin asked.
Jake shook his head. "I went on a few dates. Both were bad. I wasn't ready for it. I just kept thinking about Anna. I mean, shit, on one of the dates I actually talked about her."
Both Anya and Corbin instinctively recoiled at that incredible breach of first date etiquette, eliciting a smile from Jake.
"Yeah, I know. My date reacted the same way. If there'd been a chance of anything physical happening - or even a second date - it went out the window the moment I mentioned my ex-girlfriend had cheated on me, and then I followed that by almost immediately getting emotional about it."
Anya reached across the table and squeezed their friend's hand. "Jake, sweetheart, if you make the mistake of talking about her, you really shouldn't mention that she cheated on you. That's not something a woman wants to hear on a first date. I mean, you really shouldn't mention her at all, so you definitely screwed up from the start."
Jake smiled, looked down at her hand, and then smiled again before Anya gently squeezed his fingers and pulled away. "Yeah, well, lesson learned. I haven't been on a date since then, though."
"Well, again, I hate to be crude, but I really think you might benefit from getting laid," Corbin chimed in.
Jake looked at Anya like she was going to be the voice of reason, but she happened to agree. "In this case, I agree with my husband. I don't think you should be gross about it or try and take advantage of a woman, but if you can find a willing partner, you should absolutely try and have sex. Or even just an orgasm provided by someone else. Honestly, that sort of thing will clear your mind of the grief and anguish you're feeling."
Corbin looked at Anya and said, "It sounds like you're speaking from experience."
She smiled and looked away as a sudden sheepishness overcame her. "I might be."
"Oh, well, do tell," Corbin said before taking another long sip of his beer.
Jake had a smile on his face and clearly would have enjoyed hearing the story, so Anya figured she'd tell it, if for no other reason than it might help their friend move past his heartbreak.
"Okay, well, I was in my early twenties. I'd just broken up with the guy I'd dated for the last year and a half of college. Just like you, Jake, I was certain I'd marry that guy. I mean, I was in love. The kind of crazy love you feel when you're in college. He broke up with me a few months after we graduated. It came out of nowhere. Total heartbreak. He didn't even really give a good reason. He just said he wanted to explore. I was lost."
Corbin put his hand on her leg and offered a reassuring touch. He knew about that particular heartbreak, though she hadn't gone into great detail with him because there was little point in sharing that kind of thing with her husband.
"Anyway, I was lost for three months. My friends got tired of me complaining. A few of my coworkers at the time stopped having lunch with me. I didn't really see it until a group of my friends took me out for the night and had something of an intervention. They told me that I had to get over it and that they were going to get me laid that night to help me get over it."
"Good friends," Corbin chimed in.
Anya smiled. "Very good friends. They took me to a club. They said that the way a guy dances is usually indicative of how he fucks and that I could find the right kind of guy by dancing a whole bunch. So I had a few drinks, got some of that liquid courage effect, and started dancing."
Corbin's hand was still on her leg, though it have moved a few inches closer to her crotch and Anya couldn't help but wonder if her husband was - for some reason - feeling a little bit excited.
"At first it was awful. I felt uncomfortable. I kept thinking about my ex. Even though my friends were all dancing around me, I just couldn't get into it. Eventually, though, something changed. Maybe I just spent long enough dancing. Maybe I was just drunk enough. I don't know. I started to get into it, though. I started to like the way some of the guys touched me. I started to like the way it felt to move my body with theirs."
Corbin and Jake both seemed enraptured with her story and Anya wondered if it was more interesting than she thought or if they'd all had enough to drink to be a bit buzzed and thus deeply interested in just about anything she had to say.
"I probably danced with a dozen guys. Nothing crazy, you know? I wasn't like, getting groped by any of them or anything. It was just dancing. Eventually, though, I let one of them kiss me. It was simple at first. But there was real heat there. He was good looking and a great dancer. He seemed to know how to touch me in the perfect way, how to make it feel good without it feeling invasive. When we kissed it was like all that touching just exploded into desire. It started slow, it got a little hotter, and then I just...I don't know, I just had to have him. I pressed my body against his. I opened my mouth wide. I damn near sucked his tongue into my mouth."
Corbin's hand was now exceptionally close to Anya's crotch and she felt a bit of warmth building between her legs. She wasn't sure if it was the story or her husband's touch - or both - but she was excited and she liked it.
"We made out on the dance floor for a while. Then we snuck off to a dark corner of the club and did a whole lot more making out. His hands got adventurous, too, and found their way into my top, which was pretty low cut. I wasn't wearing a bra, either - the top was backless so I couldn't wear one - and when I felt his hands on my...well, on my breasts, it was like another switch got flipped. If there had been any doubt in my mind that this was the guy, it went away when he touched me like that. That's when I asked him if we could get out of there."
"Can I just ask you, once you started kissing this guy, did you think about your ex at all?" Jake asked.
Anya shook her head. "Not even a little. Truly, not even once. It was like he'd been washed out of my mind by this gorgeous man."
Corbin's hand moved entirely between her legs and he pressed his fingers against her crotch for a few moments. The gentle friction built even more heat between her legs and Anya had to work not to show it on her face.
"So, anyway, he took me back to his place. We did a little fooling around in the cab - including his hand doing some teasing work between my legs - and then we rushed into his bedroom as soon as we got to his apartment. From there it was pretty standard stuff. Lots of undressing each other. Lots of kissing and touching. Some...well, some oral stuff. Then we had sex. Really, really good sex that damn near wiped my ex-boyfriend from my mind." She sipped her drink and added, "Actually, we had sex twice in the span of an hour. That's how you know it was good."
Corbin pressed his fingers against her crotch once more, this time rubbing them in slow circles for a few moments and once again igniting a wealth of wetness between her legs. Anya flashed back to that night in the guy's apartment and smiled as that brought about even more desire.
"So, I think that settles it," Corbin said while removing his hand from her leg. "I don't mean to be crude, Jake, but you need to get laid."
Anya raised her glass. "I concur."
She expected Jake to offer plenty of resistance, just like she had before her friends took her out. He didn't, though. Instead, he raised his glass, took a sip, and asked, "Does anyone have any ideas for how to make that happen?"
Anya looked around the bar in a slow, dramatic fashion before turning back to Jake with a smile. "Well, Jake, you're at a bar. There are lots of pretty girls here. I'd be willing to bet that some of them are single. You're a good looking man. You're a good guy, too. You might be surprised at how easy it is to charm a woman when you're both good looking and nice."
"There's a bar down the street that plays music. People dance," Corbin chimed in. "It's mostly country music so it's not like going to a club, but people still dance and I’m sure there are lots of available women there. Plus, we’re all actually pretty well-dressed for a country music kind of bar, Jake."
"It's settled," Anya said without giving him a chance to respond. "We're going to the bar down the street."
They finished their drinks, paid their tab, and headed to the bar down the street. Corbin put his arm around Anya the moment they got outside and she leaned into him and smiled as Jake playfully threw his hands up like they were once again flaunting the fact that they were happy together.
"Don't worry, Jake," she said. "Tonight is the first night of the rest of your life. Probably, at least. I mean, no guarantees."
He laughed as Corbin pointed to the bar he was talking about. The country music was loud enough to spill into the street whenever someone opened the door and the place was far more popular than their previous stop.
They stepped inside and stopped for a moment as they admired all the people dancing. Some of the guests were dressed in country-style - big hats, jeans, boots, plaid shirts tied under their breasts for some of the ladies, sundresses for others - and then Corbin headed to the bar to get them a round of drinks.
Anya grabbed Jake's hand - it was a little too loud to talk with any kind of ease - and dragged him to a high top table near the window. The stools were close enough that their knees touched under the table while they both watched the people dancing to a surprisingly upbeat song.
As it turned out, the bar didn't play a whole lot of what Anya thought of as traditional country. All the songs were upbeat, but of course that made sense. They wanted people to dance, not get all weepy in their drinks as they listened to someone croon about heartbreak.
"Okay, Jake," Anya said as she leaned over. "There are lots of beautiful woman here and plenty of them seem like they're looking for a man to have some fun with."
Judging by the way some of the girls were dancing, Anya felt like it was safe to say they were looking.
"What should I do?" he asked.
"You should get out there and dance!"
Jake looked at the dancing bar patrons with genuine terror in his eyes. "I'm not really a dancer."
"Half the people out there aren't dancers. I mean, look at them." She wasn't being cruel. Many of the people on the dance floor had no particular rhythm. That wasn't the point, though. They were clearly out there to have fun and probably to hook up.
Corbin arrived with the drinks and set them on the table. He'd gotten three shots and three beers. He picked up one of the shots and held it high. Anya and Jake picked up the other two and they all clinked their glasses, spilled a bit of the liquid, and then threw it back.
The taste was horrible. Truly horrible.
"Shit, what the fuck was that?" Anya asked as her face contorted.
Corbin laughed. "I asked for three shots of the cheapest stuff they had. I don't know what it was, but it damn sure tastes cheap."
Jake coughed before laughing and then had a sip of his beer.
Anya leaned towards her husband and said, "Jake's a little scared of getting on the dance floor."
Jake glanced their way and shrugged like he was admitting defeat.
"How do we get him out there?" she asked.
"Go with him," Corbin suggested. "You, I mean. Just dance with him a little. Nothing too heavy because you don't want to scare the other girls off. But dance with him, show the other girls that a beautiful woman is interested in him, and then step away to go the bathroom or something and let one of the other girls take your place."
"Really?" Anya asked.
Corbin nodded. "I'd have no problem with that, if that's what you're asking. I mean, it's just a little dancing, right?"
She turned to Jake, who again shrugged his shoulders.
"I'd be okay with that," he said.
"So you'd actually dance if I went out there with you?"
He nodded.
Anya hopped off her stool, untucked her shirt, and began unbuttoning it from the bottom.
"What are you doing?" Corbin asked.
She gestured towards the dance floor and all the girls that had their stomachs exposed because they'd tied knotted their plaid button ups under their breasts in that remarkably appealing manner. It wasn't Anya's first time pulling off that sort of look and she did so with ease before taking Jake's hand and leading him to the dance floor.
It had been a while since Anya had gone dancing with her friends - she and Corbin didn't do it all that much - but she fell back into it with ease. Her hips moved and her body swayed with the music. Jake seemed to have some skill, too, an unexpected development for a man that said he didn't really dance. Anya wondered if he'd just been overwhelmingly nervous and wasn't willing to come right out and say it.
Anya leaned in, smiled, and said, "You're a good dancer."
Jake put his hand on her waist and she felt a quick, almost electric charge of excitement. "You really think so?"
Anya stepped closer and suddenly Jake had two hands on her waist. Those hands moved to her lower back as she stepped close enough that their bodies were very nearly pressed together. The electric charge she'd felt had only deepened. She could feel it between her legs. She could feel the warmth building as they moved to the music.
It was only for a handful of seconds, but it felt overwhelming so Anya stepped back and Jake's hands fell from her waist. She smiled and spun around to look at Corbin. She worried that their closeness on the dance floor might have angered him, but he looked utterly transfixed. She waved and he waved back with a smile.
Then Jake stepped closer. She felt his body against her back and his hand moved to her stomach. Anya was still looking at Corbin. He showed no signs of alarm. If anything, he seemed like he was enjoying himself.
Jake moved his hips in time with Anya's as they danced to yet another surprisingly upbeat country song. His hand remained on her stomach and she found herself feeling rather glad that she'd tied her shirt under her breasts, as her friend's hand felt really good on her bare skin.
Anya instinctively pushed her hips back, which is when she felt Jake's erection. Or partial erection. She couldn't entirely tell. He felt hard, though. Hard for her. Hard because they were dancing so closely.
To Anya's surprise, she kept her hips pushed back. She moved them a little, too. She ground her ass into Jake's cock and soon enough it was clear that he'd become fully erect. She knew she shouldn't have been dancing with him like that. She knew it was too much, that Corbin would be upset if he knew she'd gotten their friend hard, and yet it felt good. It felt so, so good. That electric charge of being touched had transformed into pure arousal.
Without looking at Corbin, Anya spun around and took half a step back. She saw the arousal in Jake's eyes. She saw him glance at Corbin and then back at her.
The song ended and something much slower started up. They hadn't heard a slow song in the half hour they'd been at the bar, but it didn't surprise Anya that they'd throw one in every now and then to let the couples - or would be couples - get a little closer.
For a few seconds Anya and Jake just stood there. Then she lifted her arms and rested them on his shoulders. Her fingers entwined around the back of his neck. She stepped closer and his hands found her waist. They moved to the much slower beat of the song and stared into each other's eyes. She stepped a little closer so their bodies were gently pressed together. She felt his erection - his desire for her - and rested her head in the crook of his neck.
Then, without really thinking about it, Anya kissed his neck. She felt his stubble against her lips. She felt the warmth of his skin. She felt a charge of desire rush through her body as she kissed him, too. His hands moved to her lower back and he pulled her a little closer.
She kissed his neck again and this time she moaned while she did it. She moaned to let him know she liked it, that she was turned on. She moaned because she couldn't really help herself.
They were slowly spinning as they danced and when Anya looked up she saw Corbin. His beer was half empty and his eyes were focused on them. On her, in fact. He showed no signs of anger, though, and he obviously could have interrupted their dance at any moment.
While holding her husband's gaze, Anya kissed Jake's neck again. He might not have seen it before, but Corbin saw it that time. He saw it and his eyes went wide for just a moment before he smiled. Then, in what seemed like a rather obvious manner, he reached under the table and seemingly adjusted his cock. Anya wasn't sure if he was hard and having to move things around to prevent discomfort or if he was just signaling that he was thrilled by what was going on, but she took his little under the table shift to mean that he was on board with her going a little further with Jake than she probably should have.
Anya sensed the slow song was coming to an end - they'd been dancing for a few minutes - so she leaned back just a little and stared at Jake's lips. She tilted her head and he leaned in. He kissed her. His lips were warm and soft. His tongue did just a tiny bit of flirtation before probing a little deeper. His hands moved to her ass as Anya opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue. She offered hers. She moaned and he did the same. Her pussy was suddenly awash in desire.
They kissed right up until the end of the song. Something far more upbeat came on, but Jake and Anya stood on the dance floor looking at each other.
"I want you," he said.
"I want you too," she replied.
Anya looked towards Corbin and she was certain she saw unbridled arousal on his face. She took Jake's hand and led him back to their table. She leaned against her husband and kissed their friend. Corbin's hands moved to her stomach and she felt his stiff cock press into her ass. Jake's tongue swirled in her mouth as Corbin grasped her breasts and squeezed them through her shirt.
"I really, really want you," she said to Jake.
"And I really, really want you."
She turned to Corbin. "Can I let him have me?"
Her husband nodded and asked, "Can I watch?"
Anya smiled at the unexpectedly naughty request. "Yes."
"Then let's go home. I'll drive."
Anya took Jake's hand and they walked out of the bar with Corbin behind them. The night had not gone how she planned, but it seemed like it was going to end in a far more exciting manner than she imagined was possible.
Part 2 coming soon…
