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The premise of this SRP is two friends meeting in person about 10 years after they were lovers.
The apartment was dark. Naked under a blanket, Nika sat alone on the couch with her legs tucked underneath her. Outside, the muffled sound of an occasional car – inside, only house noises and the sounds of breathing, hers and another’s from the bedroom.
For her it had been good-bye sex – performed flawlessly and with no regrets. Even though Josh was a good guy, smart and decent, a usually thoughtful lover, Nika had known from the very first night that he’d asked and she’d followed him to bed that their relationship wouldn’t end as he wanted. She told herself that she’d never led him on, but she also knew he couldn’t hear her when she tried to be forthcoming. Now, after weeks of putting off the inevitable, it came to this.
She was alone with her thoughts for a long time: the details of leaving, inevitable comparisons to other relationships, the night of sex they’d just shared.... Nika still felt the imprint of Josh’s mouth on her own, his lips kissing down her neck and over her breast, she held him against her as he kissed, sucked, bit and finally engulfed her whole nipple with his mouth – making her arch her back against the bed, moaning with pleasure. She smiled. He had some fine qualities.
4:00 a.m.. Nika let the blanket fall and stood in the darkness. She knew the apartment by heart and only hoped that in their sex play nothing had been moved for her to trip over. Silently, she went back to the room where Josh slept. Her clothes were mostly together, crumpled beside the bed. She gathered what she could find and slipped back to the living room to dress. It wasn’t everything, but would be enough to go out in so early and it struck her as a little funny that going commando kinda fit in with her stealthy departure.
She took Josh’s house key from her ring and left it where he’d find it – only not right away. She opened and closed the front door carefully. ‘Done,’ she thought as she heard the latch click, but before she could turn to walk away, her eyes flooded with tears and she was only partly successful in choking off a sob. Josh had been a catalyst. At a time when Nika might have settled for comfortable and predictable in life and work, the relationship failed to challenge her, to require that she perform at her personal best. He simply didn’t want everything Nika wanted to give. With regret, Nika’s choice was to move on, start over.
In the decade since college, her career had been in landscape design. She liked the outdoors and loved the challenge of marrying aesthetics to functionality. Nika had designed and overseen landscaping construction for several resort properties, although always working for someone else. She was careful not to use her best ideas, but saved them for the day when she worked for herself – a day which was probably overdue. For now, her tools and equipment was crated and in storage. She hadn’t worked in a week and had no immediate plans other than to slip away quietly.
Right now, Nika had nowhere to go but home. She ran a hot shower, stepped into the cloud of steam and spray and let the scent of sex slowly wash away. She slept, woke late, made tea, packed a bag and finally sat at her breakfast table spinning her phone around on the tabletop with a finger. She was painted into a corner. She couldn’t stay where she was, she didn’t have a job or boyfriend to go to anymore and she was starting to think that she’d really messed up. Nika thought it was a lot to ask, but she started a text, “Claire, can I see you?”
The apartment was dark. Naked under a blanket, Nika sat alone on the couch with her legs tucked underneath her. Outside, the muffled sound of an occasional car – inside, only house noises and the sounds of breathing, hers and another’s from the bedroom.
For her it had been good-bye sex – performed flawlessly and with no regrets. Even though Josh was a good guy, smart and decent, a usually thoughtful lover, Nika had known from the very first night that he’d asked and she’d followed him to bed that their relationship wouldn’t end as he wanted. She told herself that she’d never led him on, but she also knew he couldn’t hear her when she tried to be forthcoming. Now, after weeks of putting off the inevitable, it came to this.
She was alone with her thoughts for a long time: the details of leaving, inevitable comparisons to other relationships, the night of sex they’d just shared.... Nika still felt the imprint of Josh’s mouth on her own, his lips kissing down her neck and over her breast, she held him against her as he kissed, sucked, bit and finally engulfed her whole nipple with his mouth – making her arch her back against the bed, moaning with pleasure. She smiled. He had some fine qualities.
4:00 a.m.. Nika let the blanket fall and stood in the darkness. She knew the apartment by heart and only hoped that in their sex play nothing had been moved for her to trip over. Silently, she went back to the room where Josh slept. Her clothes were mostly together, crumpled beside the bed. She gathered what she could find and slipped back to the living room to dress. It wasn’t everything, but would be enough to go out in so early and it struck her as a little funny that going commando kinda fit in with her stealthy departure.
She took Josh’s house key from her ring and left it where he’d find it – only not right away. She opened and closed the front door carefully. ‘Done,’ she thought as she heard the latch click, but before she could turn to walk away, her eyes flooded with tears and she was only partly successful in choking off a sob. Josh had been a catalyst. At a time when Nika might have settled for comfortable and predictable in life and work, the relationship failed to challenge her, to require that she perform at her personal best. He simply didn’t want everything Nika wanted to give. With regret, Nika’s choice was to move on, start over.
In the decade since college, her career had been in landscape design. She liked the outdoors and loved the challenge of marrying aesthetics to functionality. Nika had designed and overseen landscaping construction for several resort properties, although always working for someone else. She was careful not to use her best ideas, but saved them for the day when she worked for herself – a day which was probably overdue. For now, her tools and equipment was crated and in storage. She hadn’t worked in a week and had no immediate plans other than to slip away quietly.
Right now, Nika had nowhere to go but home. She ran a hot shower, stepped into the cloud of steam and spray and let the scent of sex slowly wash away. She slept, woke late, made tea, packed a bag and finally sat at her breakfast table spinning her phone around on the tabletop with a finger. She was painted into a corner. She couldn’t stay where she was, she didn’t have a job or boyfriend to go to anymore and she was starting to think that she’d really messed up. Nika thought it was a lot to ask, but she started a text, “Claire, can I see you?”