Reconnecting (Part 1)

I put down my peppermint tea for a moment and look around the foodcourt. I just arrived in this college town a few days ago, and I'm feeling so lost. Maybe moving here was a mistake. Most of my time here has been spent clinging to the one person I know. Tonight, however, she has "a seriously important work thing" and so I'm on my own. I take another sip and finish my tea. Damn it. What am I going to do now? I've already circled through the mall three times and I can't afford to get another tea. I have absolutely no idea what to do with myself. I don't know anyone in this town and I've never been good at making friends. I take out my phone in an effort to look busy.

"Julia?"

I look up. Who in this godforsaken town knows my name? To my surprise, I see a familiar face standing in front of me! His t-shirt exposes his perfectly toned arms, and his messy light hair sticks out a bit from underneath his baseball cap. It's my ex-boyfriend, David, who I haven't seen in years. Our romance was short but epic—well, as epic as a high school romance can be. Now he stands with a perplexing confidence. I almost don't recognise him like this. The awkward lanky boy I once dated is gone. I still see a trace of the shy smile I used to know... or maybe it's just my imagination. Either way, he's certainly grown into his looks!

"David!" I exclaim, going in for a hug. "So good to see a friendly face!" With our chests pressed together, I try not to notice how muscular his body is, but I do. I'm only human after all. I pull away and ask "What are you doing here?"

"I live here," he says with a chuckle. "Moved here for the music program. I've been here for almost two years, Julia. Honestly, I'm a little offended you didn't notice I was gone," he jokes.

"It's not my fault you're so unmemorable," I say teasingly. He laughs and looks at me with those eyes. So deeply brown, so deeply familiar, and yet different some how. We stay there looking at each other for a beat longer than we probably should. I can't believe how fast all these old feelings flood back into my heart. The energy is almost palpable. If I'm not mistaken, he feels it too. Without thinking I reach out and softly brush his hand. He pulls his hand away and clears his throat. My heart drops just a little bit.

"Listen," he says, looking down, "I should go. I've gotta get home to feed Spot."

"Oh... of course," I say. Ouch. I must have misread things. How embarrassing. I grab my empty cup of tea and quickly sit back down. "I've got to finish this tea anyway. I'll see you later, I guess."

"You could come with me if you want. I'm sure Spot would love to see you," he says. "Although, by all means, if you'd prefer to sit alone drinking imaginary tea, be my guest."

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The drive back to David's place brings back memories. We used to spend hours driving nowhere together. This car ride is different though. Both of his hands are on the steering wheel. When we were dating, he would drive with only his left hand so that I could hold his right hand in mine. I would plant soft kisses on his palm and intertwine my fingers in with his. Then his hand would end up on my thigh or between my legs somehow. He looks up at me and I realise I've been staring. I quickly avert my gaze out the window.

"So," I say "I just moved out here a few days ago. I'm living with Mary actually. You remember Mary, my best friend?

"Yeah," he says "I remember Mary. You two were inseparable in high school."

We start talking about the people we knew in high school. This seems to break the ice a little.

We arrive at his place and he opens the door for me. He always was a gentleman. As I walk through the door, I see the fluffiest ball of black fur bounding towards me at full speed. It's Spot! He jumps up and licks my face.

"Spot I missed you so much!" I exclaim and stoop down to pet him.

"He obviously missed you too!" David laughs, walking across the room and filling Spot's dishes. Spot's ears perk up at the sound of food and he runs over. I follow. David pats Spot's head and then stands up to face me. We laugh and it feels just like old times.

"He was just a puppy last time I saw him. How old is he now?" I ask.

"He's about five," says David, with a shy crooked smile "But clearly he still acts like a puppy."

Again, I catch a glimpse of the smile I once fell in love with. Just like last time, we stare at each other much longer than is socially acceptable. I can't help it, he has this amazing look in his eyes, like he's really pondering something. I wonder if he feels the tension like I do. I look up at his baseball cap and remember how much I loved to run my fingers through his hair. I wonder if it feels the same. His jawline firmly frames but doesn't overwhelm his features. I really wanna kiss him, right there, on his neck, where he used to love it. Better yet, I want to feel him kissing me. His muscular shoulders are a little too big for his shirt, showing off his physique. Then I see something peeking out of his sleeve.

"Is that a tattoo?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says.

I slowly reach out to roll his sleeve away but I stop myself. Last time I touched him, he pulled away from me. Not wanting to embarrass myself again, I put my hand back down.

Maybe it's my imagination but when I take my hand away he almost looks disappointed. A moment passes in silence and then David takes a small step closer to me. He doesn't break eye contact. All thoughts of embarrassment leave my mind and all I can think about is how close he is to me.

"Would you like to see the whole thing?" he says slowly, choosing his words carefully. His voice is intoxicating.

"Yes."

He slowly pulls his t-shirt up over his head, and then places it on the ground next to him. Oh my god. My eyes travel down his firm muscular abdomen and slowly back up to his chest and then his shoulder. His tattoo is almost as breathtaking as his body. It's a staff with music notes and it covers his shoulder and collarbone. I can't help myself; I take a step closer. We are now only a foot apart. The electricity is crazy intense right now. I look back up to his eyes. My heart is beating a mile a minute, but I try to appear calm and collected.

"It's amazing," I say and I cautiously reach my hand out and softly touch his tattoo. His breath catches a little but he doesn't pull away. The fact that I'm close enough to hear his breathing fills my stomach with butterflies. I trace his tattoo seductively with my finger and then place my other hand flat on his chest. My heart is beating so hard, I think it might explode. He reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear. His hands move slowly as if he's trying not to shatter such a fragile moment. We stand there, looking into each other's eyes, for one electric moment. His hand in my hair, my hands on his chest.

"Do you want to kiss me?" I ask, finally breaking the silence.

"I really do," he says, grabbing my face lightly in this hands. His lips come down to meet mine. His lips feel soft yet strong and familiar yet changed. He sensually traces my mouth with his tongue. He was always a great kisser. Our kisses quickly grow more intense and I lightly bite his bottom lip. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer into me. I can feel his bare chest against me and it's driving me crazy. I feel him wrap his muscular arms around my waste and pull my shirt off. It only breaks the kiss for a second before his lips passionately rejoin mine. He kisses me deeply and his tongue traces the inside of my mouth. Suddenly he lifts me up, wraps my legs around around his waist, and carries me to his kitchen counter. He holds me up like I weigh nothing and doesn't break our kiss. I can't believe how hot this is! He sits me down on the counter and my legs don't quite touch the ground. I could stay here forever, my feet dangling, his hands all over me, and my hands all over him.

"I want you," I say breathlessly

He reaches back and unhooks my bra in one swift motion. He must have gotten a lot of practice because it always took him six or seven tries to remove my bra. He forcefully tosses it to the kitchen floor.

"I want you too," he says sexily, then kisses me more urgently this time.

I break our kiss for a moment, coming up for air, but he doesn't stop. He kisses my cheek and then down my neck and on my collarbone. I love being kissed there. I lean back slightly and rest my weight on my hands. His mouth feels so good all over me. I want to feel him kiss every inch of my body. He takes my breasts in his hands and massages and squeezes them. He rolls and flicks my nipples in his fingers. I can feel myself getting wetter. Oh God! Before I know it, a moan escapes my lips.

"Mmmmmm."

His mouth leaves my body and he looks me in the eye, with a strong, confident, sexy look. He reaches down, unzips my jeans, pulls them down my legs seductively and then throws them on the ground. He starts rubbing his hands up and down my inner thighs, making me writhe with anticipation. He looks down between my legs and then back up at me and smiles. I must be leaking through my panties by now.

"You're so hot," he says pulling my soaking underwear away. "I wanna taste you." His forwardness shocks me. I've never heard him talk like that... but I like it. My stomach flips, the butterflies come back, and I can't seem to get the words out. All I can manage is a nod. David flashes me a wicked smile and then crouches down slowly. I'm sitting in front of him on the kitchen counter, and when he stoops down, his face is level with my pussy. My pussy is soaking wet and begging for him to touch me.

I feel him kiss me down there. He pulls my legs further apart and his tongue strokes me. He kisses my clit and it feels so good I might explode. He uses his tongue to circle repetitively and steadily around my clit. He slowly picks up the pace and applies a little more pressure. I can feel the pleasure building between my legs. He slips one finger inside me and makes that motion that I love so much. With his fingers inside me, and his mouth on my clit, I can feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I can't help myself, I throw my head back and let out a moan. With one hand I grab his hair and push his head harder against my pussy. I tangle my other hand through his soft hair. The sight of his messy light hair between my legs is so hot it pushes me closer. I bring my hands up to play with my breasts.

"You're gonna make me come!" I exclaim with another moan

He increases the speed and pressure of his mouth and slips a second finger inside of me. The feel of his fingers skilfully working inside me combined with his mouth and my hands is too much for me too handle. It feels so good. I feel the pressure build, and my muscles tighten. Then it happens. My muscles start to pulse and an explosion of pleasure rushes through my whole body.

"David!" I moan, my body still shaking with pleasure.

He stands up in front of me, flashes me a wicked grin, and licks his wet fingers. I tangle my hands through his hair once again and pull him into a kiss. His hair feels longer than I remembered. My hands begin to wander down his neck, over his chest, down his stomach. I realise he still has his pants on.

"Take those offm" I say, and I point to his pants. He obeys. He pulls of his pants and then his boxers. He's hard as a rock.

"Lay down," I command, gesturing to the kitchen floor. He does. He lays flat on his back and looks up at me. I hop down to the floor, and straddle him. I look him in the eyes as I reach down and stroke him in my hand. His mouth hangs open just a little and he takes a sharp breath in. Then I position myself just right and hold him right at my entrance. I slowly lower myself down onto his penis. I feel myself stretch just a little to accommodate him. I can feel him enter me, inch by inch and it feels so good to have him fill me up. When he's all the way inside of me I look down at David to see that he's loving this just as much as I am... maybe more. I rock my hips back and forth and put my hands on my thighs for stability. David reaches his hands up to cup my breasts. He breathes faster faster as I pick up the pace of my hips.

"Julia," he says breathlessly "If we don't slow down, I'm gonna come."

I take his hands and place them on my hips so he has control.

"Come for me," I whisper, "Come inside me David."

That's it for him. He completely loses control. He grabs my hips and moves me up and down on him. He begins slamming up into me roughly, and it feels so amazing. I look down to see his muscular body working beneath me. I bring my hands up and play with my breasts and then run them through my hair. I know he's watching me.

"Fuck!" he moans "I'm gonna- Ahh" His face twists with pleasure and I feel my pussy fill with liquid.

I collapse next to him on the kitchen floor. We lay there catching our breath for a minute. We were always so good at sex. Maybe we could be friends with benefits or something. I snuggle up next to him and run my hand through his messy hair one more time. Maybe this town wasn't so bad after all.

"I'm sorry I called you unmemorable earlier," I say, "It'll be hard to forget tonight. You were amazing!" He looks over at me with that same look in his eye.

"I love you," he says

What?!

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End of Part 1