Note to the reader. This is the second and final chapter in a series. You may want to read the first story to learn about the characters and their background.
Also thanks to Chez for her help editing this one. Hopefully everyone who read the first installment will see the improvement. As always, please vote and feel free to leave any constructive comments.
College Class Reunion -- The Next Day
Waking up
I woke up Sunday morning wondering if all of last night had been a dream or whether I'd really fooled around with Sharon, a classmate of mine from 25 years ago. It certainly seemed real, and I know I'd been thinking about it most of the night. But did I really act out on my desires?
If I did, I wonder what she thought of a married man coming onto her in the parking lot of her hotel. Were we both that drunk? In know I wasn't, I'd been cutting back since we got to the bar at 11.
I got up and went up to see what my folks were doing. On the table, I found a note saying they'd gone to church and would see me when they got back around 11. Mom also let me know there were homemade cinnamon rolls in the refrigerator. After a roll, some coffee and a piece of fruit, I felt pretty good. No hangover feeling I would expect if I'd really drank a lot the night before.
As I was eating, I remember getting Sharon's cell number yesterday when she was planning to go to part of the homecoming game and then catching up with us later. I decided to take a chance that she might be awake.
When I called, it rolled over to voicemail after 5 rings. "Hi, you've reached Sharon. You know the drill, leave your name, number and a brief message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
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"Hi Sharon, this is Terry. I think we talked last night about connecting up the next time I make it to Chicago. Rather than wait that long, I was hoping I could take you to breakfast this morning before you head back home. Give me a call when you get this message"
With nothing else to do, I took my shower and then got the car packed. About 9:30, my cell went off. I knew it was too early for my parents, so I assumed it was either Sharon or my wife. "Hi Terry, this is Sharon. I just got your message. I'd been out to breakfast with Lisa, Karen and Ann." You said.
"No problem Sharon. I was just hoping I could see you before you left. Did Lisa get off OK?" I inquired.
"Yea, she left from the restaurant. I came back to finish packing and then was going to head out. I guess we could have a cup of coffee. There's a pot in my room. But, what are you expecting?" you asked with a cautious tone to your voice.
"What I expect Sharon is to see your wonderful smile. Is that an acceptable response?" I asked with a grin. I know we were talking on the phone, but I hoped it came across.
"Well OK. How long will it take you to get here? I'm in room 134. It is at the end of the hall, just as you come in the parking lot. I think you can come in those doors." you replied.
"Give me about 20 minutes and I'll be there. I have to make a stop first, because I'll be hitting the road after I leave you".
I quickly finish packing and jump in my car. About a mile from my parent's place there is a Walgreens where I stop to get a single rose and a box of condoms. While I'm there, I also get two bottles of Diet Coke with Lime for my 8-hour drive.
I arrive at your door in 22 minutes from when we hung up. Just as I'm about to knock, you open the door. "I saw you walk up to the side entrance" you grinned. As you opened the door wider, I walked past you, but not without catching a whiff of your citrus smelling hair.
When I turn around, I see you walking toward the bathroom. "I'll start the coffee now" you say as you walk by. I'm looking at how different but nice you look from last night. Now you are wearing a beige corduroy jacket over the same black sweater. Only now, instead of skirt and stockings, you are wearing some tight jeans with your boots. The jeans do a good job of showing off your long legs and other assets.
When my gaze makes it's way back up to your face, I see you caught me admiring your looks. As you pour the water into the maker, you ask again, "Are you sure all you expect is to see my smile?"
"Sharon, as I said earlier, all I expect is to see your smile, and I've see you smiling now." After a brief pause I add, "But maybe what you really should have asked is, 'Is a smile all you are hoping for?'" while I walk closer to you.
You push the brew button then look up at me. "About last night" you start.
"Shh" I say as I put my finger against your lips in the classic signal to be quiet. "Sharon, I really enjoyed last night. I had wanted to kiss you all day. And if you'd have asked me this morning what I was hoping for, I'd have replied, '1. That Lisa has left, which she has. Number two, that you would call up front for a late check out." I then moved my finger away from your lips and slid them around the back of your neck. I gently pull you to me, leaning down to kiss you. I feel a little resistance, and you don't immediately open your mouth. When I step a little closer, I feel you begin to relax. I feel your lips part slightly.
When we break the kiss, I look into your eyes as they open. "Terry, we shouldn't. Last night we were both drunk," you say sheepishly.
"No Sharon, I wasn't. You probably hadn't noticed that once we got to The Winery, I'd switched to straight Diet Coke. I had the one Irish coffee. I knew I was driving. And then when I found out I'd be taking you home, I wanted to be doubly careful. So no, I wasn't drunk. I knew exactly what I was starting." I whispered as I continue to look for a sign. Not seeing you back away, I let my right hand slide inside your jacket to your waist and bend to resume kissing you. This time, there wasn't the hesitancy there had been before.
I soon feel your hands at my waist and then my back. I can feel your chest, with the coat still on, pressing against my chest. I let the fingers of my left hand curl through your soft hair, and brush the back of your neck. I think I hear a brief moan into my mouth. As the passion builds I decide it is time to test the waters. How will you respond to my next move?
I remove my left hand from behind your head, letting it slide along the collar of your jacket. Meanwhile, my other hand slides up along your side, barely brushing your breast before coming to your left lapel. With both hands, I spread the lapels and lift the jacket over your shoulders. You look at me for a moment before moving your arms so I can remove your jacket. Once it is off, I lay it nicely on the couch.
You move into the bathroom to begin pouring the now done coffee. "I think you said something about a cup of coffee."
I walk up behind you, brushing your dark hair off your left shoulder and onto your right. My arms move around your waist and I look in the mirror and into your eyes. "Did I tell you how sexy you looked last night?" I whispered into your ear before nibbling on your earlobe. My hands begin caressing your stomach and sides. My eyes never leave yours. "And you look very attractive this morning too" I add, letting one hand brush over your breast. As I do so, I realize you aren't wearing a bra. I can feel a little sag, but also feel the little bump from your nipple.
"I bet you say that to all the girls" you murmur before I gently pinch your nipple. This causes you to moan. My other hand is caressing the rest of your body, your hips, your ass, your thighs, your arms and your stomach. I feel you begin to relax against me as I nibble on your neck. I don't notice your right hand moving along my thigh till you've grasped my ass and pull me tighter. When you hear me moan in surprise, you wiggle your jean-covered ass against my crotch.