Since turning 30 I've been in a reflective mood, thinking about the good old days and of friends I haven't seen in years. I decided to try to contact a few people just to see how their lives were going now. It worked out better than I imagined. Every person I wrote or called was happy to hear from me and I had a great time catching up.
The most interesting reunion was with Tammy, my first long-term girlfriend. She had dumped me about 9 years earlier after dating for 3 years. The breakup broke my heart but I realized afterwards that she was right to end the relationship. We were simply too young and had so much more life to experience before we could commit to anything serious. So we parted ways and both ended up moving to different cities after graduating university.
Despite the years that passed and the other serious relationships that developed, I never forgot Tammy. We may not have been perfect for each other in some ways, but she was the most sexually compatible woman I have ever been with. We were both inexperienced when we met, but soon made up for that. Our time together was dominated by sexual exploration. We could not get enough of each other's bodies and of dreaming up new ways to excite each other. I would frequently spend my university class time imagining how I was going to seduce and make love to her, and it turns out she did the same with me. Gradually we stripped away our inhibitions and shared ever naughtier fantasies, usually while role-playing. Happily, we discovered that we shared virtually the same turn-ons.
We always enjoyed teasing each other, trying to turn the other on so much that they'll do anything for a release. We became expert at it and we playfully battled to out-torment the other and she usually won. I've had some great sex since Tammy, but no one has ever turned me on as completely as she did. I won't pretend that these thoughts were not in the back of my mind when I contacted her and arranged to meet her, but my main intention really was just to catch up. Hell, I didn't even know if she was married or not. Work was sending her out of town conveniently close to my city, so we arranged to meet in her hotel's lounge for a few drinks.
My stomach was in knots before meeting her. I'm a pretty moderate drinker these days, but I did toss back a few beers to calm my nerves. I had not laid eyes on her in over 7 years and was worried that we'd have nothing to say to each other. My hopes were that she still looked as good as she did before, but I expected her to have put on a few pounds and for her body to have sagged here and there. I would have been surprised if she had let herself go completely because she had been very into fitness while we were dating and had actually become a part-time aerobics instructor right after we broke up.
On my side I was pretty certain that my looks had improved since the time she met me. My super skinny 150 pounds on a 6ft 1in frame has increased to a more muscular 180 pounds and my child-like face has matured into that of an adult. People still don't believe that I'm 30, but I don't get ID's for drinks anymore either.
At the arranged time I walked through the hotel lobby looking for the lounge. My eyes caught the blond hair of an attractive woman sitting on a bench and it took me some time to realize it was Tammy. We hugged hello and made our way to the lounge for some gin and tonics. The high-end hotel's atmosphere was very luxurious, which seemed to enhance our conversation and started the evening off on a great note. As we drank and caught up, I tried to force my gaze not to travel down her body. It wasn't that hard since her pretty face and deep eyes were a pleasure to look at. But when she excused herself I took the opportunity to stare at the creamy white skin between her leather boots and the hem of her dress.
It turned out that we were both single but I didn't raise my hopes of doing some of the things I had fantasized about every night for the past week. I wanted to make sure that Tammy would not win this time.
Writing this out I understand how silly it must sound, but we had a number of sexual reunions in the year after our breakup and she had always been the one to end it. Basically this woman ended up dumping me numerous times, and each time I swore I would be stronger and not succumb to her again. But when she needed my sex again she would pull out all the stops until I agreed. She would arrive at my place dressed only in an overcoat and beg to give me head, or she would arrive in pigtails and ask to play 'babysitter', or she would beg me to force myself on her. Every time was sexually fantastic, but my pride took a beating every time the affairs ended. So even this many years later my pride overrode my libido, at least temporarily. I vowed not to initiate any sex and kept the conversation on the friendly side.
The evening progressed successfully to dinner at a nice nearby pub/restaurant. We ate well and had no end of old stories about old friends. Neither of us mentioned sex but we enjoyed a great evening anyway. After last call, I felt more than half drunk and even more convinced that she looked fantastic. I was still stubbornly determined not to cave in first with an obvious come on, but my flirting kicked into high gear. By this point I knew I wanted her but I couldn't read if the feeling was mutual.
At 2AM we had to leave the bar and with nothing else open there was no option but to take her back to her hotel. The reunion had gone so well that I couldn't really be disappointed, but after seeing her again and remembering some of our escapades it was unfortunate that we would not be reliving some of them. I parked in front of her hotel and walked her into the lobby, determined to be a gentleman and also giving her every last chance to ask me upstairs. And then it happened. She asked me if I wanted to see her fantastic room and keep talking. It was a very casual, breezy and friendly request, but in my mind she had now come on to me first. I agreed immediately.
