I went back to Oldfather's again where Lisa and I had frequented for years. Ever since she dumped me it hurt too much to do much of anything, especially go to that bar. But I finally decided to be a part of life again. I hoped that sooner or later I'd meet new friends and would then associate the place with them instead of Lisa.
One night about two months ago I was up at the bar, which was where I usually sat when I was alone. I didn't like being in the spotlight like that, but I figured I wouldn't meet people if I weren't so noticeable. I definitely didn't knock my drink off the counter and crash it upon the floor on purpose, but if I hadn't I probably would never have known Gwynn.
As I tried to handle the mess she crouched down beside me, and with a smile said, "Hi." I was surprised by how much that gesture touched me. As the waitress came and finished it up Gwynn suggested we sit at a booth where it was more comfortable.
She said she had been noticing me and was wondering what I was writing. I told her it was many things: thoughts, stories, solutions, sometimes drawings. Anything to keep me from staring at nothing. Just so it would look like I had a purpose. She said she wanted to know what I felt like when I sat there alone. I told her it felt nothing like how I felt after the moment she said, "Hi". She smiled. Our hands somehow touched and we held on. Her smile didn't quit. Her eyes wouldn't let go. I didn't know anything about her, except that somehow she felt just as I did.
Talking was magical. Years of layers around each of us were suddenly not there. It was as if the world no longer had meaning or presence. She said she had a friend who was so dear to her. I suddenly didn't know what to think or feel. Gwynn, I found out, has many friends. She is special in that way. My heart wanted to be a part of hers. I kept hold of her hands as she talked. She seemed to like that.
My expression of consuming interest in every part of her remained fixed I as heard her speak dearly of her close friend. After a several minutes I heard her friend described as a 'she'. I couldn't feel my expression. From the swirling of so many emotions I lost sense of what was within me. I didn't know what to say or how to be. I just 'was' as my heart supported hers. She described to me the love and closeness they felt together. As I felt her I began to learn that there are so many kinds of friendship and love, so many parts of us that need so much.
We felt something together, something deep within us that the other could reach inside and warmly touch. I didn't want to let her go. I didn't want to loose sight of her. I didn't want reality to return, but only to feel her through me, to feel alive inside again.
The feelings between Gwynn and I literally drew us closer, our hands pulling us together. Her lips so soft, her eyes so deep. It couldn't be. We kissed, long and silently, conforming and warm. My hand by some mystical power pulled her around to my side of the booth where our arms wrapped around each other. We kissed so long, breaking only to feel her cheeks and neck with my lips. She held me tighter. Her mouth burned below my ear. Our inner selves awakened as we embraced the other's hidden and most protected depths.
She held my cheek with her soft hands and looked into my eyes. My hands held her sides, my forearms brushing her breasts. Time was no longer. Forever was felt and tasted. She laid her hand upon my lap, her fingers floating across my overcome, heightened arousal for her. She rested upon it then lightly around it. It felt like the hands of a thousand women. My open lips kissed hers, echoing to her my returned, intense passion for her.
She took my hand and held it firmly. With her eyes not leaving mine she slid slowly out of the booth, drawing me with her. We stood holding each other. I placed some bills on the table. Arm in arm we left not saying a word, not walking but riding what we felt together. My car appeared before us and my hand retrieved my key from, my pocket. With melting mouths she slipped into the front seat.
As my door closed the world disappeared and there was only us. Our mouths hungrily devoured what was never consumed, but remained only to be tasted and felt again and again and again. Her hand found me and gripped firmly as we let go of more and more of ourselves, until even we were gone from the present but somewhere away in the universe together.
She retrieved what was so fully aroused by her presence, by her touch, by her voice, by her eyes, by her entire being. She slid forward as my hand caressed up her skirt, and my fingers slid passed her soaked veil and entered her hot body. Our tongues echoed and amplified the arousing stimulation of our hands. Our surging breasts powered our contracting bodies. My lips felt the beating of her pulsing heart upon her neck as her sharp inhales heralded the clamping of my fingers from her burning rapture.
Gathering her breath she leaned over and took me in her mouth. Panting fiercely her head rose and fell with her moans. My hand glided under her skirt and panties and cupped her warm buns as I felt the warmth and intensity of her lips and tongue stroke the variations along my length. My thighs tightened and squirmed, my panting matched hers as she drew me harder and longer. My quivering hands softly stroked her long, soft, copper brown hair as I uttered, "Are you sure?" My thighs flinched and my right hand gripped her side as my body released. Her moans doubled, her head rocked faster as I felt her suck load after load after load. My tip became so sensitive that my hands tried unavailingly to steady her, but finally pulling her off me and up to where our lips could again be warmed by the other's. Our faces melted again together as our tongues tasted me.
