Author's note: Although there is a fetish aspect to the story, it seemed appropriate to post this in erotic couplings, since the story is about re-establishing a relationship and making it permanent.
Now for the story:
I looked at the letter from Janet, and dialed the phone number she'd given me. It had been 8 years since we'd broken up and gone on with our lives.
"Hi Troy! I was hoping you'd call! It's been years and years!"
We talked for a while and then she said, "I don't even remember why we broke up."
"I do," I answered. "Every time we'd get close, you'd withdraw, and then you'd chase me until we got close, over and over."
"Oh... I went to therapy over that, and I think that's solved now. Anyway, I've been seeing someone, although it's not exclusive. What about you?"
I told her about my situation. While we talked I remembered her firm, pale legs, her bright smile, and her pussy. Oh, that dark haired pussy of hers. I loved it when we spent nights together. The whispered endearments, her energetic hips, and how pleasurable it was to spurt inside her. Her orgasms when I ate her pussy, were nothing less than phenomenal. That's why in the end, I told her "No more." It hurt too much when she'd withdraw and essentially leave the relationship for several weeks.
As we talked, I became a little jealous of the guys who had enjoyed her pussy since she solved her emotional problem. I should have been the one reaping the rewards. I was also getting very turned on by her voice. I always loved her voice.
When she said that it would be nice to get together, I could sense what was behind her words. She wanted to experience what we had. I wanted it too, but I wasn't going to settle for on-again, off-again part time.
We now lived a few hundred miles apart. Part of my life's journey was to become more persistent and in control of my life. I got an idea.
"Janet - I would like to see you again. Can you get some time off and visit me for a few days?"
"Oh, I'd love to! Maybe in a couple of weeks. Would that work?"
"Actually, that's perfect. But there's something I want you to do in the meantime. Do you know, for a fact, that the guy you've been seeing is, I don't know any other way to say this, but you need to know if he's completely disease-free."
There was a pause.
"Umm, I would guess that he's clean. I can get tested, if that's important."
"Perfect! Would you? It would ease my mind a lot, and you'd enjoy the results when you come to visit."
Another pause. "Okay. I'll do it. And I'll put in for some time off. Can you call me tomorrow?"
That was a good sign, that she wanted to talk some more.
"Sure, about the same time. I have a lot of good memories of our times together."
"Me too! Talk to you tomorrow!"
Her voice sounded eager. I could almost see her bright smile even though we were a few hundred miles apart.
The following evening she had some news for me.
"I went and got tested today," she began. "I'll have the results in a few days. How about if I fly over there the following Thursday, and go back home on Tuesday? That'll give us some full days together, as well as the weekend."
"It's a deal! Let me know the exact times, and I'll have more information for you."
"Okay."
Janet emailed me her flight schedule, and that gave me time to make my plans.
Every evening I called her and told her how much I was looking forward to her visit. I told her that I loved her kisses, and that when we were lovers our bodies fit together nicely. I wanted her to be thinking of sex. I needn't have worked hard at that, she was just as eager, and she did some subtle and not-so-subtle teasing. Also, she said that her tests came back clean.
With that inroad, I was then ready for the next step. I asked her about the guy she's been seeing, what his name was. She told me it was Eric.
I told Janet that I wanted her to fuck Eric's brains out on the day she left to come see me. She was surprised, yes, but curious and aroused, too. I could hear it in her voice. She pressed for more details.
"Think of it as a goodbye fuck for you and Eric. Only don't tell him that in so many words. And don't clean up afterward, either. When you get on that plane, make sure you have a pussy full of cum."
"Oh my GOSH, Troy! I've never heard of that! It sounds kinky! I'm going to want to screw the minute I get off the plane."
"That's the plan, Janet. That's the plan."
Of course, I didn't tell her then, that part of my plan was to reclaim her pussy, and that I wanted my fucking her to overwrite Eric, and by proxy, all the other guys she'd been with. She would know eventually.
And, I wanted her last fuck with Eric to truly mean goodbye.
I got Janet to talk some more. I truly loved her voice. It wasn't a deep, sultry voice; it was a sincere voice, more youthful and melodic, with a touch of innocence.
The day before her trip I told her not to call me the next day unless there was a problem. We both felt conspiratorial, with her planning to fuck Eric's brains out at my behest. How she set it up would have to be her doing.
Of course I was anxious. I knew we had both changed, and I hoped that none of the changes would turn out to be unpleasant or unworkable. I met her at the airport in midafternoon. She looked radiant. I recognized her bright smile. She wore a T-shirt, shorts, and sandals. We hugged, and I felt her teasingly press her hips against me. A quick, hard kiss and we were on our way to my place.
We didn't talk much on the way, which only served to increase the sexual tension. It wasn't easy, but I had abstained from solo relief for a week. I wanted to have enough pent-up energy to win her over.
We got to my place, and I led her by the hand into my bedroom.
"Maybe I should freshen up," she mused. "I've been sweating."
