1st Times: Memories of College Ex

This is the first of two epilogues for my series1st Times: Memory of College Ex, so perhaps you would like to read those chapters before continuing on this one?

Also, this one got a bit too long, so I am uploading it as epilogue 1A and 1B (coming in a few weeks' time).

Epilogue 2 will be the final chapter that will come a little bit later.

All characters are 18+ years old.

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1.

"But that sweet shop is a long walk from here..." said Florence.

"I will jog. Anything for you, my princess." Zachery replied with a handsome smile and a kiss on Florence's cheek before he jogged off to buy the artisan sweet that Florence said she craved. The shop was way back by Gate 2.

Sitting by a boarding gate in London's Gatwick Airport, watching the stylish and fit Zachery, Florence could not help but also smile. He had been so sweet to her ever since her bad breakup.

But of course, Zachery was the main reason whyHEbroke up with me...

But Florence, a university student originally from Hong Kong, stopped herself from getting depressed thinking about her ex again. It has been weeks, even months, since her former boyfriend abruptly moved out of the flat they shared, and she was about to board a flight to sunny Portugal for a much-needed holiday away from London.

Florence and her ex were together for around 15 months. She loved him, she believed. AndHEcertainly loved her, deeply. Together, they have done some crazy things and experienced plenty for two 19-year-olds. She thought they would be together for years, and there was no one to blame but herself for their separation.

Zachery, a 30-something Caucasian Brit with a cocky swagger and seemingly deep pockets, seduced Florence, knowing she had a boyfriend, but she had pretty much invited him on with her flirting during the few times they ran into each other in the residential building they were both still living in.

But what is Zachery to her now? Florence is not sure.

She had been sleeping with Zachery even beforeHEbroke up with her. And after the breakup, Zachery had taken good care of her in those few weeks when Florence was an absolute heartbroken mess, hardly able to get out of her room, sobbing about her ex all the time, missing her university lectures and assignments, among other things.

Since then, as Florence began to get used to life without her ex, bit by bit, returning to her normal self, resuming her disciplined gym routine and student life, she and Zachery have been having a fair bit of sex, dates, romantic dinners, and even a few daring exhibitionist acts, much like whatHEand Florence used to do. (A poor cyclist who fell off his bike, having been shocked by the sight of Zachery doggy fucking Florence, in a supposedly secluded spot of Richmond Park can attest to that.)

But was Florence ready to call this mysterious man, apparently 13 years her elder, her 'boyfriend'?

There is still so much I don't know about him.She thought to herself.

Zachery had even suggested Florence should move in with him, but she has so far resisted. Just like how she resisted his other suggestion: that he would like to start having condomless sex with her.

So far, Zachery has been patient on that front, even though Florence wondered if his increasingly expensive gifts to her reflected how he thought he could get his way.

And is this 6-day holiday to Portugal another gift Zachery thought could help persuade me to finally let him go bareback?

That certainly won't be happening during this trip, though, because during the immediate aftermath of the breakup, Florence missed her tri-monthly appointment for the contraceptive jab. She could have rescheduled one, but either out of laziness or out of her undecided view of her relationship with Zachery, she has yet to book that jab, and therefore was pretty 'unprotected' at the moment.

"Here you go!" Said Zachery, who had just returned to Florence's side, breathing a little fast.

Florence thanked him sweetly and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

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2.

Three days later, lying on a sun lounger, Florence gave Zachery yet another kiss to thank him for bringing her sweet iced tea, and thought to herself,Life is treating me good.

It was around midday, and they were on a beautiful beach in the Algarve region of Portugal, enjoying the great weather. Blue sky, sea breeze, and warm sun at just the right intensity.

As the wind gently ruffled her lush, long and straight jet-black hair, Florence watched Zachery, in only a pair of short beach pants, settle into a sun lounger next to hers, thinking about how he had been paying for everything in this trip, always attentive, and respected her preferences of restaurants and bars.

And she had noticed more than a handful of other female beach-goers did a double-take on Zachery, some were even throwing him flirtatious smiles that were not subtle.

In other words, he has been almost perfect as a... boyfriend? Companion? Or sugar daddy? Florence was still not sure, but if there was one thing worth complaining about, it was that last night in their hotel room, Zachery once again tried to penetrate Florence without a condom. When she stopped him, he just voiced an 'Oops' and laughed it off.

"Sun cream?" Zachery asked, bringing Florence back from her musing.

"Yeah, sure," Florence replied, even though she had applied plenty to herself, because she knew what Zachery would actually do.

The thing about Portugal's beaches was that topless sunbathing by women was common and perfectly legal. So Florence was wearing nothing but an immodest bikini bottom that just about covered the private parts between her smooth and long legs.

In the last 2 days, when Zachery was applying sun cream for Florence, it invariably turned into a bit of a sensual massage, just like now. She loved the excitement she felt of Zachery drawing circles on her naturally perky 32 C cup breasts in broad daylight, caressing her hard nipples when a few teenage boys ran by, causing them to abruptly slow down and furtively watch, as Zachery playfully shook her full breasts, pushing them together. His touch had turned her on so much that she needed some effort to stop herself from moaning out loud.

A little bit more and I may begin to get wet...Florence thought to herself.

Then Zachery's hands steadily drifted lower, brushing past her lean and sculpted abs, achingly slowly reaching her inner thighs. Florence parted her legs more, eagerly anticipating Zachery's stroke of her pussy over the narrow strip of fabric that was her bikini. She thought she might not be able to stop herself moaning out, and wondered if any beach-goer around them might take issue with that, because sunbathing topless was one thing, fingering in public was quite another. So she looked around...

Then Florence suddenly grabbed Zachery's hands before he could touch her nether regions, and stopped him with a quiet but urgent word, "Wait!" He followed her gaze and realised to their left, a family had just sat down, and their young child was staring at Zachery and his hands, just a few centimetres from Florence's bikini-covered vagina.

Both Florence and Zachery smiled knowingly as he rubbed his hands on her thighs instead. "We'll continue later..." Whispered Zachery with a little smirk. Florence nodded, but her gaze lingered on the swell beneath his shorts, a slow heat curling through her groin, as memories of last night surfaced--Zachery pressed close to her in a club, his boner just as impossible to ignore, as they danced to the loud and heavy beats.

Florence did feel self-conscious then, as she ground her ass against Zachery's stiffness on the dance floor: He was surely one of the oldest people in that club, which was filled with teenagers and college students similar in age to Florence. Quite a few of them showed plenty of interest in the model-like, fit and sexy body of hers, which was scantily covered by the figure-hugging short dress she was wearing, without a bra.

But then again, she would wager none of those teenage boys there could give her a better orgasm than Zachery had last night, after they hurried back to have sex in their hotel room. He always knew where and how to touch her, and seemed to enjoy making her cum as much as reaching climax himself. Much likeHEwas. Her ex....

"Let's have lunch!"

I would not dwell on him - I have moved on, Florence told herself, as she smiled broadly at Zachery and began to get up.

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3.

As the two of them reached the edge of the beach before the pavement, Florence asked Zachery for the second time, "Can you just put a shirt on?" with a faintly exasperated tone, her eyes narrowing--but a reluctant smile tugged at her lips.

"But the day is getting hotter..." Zachery replied with a shrug, "And I don't think these need covering up, right?" And gestured at his ripped torso, where ridged muscles and hard lines rippled as he flexed, and made a face that got Florence to chuckle, before she threw his short-sleeve shirt at his face, and turned to walk on.

Florence herself had put on her orange bikini top, a long wrap skirt designed for the beach, and a short-sleeve blouse, which she did not button up but tied the ends into a knot. Her tiny waist was still on display, but she was confident now she would not be asked by some waiter to leave, like she had witnessed in a restaurant yesterday, when a female tourist who was wearing only swimwear got ejected. The receptionists in their hotel told Florence that away from the beach, women do need to cover up their breasts and their ass by law and by local custom.

Zachery eventually had the shirt on and caught up to Florence. As they strolled towards the restaurant, listening to the sound of waves, laughter and shouts that were full of youthful energy, the sun and the temperature continued to climb higher. Florence's wrap skirt fluttered open as the breeze rolled in from the sea, revealing her long and shapely leg through the long slit that ran the length of the skirt, which was held together by a knot.

"So pleased I chose this skirt, it looks amazing on you," Zachery said with a proud grin, his eyes moving from Florence's groin to her face. "But your whole 'look' would be even more alluring if youdaredto lose the bikini bottom."

Florence blinked. For a brief moment, the excitement of this idea very nearly prompted her fingers to reach for the knot of her bikini bottom; after all, she had done things like that before and liked the risky feeling knowing some passerby may catch a quick glimpse of her hairless pussy when the wind blew at just the right angle.

But a few young kids holding their parents' hands walked past them right about then. "Maybe not now... There are kids running around with ice creams... And I don't want to be turned away by the restaurant, I'm hungry!" She replied with a chuckle.

Zachery exhaled through his nose, feigning disappointment. "Then how about after lunch, we explore the Eastern part of town further down--supposedly less family picnic, more adults-only vibe."

Florence hesitated. "The hotel receptionist said that area's a bit rough."

"'Rough' just means real," Zachery replied, grinning as he put his hand on her waist. "More locals, fewer souvenir stalls. You wanted to see the authentic side of this region, didn't you?"

Florence looked toward the East along the coastline, where long beaches and sparse buildings were located around the edge of the town. The air there seemed thicker, heavier with a promise she couldn't quite name.

"Alright, let's go this afternoon," she said finally, a smile curving on her lips. "But if we get robbed, you're buying me a new skirt."

Zachery laughed, brushing a kiss against her shoulder. "Deal. Though something tells me you won't need it where we're going."

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4.

Florence and Zachery had a lovely lunch at perhaps the most expensive restaurant in the area, where the rich seafood stew and perfectly grilled sardines lifted their spirits even higher. Afterwards, they took a taxi to the Eastern edge of the seaside town--an area they hadn't yet explored--leaving behind the family-friendly western beaches, the inflatable swim rings, and the squealing toddlers, trading them for the scent of cigarettes, sharp liquors, and the pulse of edgy bass lines blending with the clink of glasses.

After some wandering through the narrow streets and plazas surrounded by decades-old two-storey buildings, Florence and Zachery once again stretched out on the sand, simply chilling. Zachery let the sun add more tan to his bronze skin, while Florence lounged under the parasol and read. There were no strollers or sandcastles now--only women in bikinis that flaunted their curves, men showing off tattoos and muscles, and groups laughing, drinking, kissing, and touching with easy abandon.

Hours fly by, the sun was just beginning to show signs of its retreat, when Zachery declared, "It is time for some drinks and food again!" And Florence happily obliged.

He led her to a nearby rustic chiringuitos - open-air bar that also served food. The two of them sat by the bar and were finishing some tasty petiscos, or smaller dishes, when Zachery began to quiz Florence's knowledge of cocktails. He read out some of the names on the lengthy cocktail menu, challenging Florence to name the ingredients, and she mostly got them wrong. With each false answer, Zachery teased her just a little more, and the proud, top-of-the-class student in Florence only got more intrigued and interested by Zachery's apparently vast knowledge of the topic.

"I was a bartender for a few years," Zachery said with a smile. Then, as if the idea had just occurred to him, he declared, "We'll make you a cocktail expert by the end of this trip. Let's start now!" Florence chuckled, but before she could finish, "What are you--" Zachery was already saying to the bartender: "The first four here--one each, please. Obrigado, meu amigo!" He turned back to her, smiling. "The only way to learn cocktails is to drink them."

"Ok then..." Florence said, rolling her eyes, but smiling. She always liked to learn, and this man had taught her much so far.

Pleased, Zachery spoke once more, in Portuguese, to the bartender who had begun to make their drinks, before slipping a few Euro bills to him, which the bartender happily took. Impressed by his language skills, Florence asked Zachery what he said to the bartender.

"I just asked him to make our cocktails extra good. I told him my princess deserves nothing but the best." Zachery replied with a grin before he took Florence's hand and kissed it. She felt loved, even spoiled, and thought to herself,Why does it matter if he is 13 years my elder?

Florence smiled sweetly at Zachery before leaning forward to kiss him, not knowing that he was actually saying to the bartender:Put in more sugar AND hard liquor, my girl needs to get drunk. Real drunk.

And so the cocktails kept coming, Florence kept trying each one, and Zachery kept explaining the ingredients or techniques behind each drink, while urging her to drink some more. Six, eight, or were there ten different cocktails that she had tasted? Even he had lost count. At the end, both of them had a great time, laughed and kissed a lot, and Zachery paid a big bill.

Florence did not know how long had passed, but by the time they stepped out of the chiringuitos, the sun was like a coin sinking towards the slot of the sea, as evening pressed in. She found her legs wobbly and weak, almost fell, but insisted on walking closer to the sea to watch the breathtaking sight. Zachery chased after her, before they stopped right before the water, his arm around her waist, and just watched.

A furnace of colour simmered at the edge of the world, glazing the tide with liquid brass. Even the palm fronds seemed to whisper as the glow bled into indigo. The whole beach paused to watch the day's last ember sink. Florence's intoxicated vision of the horizon swims at the edges, the last traces of the sun split into halos, as if the world's been smeared with a layer of oily lotion.

Florence leaned into Zachery, chin tipping up. "It's beautiful," she said, and the word came out a little dreamy. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. "So are you."

Florence always thought she was more suited to the word handsome, or striking, rather than beautiful. She had wondered if she should try surgery to modify her very East Asian monolid eyes into larger-looking, double-lid ones, as her cousin had done. She wished her cheekbone were a bit less pronounced... Like most women, there are countless things about her appearance that she would like to be different, but somehow, when Zachery implied that she is beautiful, she believed him. He made her feel confident and wonderful.

She kissed him, and the kiss was unhurried and deep, the kind that steadies as much as it sweeps. Like the kind she had with her ex. The world narrowed to the salt on Zachery's lip, the warmth of his palm at her back, the soft shiver that ran through them both when the wind lifted, and the sky shifted a shade darker.

When they parted, Florence rested her head against his shoulder and blinked, smiling.

"Thank you," she said softly. "For this trip. For... being so sweet to me." She almost laughed at herself for sounding cringe, but continued. "You make everything feel good."

"SO," Zachery's thumb traced a small circle on her exposed lower back, and asked in a confident tone. "Are you ready to call me your boyfriend yet?"

The question hung between them like a bell tone, clear and simple.

Florence looked at him for a beat, long enough for one small wave to come and almost touch the sand at their feet. Her vision seemed to be even fuzzier than just moments ago, the outline of Zachery's features drifting in and out of focus. But the haziness didn't hide anything important; it only made everything kinder at the edges. She vaguely remembered her hesitation, her reasons, but it seemed to be beyond her right then to recall exactly what they were.

Her teeth released her lip. The smile that followed was quiet and certain. "Yeah," she said. "I am ready.Boyfriend."

Zachery grinned, and they kissed again.

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'And where does my GIRLFRIEND want to go now? Are you hungry?' Zachery then asked, when they finally finished the long kiss.

"I had eaten plenty of the petiscos in between cocktails... Now I just want to dance!" Florence replied with a soft smile, her words slightly mumbling.

"Sure, let's go. BUT, as your boyfriend, I want to make a request.' And as Florence looked at Zachery with a question, he gently but firmly began to take the unbuttoned shirt off Florence, leaving her upper torso only in her small bikini top, saying, 'You don't need it! It is so hot here, and no grandmas around to complain now,' and smiling the whole time. It was true: with the sun set, beach goers were leaving. Florence looked around and could only see a few couples lingering near them on the beach. She smiled and let him slip the shirt off her arms.

Hands on hips, Florence asked Zachery, 'Happy now?' But he pointed at her crotch, 'the bikini bottom, you don't need that either!'

Florence hesitated for just a moment, and thought to herself:It will just be like one of our little daring do in London... it will be harmless fun if someone glimpses a little bit of my smooth pussy behind the wrap skirt... No big deal!

"Fine!...but you will have to take it off for me," Florence said to her newly confirmed boyfriend, her eyes full of playful seduction.

Zachery grinned even more and immediately knelt down on one knee to undo the knot near the wrap skirt's slit. Then, without hesitation, he slid his hands in through the slit, his hands brushing over Florence's crotch and ass to reach for the bikini knot at the other side. A young couple walked past, and they stared and smirked at her, while Zachery took his time with the knot. The situation made Florence both embarrassed and excited. She felt a tingling between her legs as she pictured in her mind how this might look like Zachery was busy working her crotch and ass. She even moaned faintly when he finally pulled the bikini bottom out from the skirt slit, the garment dragged over her sensitive labia. Zachery stuffed the now redundant garments into his pocket.