"It's a beautiful evening" I thought to myself as I sat on my rooftop and watched as the sun began to set, staining the few remaining clouds in delicate shades of red and orange. No artist alive could capture the natural beauty of such a sight and as I appreciated that beauty, I allowed my thoughts to drift amoungst themselves.
It had only been a few days since I had broken-up with my woman, and I was yearning for her tender touch. Just thinking of her soft, delicate fingertips and long nails on my back and the warmth of her mouth pressed against mine brought a sudden pang of emotion to my heart that I wasn't perpared for.
Instead of blocking out the intensity of emotions that now flowed through my heart, I submitted to them and remembered all the times that we'd spent laughing together, sharing good times and of course, our love-making.
No matter where our relationship stood, be it on firm or shaky ground, our love-making was always incredible. We were always left breathing hard and in a state of euphoria just holding each other in the after-glow. How I missed the way her body moved beneath mine and the way her whole body tensed and shook as the intense orgasms rushed through her. How I missed driving her wild with just my fingertips and by laying gentle wet kisses on every inch of her skin. How I missed making love to her, and all the little things that came with it.
That part of my life was now over and even though I wanted to go back to it, I knew that I never could. These thoughts clouded my mind as I saw the last rays of light dipping below the horizon and I sat in the twilight, lonely and with a yearning for the fulfillment that only a woman can satisfy.
I was startled when I heard a woman's voice behind me. I turned my head and there stood Angela with a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and two glasses with ice in the other. Just like her to show up when I needed a friend and some comfort. I smiled realising that she'd always been there to pick me up when I was down.
"You look like you could use a drink" she said to me, understanding exactly what was on my mind.
"Thanks" I said as I took the bottle from her and drank a few swallows of the dark and fiery liquid.
"Hey, slow down there before you keel over, I brought the glasses for a reason" she said laughing.
"Thanks for the concern, but I'm drowning my sorrows tonight" I said and I smiled back at her.
She took the bottle from me and sat down next to me, pouring us each a drink over the ice in the glasses. When she handed me my glass our hands touched briefly and we smiled at each other. We'd been the best of friends for a few years, but nothing had progressed beyond that even though I'll admit that I'd considered trying at least a few times.
I knew that she was also nursing a heart-ache, a relationship with an abusive boyfriend that had taken all of her strength and courage to walk away from. It had been a few weeks but her confidence was growing again and that radiant woman that I had first met was re-appearing again.
We sat talking and drinking, sharing everything with each other as we always did, taking comfort from each other's company and when the bottle lay empty next to us, we realised just how long we had been sitting there. By now the alcohol had worked its way into my bloodstream and I was definitely feeling the mellowed out effects.
"Well that just wont do", Angela said as she started to stand up.
The alcohol had taken its effects on her too. I saw her sway gently from side to side, trying to gain her balance as she reached her feet.
"I have another bottle downstairs if you're interested?" she said and I saw her sly smile and the plain invitation written on her face.
I wasn't sure how to re-act. Here was a woman that I considered a really close friend inviting me back to her apartment for more than just a drink.
"Coming?" she asked sweetly.
