It's my birthday, I'm rushing to get ready for dinner, we are suppose to meet @ 6:30pm it's 6pm and I'm still not dressed. Just out of the shower and going through the closet, it has been so long since my wife and I went out without the kids, who are 3 and 5 years old. My wife had taken the kids to grandma for the night, so I'm alone in a quite house with just a towel wrapped around my waist.
Suddenly the phone rings, just another sale call I think, but what if it's my wife, I guess I must answer. "Hello" I yell into the phone, I hate telemarketers and my wife knows it so she will not be surprised if it is she.
"Happy Birthday" I hear from the other end but I can not that quickly place the voice, "Do you know who this is?" comes the question. I of course not wanting to be rude lie.
"Of course, I never forget a beautiful women voice" Was I felt a safe answer, as my mind was searching trying to place her, who is this? I am thinking hard when she gave herself away.
"Can you talk now?" That line! Right away I knew who it was it was Rachel. I haven't spoken to her since right before I got married.
"No now is not a good time, is there someway I could reach you later so we can catch up on things?" Rachel gave me a number and told me to call her the next day. It had been 6 years and the last time we talked I asked not to call again. She began to call at 5 in the morning and my wife had just moved in. The first two times I just said it was too early to talk, of course my wife wanting to know who would dare call so early. I was stuck and after the second call had to tell her. So here the third time I had to do something. I told not to call back. Racheal did not know I was married I did not have time to give her an explanation at 5 in the morning with my wife listening in. I tried to call her a few time but her husband kept answering. Then I kept putting it off.
As I dressed and rushed to the restaurant I thought of our history (Rachel's and Mine). We were boyfriend and girlfriend back in the ninth grade, over fifth teen years ago. We hade tried to take each other virginity from each other, but things or people kept getting in the way. The next year she went to a different school and we started seeing other people. Of course we kept in touch till she married before even finishing high school. She would call from time to time maybe once a year then even less after a few years. We finally saw each other by accident about a year before I got married. I even met her once in a park where we made out but she would not let me get very far. Rachel would call me and tell me she was unhappy and wanted us to get together but I knew it was all talk, so I never told her I was getting married.
The wife and I had our night out, dinner, drinks and a night of love making, but I must admit that I kept thinking of Rachel. Even though in the past she would not let me get far with her, she would always say how she was married and could not cheat.
Of course I called her. I found out that she had divorced her first husband about a year after I had asked to quit calling. She came home early one day to find him in bed with another woman. She met and married again in less than a year someone she worked with that also was getting a divorce. We began to talk about once a week. I explain what had happened when I asked her not to call. She kept saying how things would have been so much different had she stayed at the same school. How she had feeling for me and just wishing we had married. I in turns would make fun of how she was so afraid of being with me, how she would push me away when I got too intimate.
Rachel would tell me she was not afraid at all. And someday she would show me. One day she called me at work. We talked like normal and again I told her she was afraid of me, Rachel always had an excuse for not meeting me, "but someday that will change" she said. I began to challenge her, when out of the blue she said "OK" lets meet in an hour. We can see each other that is all.
I do not know why but I suggested my house and she agreed. I called my wife to make sure she was OK at work, even though I knew nothing would happen, it would still be odd to have the wife show up when you have a strange woman in the house. I had just gotten home when the door bell rang. In came Rachel, she had not changed much in all those years. Her brown flowing hair resting on her shoulder, she was a sight to behold. Standing at 5'4" and I bet not a pound over 120. Rachel looked as I remembered her.
I had her come in and sit on the couch. We looked into each other's eyes for a second before beginning to kiss. The touch of her large smooth lips against mine cause a stirring in my pants, she had always had that over me. My hand quickly went to her breast; I begin to kiss on her neck something Rachel has always liked. I take the chance to reach under her thin sweater she is wearing and cup her bra-encased breast. Rachel lets out a sigh as I start to nibble on her ear. Than hear it comes as always.
