Jonathan's scoff and light laughter settled Roisin's jumpiness a bit. Her friend always chided her for being too selective choosing sexual partners. Her smile anticipated his response.
"Ro! You're more of a randy goat than I am! It's been what? Almost two years since...? I'm not saying you have to be like Bri and free love everybody" Roisin leered at him. He ignored the obvious attempt to derail him with hints at their shared past, "I just wish you'd enjoy the company and comfort a fling could offer. You don't have to be with someone for ever!"
"Mmm, yes, maybe I should seek solace in the arms of a friend. A close friend. Just for some mutual satisfaction, right?" Her tone was playful but he stiffened slightly. As a teenager Jonathan had fought his sexual preference for men. He'd tried to cover up his homosexuality with a girlfriend a one point but they'd never done more than kiss a few times.
Roisin had not been that girlfriend. She had been his first sexual partner. As much as he thought people fell on a spectrum of straight to gay, he knew he landed far on the gay end. Roisin had been the exception. At home one afternoon hanging out in his room, they had grown bolder and more comfortable talking about sex. Sixteen year olds with raging hormones, they'd begun talking about masturbation. Roisin let it slip that she had tried using a candle inside herself. How it had made her orgasm so much stronger. Emboldened by her admission and a lust he attributed only to his constant horniness, he'd confessed to playing with the handle of a screwdriver. Her devilish grin and sparkling eyes had hardened his twitching cock. He still remembered her chest rising and the slick pink tip of her tongue emerging from between her lips. How she'd pulled it back into her mouth as if only realizing after what she may have signaled.
"I'm sorry Jon. I didn't mean to go down that rabbit hole with you." His eyes met hers in the present but she could see he was still in the past.
He still longed for a partner that was as passionate and giving as she had been. How they had explored each other's pleasure through their physical bodies the last two years of high school was still the best sex of his life. Perhaps the nostalgia and newness of discovery made it seem more than it was. He'd had the bond of friendship but not the intimate connection of being in love. They had both realized that. Regardless, he could cherish the memory and her gift. And keep searching.
"It's cool lady friend." His wistful expression signaled his journey back in time was almost over. "Just made me realize I shouldn't pester you about wanting more."
Glistening with moisture instead of the carnal lust of his memories, Roisin's eyes revealed the depth of emotion he had tapped.
Her voice was a little clouded when she smiled and said, "thanks, buddy."
~
His nostrils flared. He could tell, even from his distance across the room, that she was becoming aroused. What a heady scent. Not a distraction he could afford at the moment. His mission required absolute discretion.
