Reunited Passion (closed)

[saedo]

Closed for cybal

"Hey honey, why is your high school reunion invitation in the trash?"

I looked up at my wife as she entered the den. Deep into her second trimester, her normally petite frame was now dominated by her boobs and belly. The extra weight gave her a slight waddle to her walk.

"C'mon, Julie, it was wasn't like I was going to go to that."

"Aw, Travis, it's your 10 year reunion. Don't you want to see your high school friends?"

I shook my head. "I pretty much hated high school. Teachers didn't much care, so they droned on about boring, useless information just so we'd pass the state exams. Other students were mostly stupid jerks. I was a cocky loudmouth who was always just a heartbeat away from another hour of detention. I don't want to revisit any of it."

Julie sat down beside me and leaned into me. "Oh, it can't have been all bad. Didn't you have friends? Didn't all the girls want to date you?"

I shrugged. "I hung out with a couple guys, but I haven't heard from them since the summer after graduation. And I dated some, but dating back then never went anywhere. You're talking small southern town with some old school morality. Good girls didn't put out. You'd make out for an hour and then go home frustrated. "

Julie giggled and kissed me. "So you like us college girls, huh?"

I slid a hand along the T-shirt covering her belly. "This one in particular," I murmured, kissing her back with greater fervor.

"Mmmm," Julie murmured as my hand crept down her swollen belly and between her thighs. "Don't change the subject. I want to see where you grew up. I think it'll be fun. C'mon, do it for me."

"Seriously? You really want to go?"

Julie nodded. "I do." She smiled mischievously and worked her hand between my thighs. "Remember: I put out."

I groaned as she squeezed my cock through the denim. Julie hadn't been as interested in sex lately, so I was overdue for some physical contact below the waist. "Fine, we'll go. We'll go."


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[cybal]

"Shit!" I remember saying as I broke my nail on the cupboard door.

"You ok honey?" my fiancé, Charles asked with a sarcastic tone. He was pissed since we woke up late and I did not let him get any.

"Yeah, just broke my nail" I said as I opened my purse to get my clipper and nail file. "I will be ready in a sec."

"I was ready back in bed" he said not letting it go. If he wasn't so rich I would never put up with his shit. I had a big rock on my finger that cost more than I make in two months so he could pretty much say and almost do whatever he wanted.

"I know baby, I will make it up to you," I said in the sexiest voice I could muster on a Monday morning, trying to put him off. I can't really blame him, I am hotter than ever. Thirty seven but look twenty nine. No really I do. I am five foot three with long blonde hair to the middle of my back. My body is slender and toned with a lifetime of gymnastics, cheerleading and running. I work out everyday and watch what I eat. I take spa trips with girlfriends, do yoga and love anything physical. My body is a temple and men feel the same way. My eyes are bright blue with a smart sparkle that keeps most hands at bay. I am the total package, as Charles is fond of saying.

"Whatever, I have a dinner meeting tonight so won't be home till late," he said dismissively. I just hoped this new client wasn't the twenty something sales associate at his firm I had eyed last week when I popped in with sushi.

"OK, no problem, I will be here," I said putting my things back in my big Gucci purse. He stood at the door as I looked up. He looked good, I will give him that. He had on a finely tailored grey suit with a white shirt and red striped tie. His chiseled clean shaven chin was beautiful. I smiled feeling that desire I remember getting six months ago when we met at the regatta on lake Michigan. A friend had asked me along her boyfriend's boat and Charles has swept me off my feet.

"Oh yeah, there was a call for you yesterday from someone. She said there is a ten year high school reunion or something. She had a sexy southern accent." He added to make me jealous like he always does.

I flashed back to a lifetime ago, before leaving Greenview Mississippi for Chicago.

"Wow, has it been that long?" I said out loud thinking to myself.

"You are not really thinking about wasting a weekend in Mississippi are you?" he said with his usual condescending tone. He had been to Mississippi once to meet my parents and then he could only allocate twenty four hours.

My head had spun with thoughts of the past and for some reason ended up on Travis. You know that guy from High School you fantasized about but never actually did anything with. Sure we dated for a few weeks and rolled around on my parents couch like teenagers do, but not much more.

I walked out and in the elevator he noticed I was clearly not in the moment with him.

"Old boy friend?" he said with his uncanny insight into me. Maybe I was more transparent than I liked to think.

"Among other things" I said, "not that you have anything to worry about." I fluttered my long eyelashes at his mind put my petite left hand on his shoulder with my ring glittering in the high rise elevator light.

"Well, you better call your southern belle girlfriend is you want a date cause I am not giving up a sailing weekend for that." He was a pain in the ass sometimes but he was rich and good looking and I would never want for anything once our nuptials were complete.

We walked out into the bright Chicago morning. He gave me a kiss on the street infant of our building and the door man hailed me a cab. Johnny got into his black town car his firm always had waiting for him. I worked in the opposite direction as a corporate buyer for Lululemon.

 

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"See, this isn't so bad," my wife murmured just over the din. "Your classmates aren't all jerks and losers, are they?"

"I suppose," I grunted. Time had mellowed us out a bit. The petty teenage bullshit that mattered so much a decade ago had apparently all been forgotten. Now we all had jobs, spouses, kids, mortgages, and all the other adult concerns. All that old animosity and stress was water under the bridge.

Still, I couldn't exactly say I was having lots of fun. We'd been here just over an hour and I'd run through the same basic story at least a dozen times. "After graduation, I moved out state to attend Ohio State. To my surprise, I discovered that I actually liked accounting and finance, so I joined a mid-sized firm in Cincinnati after graduation. Julie and I met in college; after a few years of dating, we'd tied the knot. Now we were expecting our first born - a girl."

While I was getting bored with giving the same rote answers to the same repetitive questions with every new set of faces, Julie ate it all up. This was all a big archaeological dig into my past for her, so she found it fascinating. Of course, her swollen belly garnered a ton of oohs and aahs, so I got to listen to her give the same litany over being pregnant. I was pretty tired of that, too.

Admittedly, I was being petty; she was the one who'd gained 30 pounds and suffered through weird hormonal shifts. Still, my recognition that I was being selfish did little to diminish my disgruntlement over the inconveniences that her pregnancy enforced on me. Instead, I was still put out and now I could dislike myself on top of it.

My current source of tension centered on my groin. My scrotum felt leaden because it'd been nearly a week since we'd last had any sexual contact. Julie had recently been waking up feeling nauseous, so our usual morning sessions had been cancelled. The pregnancy was also such a drain on her energy that she nodded off as soon as her head hit the pillow; consequently, there went any bedtime nookie. I didn't dare try self-help, though, because she'd dissolved in tears when she'd caught me pumping a Fleshlight while watching porn on the computer. I spent an hour lying through my teeth trying to convince my blubbering wife her that I wasn't sexually unfulfilled and that she was giving me everything I wanted; I'm not going through that again.

I knew that this latest bout of morning nausea would pass. Eventually I'd be able to get my rocks off on a semi-regular basis. I just needed to power through it till then. So coupled with my weariness at repeating the 60 seconds condensed history of my last decade, I chose to numb my discomfort with alcohol. Since Julie couldn't drink, I might as well take advantage.

I was sufficiently numb that I almost missed the name. My wife was with Lisa Franklin and Lisa had been telling us about how many of her former cheerleading squad had returned for the reunion. "Sorry," I interrupted, "she's here?" I glanced around the crowded gym, but saw no trace of fiery red hair in the sea of people.

"Oh, that's right, you two were together for a bit during the end of senior year," Lisa replied coyly. "Yeah, she and her fiance are here somewhere. Charles, I think. Some corporate something or other. I almost didn't recognize her, though; she's gone blonde. Can you believe it?"

My attention faded out as my memory dredged up images from the past. Her red hair. Her insane curves. Her smooth thighs. That sunny afternoon we almost lost our virginity to one another. . . .

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[cybal]

I knew I should have left Charles in Chicago but some idiotic part of me thought he might actually be interested in more than my 36D tits and how well I could suck his cock. I guess I should have realized when I said I would marry him (for the money) my life would not be all peaches and cream.

"This is a whiz-bang good time" Charles slurred having consumed most of the Johnny Walker supply at the Hilton. The Hilton was pretty much the only place appropriate for a reunion like this. There were about ninety returning with spouses, girlfriends, boy friends and kids, out of a class of two hundred. It was interesting to see how people had changed or not changed. Who they married and what they had become.

"Maybe you should just call it a night?" I said looking up at my drunk fiance.

"I am just getting started babe. Where is that Lisa? She had a nice ass, maybe we could spice up this trip with a little three way?" he slurred at me. I was never sure if drunken comments were real fantasies or him just being rude. Either way I was not into three ways.

I took a breath and ran my hands down smoothing the tight knit red dress I had on, to clam myself. It stopped just above mid thigh and hugged me perfectly. I had gotten all the looks I had hoped for and more. Now however, my "catch" as a lot of my old girlfriend's termed Charles was a drunken embarrassment.

"I am tired babe" I said just wanting to get him out of here. "Let's go up to the room and I can make this trip worth it," I told him leaning into his with my big tits and letting my hand caress his soft drunk cock. It gave a flicker of life just as I heard "Victoria?" It was a voice I knew from high school but this was absolutely not the place to see him. Charles looked up as I turned to see Travis.

"Hell yeah this is Victoria! did you fuck her in high school?" Charles blurted out with a drunken laugh. God I was horrified. Here was one of the people I most wanted to make a good showing for and Charles had already fucked that up.

"Uhh, no" Travis said, honestly, as I took him in. He was not the awkward teenager I had once had my heart set on. He was different, better.

"Hey Travis," I said with a exasperated smile and an eye roll at my embarrassment of a boyfriend. Charles pushed past me holding his hand out to Travis.

"Charles Thompson," he said like he was meeting a client.

"Hey, Travis, Travis Lafayette," my old flame said shaking Charles' hand.

"Travis we should catch up but we were just heading upstairs" I said putting my arm around Charles and trying to guide him, unsuccessfully, to the elevator door.

"Oh yeah sure" Travis said kindly, as I could feel our old flame rekindling. We had come so close but never quiet made it. I had thought of that afternoon and cursed Lisa's name many times for finding us, and stopping what could have been wonderful on that grassy hill. I had wondered how it would be. I had even fantasized about meeting up here and finally satisfying those raging teen hormones we never forget.

"Now hold on honey," Charles broke away from me and stepped to Travis. I rolled my eyes for Travis' benefit. I noticed a wedding ring on his finger as Charles began slurring again.

"You knew little Vicki, I mean Victoria, here back in high school?" Charles asked. I went by Victoria in high school but in college Vicki somehow stuck.

"Yeah you could say that" Travis said smiling at me. He was so sweet still.

"Did ya get a good feel of those beautiful tits Trav?" Charles slurred obnoxiously as they both stared at my chest.

Travis was not so much embarrassed as disappointed. "I won't keep ya'll, have a good night. He can catch up tomorrow," Travis said and with that the elevator door opened. I pulled Charles in and as the door was closing and Charles stumbled into the corner oblivious, I looked out with a sad look. Travis was still looking at me and held up his fingers "five" "o" "three".

"You dated that guy?" Charles said with a disgust in his tone. "I am going to have to reconsider some things" then burst out laughing. He never seemed to separate what he said to his old fraternity pals and me. I guess it comes with the territory.

I helped Charles to our room and let him fall on to the king sized bed. He was asleep before his head his the bedspread. I was annoyed and awake and strangely horny having seen Travis. God he looked good and he gave me his room number.

What was I supposed to do? He is married but he gave me his room number? Should I call? Should I go down? Maybe if I went back down he would still be around. I decided Charles was out and having seen him like this before he would be asleep until the morning. I knew Charles starting to drink on the plane would end badly and early, and it had. It was only ten. I decided to head back downstairs and see what was up.


I stopped in the bathroom and touched up my makeup and hair and smoothed my dress. I looked damn good and deserved better than a drunk who passed out.

I rode the elevator down imagining what I would say to Travis. As the door opened Travis and his very pregnant wife were waiting. Travis and I froze as his wife noticed and said, "are you going to introduce me?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry. Victoria this is my wife, Julie," he said awkwardly, looking very surprised to see me. I held out my hand to shake her's and said, "it is nice to meet you. I knew Travis in high school. You are lucky girl," I added with a smile and a glance at her belly. She ran her hand over it most pregnant women do.

"Oh thanks, yeah he is pretty great" she said in a simple country way.

"Don't let me keep you" I said stepping to the side and letting them in to the elevator as I slipped out.

Married and pregnant I though to myself as the elevator closed and I headed to the bar.

I sat down and ordered a cosmo. Brett Jones was there. He had never left and had a position as the school coach. He was a big popular jock in school but now he was pretty much a loser. A beer belly and receding hairline.

"Hey Victoria, lonely?" he said clearly having put away his fair share of the keg.

"Hey Brett, no, just about to head up. Have a good night." I said nicely but clear that wanted to be left alone.

What was I supposed to do with that number? I could not imagine why he gave it to me? I finished my cosmo and ordered another having a few random conversations with people until I decided to call it a night and head up to my room, with my jerk boyfriend.

 

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"Wow," Julie said as the elevator doors closed. "And I thought I was huge. Wow."

I was tempted to echo her sentiment. Julie was no slouch in the breast department and her pregnancy had inflated those by a significant amount. But Victoria had even Julie's milk-swollen orbs surpassed by a sizable margin.

Still, I had been married long enough to recognize that it was not wise to acknowledge the sexual appeal of other women. I held my tongue.

"So that's the one you used to date? Geez, what do those things look she look like without a bra?"

So much for staying out of it. "Yeah," I replied. "We dated for a few months that towards the end of senior year. But I never saw her with her clothes off."

Julie raised an eyebrow. "One deep breath and that dress explodes. You're telling me she never gave you a peek?"

I sighed; I really didn't want to talk about this. "Victoria didn't dress like that back in high school. Like I said, our town was pretty conservative and good girls wore their skirts below the knee. We made out a bit, but that's as far as it went."

I wasn't being entirely forthcoming. True, we'd never done anything with clothes off, but Victoria and I had plenty of physical contact. I'd fondled those glorious tits through her blouse every time she'd let me. Victoria had been too intimidated by size to let my cock out of my jeans, but she'd certainly ground up against the denim-trapped monster till she moaned with delight. I figured that Julie didn't need that mental imagery.

Fortunately, our return to the hotel room proved sufficient distraction to shift the conversation away from my former girlfriend. She called this fleeting attention span "pregnancy brain". I was just glad to have it work in my favor.

Less fortunately, being in a hotel did nothing to affect her routine. Julie sat down on the bed and groaned softly. "Ah, it feels good to get off my feet. I'm just worn out. Help me out of my clothes."

I did as requested. Julie's big belly tended to make her run warm, so she slept in her bra and panties. When she was down to her undies, she sighed with relief and flopped onto her side.

I resisted the urge to sigh as well. I thought my wife's pregnancy curves were damn sexy, but I knew that the half stiffy in my pants wasn't going to get any attention from my wife tonight..

I lay down on ty the opposite side of the bed, but I wasn't quite ready to sleep yet. I flicked on the TV to watch Sportscenter.

"Do you have to have the TV on? I'm really tired."

I resisted the urge to sigh. She's pregnant, got to give her some slack. "I'm not tired yet. I'm going to go down to the bar and watch it so you can get some sleep."

"Mmmm-kay," Julie murmured drowsily.

I left the room and went down to the hotel bar. With a beer in hand, I settled down to watch. But after a few minutes, someone sat down next to me. I turned to find my curvaceous former girlfriend sitting on the stool next to me.

"Hey Victoria," I said. I glanced around, but didn't see her obnoxious fiance. "Where's your fiancé? Charles, right?"

 

[cybal]

Hearing my name, I turned expecting another half drunk classmate hitting on me. I was pleasantly surprised to see Travis.

"Hey Travis," I said as I felt an easy smile come across my face like we were back in Mr. Hill's history class.

"Yeah, it's Charles and he is sleeping it off. I am sorry about that. He is a good guy, just started a little early on the plane coming down this evening," I explained, trying to save face for my situation. God, I was jealous of him. I have everything the material world can provide and I am jealous of Travis and his ballooned simpleton wife. My head spun with emotions and desires all muddled with the vodka.

"Is Julie feeling OK?" I asked.

"Why did I ask about his wife? his pregnant wife?" I thought, irritated with myself. Then I thought, "What am I trying to pick up the husband of a pregnant woman?" My head was a mess, probably the Cosmos but I was definitely pleased to see him.

"Yeah, she is just tired, as usual" he trailed off sounding a little annoyed.

I looked back at him only to find his eyes on my chest bulging up in my red dress, just as I had hoped it would. I waited for him to realize I was looking at him. It only took a moment. He turned the same blush red he did ten years back. I blushed as well and turned back to my Cosmo draining the red concoction as the sexual tension between us was as intense as it had been on that grassy spot all those years ago.

I got the bartenders attention, and signaled for my check. I charged it to the room and then got down off the bar stool. My heels were not as steady after the drinks but Travis steadied me with his hand on arm. His skin against mine was warm and soft, strong and confident.

I looked up at him a little embarrassed and then said, "I need a cigarette, care to join me?"

 

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"No, I gave up cigars," I replied. "Baby on the way." I shrugged. One of many sacrifices made towards being a parent.

I shifted in my seat. Not every sacrifice was as easy as others. Sitting next to Victoria at the bar, it was impossible not to notice her magnificent figure. Her waist seemed as slender as a decade ago. Given my current lack of a sexual outlet, physical proximity to a gorgeous ex-girlfriend was almost taunting to my libido.

I turned my thoughts back to the situation before me. "Well, have a nice night," I said with a small wave.

"Wait a sec, though," I added. "I'm just curious: when did you go blonde? I mean, it suits you, but I thought you loved being a redhead."

 

[cybal]

"In Chicago if you want to be noticed you need to be blonde," I explained feeling a little dirty and shallow. What I said next shocked even me. I would like to blame it on the Cosmos but in reality I had fantasized about Travis for a long time and wasn't going to let this chance walk away.

"I am not blonde everywhere, if that makes you feel better?" I said. I did not look away but stared into his eyes as if to make my point more obvious.

"I guess you better run along to your wife and kid" my tone souring.

"Would he take a pass on something we had both wanted so much? I could see it in his eyes he wants it too" I thought to myself waiting the long seconds for his response.

 

[saedo]

Victoria's subtle hint that the curtains might not match the drapes made me grin despite myself.

"Well, I wouldn't know about that," I retorted. "If you recall, you and I never made it that far back in the day." I was immediately glad that Julie wasn't around; I imagined she'd have some choice words to say about me talking with my ex-girlfriend about the color of her bush, even in jest.

Victoria gave me a stare, then said " "I guess you better run along to your wife and kid." She sounded displeased, though I couldn't puzzle why.

"Daughter," I responded. "In three months, anywise. But no, I'm gonna hang out down here for a bit. Julie likes to go to bed early these days and I'd only keep her up if I had the lights on. I'll wait a while till I'm ready to hit the hay before I go up. She'll be fast asleep by then."

I glanced at the chair next to me. "You're welcome to sit here and keep me company if you feel like it. But I don't want to keep you from your fiance if you need to get back."

 

[cybal]

"Well" I said with my face slowly turning to a smile. "I do want a cigarette. Sure you won't come outside and keep me company?" I said with my best flirtatious eye flutter. I leaned into his ear a little off balance and steadied myself on his thigh. I breathed "I won't tell if you don't." letting my hand linger on his thigh a moment two longer than was needed.

"A little girl like me needs a big strong man to watch out for me in a bad neighborhood like this" I protested. The Hilton was not in the best neighborhood but Greenview was also not the Gotham I was accustom to. I just wanted to get him outside, away from the leering and peering eyeballs surrounding us.

 

[saedo]

I rolled my eyes at the request. The Hilton was located next to the state highway along with the smattering of national chain restaurants that were the only gave any indication that anything here had been built since the 1950s. The notion that this sleepy backwater had such a crime rate as to make standing outside a risky endeavor was ludicrous.

I considered refusing. Being supportive of Julie through the various trials and tribulations of pregnancy meant enduring plenty of female nuttiness already. I didn't need to tack on Victoria's as well.

Still, I knew I shouldn't take my frustrations out on essentially a stranger. I hadn't entirely abandoned the notions of chivalry from my small town upbringing. "Fine," I muttered. "I'll go outside with you. But I'm standing upwind; I don't want to smell like smoke."

 

[cybal]

"thanks Trav for coming outside with me," I say using the nickname I used with you when we dated. I walk in front of you swinging my hips seductively as I can without being too obvious. It is a beautiful night with a half moon once we get past teh harsh lighting of the entrance to the hotel. You are following me as I walk around the corner where there is a bench and a small courtyard with a swing set.

I sit in the swing and begin to swing smiling at you. "I don't really smoke," I tell you with a friendly look. "I just wanted to get you outside so we could talk." I watch you for any response to my admission but you are playing your cards pretty close to the vest.

"You turned out alright Trav," I say appreciating your mature way and lack of standard come on lines. "Julie is a lucky girl." I swing and look off into the night sky hoping you are taking a second look at me, hoping for a come on line.

"This whole reunion thing has really set me to thinkin'" I say as I am still looking far off into the night sky. "I mean, how different things could have turned out, ya know? What if's are pointless for sure but they can be fun too. I mean, what if Lisa had not come looking for me that afternoon on the hill?" I turn immediately looking for a reaction, trying not to be too obvious. "Ya know? Who knows?" I muse looking back into the night.

 

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"How different might things have turned out?" I echoed. "Probably not at all, Victoria. Not at all."

"I mean, sure, back in high school losing your virginity seems like the be all and end all of existence. But a decade later, does it really matter all that much? I mean really?"

"It's not like our paths would have changed. I was still headed across the country from you; even if we had tried to stay together, the long distance would have killed it. We'd have still gone our separate ways, probably ended up just as we are now."

I let silence settle for a moment. "Still, might have been nice." I chuckled. "I can't count how many times you got me hard as a rock only to send me home with a giant case of blue balls because you wouldn't let either of us take off any clothing. Just once might have been nice."

 

[cybal]

Travis' words settled on me like a early fall snow, both cool and exciting for the change in the air. I smiled and pushed myself on the swing thinking back on those nights in my bed touching myself with thoughts of our clothes disappearing between in the basement and feeling a man for the first time inside me.

"That is true," I said softly fearing any fantasy of fucking my long lost love from high school disappeared into a simple life of a wife and child.

"I bet it would have been fun," I said looking up into his face, then letting my eyes slide down his body to what appeared to be a rather thick bulge in his pants. I glanced towards the corner of the building seeing no one around my eyes returned to his and my hand reached out. Something I could never imagine before the events going so badly tonight.

"Nothing to lose" I whispered as my fingers reached the pleats of your pants, seconds from feeling that bulge.

 

[saedo]

I flinched back as Victoria's hand suddenly pressed against my inner thigh. She wasn't quite touching my crotch, but it was close enough for me instinctively nervous.

I immediately glanced around to make sure the coast was clear. Super hot blonde teases married guy sounded like a setup, even if the blonde was an ex.

"Uh, Victoria, what are you doing? I know we've both been drinking, but c'mon, that kind of joke isn't all that funny."

 

[cybal]

I looked at him still no real sign of rejection, other than his empty words.

"I am making up for all those lonely nights. I can make up for your current lonely night. You can give me the reason I came tonight." There is was out. I finally confronted Travis with my desire and reason for coming. I could see his face was blank as he processed what i had said.

"I never wanted Charles to come with me," I continued, trying to make my case. "I fantasized about coming here alone and luring you to my room where I could finally have what I had only fantasized all these years." I paused and let it all sink in then moved my hand up towards his zipper. I wanted this so much. It was so illicit, so taboo, another woman's husband, a father to be, an old almost lover from a time when our bodies were young and so full of curiosity and hormones.

My fingers felt his hardness through the soft pants. I felt him throb as my palm pressed against him.

"Trav I want to give you everything you ever imagined and more" I sighed as my fingers traced the outline of his fully engaged cock. "I will get another room and we can have hours of uninterrupted physical love. No strings, all secret, just you and me alone, finally." I finished removing my hands from him and sitting back. My nipples rock hard in my dress. My panties soaked from my presentation. I sat back and waited for his answer.

 

[saedo]

I backed away. "Victoria! What the hell are you talking about?! I'm married! You're engaged! This is crazy!"

Her sudden aggressiveness had taken me off guard. One moment we were waxing nostalgic and the next she was pawing at my crotch and talking about getting a room together.

I glanced around the empty outdoor area. "Is this some kind of prank? It is, isn't it? You get me all hot and bothered and then Lisa pops up just like a decade ago? Is that what this is?"

 

[cybal]

"No Trav, I swear!" I say trying to regain control of the situation. "I want you, physically, that is all I can have, I know, but it is something that has haunted me. I have fantasizes, ya know? Sometimes with Charles I see your face. With other men I have imagined it is you. Please Travis, I have never begged for a man to take me to bed, at least not until now," I say as my voice is desperate and I know it. Tears fill my eyes, I am not sure if it is embarrassment or the rejection I am sensing. I look away afraid to look at his face, afraid to see him say "no".

Staring off into the night I sigh "no one will ever know. It wil be our secret." I plead, trying to convince the man I have wanted for so many years to finally take me, make love to me, have me with no strings attached, no morning awkwardness. Just plain and simple adulterous physical love.

I finally gather the courage to look at him for my answer.