"Again I have to pick my younger sister up from school, another detention. No big, I know where the school is, after all I did go there for 4 years, I do know my way around. I'm sure I can find something to do. The school has changed since my time, 7 years ago. If I'm there early I can have a look around, talk to some of my old teachers etc. I'll find something." Realizing I'm talking to myself, I turn on the radio in the car.
"Singing is better than talking to myself" I say out loud, as if someone can hear me. Fond memories of high school engulf my thoughts for the rest of the journey.
I arrive at the school. As I look up at the once familiar school grounds I mutter, "Whoa" what happened here? They must of got a huge chunk of change to do all this."
I go inside and marvel at the changes. Finally come across a familiar face, the school librarian. I was friends with her son growing up, so as women tend to do, we start to chat about what I've been up to what she's been up to, what her son has been up to. In the content of the conversation we learn that both her son and I are married, have kids and are very happy with our lives. We talk about the new things that the school has been doing and she shows me her new library. Once the size of a small office room, where me and my friends meet up before and after school everyday, the library now has 4 floors and needs an elevator to access them. She tells me that she has to run, but leaves me with the keys to lock up when I'm done and put the keys in her mailbox after taking the self tour of the new place I used to call home.
I check the time. "about an hour left"
That's plenty of time. I deicide to start at the 4th floor and work my way down. I browse around and get a little overwhelmed with the memories and feel the 'at ease' feeling that I now realize I took for granted those years back.
I hear a familiar voice "Hey Ma?"
I poke my head around the corner, "Mike?"
"Hey Mel what are you doing here?" he says as he doesn't hesitate to run up and give me one of his 'Mike' hugs. You know those hugs that your friends give and only they can do it.
I tell him that I'm picking up my sister and ran into his mom and I had the keys to lock up. Like those innocent years before we talk for what seemed like forever. Joking, laughing, friendly jesters of "bumping" into each other as we talked. I was one of the guys in high school and in Mike's eyes I still am. The evidence of this was proven when he started playfully poking me in the face (which he knows I can't stand). We start to goof off, going back and forth with the poking, and licking, yes he likes to lick my face, weird I know. Within the playing he was going on about the new computer lab that was down stairs. He wanted to show me what they could do. We get in the elevator, the door closes behind us. He, again, pokes me in the cheak.
I respond with "oh Yea?" as I jump up wrap my legs around him and lick his face from the left cheak to the right. I start the return back to the left and his tongue stops mine. It startled me and I went to back up as he clenched me tighter and kissed me deep. I soon relaxed, returning the passionate kiss.
He pulls back, "I've been wanting to do that for years" he says as he firmly grabs my ass, while I lower my feet to the floor.
Standing there stunned, "Anything else that you've been wanting to do for years that I should know about?" I try to get it out without him hearing my voice quiver.
He smirks his boyish grin, "I don't know if I should, might freak you out."
