Social media is a strange beast. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, LinkedIn - the list goes on. I'm on a few, used to be on more, but it tends to take over your life. Always needing to share every single event whether big or small, with a network of people you may or may not even know. It's also connected me with many people I have lost touch with over the years - whether personal or professional.
Through a tangled web of people, I've been connecting with friends that I have not seen or heard from since my early childhood. Just the other day I received a request from a friend I had not heard from in almost ten years. It was a nice surprise, one of those 'holy shit, it's been too long' friends. He was mixed in with a bunch of other requests from the same group of friends, from that one time in my life.
The next day, I'm busy at work when the green indicator light on my phone blinks. Not really thinking much about it, I unlock and see a small bubble picture of Blake. I read the message and see that he's in town for a work conference and wants to meet up for drinks and happy hour at The Brooklyn. I quickly agree, still in shock I'm going to get to see him.
Blake's sitting at the bar when I walk in. He looks the same, handsome with a killer smile and the most beautiful dark eyes. Obviously he looks older since the last time we saw each other in person we were 14 years old. But I would recognize him anywhere. My heart skips a beat as I look him over. Standing 5'11, his body fit under his perfectly tailored suit. Dark hair, still with a slight wave, olive skin and those eyes. Even after all this time, as soon as he locks eyes with me I'm lost. His grin mirrors my own as I walk towards his open arms. He embraces me, strong and tight. My lips are right near his neck when I crane my own to look at him. He smells of cigarettes and cologne, and I nearly protest when he pulls back. He kisses my cheek and holds me at arm's length.
"Holy fuck, it's really you," he says smiling.
"Yes it is, and it's really you," I reply, "It's been a while."
"Too fucking long," he says, his arm snaking around my waist.
We turn to the bar and he grabs us two drinks, beer for him and a diet coke for me. A small table is open and we sit down, side by side so were able to talk in the crowded bar. We toast to friendship and reconnecting and talk pleasantries. We order some oysters and other appetizers to snack on as we talk. Blake tells me his is in town for two days, meetings and speakers during work hours, dinner and entertainment at night. It all starts tomorrow, so tonight is his only real free time. Real estate development, which makes me laugh compared to my own. I watch as he talks about it and it's clear: he loves it, and he's fucking good at it. I meekly explain my own job, logistics, both international and domestic. Not something I'm truly passionate about, but I am damn good at my job and it's paid the bills for almost a decade. Figure i must be doing something right.
"And your personal life?" I ask, might as well dive right in...
"I"m single, recently actually. Long term relationship but my job was taking me one direction and her's was going in another. It wasn't easy, but in the end it was mutual. What about you? I don't see a ring on your finger." He waited for my reply as he sipped his beer.
"I'm single too, long term, definitely one sided," I joked.
He laughed and then frowned at my half-hearted joke. "No, no, I'm good. Really. Just haven't met anyone worth spending time with, I guess. I have friends, but as for dating, I'd rather not if I'm honest. Not going to play the field. If I happen to meet someone, great. If not, I'm good too."
"So I have to ask, it's been so long and here you are - how did that happen? Did you remember I was in Seattle?" I ask.
"I was online, it was "suggested" that I link with you. I couldn't believe it was you, so I just had to do it. Then I get to work and they tell me they're sending me here for a conference so I figured at that point I had to reach out. What are the chances? And here, we are. Here we fucking are," he answered with that thousand watt smile.
"I love how that happens," I smile and we clink our glasses.
After another drink the bar is getting louder as the night wears on. It's getting harder to hear one another so we agree to head back to his hotel bar instead. The Alexis is right downtown and a very nice hotel. We walk hand in hand through the quiet streets, the rain drizzling down lightly. Turning onto First Ave, the wind picks up and I let go to wrap my coat tighter. I move in closer as Blake's arm wraps around me as we make our way. At an intersection, he stops and turns me in his arms. My breath catches as he moves in slowly and our lips touch. The kiss is soft, gentle and almost tentative. My body is humming as our lips press together a few more times before we pull apart. I watch as he catches his breath before he wraps his arm around me again.
The bar is quiet when we arrive and we find a booth after ordering our drinks. I'm having hot tea to warm me up after the walk and Blake orders a scotch. He holds my hand in his on the table as we both stare as his thumb makes small circles on my hand. When the waitress arrives with our drinks, I move to pull my hand back but he grips tighter. Thanking her, she leaves us alone and our eyes meet.
"Do you remember the last time we kissed?" He asked me, eyes over the rim of his glass.
I blush, "no...well, that's not true. I remember we kissed, but that's about it."
"You don't?! I'm hurt!" he says, mockingly holding his hand to his heart. "That kiss was the definition of Seven Minutes in Heaven."
I laughed, remembering how we made out in my parent's basement. He laughed too, we were so young.
"God, I had the biggest crush on you. It was teenage love at it's finest." I smiled, sipping my tea.
"What? This is news to me," he replied, his eyes teasing. "I remember not being allowed to do all I wanted with you. And here you are telling me you were in love with me? What a fucking tease!"
"And what exactly did you want to do with me?" I asked, unable to remember.
Blake leaned in close, his fingers deftly moving my hair back behind my ear. I shivered at his closeness and almost moaned when I felt his lips brushing against my ear.
"I wanted to lick your pussy."
My body trembled, unable to hide the pleasure that was rolling through me. I could feel his lips curl into a smile, his mouth still hovering next to my ear.
"That was ten years ago and we were just kids," he paused. "Now we're sitting here and we're both adults. And I still want to lick your pussy. Question is, will you deny me again?"
Before I could formulate a reply, his mouth was moving down my neck. His lips kissed my sensitive skin making me bite my lip to stay quiet. When he bit me, at the base of my neck I couldn't hold back.
"Blake," I whimpered, my head falling to the side.
"Mmmhmmm?"
His lips vibrated against my skin as he moved back towards my ear.
"What is your answer, Mia?"
"Yess," I hissed turning my head and kissing him.
Our lips pressed together and this time his tongue pushed into my mouth. His kiss was strong, demanding and controlled. I could feel my body melting and bending to his desires as they became mine. Our kiss became more passionate, but the sound of new patrons startled us from our trance. Blake pulled away with one last kiss, sipping his drink. I sat, stunned and so turned on I couldn't think for a moment. When I finally looked up at him, he was smiling at me.
"You are so fucking gorgeous," he said. "The things I want to do with you..."
His voice was almost a growl as he spoke, his eyes so dark and staring into me. I could feel every nerve in my body reacting to his stare. My nipples grew hard beneath my top and suddenly it was warm. Too warm. Beneath my skirt I could feel my thong soaked through with my arousal. I wanted him. My body was fucking screaming for him. I was just about to reply to him when an older gentleman approached our table. Blake sat up, startled and released my hand.
"Mr. Richards," he said, standing and shaking the man's hand. "This is my friend Mia. Mia, this is my boss, Dan Richards."
I smiled and shook Dan's hand, praying he hadn't seen our kiss or the way my body reacted to him. Dan smiled and turned back to Blake.
"Blake, I've been trying to get a hold of you. There's a potential client that I just ran into in the restaurant. He's on his way in here for drinks. I think you should sit down with us." He paused turning to me and then back to Blake. "I'm sorry to interrupt, and I see why you weren't answering your phone."
Blake looked at me and back at his boss. I could tell he didn't want to go, but knew he should.
"It's okay," I said first. "Go do your thing, it's late and I should get home. It was great to see you again."
I gathered my purse and turned for my coat. Blake turned to his boss and they chatted briefly. He turned and took my hand and led me out of the hotel.
"I'm so sorry, Mia. I don't want you to go, but I really should..." he trailed off looking back at the hotel.
"Don't worry about it, really. I have work tomorrow and still need to get home. Text me or something tomorrow if you have any free time. I don't work far from here, maybe we could have lunch or grab coffee."
"Thanks, babe. I will see you again - and I will text you tomorrow."
We kissed again briefly as my Uber driver pulled up.
"Goodnight, Mia."
