At the airport I checked my look a few times. Nonsense. That was not what would be crucial, I knew. But the sight of myself looking pretty and tidy gave me the confidence boost I needed to act.
Arthur always looked good. Formal attire suited him well. Anyway, in the morning, I made him go to work with a suit, shirt and tie that I liked better. Something elegant, but more youthful than the ones he usually wore.
Soon, the flight status screen informed us that Cassy's plane had landed.
My heartbeat quickened. The plan would finally be put to the test.
From a distance I saw Cassy coming through the gate that separates the lobby from the arrivals area.
She looked really beautiful. Her pale skin glowed, highlighted by a beautiful frame of dark brown hair curled up to her shoulders. Her eyes and smile lit up her entire face. Cassy seemed genuinely happy to see us.
She was dressed in a white blouse, a knee-length skirt, and a pair of high heels. All very professional, except that she was not going to a meeting at that moment, the shoe was too showy, and the shirt was two buttons open wider than usual.
She hugged me tightly. I felt her body pressed against mine and inhaled her deliciously sensual perfume. I had the impression that she held the hug tighter than usual - or maybe it was my anxiety fooling me.
At that moment Arthur saw that beauty and had obscene thoughts of the three of us mingling on a bed, in positions such that it would be difficult to distinguish where one began and the other ended. What he would never imagine is that the pornographic thoughts he was having with Cassy at that moment were very similar to the ones I was having. He would be shocked - and happy, of course! - to know that I was viewing those beautiful breasts with even more lust than he was.
"You look beautiful!" - Cassy told me.
I blushed slightly and replied:
"Thank you! You look great! Miss you!"
Arthur put her suitcase in the car and we headed to our apartment.
"Wow... It's been a long time... I really miss you" - I said, kind of repetitively.
"So much! It's been a long time since you guys have been to the capital.
"But now everything will work out and you will come here more often!
"I hope so! I've been working hard to make this partnership work. In these last few months I've only had time for work".
"Is it hard, then?"
"Yes, since I broke up with my boyfriend it's been all work. I don't even have time for my personal life. And you can imagine that after a while it gets complicated..." and laughed.
We arrived at our apartment and went to the kitchen to talk.
The signals Cassy was sending me were good, but without a little alcohol I wouldn't have the courage to act.
We opened our first wine, a pinot noir and relaxed talking about trips and reminiscing about stories from the past.
I managed to mention the sorority party where we kissed, but without mentioning the fact itself. Only she would know about it. I said something like:
"Oh, we used to go to some good sorority parties. There was the one at the medical students' house, and the one at Sebastian's house, and there was the great one at John and Mark's house. Do you remember?
It was at John and Mark's party that we kissed. She seems to have realized that I purposely omitted the fact and played along.
"Yes, I remember. That day was great! I kissed a lot!" she said with amusement.
We moved to the dining table and began to eat, always chatting animatedly. Taking advantage of the implicit hook of the kiss, I started talking about relationships. About marriage, about intimacy. I opened another bottle of wine and that's when I said:
"One of the most important things is for the couple to want the same things, I think. To have common objectives. To understand each other about decisions like financing or having children, and, of course, to have similar desires in bed. Sex is important, isn't it?"
Arthur agreed and so did Cassy. Both made comments defending the sexual freedom to do what one wants.
