I called you early Monday morning, before you were even awake. I got the machine and I hoped that you would hear the message before you left for the day.
I was flying into Memphis Thursday afternoon for a weekend away from it all. Jessica decided she would take the weekend off too and fly down to Memphis with me. After that tryst in Seattle last summer, and nearly a year since I'd had you inside me, I needed to see you again. Could I persuade you to meet us in Memphis? Yes... us...
I checked my email and phone messages all week hoping for a response. Yes.. no.. either way, just as long as you said something. By Thursday I still hadn't heard anything from you, and I figured you weren't coming. I called and left the hotel name and room number on your voice mail, just in case, and Jessica and I boarded the plane and took off for a weekend with Elvis.
I confided to Jessica right after I got home from Seattle. I told her everything that happened between us,. She didn't look surprised when I told her.
"A⦠do you feel guilty for fucking Greg when you went to Seattle?" Jess asked.
"Guilty? He was the best fuck I've ever had. No, I don't feel guilty." I reached across the seat and brushed Jessica's chest with my arm.
"Careful hun. You know I want you anyway."
"Yeah, I know." I smiled. "It's too bad Greg won't be meeting us in Memphis. He's always wanted to see two girls go at it."
"Well, we can videotape it for him." Jessica laughed as she put her hand on my thigh. This may turn out to be an exciting weekend after all.
The plane pulled into Memphis Airport around 4:15 in the afternoon. Jess and I grabbed our bags from the luggage return and headed across the terminal to the exit. We stepped outside and Jess lit up a cigarette. The sultry Memphis air hit me and brought back memories of Seattle. The heat, the humidity, the passion. God, how I wanted you again. I'd resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't ever feel you inside me again, and decided to let it go. Memories were great, but I needed the real thing, and I wasn't going to get it.
Jess stomped out her cigarette and tossed it in the ashtray as I hailed a cab. We arrived at the hotel a few minutes later and checked into our rooms.
Jess plopped down on the bed and pulled out a map of the city.
"So, A, what do you want to do first?" I was preoccupied checking out the room and didn't answer her at first. I was surprised to feel her arms around my waist as she whispered in my ear, "What are you in the mood for?"
I turned around slowly to face her, making sure she didn't move her arms away from my body. She smelled so good, her skin was so soft, her blond hair brushed against my cheek. "I don't know." Was all I could muster. She moved her hands from my waist and rubbed my arms.
"Hey, it's ok. I'll go slow." She said. She leaned her face towards mine, and when I didn't pull back, she softly kissed me. Very soft, very slow. She pulled away and looked into my eyes.
"Are you ok?" She asked me.
"Yeah..." I managed, mesmerized by these feelings inside me, and the ache in my body.
"Not now." She said. Jess walked over to the bed and picked up her suitcase. "I'm gonna change and then we are gonna hit the town. Get changed A. We'll finish this later." I nodded at her and grabbed my slinkiest dress from my suitcase.
*****
We got back to the hotel around midnight, exhausted from our night on the town, and collapsed on the bed.
"Did you have fun, A?" Jess asked me as she sat up began unbuttoning her shirt.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "It was awesome."
"Are you still thinking about Greg?" Jess walked over to the bathroom door and reached in for her brush. I watched the bristles part her long blond hair as it fell softly over her shoulders.
"Off and on." I lied. I thought about you constantly. Jess walked over to me and gently kissed my forehead.
"Try not to worry. You'll see him again soon."
"How would you know?" I asked her.
"Well, I kinda contacted him the day before yesterday and we was going to meet us here."
"Oh my god Jess. Well, where is he?" I could feel my pussy juices begin to flow.
"I don't know." She said. "But he knows which hotel room we are in so he should be here."
My heart pounded at the thought of seeing you again.