The Reunion pt1

I cannot freakin believe I'm doing this. I simply cannot believe that I'm riskin life and limb to do this shit. If she finds out about this I will get the ass whoopin of my adult life, not to mention I'm going to instantly become single. I mean what do I really need to do this for? What do I have to prove to myself? I'm soooo over it...right? Right?

Shit! I only brought a new outfit because I've lost a few pounds and nothing fits right. I mean there isn’t anything special about that. And of course, I had to have shoes to go with it, and this is my regular week to get my hair done anyway. So what's the big deal?

Its just dinner...a harmless meal. Appetizer, dinner, desert, a drink or two. I mean, I see nothing wrong with that. So what she and I used to have dinners like this all the time and then go home and blow each others' backs out. Damn....that shit was fantastic. But I digress, that's ancient history. We are friends now..that's all.

I haven't seen her since we sold our condo two years ago, I came here to Florida and she got a job across the country. I'm almost afraid to see her now, she's makin serious money and has all the elite friends. Who am I? I'm just a nobody compared to them, something that used to be, someone from another time and place.

She'll probably be drivin a big car and wearing some fancy clothes. Dinner was her idea, she wanted to treat. I agreed to split everything. She wouldn’t hear of it. I swear I think I’m going to throw up.

What the hell do I have to be nervous about. This is the woman that had diarrhea for four days when we came back from Mexico and was so weak that I had to clean her ass. What the hell do I have to be nervous about? Dammit I feel like a damn teenager on a first date. This shit is soooo foolish.

Oh lord...she's here! Okay, okay, calm down, don’t throw up, and act like you don’t give a shit.

In the name of all things great and small! She's still perfect. Looks like she's gained a couple pounds. ALL IN HER ASS And HIPS! I can't do this...I’m too weak...I’m not ready! Her dreads are longer, down her back now. I remember when she started them, that beginning stage was so ugly.

Damn...the gray pinstriped slacks were fittin just right. Not too tight, but just loose enuff and the shirt were beautiful. I'm sure the cufflinks were real diamonds. She has a wonderful way of doing that, balancing a touch of fem class with her soft stud aggressiveness. I really need to gain control.

"Well hello stranger. You look really good." She had no idea how good she looked. "It's been a long time...well, long enough."

"No, you're the one that looks good. You've lost weight? And your hair, it’s so long now." The way she was eyeing me was making me really nervous.

"Umm, you ready?" I wanted to get out of here fast, I needed to be out in public.

"Well, our reservation isn’t until six and it's only a quarter to five. How about we catch up for a minute.?" She walked in like she freakin lived here. But that’s her, she comes in and just takes over.

"Okay, well as you can see I'm doing okay...I like the place and my new promotion is going well." I could see her scanning the place for signs of another female. and BINGO she found em.

"Now, unless things have changed your pretty uppity ass does not wear Timbs or Jordans, so that would lead me to believe that some else either lives here or stays over quite frequently." She had a sly ass grin on her face and I was startin to sweat.

"Does it really matter miss? I mean I'm sure you entertain quite frequently as well. Everyone needs companionship." I really wanted to move on.

"And good head." Man, she knows I’m not comfortable with this. "So, where is she? Will I get to meet my replacement?" Whet the hell? Is she crazy?

"No, you will not. I really do not think she would approve.

"Does she know about me, about us?" She was not gonna let this go.

"Okay, why does any of this matter? Yes, she knows about you. We don’t keep anything from each other." I was startin to get annoyed now. "Do you want to have dinner or do an expose on my social life"

"How about we order in and I continue the interview?" She was tryin to be a smartass. "Okay...okay...well at least tell me where she is and how you managed to get out with me.

"If your nosey ass must know, she is in Jersey visiting her mom." I hoped this would end this conversation.

"Damn...I would love to see her...oh well, let’s go beautiful." Fuck....I wish she wouldn't do that.

My inner voice was telling me not to even continue on with this adventure...and about four seconds later I found out why.

I got up from the table where we were sitting and grabbed my jacket, She followed. As I went to open the door she was so close that I could feel her heat, yet we were not quite touching. The closeness was familiar and scary at the same time. The comforting smell of sandalwood made me dizzy and I felt like I was moving in slow motion. She moved closer and her pelvis was pressed against my ass. Her breasts were against my back and she put her hands around my waist.

"You know I never stopped loving you." She whispered in my ear and my knees got weak. "I only wanted to see you, make sure that you were doing well. But now that I'm here and see you ..all the familiar feelings are overwhelming. Do you know I cried everyday for two weeks after I left. I thought that I wanted to be by myself, to embark on this new journey. I was so afraid that I would be missing something if I took you with me. Don’t ask me what that is, because believe me I still don’t know. There have been so many times I wanted to call you and yell out to you to please forgive me, take me back, love me again. But I couldn't, you know me and my pride. Baby, I realized too late that I let my soul mate go."

"I’m so damn jealous." She pressed against me harder and began to move her hips a little. Oh God I'm going to cry in a minute. "I hate the thought of her lying next you. Her mouth bringing you pleasure, her hands tracing the paths that I carved. Kissing my lips. yes, my lips. No matter what you do, or where you go, you belong to me, and I to you. You can't deny that. Look at me"

She turned me to face her, I didn’t want her to see my tears. When I lifted my head she was crying too.