It was a Thursday, I remember because it was the first day of the month. I received a call from my old girlfriend Tina. I called her T for short. It was a private joke because the first time I met her she was wearing a wet T-shirt with no bra. Yeah, I was in love. T was my first love. I was at the tender age of 17 and a whole year older than her. We had lost our virginities to each other. Wow, that was a day to remember. She placed herself in my skillful hands since I was older and the male. Sure, as if I knew what I was doing. I was a graduate of BU (Bullshit University) with a Masters degree in gullible from listening to my fist fucking freak friends, who obtained their unreliable information from older relatives. After countless days of dry humping and fumbling with each other, it finally happened. I felt like such a man. Despite ejaculating into a condom, it was the first time I had ejaculated with someone other than me being in the room. I still remember her naked body as if it were yesterday. Damn, her ass always looked good. Anyway, she called to inform me that she was going to be in my area for a business meeting and wanted to have dinner. A myriad of emotions overcame me. It was all I could do to agree and get the date that she would be in town.
The day had finally arrived and I was in the shower getting ready for the big event. It had been twenty years since we had seen each other. What would happen? How much had she changed? Would there still be a special bond between us? I had so many questions. As I stood there looking in the mirror and drying myself, I looked at the changes that had occurred within me. An obvious one was the beer gut I had been perfecting. Another one was my incredibly shrinking penis. I remember how big both my heads got when T expressed fear after seeing my erect penis for the first time. The only emotion my penis could invoke now was laughter. I guess it wasn't too bad when it was erect. Hell, now my ego was getting the better of me. In any event, what in the world would possess me to think I would have anything other than a delicious meal and good conversation? I put on my best, "I'm still cool clothes" and headed to the restaurant.
I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early. I counted that as a check in the excellent block of my mental report card. It was my understanding the restaurant was a few blocks from her hotel. Would she walk or drive? What did I care? With my luck I'd be the one sitting in the restaurant watching my car getting the business end of a tow truck. Just then, in she came. She looked relatively the same as she did twenty years ago. Her smile lit up the room when she recognized me. I couldn't help but to give her a kiss on the cheek and step back. We looked at each other and I was amazed at how good she looked. I could only imagine what she was thinking about me. We spent a few moments with introductory chatter and then were escorted to our table. I helped her with her coat and the whiff of perfume made me want to just drop the coat and start nibbling on her neck. Her outfit complimented her figure and was quite classy. We sat and the conversation was as fluid as if a day had never passed. I was on my best behavior and trying very hard to be charming. I built up enough nerve to ask about any possible relationships. That is when the waiter decided to walk up and take our order. His tip had just taken a turn for the worse. I placed another favorable check on my report card by ordering the drinks and meal for both of us. As the waiter stepped away, T began a funny anecdote about the last time she had that meal. Come on, cut to the chase. I'm going to laugh regardless of what happened. I want to get back to the answer about her relationships.
She knew what I wanted to talk about because after her anecdote her voice and head dropped. In a soft voice, I informed her that we could talk about anything. T then explained that she recently finalized her divorce. She came to realize that her "Ex" was never going to grow up and thought she should end it before they became enemies. She further explained that the divorce was amicable and that she was over it. I then asked about previous love interests. It appeared they were few and far between. Like most business oriented women, their sex lives suffer while climbing the ladder of success. Our meal arrived and more jovial topics prevailed. The coy eye contact and cheeky smiles were a little uncomfortable but we were both taking it well. The meal was just about done and some how the status of my relationships finally came up. Would the truth really work in this situation? Did she really need to hear the truth? For her "own good", I decided to skirt the truth and tell her what she wanted to hear. It just so happened that what I told her made me available for sex, if she felt so inclined.
The meal was done and I helped her with her coat. We exited the restaurant and stood outside for a few minutes talking. When it appeared we were done, I kissed T on the cheek. The pause and eye contact afterward begged for something more. I then gave her a tender kiss on the lips. I could feel her moist lips kissing me back. I asked her how she was getting back to her hotel. She stated that she had walked. I certainly could not allow her to walk back alone. So, the slow stroll toward ecstasy began. The street was quiet and it was beginning to drizzle. We walked, looked in the store windows and talked about life. A life when things were simpler. Like when we were teenagers. And, there we were, right where I wanted to be. At her hotel and talking about sexual encounters. The drizzle slowly picked up to a solid rain. At least the weather was on my side. As if she was reading my mind, T invited me up until it stopped raining. As I was walking through the lobby and stepping into the elevator, I knew I was crossing the line. As we were going up in the elevator, you could cut the tension with a knife. The conversation became strained. Should I excuse myself? I could feel the brain center in my pants setting up shop and the signals from the big head were shutting down.
We exited the elevator and were walking toward her room. I could feel that my clothes and face were damp but my mind was focused on looking at her ass swish back and forth beneath her coat. We entered the luxury room and I was impressed. "Very nice," I uttered. My mind was struggling for something intelligent or witty to say. As she threw me a towel, I took off my coat and shoes. She suggested I turn on the television while she got comfortable. I found something mildly entertaining to watch and stretched out across the bed. Then I heard the shower running. Should the shower be running? Was she actually going to get naked with me roaming through the room? Good Lord, was there a chapter in Dating for Dummies that dealt with this kind of situation? I didn't know what else to do but wait for her next move.
