'Knock, knock' went the door behind me. I stared for a moment in frustration at my computer before sighing to myself and moving towards the door.
"Coming!" I shouted, unnecessarily loud. I reached for the door handle expecting to see one of my neighbours, asking me if they could borrow my internet connection or some technical question about why there computer wasn't working, directed at me simple because I worked with computers.
So needless to say, my reaction was complete surprise when she was stood there.
"Oh my god, wow, how are you?" Were the first words that jumped out of my mouth. I leaned towards her and kissed her on both cheeks.
"I'm not too bad thank you, I'm sorry to just appear like this but I needed to get away and I thought you might be about tonight, is this ok?" She questioned.
My mind slowly moved over the work I'd hoped to get finished but I didn't expect that she'd be here for too long. Plus I hadn't seen her in person for over a year and I at least owed her an hour of my time to catch up.
"No please, its absolutely fine, a nice surprise actually, please come in." I opened the door wider and she moved inside, smiling at me sweetly as she passed. "Would you like a drink? I have a beautiful Sauvignon from New Zealand, its got a great Quincy after-taste."
"I'm driving but one glass won't hurt, if you're sure that's ok," she asked me.
I smiled at her and left the room to fetch the wine, when I came back she'd taken off her coat and was sat on the edge of the bed. I could now absorb her appearance and noticed she was wearing leather-faded brown boots, with a black skirt that went past her knees and had that jagged effect with un even cuts made into the material. She wore a white top and I couldn't help but notice she was wearing a black bra underneath. She had always had beautiful breasts, the perfect shape and they always had the power to turn me on. I would often marvel at them when we'd been together before.
She sat with one leg crossed over the other, rocking it slightly and her hands behind her supporting her on the bed. She leant back slightly which caused her chest to stick out more and I felt a slight shot of electricity run through my crotch.
"Thank you honey," she smiled at me as I handed over a nice full glass of wine.
"So..." I began, as I sat on the computer chair and moved it to face her. "What brings you to my neck of the words?"
"Oh nothing much, I just needed to escape for a little while, you know, have some time to ponder about one's life." She quietly chuckled to herself. I laughed a little too.
"I see, are these the musings of a certain boy?" I smiled gently at her.
"How did you guess?" She mock questioned me.
"Well I know things have moved quite fast between the two of you, so I'm not surprised you have to take time to re-adjust yourself." She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment then dropped her head. When she looked back up she was smiling.
"You must think it strange that I venture all that way out here to see you and then to talk to you about another man?"
"Well," I turned my head slightly and scratched my chin "Is it strange you seeking out your ex-boyfriend to talk about your current one? I guess it might be strange for some people, but I'm not some people, so no, its fine with me." She smiled and again dropped her head. I felt like she was putting on some kind of brave show, her many smiles covering some hidden truth that was trying not to seep through the cracks.
"Is everything alright sweetheart?" I asked her gently. She nodded but her face didn't rise his time. I looked a little closer and started to see drops falling and landing on her lap. I instinctively moved next to her and placed my arm around her.
"What's happened?" I almost whispered. She sniffed a couple of times and I reached over for he tissues and handed her the box.
"Thank you," she sniffed at me "I'm so sorry, I promised myself that I wouldn't get upset, but it just started to come out."
"Please, there's absolutely no need to apologise, it's no good keeping it locked inside, you need to let it out."
"I know, you're right (sniff) I just wish I didn't feel like this, its just silly (sniff)."
"Well it's clearly not silly if its making you upset, is it?"
"I worry sometimes that its just me being too sensitive. He can be very stuck in his ways and stubborn, it makes it really hard to communicate with him sometimes and I end up getting frustrated at him and then myself. And you know what I'm like, I let it all boil up inside of me and I just blow up."
"Listen babe, I know you already know this deep down, but maybe it helps to hear it from someone else. You just have to sit down and talk to him about it. He quite possibly doesn't even know all these things that are driving you crazy, bothers you, especially if you bottle it up until you reach that point of no return. Maybe it sounds cliché but you two just need to talk to each other, otherwise you'll just doom your relationship."
I could tell from her slightly hidden expressions that some of what I was saying was making sense to her. I came to realise over time that even the simplest words from an external 'party' could make the difference. Pretty much everyone knew the truth, it wasn't some big realization, but it took someone to spin your head around in the right direction.
"You're right (sniff), I just find it so difficult sometimes, I just hate confrontation."
"Most people do, but its the lesser of two evils as they say. It all comes down too how much you value you're relationship."
"Oh gosh, when did you get so smart about relationships huh?" She looked at me, grinning under her watery eyes.
"Haha," I laughed. "Well I guess its always easier advising others as opposed to one's own relationship."
"You're sweet... Thank you." And she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me tight, It was obvious she was in real need of a hug and it occured to me that her new guy might not be that affectionate.
"I miss how affectionate you are, not many guys are into it as much as you." It was almost as if she read my mind.
"Thanks babe, it's important to me you know, I just hope the next person appreciates it as much as you did."
"You're not seeing anyone at the moment then?" She queried. She seemed to squeeze me tighter. I felt her breasts push against me. Again, I felt that surge of power rush towards my lower regions.
"Nope, no one, too busy if I'm honest, lots of things need my attention at the moment, and unfortunately that doesn't involve someone's body." She did a kind of sharpe in-take of air and giggled at the same time.
I thought about what I'd said, realization hitting me of how funny it must have sounded and began to laugh. "I'm sorry, what a thing to say," I explained.
"No, it's fine, it was just funny the way you put it. Don't worry, I know you'll find someone who needs your attention soon."
"You really think so?" She lifted her head from my shoulder.
"Absolutely," her eyes seemed to wander all over my face and without warning she leant in and kissed me.
It was a warm yet wet kiss, I couldn't help but feel a inch of passion as those lips touched mine. She had amazing lips, big and sensious, the type that could turn any sane man on with just one kiss.
She pulled away and looked a little surprised at herself, and was now looking into my eyes. I tried to hide the lust that I could feel pulsating in my face. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me."
"No it's fine, I kind of enjoyed it" I smiled, confident now I had managed to gain composure in my eyes, the fear of giving myself away slowly fading. She also smiled and I think appreciated that I hadn't been strange about it.
"So what are you working on?" She asked as she glanced towards my computer.
"Oh just some bits and bobs, I've been asked to ghost write for a project so I'm just looking over the details and seeing at which angle I should attack it first."
The project was a script for a mutual friend of ours and was hopefully going to be the next big talked about play in London.
"You mind if I take a look at it?"
"No at all, I haven't written much myself yet, but there's plenty of narrative in there to give you an idea of the direction." Normally I was fiercely protective over my written work, but this was different. Firstly because it wasn't just mine, I was lending a friend a hand and secondly it was her. I had always valued her opinion on most things and although it had been two years, things didn't really feel too different in that respect.
She sat down on the chair and began to read it through. "What does this bit mean" she asked me after a few moments. I leant over her shoulder to look at what she was pointing at and explained that particular section to her. As I was drawing my head back my eyes moved down and saw with surprise, right down her top. The bra she was wearing wasn't doing a fantastic job of concealing everything and I could almost see the darker skin around her nipples. I felt my cock pulsate for a second and I must have lingered there for longer than it seemed.
