I saw my ex-gf today for the first time in a long time. She's visiting my city on a trip with some friends so she decided to stop by. God, I've missed her so much. It's been almost a year since we broke up, but it's felt like so long without her, even though I've been so busy that the time has flown by. For a few months after we broke up, I was devastated. I kept thinking we would get back together at some point. I only got over her once I accepted that that would never happen. And now, happily, I'm over her. But I still can't help but indulge the occasional fantasy...
When I met her outside my apartment, my heart fluttered and my stomach contorted in simultaneous excitement and disappointment, as I knew there was nothing more to our relationship than merely being friends. As we greeted each other and embraced, she squeezed me with her gentle and loving touch, a touch I had longed for ever since we split. The feeling was sublime - I got lost in the moment, and believed for a second that we were still together - a delusion quickly shattered as she pulled away without kissing me as she always had done before. I collected myself and started the small talk - asking about how she's been, what she's been up to, how things are going - all the conversation starters that I so deeply dread. As we entered my apartment, she sat on the couch and I on my recliner, and the trivial small-talk evolved into a wonderful conversation over the course of a couple hours, as we connected with each other just as we had when we were a couple. I always knew that we would make great friends even after we separated, and I was witnessing proof of just that.
Every moment of laughter and fun though, stung a bit, knowing that we were only friends, and would only ever be that - the connection we had, amazing as it was, just seemed somehow incomplete without its romantic and sexual dimensions. The night was getting late, and she had to go soon - I was trying to savor every last moment, holding on to her every word as though I would never see her again. Of course, I probably would, if not for a while - but I just couldn't get enough of her. After delaying it for as long as humanly possible, she finally insisted on leaving, saying that her friends were waiting for her. It was quite late, so I didn't take it to be an excuse - plus, she really seemed to be enjoying herself and I've always known her to be a terrible liar. So, I accepted our fate and walked her out to her car in solemn silence. We both knew how much we enjoyed each other's company and we both knew how much we would miss it after she left. But we're both adults and we just have to move on. Oh well, that's life.
As we approached her car, we began to say goodbye, a process made all the more difficult when the next reunion is so far away. We hugged tenderly, and I rubbed my hands on her back as though to feel as much of her as I could before she left. As we pulled apart, she took my hand, as though by instinct, but quickly realized what she had done and pulled it back, tepidly looking towards the ground before reaching for her car's door. Before she could open it I grabbed her hand and she turned to face me. I pulled her face into mine and our lips intertwined as though for the first time in forever. I tasted her pillowy sweetness, a taste I missed so much, and I put my hand on her neck as I buried my mouth into hers. I swabbed every corner of her mouth with my tongue, sensually licking every last drop of saliva out of her mouth and swallowing it, making her part of me. She reciprocated, and our tongues danced while our lips writhed passionately. I reached my hands behind her and softly caressed her back. I then reached down and felt her ass, in its plump and supple splendor. I carefully squeezed it, not being too rough to surprise her, and sensually groped her as we continued to kiss.