I was on a plane bound for Germany for the first time since Julia and I split up just less than three years ago. In that time we had not seen each other again though we had been in contact via email. As we slowly drifted over the clouds I flicked through some old photos that I'd transferred back to my camera. My head filled with past memories and what we would talk about: the principle topic being the possibility of us getting back together. After we had broken-up on that bitterly cold New Year's Eve morning we parted on excellent terms. Nevertheless, it was a highly emotional time for us both. At first it was all tears and devastation. In order to overcome this we soon developed a particularly black sense of humour to make light of the situation. I had teased her that it was inevitable that we would have 'break-up sex' that night but she had convincingly dismissed any such notion. I had known that it was renowned for being especially intense and highly-charged and so had considered it to be something that, given the circumstances, I wanted to experience and would allow me to temporarily forget my misery.
That evening we struggled to eat at all. The turmoil had killed our appetites and my throat was simply too dry and choked with emotion to accept much food. I had just pushed my plate to one side when I caught sight of a fierce intensity in Julia's eyes. We leapt at one another, feeding ferociously on each other's lips and necks. Until that moment we had typically favoured prolonged passion that teased, delighted and gradually built up to a massive mutual crescendo. However on that night neither of us had any interest in developed foreplay: we simply needed an outlet for our anger, grief and inner turbulence. We tore the clothes of each other in a manner possessed, as our kisses became increasingly aggressive. Julia flung herself onto the kitchen table regardless of the unwashed plates and crockery nearby. She lay back, spread her legs wide and beckoned me forth. I plunged deep into her sopping wet pussy with my throbbing erection and began a sustained attack on her pleasure spot with my thumb, slick with her lubricant that spilled onto her thighs. Every thrust I made forced the table to bang against the wall, causing the pots and plates to leap about and add to the tremendous noise. Through all the sounds her moans of joy swept over me, inducing me to increase the speed even further, until we reached a breathless wild frenzy. Moments later our giant emotional eruption came powerfully and simultaneously.
The next day we could not keep our hands off each other. I had never wanted to break-up but living in distant, different countries had proved insurmountable. Thus, we had separated without there being a fundamental problem in the relationship itself. We even discussed the possibility of getting back together in the future after she graduated. It was with all these thoughts in mind that I was travelling to Germany to see her for the first time again, after so long. I had decided that I must guard against appearing too keen as I didn't want her to think that she could just have me at the drop of a hat, though in my heart I knew she probably could.
After having made my way through security I passed through the final door out into the main entrance area of the airport. I scanned the surrounding faces in search of hers but all I could see were loads of guys holding up pieces of paper with various unknown names. I went beyond this horde and it was then that I saw her. For a few seconds she didn't see me, which permitted me the luxury of taking in her beautiful long locks and slender body. She turned towards me and her face lit up as our eyes met. Her features seemed even more striking than I remembered; her pale blue eyes sparkled, her cute little nose lightly twitched and her deliciously pink lips parted into a wide smile. When we embraced I couldn't help but contemplate what might lie ahead.
We arrived at Julia's flat, the very same one in which we had broken up three years earlier. All that had changed since then was that Julia had moved into one of the larger bedrooms and that her former flatmates had been replaced with a girl called Suzannah and a guy who had gone home for the weekend. We had just come in through the door when a colourfully dressed girl burst out of the door at the end of the hall.
"Hi, you must be Daniel," she said, smiling.
"And I guess you must be Suzannah. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. Please, call me Suzy. By the way, I like your camera; what model is it?"
"It's a 40D. I got it last year. Are you into photography too?"
"I dabble a bit when I have the time. I must confess I've been looking forward to meeting you for a while now."
"Oh really, why's that?"
"Well, judging by the way Julia has talked about you it sounds like you are one of the world's most popular ex-boyfriends."
"That's nice to hear," I grinned.
"I would struggle to find even a few kind words to describe my last boyfriend but Julia here simply never has a bad word to say about you."
My heart was warming on hearing this, though if either of them knew how much trouble I was having trying to avert my gaze from Suzy's ample chest then maybe they would have changed their minds. I looked to Julia who was understandably a little embarrassed and blushing at Suzy's revelations.
"Well, yes. Thanks for that Suzy. Why don't you make yourself useful and go and put the kettle on," said Julia, regaining her composure.
"You mean before I tell him any more?"
"Something like that. Anyway I know he could do with a cup of tea."
"You know me too well. I just need to unpack a few things first though, if that's OK?"
"Yeah, sure. This is my room now," she said, gesturing to the spacious room on her right.
I swiftly took my bags inside, took out what I needed, and headed into the kitchen. When I got there the two girls were already sitting down at the table, with three mugs of tea on it. The sight of the table caused my mind to return to that scene in my head of us frantically 'consummating' our break-up. On seeing me standing motionless in the doorway the girls broke off their conversation.
"Are you OK?" asked Suzy.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"You seemed to be in a world of your own for a moment there."
"I was just...umm...yeah, thinking about something," I spluttered, fearing that Julia would immediately guess what had occupied my mind.
On the flight I had repeatedly reminded myself to avoid indulging in too much nostalgia around Julia for fear of appearing to have not moved on at all in life -- something that I thought she would find unattractive.
"So, what are your plans for the evening?" asked Suzy.
"I don't know. We'll probably go out for some dinner and maybe watch a film or something," said Julia. "How about you?"
"Well, I have something already planned so I won't be able to join you unfortunately. Though I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on so I wouldn't want to intrude on your romantic evening."
Both Julia and I were a little stung by this overt insinuation as the potential rekindling of our romance was something unspoken, which neither of us wished to prematurely bring into the open. Thankfully, Julia appeared to share my feeling that if either of us were to protest it would only serve to strengthen Suzy's assumptions.
"What are you up to then?" I probed, eager to deflect the attention away from our evening.
"I'm just going out for a few drinks with friends from my course. I'll try not to disturb you too much when I come in."
"That's alright. We'll probably be awake anyway," said Julia.
"Doing what, I wonder?"
"Watching the film. Weren't you listening earlier?" I said in jest, relishing this battle of wits.
"Yes, I was listening. I just thought that the film will have finished by the time I come home and that you may be doing something else," she said with a knowing smile.
"Like sleeping," I suggested.
"But Julia just said you'd probably be still awake. Perhaps she has something else planned for you tonight?"
"Or perhaps we'll still be watching the film," I countered.
