Reading Parts I&II will help you understand the general plot here. Votes/Feedback is appreciated. The plan her is to take this into a much longer story.
Reunion with Tony
Tony's dark, curly hair and black eyes were just as Sheryl remembered him-the same old "Italian Stallion". Tony had grown up in Philadelphia's Italian community and gotten into Williams College on an athletic scholarship. He'd struggled academically, but had managed to leverage his contacts at Williams into a decent job in the marketing department of a midwestern pharmaceutical company after graduation. Tony was rather Catholic-refused to believe the Church scandals in 2000 were anything but something new.
"God, I'm glad to see you Sheryl. It’s been too long,” said Tony as Sheryl looked at Tony, a smile on her face.
He greeted her with a big, wet kiss. Sheryl's kiss, was what Tony expected, but Sheryl felt strange. Just a few hours before, she'd been kissing another woman and fucking another man.
Tony traveled light so they just hopped a cab. Tony had booked reservations in a rather nice Italian restaurant in Brooklyn.
"This place is run by a old family friend, I'd called ahead and let them know that we might be a little late," Tony confidently told Sheryl.
When they arrived, the Matra Di, escorted them to a rather nice, private booth in the back of the restaurant. The decor was immaculate-it was one of the more romantic restaurants that Sheryl had ever been in.
"Sheryl, I wanted to let you know that I've really missed you. I know that last few months we haven't had much time together-with both of us starting new jobs and all," Tony said seriously.
"Tony, really its ok--I really did appreciate the flowers though," said Sheryl as she gazed into Tony’s eyes.
"You're worth it," said Tony. "The big thing here, I have some news. I'm not just here to see you. Monday afternoon I'm interviewing at the branch office of my company-I may get a chance to transfer her to New York. It might be a chance for us to be together more again".
Sheryl smiled. When she had first met Tony, she'd wondered how she had ever attracted someone quite like him. Tony was Athletic, outgoing. Her blonde hair hadn't hurt she suspected. Sure, her figure wasn't the greatest, but it wasn't the worst either. Sheryl always thought of herself as a bit smarter than Tony.
Sheryl was somehow surprised though. She'd thought that after the events of this afternoon, she might push Tony away, but somehow, Tony just seemed more interested than ever-and she was just as outwardly responsive as she had been.
Tony had mentioned at the restaurant, that he was rather tired-Sheryl understood-it had been a substantial day of work and travel for Tony-they went back to her place-they had after all talked about that before he had come to New York.
Sheryl's apartment was as tidy as always. Everything just so. She'd made an extra effort to be ready for Tony, but her place was usually very neat.
Tony was still elated, as he had been all evening. As they entered the door, it occurred to Sheryl: Gerald’s spunk is still in my ass. What do I do here? Ok, calm down here. You just need to get Tony in front of the TV and "freshen up".
Tony was happy to comply and rapidly found a football game on cable. Sheryl went to the bathroom, she started just wiping her ass with toilet paper--yep, it is a good thing I remembered this. I'm going to have to put these in a good save place too-she put her cum-stained panties careful in the bottom of the hamper. Carefully she looked in the mirror-one of her partners-had left a bit of a mark on her neck--ok, looks like it is the dark romantic evening for tonight.
She showed, put on her lingerie and lit some candles in her bedroom. Tony was rather visual and liked the lights on. Tonight, well, he'd just have to live with it.
It took little coaxing, but Tony was able to tear away from the bronze athletes competing on the screen. Sheryl placed her hand on his crotch. This was a little forward compared to her usual demeanor-usually it was Tony that initiated their sex play-what he lacked in initiative, he made up for in response-once again he kissed her passionately.
"No, not here sweetheart lets go to the bedroom," Sheryl directed Tony.
