So, let me start where I am in my life. I am working at part time at a factory as a quality maintenance supervisor in a town 30 minutes south of where I used to live. I also work as a manager part time in that well-known porn store that is open 24 hours in the town that's close to where my ex lives. I got myself out of that little town and I live by myself in a town that falls between my two jobs. I guess make a decent living. It took awhile and I am happy, for the most part the only thing I am missing is someone to fill the void in my heart. Don't get me wrong, on some of my time off I go out, but none of them have what I am looking for. That spark.
I was working at my porn job and doing an evening conference with the four people on the shift. I was supposed to stay, but my other job required me to be there early in the morning. So I have to delegate. As I am talking, she walks in to the store. One of the of my guys checks her I.D., but I know she's old enough to be here with friends. Rose sees me and is very surprised. I finish with my talking and all I can think about is leaving. I want to go before she wants to talk. That's all we did at the end. I know it was my fault we split. I didn't want it to happen. There she is now in front of me, well off to the side looking at the DVDs of threesomes.
I start out the door. She waves kind of shyly and half yells my name. Like I'm supposed to stop what I am doing and talk to her. I sigh heavily and I turn. I say hey back. It's been almost two years since I seen her, or heard her voice. She comes up to me as I come up to her. She goes for a hug and I accept it. She smiles that smile I missed so much. The look in her eyes and the love, the spark I been looking for I think to myself. That's it there.
"Peter," she tells me, "you look really good and tan!"
"Rose, you look thinner. Hair is lighter and you are wearing your glasses?" I say.
"Well, I forgot to put in my contacts in, it's my first day off in two weeks."
"That's good, I been really busy too."
"So, you must be with a new girl and she must be getting you out in the sun."
"Nope, I haven't had a girl friend for awhile. What about you I am sure some man isn't going to let you go. You are still so damn beautiful."
She smiles and looks around like I am embarrassing her.
"Nope and stop it, haven't had a boyfriend in awhile, the guy had more problems than you! That's a joke Peter."
"Come on Rose, that's in the past I have dated a few women that made ME look normal!"
I say laughing.
We make small talk, mostly about nothing. She tells me that, her son has taken to living with his dad more and she has thrown her self into work. She asks about me and I tell her about my jobs. When do I get time off she asks me. I tell her at both jobs since I am on a salary I make up my hours as I please. Most of the time I can be at both jobs in the same day. Then there are some days I just have off. She asks if they are still Fridays and Saturdays? I tell her yeah; only because those are the days other managers want to work and I volunteer for a nursing home once a week. We talk about my mom and dad; I tell her my dad passed a way a year ago. My mom moved in with her best friend, my sister Kathy moved back up here and lives in the old house. My sister Stephanie still lives not to far from that old house.
She asks for my new number. I ask her if that is such a good idea. She looks at me and tells me to listen. She has had a few failed relationships after ours. I look at her and tell her that ours was a failed one. She looks at me and tells me that it was. She looks at me nervously and asks if I have time to come over and talk. I give her my number and I ask her when. She tells me this Saturday, around 3? I look at her. I don't know what to say I tell her. She tells me just say you will be there. I agree. I think back to the first time I met her. I am so nervous.
I hate to hear about the guys as much as she is going to hate to hear about the other girls that each of us has dated, I think to myself quietly. She asks me one last thing before I go. She asks me if I still write stories for that site where I used to post the dirty stories of her and I. I said yeah, but I haven't written anything about us in awhile. The last one I wrote was some fantasy about us getting together, again down the road. She laughs at me and asks to read it. I say sure. She smiles at me as she tells me that this isn't fantasy, as she tells me she has a few new stories she wants me to read.
So the week drags on. I try not to think about her. Her number is the same as before when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I really should get a holster for the fucking thing, I think as I pull it out and open.
It's her number and it said:
See you tomorrow!
3pm. I am cooking!
Be afraid.
See you then.
I smile, I think back to all the good times we had. I think about the last two weeks of hell I put us through when we were together. We moved on. I like to think I got over my problems with my last two relationships after Rose. I mean I to say I don't think I did, but I know I have grown. two years is a long time, I mean I hadn't had a decent relationship in since her. I just gave up on the thought of me being with someone again. I also realized people are going to do what makes them happy no matter whom it hurts. I wasn't really hurt with them, just disappointed. I think back to my past two relationships and I am 34 now I am flashing back like I am in a movie.
So, now after being alone for 6 months with only my hand as my fuck buddy.
Here was the only woman I have ever had the whole love at first sight with. I couldn't care why she wanted me over now or what she wanted to talk about. I just wanted to see her. So, Saturday at 3pm, I knocked on her door. She answered it. My butterflies came back and I felt like the first time I saw her. I thought it was gone, but without even saying a word, she just said so much with that smile. I entered and noticed it was very different. All her furniture was changed and different. She had a new computer and now there was a stack of computer games next to it, mostly the kind of games no hard core gamer would ever play. She looked like she was tired and was cleaning and cooking.
She asked if I wanted a beer and I said sure.
"Trying to get me drunk? What are your intentions with me if I may ask, my lady?" I told her as I grabbed the bottle.
"I just want to have things easy between us, I am afraid we might have some hurt feelings still." She told me as she sat.
"We have to give the meal a few minutes to cool. You want to know why I asked you here. I noticed you didn't text me back. I was waiting for a phone call or something from you to let me know you were still coming, and then I thought if you weren't coming you would call. You actually had me on pins and needles all week. I was telling...." She trails off realizing she is telling me more than I need to know.
She starts to grab plates and the food. She made lasagna. I am surprised and impressed. She has the kitchen table cleared off and we sit and eat. She move a chair closer to the one I picked and we sit there next to each other on one side of the this big table. Over dinner we talk about everything that has happened to us in the last two years. She beings to ask me about my life and more detail about it, she wanted to know about my relationships. I told her about my ups and downs in my relationships. She begins to tell me about hers. She dated 3 guys and a few months ago just stopped seeing the last one. She then starts to tell me that they didn't have that thing she's been looking for since we broke up. They never looked at her in quite the same way I did. The never touched her the way I did. I joked about sex and she told me she wasn't impressed. No one made love the way you do.
"Or could kiss me like the way you do." She said as she went in for a kiss.
Before I could speak, her lips were hot and pressed to mine. Her tongue starting to part her lips and making it's wet journey into my mouth to find my tongue waiting for it. I kissed back. The passion and the heat between us I can feel parts of me that haven't had attention in a few months. Her hand runs down to my jeans and feels my hard cock straining to be free. She lets out an "Mmmm.I missed that." As she breaks our kiss and leads me to her couch where she lies out and pulls me on top of her. She grabs my head and continues to make out with me. Our tongues dancing to some song in our heads, I am beginning to feel the heat from between her legs. Here I am making out with my ex girlfriend for the past two hours and I start to think to myself how is this going to end?
We made out, feeling our bodies and the heat between us growing. We would stop talk and maybe have a cigarette. She looked at me as I lit one. As she says,
"I thought you quit?"
"I did, but the thought of seeing you today made me nervous."
"I figured with your jobs you would be stressed out."
"Nope."
