One must love road trips. I know I do. Fate also has the most amazing way of showing you that even though you have it all figured out, there are certain things which can occur that are beyond even your wildest fantasy.
I was driving down the road, coming home from a particularly horrible day at work. In the hazy mist of a cruel evening, something jumped in front of my Accord. I swerved to avoid it, which luckily I did, but managed to hit something else that was in the road. The result was a blown tire which led me running headlong into opposing traffic. Instinct took over and I let the car turn into the direction of the spin and when it finally came to a halt, I was safely on the side of the road, with no major accidents occurring because of what happened.
I got out and began to change my tire. It was about then that a car happened to stop on the other side of the two lane road. I heard a very familiar voice call to see if I was alright.
I turned and looked in disbelief.
John?
In Knoxville?
When he got close enough, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Angel?" he questioned.
I got up from kneeling on the ground and we both rushed to give one another a hug.
It had been ten years since we last saw one another. Ten years since the best sex of my life.
John helped me change my tire and while doing so we talked about what happened that landed us in the same place at the time. He was just on a road trip, seeing some old friends from "back in the day". He admitted his surprise and pleasure in seeing me. I offered to buy him dinner, to give us a chance to talk longer, which he accepted.
Dinner was spent getting caught up on everything that had happened to us. His marriage, for starters. My heart sunk when he told me about it. Still, I was happy for him. After dinner, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.
Two months later, I decided to take a break from the craziness of the day-to-day so I decided to head out on my own road trip. Setting my sights on Atlantic Beach, NC, I drove until I hit the coast.
Two days of sunshine and gorgeous men and women before fate intervened yet again.
It was in the middle of Bert's Surf Shop. "John?" I called.
The blondish-brown haired man turned to regard me. The instant he smiled, I felt myself weak in the knees.
His wife had gone to Atlanta for the week to see a strip show, so he said and he decided to get out of the house and be amongst people.
Walking across the street, we shared an ice cream cone and talked some more. We flirted. I became more and more touchy feely. He resisted me at first but eventually gave into me.
Before long we were acting like long lost lovers.
The sun was going down too quickly and in my attempts to keep the night going, I asked him to dinner. He accepted on the provision that he pay. I accepted his terms.
Dinner was uneventful. I played footsie with him and we laughed while sharing stories and jokes. He asked me if I still carried a vibrator everywhere I go. I looked him dead and square in the eye and told him it was a neccessity of life.
With desert out of the way, he walked me several blocks to my hotel room. We hugged good night and instead of letting him go, I did the only thing I could: I kissed him.
Kissed him with every bit of desire and pent-up emotion I could.
When he not only did not respond but pushed me away, my heart sunk to depths unheard of. I understood. His marriage meant the world to him. He would never betray her.
I admired that and we said our good byes. I thought this time to be the last.
I spent the early part of that evening at one of the local bars. I drank and eyed every piece of ass in that place. I could find no one desirable enough to take to bed.
"Mind if I join you?" a familiar voice called from behind me.
"Sure" I said, thinking I was imagining the voice.
It was John. He was on his way home when he decided to call his wife. When some guy answered the phone, he was quite shocked. Instead of handing the phone to his wife, his wife's friend apparently took the phone and told John that his wife couldn't talk, despite hearing his wife in the background.
Long story short, his wife had gone out with friends, gotten drunk and they ended up going back to her hotel room where she fucked a guy she met that apparently played for the Falcons.
After seeing the guy's picture and the way he played, I'm not sure I would have said no either.
He ended up here by chance. It was the closest bar he could get to and wanted to drown his sorrow in a few drinks.
Despite being a total hypocrite, I talked him out of it and managed to get him to leave the bar. That evening he became my chauffeur, showing me the sights and sounds of Morehead City, Emerald Isle, and the rest of the area.
He wanted to show me where he lived. I thought it would be nice to see, so I agreed to it. So a little before eleven we sauntered up to his house. Unlocking the door, he let me in. Closing the door behind me, John turned on the lights.
He had done well for himself. I got to see his wife. She was pretty hot. John was a lucky man. Except she was a luckier woman. A shame she forgot that fact.
He pulled out a few bottles of beer and we took them to the porch to talk. Light conversation in the cool night air. I could tell he was bothered and upset. I tried to comfort him but my mind kept thinking about the opportunity to have sex with him. Well, I knew that was off the table. We talked about how we had continued running into each other over the last few months and how it must have been karma looking out for both of us. Maybe there was some unfinished business between us. We laughed together and I leaned my head into the crook of his arm.
As the hour turned to midnight, we sat on the railing of the deck, mere inches from each other. He said something funny and we turned to look at one another.
Then it happened. We kissed.
It was soft, sweet, and innocent.
Then in the moment it happened, it was over.
