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It had been years since I last talked to Angie. Last I heard she had moved out west. Something about finding herself. At least that was the excuse most of our mutual friends gave. Angie was older than me, a senior to my sophomore status at our University. She was funny, outgoing, and extremely easy on the eyes. Needless to say, I liked her right away.
Angie and I met through a mutual friend, who eventually became my girlfriend. I was happy at where I wasā¦ she seemed so also. But there was something about her that made me want her. There was a constant sexual tension between us. Nevermind the few occasions where we got drunk and made outā¦ there was more to it than that. Both of us were always in a relationship so it never progressed to anything more than the occasional drunken kiss. But we both knew it was there. A hunger. A yearning. Sheer desire.
Angie graduated mid semester, and I didnāt think much about āusā after that. My relationships came and went, and like so many college friends, Angie and I just sort of drifted apart. But all that changed one afternoon.
Coming home from an exhausting day at the office, I noticed my tell-tale red light on the answering machine was blinking. I chalked it up to a client, something that could wait till morning. One of the advantages of being single is not having to worry about returning phone calls right away. Later that evening curiosity got the best of me, and I pushed play on the little black box. My heart fluttered when I heard the voice on the other end of the line.
āHi Mikeā¦ Itās Angie. From college. I hope this is still your number. I was thinking back to all the fun we had in college together and just wanted to catch upā. She left her number, told me to call. Her voice was as sultry as ever. There was a richness to it that made you want to wrap yourself in forever with her. I could feel my stomach tingleā¦ and a sudden yearning deep within me. Thinking back to all the times Iād fantasized about making love to her made me stir with arousal.
I called her back the next morningā¦ things were well in her neck of the woods. Said she had just been through a bad breakup and wanted to try to get back to her roots. She said she missed talking to meā¦ I heartily agreed. Angie hinted that she was considering doing some traveling, so naturally I invited her to my place in Atlanta. She seemed thrilled. And so was Iā¦ because I knew what might be in store.
Angieās flight landed in mid afternoon, which gave me plenty of time to be nervous most of the morning. My apartment was spotless, new satin sheets were on the bed, and there was plenty of wine in the refrigerator. Wine was Angieās favoriteā¦ and back in college getting lost in a bottle of wine together was a usual occurrence.
Angie hadnāt lost anything in the way of looks. She was well toned and tan, which gave her a radiant quality that I knew made her irresistible to more than just me. She had stayed in great shape, and she dressed to show it. Her low rise jeans showed off her hip bones, jutting just over her tight denim. She was one of those girls that was damn near perfect. Great shape, but with full breastsā¦ a large C I would say. She wore a white tank top, and from what I could gather she had forgotten her bra this morning. The air rushing in from the open air convertible was in drastic contrast to the sunny heat, and I could see her large nipples straining against the fabric of her tight top. Her long blondish brown hair shimmered in the summer sun, and her light blue eyes danced with beauty.
