Reuniting with Michelle

There's a new bar in Plano, called Union Bear. Every night since it opened, it has been packed. The parking lot is completely full and parking goes all the way down the street for blocks. The space is perfect for gathering with your friends. It is cozy enough to where you don't have to scream to be heard, but busy enough to where you blend in with everyone. People are standing around the bar, and the tables are full, but the service is still great. Especially our waitress; she seems to have an infectious positive energy about her.

An air of confidence, but not bitchiness. My coworkers and I decided to have happy hour here tonight. It was great fun, decently priced, and the food is surprisingly good for being a bar. I was about three beers in when my coworkers started dropping like flies. It has been just the longest week, and everyone was simply exhausted. I get it. I just was not ready to leave yet and there was something about the waitress that peaked my attention. Something about her felt familiar, but I just couldn't place it.

Over the trips from the table to the bar, and back to the table, and back to the bar, as she waited on us, I learned things about her. She had gone to the same university as I had and she was almost my age, just a year younger. She was working as a teacher at a private school and bartending on the weekends just for fun, and to make a little extra money. She said she liked teaching, but needed more grown-up conversation, although, she said that drunks are a lot like elementary school kids. I get that. After most of my coworkers had left, it was just me and Grace. Her boyfriend Wyatt works at a food truck and didn't get off until 2 a.m. when the local bars closed.

Grace wasn't in a hurry to get home to an empty house, except for her dog which she had let out between work and our hours of 'happy hour'. Grace and I were talking about the program we graduated from. She's 20 years younger than me, but we have the same degree/same major and same minor. It was during this conversation that the waitress and I realized that we had classes together! And the more we talked about it, the more I remembered her being in several of them, my junior year and early senior year before I took my internships and graduated.

Her name is Michelle, and she looks mostly the same as I can remember. Blonde shoulder length hair, about 6 inches taller than me, and if I had to guess, she's probably a size 8 or 10. Kind of average looking woman, but she was spunky and funny back in the day. Now, I would describe her as 'full of personality'. Her laughter was contagious, and she was a damn good waitress, too. I couldn't believe it took me all night to remember who she was, and as it all clicked, it seemed like we both made the realization at the same time. She brought Grace and I another round of drinks and stayed to chat for a little bit, but she still had tables to serve. Every time she came back to the table, she would rest her arm on my shoulder, which was awkwardly familiar for someone I hadn't seen in 20+ years. I tried hard not to notice that her fingertips very inadvertently brushed the top of my breast each time she rested her arm there on my shoulder. I knew it was unintentional, but I couldn't help but feel it, notice it, and try really hard not to blush.

It was getting kind of late, and Grace thought she better go home to let her dog, Dougie, out and to get ready for bed. Grace cashed out with Michelle, and Michelle asked me if I would stay for one more drink. She said she was about to clock out and that she didn't have closing-time duties like the other staff did. What's one more drink?

Michelle and I sat and chitchatted for quite some time. She told me about graduating and getting married. About divorcing. She said she wasn't really into having kids and that after the divorce, she was free to do whatever she wanted to do, however she wanted to do it, and with whoever she wanted. Now, you know drunk me is a little more flirtatious than I probably should be. The words, "Oh, so you just have whatever kind of sex with whoever you want, whenever you want it?" It wasn't as loud in the bar as I thought it was and I was quickly embarrassed by being so forward and loud.

However, Michelle leaned in really close to my face, and said, "Yes I do."I was surprised, and even more so when she said, "And, tonight I think it's you."

Holy hell. What!?! I was buzzed just enough to be completely turned on, and just sober enough to think that this girl is crazy. I told her that I've never been with a woman and that it seemed weird to even think about being with her.

She said, "That's dumb, but if a man being there makes you feel more comfortable, then so be it. Call your husband and see if he wants to join us."

I know Kyle; that is not his cup of tea. In fact, he told me many many years ago that me being with another woman was cheating. We've both grown up a bunch since then, but I've never questioned his statement. I still think he believes it. I think he would turn down an opportunity for a threesome. But I know a man that would never say no... and that man is you.

Michelle got up from the table to go grab us another drink but told me to call you to join us; especially if it would make me feel more comfortable and be available for her tonight. It's super late, there's no way that you are leaving your house to join us... But I have to know. I feel compelled to have this experience, but I'm not doing it alone. This woman might be a psychopath! Dying in a threesome might the coolest way to die though.

I open my phone and have serious debate about texting you, but I figured that you'd find some way to play it off if it got you in trouble. I texted, "Matt, this is insane. I ran into an old friend from college tonight, and I am pretty sure I'm really drunk, but she has asked me to follow her home and to find someone to join me. Like, join join me. At her house. Will you join me? Or at least save me if she's a serial killer or something?"

It wasn't 30 seconds later that you replied: "What's the address?"

About that time, Michelle came back to the table, and she said, "I can tell by your face that he said yes." She said that she lived in Celina and wondered if that was too far? She wrote down the address, and I texted it to you. I looked up at her before we walked away from the table and she had this crazy sparkle and mischievousness in her eyes.

Oh my God, Matt! I cannot believe this is actually going to happen.

We walked out of Union Bear together, but she was parked behind it in employee parking, and I was parked several blocks away. She asked me if I was going to stand her up, and my words said no, but my mind was freaking out. I think she could tell, so she leaned forward, put her arms around my waist, and kissed me.

What the heck!?! Right there in front of everyone, I'm kissing another woman. The sense of everyone watching disappeared as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. Her lips were so soft and delicate. Her tongue slick as it slid against my tongue. She wanted me. And I was lost in the moment of wanting her. Our lips parted and she stared very intently into my eyes. The kiss was over and the vulnerability of having just kissed another woman washed all over me. I didn't complain; definitely did not fight her off, but I was hyperaware of the coming and going of people around us.

I was standing there kind of in a daze and my phone dinged. It was you; you were on your way to Celina. I told her, "Maybe we should head to our cars rather than standing here processing what just happened. Matt has already headed to your house."

The whole drive to Celina, I was trying to drive more soberly than I was, and also telling myself that I could do this! This was going to be an excellent experience; I had nothing to freak out about. I tried to focus on meeting you there, because I knew that you would give me whatever confidence I needed to get over myself and my anxious brain.

I pulled up to Michelle's house and her car was already there. I parked behind her and took a couple of deep breaths to psych myself up and to calm myself down. As I was climbing out of my car, you pulled up in your truck. Perfect timing. I mean perfect. I was happily anxious, but knew there was no way I was walking up to the door alone.

You walked up to me standing next to my car and gave me the most perfect Matt kiss. You sucked on my bottom lip, just how I like it. Goosebumps popped up on my arms and I got those feel-good shivers along my spine. It had been a while since I last saw you, since I had last been with you. You know me so well. You know how your kisses make my knees feel weak. I melted just a little bit in your arms. Yes, texting you was the perfect decision and this feeling of desire washing over me was just what I needed.

You were looking down at me as she opened the door and stuck her head out. She yelled, "Are y'all coming? Are you gonna bring that inside, or leave me out of it?"

I held your hand, and we walked into her house. She had poured three glasses of whiskey. You know I'm not a whiskey drinker, but these glasses had giant ice cubes in them, and it didn't burn as bad since it was so cold. I bet the few drinks I had at the bar made a difference, too.

I introduced the two of you to each other, and she asked if you could imagine the two of us knowing each other 20 years ago in college. You smiled and I knew what you were thinking. With innuendo dripping off your words, you said, "The two of you at any age is never too much to imagine or too much handle."

She laughed and said, "I take that as a challenge!"

Y'all were freaking me out! I was not prepared for this woman that I used to know, that I hardly know now, and this man that I crave constantly, to be so flirty with each other. You were standing to my right and she was standing somewhat to my left and in front of me. You wrapped your left arm around me and pulled me a bit closer to you, then leaned in and kissed her. I had mixed emotions of jealousy and curiosity. All I knew for sure was that I wanted some, too!

I don't know what overcame me. Am I really going to do this? Were we both going to do this? Was it the whiskey? Was I drunk on the thought of being with you and with her?

After y'all kissed, she looked at me and said, "Let's take this to my room," with a little smirk and a quick raising of her eyebrows. She turned and started walking out of her living room, motioning for us to follow her. She was nonchalantly walking down the hall, taking her clothes off as she walked. She was completely nude before we even got to her bedroom door.

She was curvy in just the right ways as I watched her walk down the hall. I had thoughts of grabbing her hips and slowing her down, pulling her into me.

As she entered her bedroom, she turned around and looked at the two of us like she expected us to already have our clothes off, too.

You stepped in and sat on the edge of the bed to take your boots off. She grabbed one boot, I grabbed the other boot and we pulled. I looked at her and laughed, because she was completely naked, holding your boot in front of her. It made her look like she was trying to hide behind it, but not actually covering up any of her body. She looked like someone trying to hide behind a tree; a beautiful, nude woman hiding behind a boot! She chunked your boot across the room and grabbed the one I was holding and did the same. Her breasts were small enough to be perky even in her early 40s. Her skin was pale, and even more so in the places that never see the sun.

She told me to take off my clothes, then she looked at you and demanded, "Get those pants off."

It was like I couldn't help but do what she said and you were very happy to oblige her. It clicked to me that she was a teacher; she had great skill in telling us what to do.

I was standing there taking my clothes off and you were pulling down your pants. She grabbed the end of your jeans and helped you get them off your body faster.

I was taking off my clothes, thinking about how eager I was to have you and to show her how amazing you are.

I was just taking off my panties as she dropped between your legs and took your dick in her mouth. Wait, wait, wait! It caught me off guard at how quickly she was moving.

I handed you my panties. You've always liked to sniff them, to smell my arousal before you take me. You took them, inhaled, and smiled. You could smell my wetness and you knew how much I was turned on by this new experience. She was watching you holding my panties in front of your face. I wondered if she regretted taking hers off so quickly? Watching you smell me on my most intimate clothing made me feel so seductive and sexy. There's just something about you holding those delicate panties that sends a wave of desire through me. Though your cock was in her mouth, I could see that she was smiling looking up at you.

You put one hand on her shoulder and reached out and grabbed my hand with your other hand. You pulled me close and took my breast into your mouth. "OK. I'm OK." is what my mind was saying to itself. God you felt good. Having large breasts is a blessing and a curse. I've found that men will do just about anything for me if I flaunt what I've got; however, they aren't as perky as they used to be and God-forbid I ever want to wear a button up shirt! When I say I'm voluptuous, I'm a 38DDD and they stick out just ready to be played with. I've found that most men are 'boob guys' and you definitely are no exception. I was enjoying the feeling of your tongue on my nipple, the flicking right across the tip is such a turn on. They're so sensitive and particularly eager for you. I know how soft and smooth, nearly velvety, they feel against your tongue. My head naturally tilts back to expose my breasts, my skin, and my neck to you. I could feel your breath and I could hear the sucking and licking sounds she was making with you in her mouth.

I was lost in the moment until I felt her hand run up the backside of my thigh. I tightened up my muscles in response to the surprise touch. This was all so new; she was about to touch my lips. I was eager and a little shy. She got right to where my thighs meet and softly slid a finger between my lips. Oh my. Her finger moved slowly, separating the outer lips and circling her finger around my inner lips. I could tell I was so wet already. Her fingers encouraged the juices to flow. She found my clit with her fingertip and I grabbed your arm to help hold me steady.

You were feeling her work your dick with her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around the tip of you. You had my breast in your mouth, and softly touching her face with your other hand. I was gasping for air with the combined joy from you and her.

I know what you like though, and my breast in your mouth is not satisfying enough for you. You like to taste! She was still sucking on you and you laid back, with your back flat on the bed, your knees bent at the edge, and her head between your legs. You pulled me by the hand and told me to straddle your chest. I climbed up on the bed, and turned to face her, carefully putting my knees on either side of your chest.

I was mesmerized by watching her work you. She looked so content bringing you such pleasure. You pulled my hips back and up to taste me. Oh my goodness! The feeling of your tongue between my lips was exhilarating. I was so wet; you could taste how much I wanted you. And no lie, how much I wanted her, too. I wondered if I tasted as good as I smell. How does the nectar from my body taste to you? Is it sweet, a little earthy, maybe a little salty? I have been drinking and I wondered if that made a difference.

You were licking between my folds and slowly tracing your tongue up over my tight little ass hole and then back down. The feeling of your tongue back there tickles and sends sensations through my whole body that I can't quite explain. All I knew was that I didn't want you to ever, ever, stop.

I placed one of my hands down on the bed to hold myself up, and I grabbed her hair with my other hand. I grabbed a fistful and twisted my hand to make it tight against her scalp. She was like me; she liked the feeling of having her hair slightly pulled. She looked up at me, and I finally understood why you like it when I look up at you that way. There's a sense of her pleasing me while she's pleasing you when she looks up at me like that.

She stopped sucking you and she kissed me again. She kissed with a desperation. Almost like her kiss was kissing you through my body. I could taste you on her, a slightly sweet and slightly citrusy taste of your pre-cum. The kiss was a delicious one; one that I will remember forever.

"Sexy, lean down and suck your man." she instructed. You and I looked like a 69, but I was on top of you.

"Yes ma'am." I said, just like a student would to their teacher. I took you in my mouth and was so happy to bring you pleasure.

She climbed up on the bed and moved up by your head. She was kissing your neck, your ears, the top of your head. She stopped to watch you eat me. You have always been so talented with your mouth and your tongue. I consider myself one lucky woman to have a man in my life who makes me feel so good.

All the sudden, I felt her finger looping around my ass. She stopped for a second and then put her finger back, wet. What did she get it wet with? Is it from her mouth, or from between her legs? I can't tell but I can feel that it is slippery. She is sliding her finger a little bit in and then out, then down by where you are licking, and then back up. A little bit in and out, then down by where you are licking again, then back up. If the sensations from your tongue licking my ass is difficult to explain, the feeling of her finger softly, slipping slightly into me is indescribable.

My breath was coming at increased pace and all the muscles inside of me were tightening. I was feeling amazing and ready to cum. I tried to wait, I didn't want the moment to end, but she grabbed my ass cheeks in her hands and squeezed. There was something about the feeling that pushed me over the edge. My groan was sudden and intense. I felt the release wash out of me. I could hear your sounds of pleasure and happiness, loving all of the wetness that was rolling down your chin and cheeks. Michelle giggled, and I felt her playing between my lips and sweeping the wetness up to play a little more with my ass hole.

Poor you; in all that wonderful experience, I had neglected you. You were still extremely hard, but I had left you unattended. I leaned back up and scooted down some so that I didn't smother you, not that I thought you would be disappointed by my wet pussy sweeping across your face. You were both watching me, as I spun around and straddled your hips.

Riding you is my favorite position and I moaned as I slid down the length of you. The pressure of the tip of your penis against my G spot is like tiny fireworks going off inside my body. You always feel amazing inside of me. I swear, there's nothing better than the feeling of you deep within me.

Michelle watched my face, and then she looked down at you and said, "My turn." She scooted herself down and positioned herself right over your face. She was nearly face to face with me. She began kissing me and fondling me; moaning into my mouth as you skillfully licked all of her, just like you had me. How did she taste in comparison to me? She had to have been so wet and ready for your lips and your tongue to pleasure her. She had been so patiently waiting.

Her moans were long and deep, and I could tell she loved every second of having you licking her. I was stroking her back and pushing down on her butt as you were pushing up into her with your tongue and your lips. You were using your hands to separate her butt cheeks and open things up for you. You were using your thumbs to play with her tight ass, too.