Going into the laundry mat, once again, swearing I would buy a washer and dryer, just like I did every week. Smiling to myself, I spotted an empty washer and hurried towards it. When I got close, this woman cut right in front of me and took the washer.
"Geez, that was real polite!" I admonished the woman.
Stomping to the other row of washers, I found another empty one. Stuffing my clothes into it quickly, before someone else took it from me. Deciding to go outside and smoke, I glared at the woman's back as I walked by.
Sitting on the bench, the sun on my face and a cigarette in my hand, I started to settle down. Head tipped back, eyes closed; I was in heaven, smiling to myself about my frivolous irritation. So immersed in my pleasure, I heard no one come up to me, but I could feel someone standing there. Sitting on the bench, I had to look up and even with the sun in my eyes I could tell it was the same woman.
"I'm sorry about the washer thing," purred the smoothest, most erotic voice I had ever heard. I looked into her deep soft brown eyes, while my eyes drifted across her face; I could see her perky little nose and her pouty, lascivious lips. I had never laid eyes on this woman but she seemed so familiar.
"No problem, I found one," I said shrugging my shoulders as though it had not bothered me.
I was having enough trouble dragging my eyes away from her exotic face, and then she smiled at me. My God, she was beautiful, her long black hair blowing in the breeze. My eager eyes traveled slowly down her stunning body. Dressed in a short tank top and daisy dukes, I could look to my hearts content. Her breasts were a big hand full, the nipples tipping up slightly, her round fleshy ass was gorgeously round. Her ebony body glistened in the sunlight as she fidgeted under my stare.
"Desi?" she asked incredulously, in a wide-eyed stare.
My eyes flipped back up to hers; there was only one person who called me that instead of Desiree. That was Mallory, my old college roomie and first woman lover.
"Mally?" I squealed as we ran into each other's arms, holding each other tightly crying. It had been so long since I had seen her. We had not parted pleasantly, I came home one day to a note from her. That said simply:
"I love you to much to do this in person, but you deserve better than me!"
That was a very hard time for me; it took me months to get over her. I tried to date but no one could measure up to my Mally, male or female. The misery had subsided, but I had never had a true relationship again. Being in her arms again felt truly wonderful, as I felt the stirring in my loins that no one had ever managed to do but her. After so many years, she had changed a lot in her facial had changed. I guess matured, but it only enhanced her beauty. Thinking about those times, I felt myself stiffen as I pulled back. I swore no one would ever do that again to me.
"How are ya doing these days?" I asked her, a lot more aloof than I felt.
I could tell it hurt her feelings but damn it, I still hadn't gotten over what she had done to me!
"I'm doing real good, thanks and you?" she asked
"You married or have kids?" she whispered, like she didn't want to know the answer.
"Nope, none of the above and I'm fine thanks, how about you?" I murmured back, our eyes never leaving the others.
"Not here either, umm, hey, are your clothes done? I live pretty close if you'd like to come over for some coffee or something?" she asked.
I figured my clothes probably were done and I did want some answers so I got her address agreeing to meet with her, went in and got them so I could leave. Running a few errands first, okay, okay, stalling for time before I had to face the truth! If I was ever going to put this behind me I had to go! I decided, what the hell, and looked again at the address she gave me.
Pulling up in front of her house, I thought of every reason I should not be there. But I was plain scared of the answers I might be getting so, hurrying up to the door and ringing the bell quickly so I wouldn't chicken out. She answered the door on the first ring so she must have been waiting for me.
"I wasn't sure you were coming, I made some coffee, sit down," she said.
As I looked up at her from the sofa, I could see she was nervous too. Her eyes darting back and forth across my face searching for some clue of how I was feeling. I showed nothing but inside I was a mess.
