You had found one of those quiet little desks in the back stacks in the library.
I saw you sitting there, hunched over the desk, reading and making notes in a psych text. I could see the tension in your shoulders.
I walked up to behind you and began to massage your shoulders.
You looked up at me and smile at an ex-lover
For about a year, we were incredible. We couldn’t get enough of each other. We had made love everywhere and in everyway. We had made love inside and outside, just the two of us and once in a room with 2 other couples, 3 single girls and a single guy. We were incendiary. I still don’t really know what happened, but it ended. The sex became less intense, the time together less frequent and then you met Raul. I envied him, but counted my blessings for the time we had been together and moved on. I had heard a few months ago that you and Raul were done, and he had returned to Argentina. I hadn’t seen you in almost a year. Now here you are.
I started working the muscles in your neck. There was a huge knot on the left side that had to hurt like hell. I closed my eyes and started to work the knot out, feeling the knot, sensing your tension with my fingers, focused entirely on your shoulders. I could feel your arms falling to your sides. Your shoulders slumped as you started to relax into the massage. I pushed you forward and started working down your back. I stopped for a moment, took you by the hand and you stood up. I turned your chair around and sat you down again, leaning against the chair back. I pulled your shirt over your head and unhooked your bra. I started to work your entire back.
From your neck and shoulders to your hips, returning to the knot in your shoulder, working it down, feeling it open up. Sometimes I would push to hard and you would moan and flinch in pain. I would ease up and work somewhere else. I worked your shoulders then worked down each arm. Down to your fingers. Massaging each finger in turn, then working the muscles in your palm and back up your arm. It wasn’t my best massage, no massage oil, no candles, no soft music, no massage table, but it was working. Each time I touched your shoulders, the knot was smaller and softer. Finally it was gone.
I could feel you relaxing, almost sleeping. I had done all I could under the circumstances. I hooked your bra back and pulled your shirt back down.
I started to go over to a different desk nearby. Leaving you there, hanging over the chair, relaxed and struggling to come back to reality.
You reached out and took my hand, pulling me back. You stood up and smiled. The world lit up with your smile. It was easy for me remember why you had been the center of my entire life for our year.
“Thanks”, was all you said.
I smiled, “My pleasure”, just reveling in your presence, your touch, your scent and that incandescent smile. “You still have the most incredible smile.”
And she did. She had perfect teeth (the result, I am told, of years of your parents paying way too much to a very nice orthodontist). It defied nature, but your eyes actually captured the available light and twinkled. When you smile, its brighter than the sun and more beautiful than a clear night full of stars.
She just chuckled, “You are soo full of shit!!!”
I laughed a little, “Yeah, but you always loved me for it!”
“I needed that, I have a test tomorrow and this professor is a real prick! I blew off a few classes and got behind. I have to ace this exam to recover.”
