It had been nearly 10 years since she had seen him. Even longer since she had fucked him. As she stood there waiting for him to arrive in the hotel lobby, she wondered how much he had changed.
Sarah had met Jacob in college. When she had been a freshman, he was one of the first people she met. She had attended a floor meeting the RA of her dorm had planned during the first week of school, and she had seen him there. He had been perched on the window ledge that ran the length of the picture window along the side wall in the lobby. It was a coed floor. Men lived down one hall, women down the other. The group of students from all classes played silly games with lollipops and got to know each other. They would be living together for a year, so a sense of community would be important.
He had seemed "scary" in her opinion. Some older student who sat perched there on that ledge not saying much, but seeming wise and not willing to waste his time on some young thing fresh out of high school. Sarah's nervousness at being in such a new place didn't allow her to focus much on him at the time, but she always remembered that first meeting. How he sat there, quiet and strong, with his foot up on the wall heater under the ledge, his elbow perched on his knee.
Sarah brought herself back from her trip down memory lane by checking her watch. She rose from the over-stuffed chair she had been sitting on just inside the lobby and went to the glass front doors to peer out and see if she could see him or his car. She had no idea what kind of car he drove now. In college he had driven a few different cars, one of which was a convertible. She had loved riding around campus with him in that car with the top down, feeling the wind blow through her hair as they crept along the winding roads of their campus. She smiled to herself as she recalled another time they had taken the convertible to the lake and watched a storm roll across the water, eventually reaching them and nearly drowning them as the thunder crashed above them. Of course the top was down and the car got soaked!
Sarah and Jacob had become good friends during that first year. After she got to know him, he wasn't so "scary" after all. They spent late nights together watching movies, listening to music, hanging out in the lounge, and just generally having a good time. Sarah would tell him all about her boyfriend back home, and he would tell her about the girls he was dating. Their friendship developed into something that was important enough for her to search for him and find him after all these years.
Not seeing him anywhere in the parking lot, Sarah went to the bathroom to freshen up. She wasn't sure why she was expecting him already. She had gotten there an hour early, and he still had 30 minutes until he was expected. She went into the bathroom and entered a stall to try and pee quickly before he got there. Whenever she was nervous she felt like she had to pee all the time.
As she sat there on the toilet in the ladies room listening to the quiet hum of the overhead florescent lights she thought back to the last few weeks. She had been trying to track Jacob down for years, and never had any luck until about three weeks ago. She had always tried her favorite search engine to attempt to track down a phone number or email, but nothing ever came up in the search results. On an off chance she tried a search engine she didn't normally use, and there at the top of the search results was a link to a high school faculty page with not only a picture of her long lost friend, but also an email address. She had hurriedly typed an email message to him, hit send and then went to bed. She awoke to find an enthusiastic response from Jacob in her inbox, and the following three weeks were full of emails back and forth, late night online chats and eventually a few phone calls.
Sitting there all nervous and wishing she could pee, Sarah thought about all the things they had discussed in those chats and phone calls. They had talked about how Jacob had gotten married right after he graduated. Sarah shared her own experiences with dating. Sadly, Jacob also disclosed he was now a widower, and shared the loneliness he often felt now that he was single. Sarah could relate. She had gone from man to man over the last decade, trying to find herself and understand her own sexuality. She disclosed her journey to Jacob, tentatively at first and then boldly once she realized he would not judge her. She told him all about how she discovered the world of BDSM and how she finally understood her sexual desires within a context she had searched nearly her whole life to identify. She told him long stories about how she was trained under a former Master, being made to serve and to please him at his whim.
In turn, Jacob shared the details of his marriage while his wife was alive. He had loved his wife, truly loved her, but there had been many differences between them. None of the differences were enough to actually separate, but they were differences that had always haunted Jacob. They were differences that had mattered a great deal to him, and to most men. His wife used sex as a weapon, not allowing certain things, dictating how and where and when. He was unfulfilled, but his love for his wife in every other area kept him faithful. Sarah listened to all these stories with sadness. She had remembered Jacob's sexual appetite and the things that he liked. It made her sad to think that he had lived all these years without really experiencing his inner most desires, and then the loss of his wife on top of that broke her heart even more.
Sarah and Jacob had only slept together a handful of times when they were in college. It was during her second year that their friendship budded into something more. She had been very tentative each time, and he had been completely patient and gentle. He had wanted some of the things from her that he mentioned his wife had never given him, and Sarah was again saddened that she had denied him those acts at the time. She did, however, have fond memories of how his cock felt inside of her.
