Dani
The closer we got to Alan's restaurant, the more nervous I became. This was happening. After a lifetime, I was going to see my first love. The limo pulled into the parking lot of 'Ryder's Bar and Grill'. When our driver, surprisingly, an older woman, opened our door, all I could do was sit. It was like I was in a trance, couldn't move. My mind went back to the last time I'd seen Alan, his very last words, "I love you, we'll make this work."
I cried almost steady the rest of that day and off and on for so long that I don't remember, seemingly forever. I knew then that it would likely be the end of our relationship, one that, until he accepted the Georgia scholarship, I'd assumed would be the rest of our lives. He tried to explain why 'Georgia', instead of Wazzu, but it didn't make sense to me, something about how their quarterback making the receivers look good and he was looking ahead to the NFL.
He was right and it had worked out for him. He'd ended up being drafted fifteenth, in the first round by the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. But he and I hadn't 'made it work'.
This will be the first time I've seen him since he got on the plane in Pasco that Tuesday morning, August 2nd. We kept in contact for a while, but after a year and it was obvious that 'we' weren't going to work out, we gradually lost contact. With his off-season training, he never came home again.
Then I met Robert and you know the rest. I don't regret a moment of our lives together and we have two wonderful children, still waiting for our first grandchild. And I don't want to wreck that life with a man I haven't seen for an entire lifetime. It's why I HAVE to stay strong.
All this went through my mind in a few moments as I sat in that limo seat in front of Alan's restaurant. It seemed as if every detail of our ten-month relationship (was that all the longer it was - seems so much longer now) was gradually coming back to me in stark, vivid detail.
When Robert finally got my attention I slid out of the leather seat and remembered the dress I was wearing, the painstaking efforts to make myself enticing. For what? To punish Alan for leaving me? To seduce him? No, not that. He wouldn't have needed any seducing. I know that Robert had virtually insisted on me wearing what I was, but I'm a grown woman, able to make my own choices. I wore this dress because I wanted to. Because as difficult as it's going to be, I wanted to be beautiful and sexy in Alan's eyes, not just in his memory. I want him to share in my frustrated libido.
We thanked Carolyn, our chauffeur, for the ride, and arm-in-arm, Robert supporting me, we walked into the unknown.
Alan was there, in his entrance lobby, waiting for us - for me. We stood, just looking at each other, me trying my hardest not to cry. I loved this man, wanted to spend my life with him. We took tentative steps toward each other, then hugged, his arms around me for the first time since August 1988, almost thirty-two years.
My desire for him, that had faded a little with my nervousness in the car, returned with a vengeance. He didn't kiss me, thankfully. I'd have been lost if he had. But then he backed away, "Daniella..." he hesitated, watching me wipe away the tears that had made their appearance, "you're so beautiful, more than I even remember."
His voice, so soft and gentle, just like I remember. I wanted so badly to kiss him, to make the last thirty-one years go away, hold him in my arms forever. My resolve wavered, almost giving way to my lust. But then I remembered my husband standing beside me and was finally able to speak, "Alan, this is my husband, Robert."
His big, powerful hand took Robert's and they shook. I wondered if Robert had realized just how close I'd come in that instant to letting myself be pulled into something unthinkable. Thankfully, the moment had passed and Alan led us to the table that had been prepared just for us.
Alan's presence made me remember the dress I was wearing, the bra that I wasn't wearing, how I looked to him and it sent a thrill through my body. I tried not to, but couldn't stop myself from quickly glancing down at his groin area. I saw what I had secretly hoped, his erection.
And I remember thinking that his body would likely be softer than he was at eighteen. I was so wrong. He had broad shoulders, incredible, thick arms, like he could have been a competitive weight lifter. I couldn't stop my mind from wondering what it would be like to make love with him. Even as an eighteen-year-old, he was incredible, but now! I wanted...
"You mind if I have dinner with you?" he asked, thankfully interrupting my dangerous train of thought.
I opened my mouth to tell him that I'd hoped he would when Robert spoke first, "I think Dani would be disappointed if you didn't. She's been looking forward to this for a long time."
He had no idea!
Our table was one for four with a beautiful flower arrangement on the white tablecloth, two sets of silverware, and cloth napkins in the center. When I looked a little surprised at only two sets, Alan told me, "I didn't want to be presumptuous, I'll have a third brought over."
The table was adjacent to a big window overlooking the bay, a similar view to the one from our balcony, except from right adjacent to the water instead of fourteen floors up. The colorful city lights reflecting were beautiful. I sat down and was a little surprised and a lot alarmed when Robert sat on the opposite side. It was like... I don't know, he was pushing us together?
Alan sat down in the chair beside mine and I tensed, remembering his ways. "Babygirl," he started, "that perfume... and your dress... you've grown up!"
I almost let out a whimper when I felt his hand on my leg, sending an electric sensation through my whole body. He could always do that with a single touch. But this time...
A waitress stopped at our table, leaving us three glasses of ice water and two menus. "I take it these are your friends you've been waiting for, Alan," she said.
He smiled at her, "They are," he motioned toward me, "knew this beautiful lady in high school. Haven't seen her since... knew her pretty well, in fact."
Yeah he did, every part of me. The way she smiled when he said that implied that she understood exactly what he was saying.
It was obvious that he had a good relationship with his employees. That made him even more attractive in my eyes.
And his fingers, rubbing little circles on my bare leg, right below my hemline. I was glad I hadn't worn any stockings or especially the slacks I'd originally planned. The feel of his hand on my bare skin was just, so erotic, driving me wild.
"Babygirl, tell me about you, your life."
