It had been so long since I'd seen her.  She was almost exactly the same.  Long blonde hair, well muscled, adorable pout, feminine/earthy scent.  Something about her was different though, something I couldn't quite figure out.

We met at my favorite coffee shop in the old part of town.  She sat facing the door talking to a perfect stranger about a book while waiting for her tea to cool.  I had almost expected that.  She wore light blue jeans that clung seductively to her hips and ass.  A tight, black spaghetti strap tank-top and a matching black army hat.  As the stranger left I sat across from her and took in the wonderful coffee smell.  I looked at her book while she explained it, tried to keep the conversation light.

We both had different ideas about how the night was going to go.  Neither of us expected me to go home till the morning, but she was expecting more than I was planning on giving.  As we walked to my car she jumped on my back and quoted some television show or comedian.  When we arrived at my car I sat her down on the hood and leaned back into her warmth.  She nuzzled my neck, her blonde hair falling over my shoulder. Her teeth grazed my ear and I pulled away.  I knew from that moment that my idea of the night was a foolish thing to think.

Skip a couple hours ahead. There was the mad dash down I-95 and then through the city streets, and the amazing parallel parking skills everyone wishes they had. The tiny apartment kitchen has been cleaned along with numerous moldy glasses from the bedroom. The cat has been fed and given her shot. Her roommate is getting ready to go to sleep and I’m sitting on her twin bed looking up porn sites.

She does the standard, ‘I’m disgusted but can’t look away’ action and wrestles me to close the window. It’s just like when we were younger only when we pause with our faces inches apart there is a different kind of tension.

I bite at the air between us and roll away. I’m hoping to get past that and salvage my plan for the night, cuddles only. Sensing my plan she pushes me onto my back and gets a well placed knee between my legs. My eyes flutter and I get out only part of a word.

            Skip another hour ahead. She’s under me, her eyes locked on mine, her lips parted practically panting. Her hands grasped my hips and dragged nails down my back. Her hips rocked against my hand. She moaned loud just the way I always liked it.

            I graze her lips with mine. We share the air for a moment, our eyes locking and breaths mingling. She tips her head forward and tries to catch my lips but I pull away. I tease her like that until I feel her body tense under mine. She finally catches my lips.

            Skip eight hours ahead. I’m in the front yard of your house making small talk with your dad. I had left her apartment and rushed over. It had been less than a month since the break up and we had plans. You weren’t there though. I had felt bad about spending the night with her. You didn’t warn me though so the bad feeling went away.