The whole story

As promised, here's how the evening went down:

I met some friends at a bar that's built into a cave for cocktails. What a gorgeous place; it keeps everyone off balance, and not only because the floor isn't level.

I got ready by reapplying all my makeup, and when I went downstairs in my indigo jeans, deep green V-neck shirt, and sparkly black heels, one of my friends simply said, "You look gorgeous."

The one I wanted to see (let's call him Previous) was late. I was already into my second Cosmo when he arrived. I stood to hug him, and he kissed my cheek. Interesting, I thought. All of us talked - let me tell you the layout: There were two loveseats and a throne-styled chair at the opposite side. Previous and I were directly across from each other, about a long-ways coffee table apart. At first, it was easy. I talked with my more proximate friends, he with his. Yet, at each chance, we looked at each other. Glances at the beginning, then meaningful, close, overly long eye contact. We just couldn't help it, although I'm not sure if initially it was curiosity or attraction.

Finally, he said, "I want to ask you some questions, but I need to go." I told him to get over here and ask me. He came back with refills, and I kicked away the guy next to me. Previous sat so close to me that I could feel my thigh get warm with his body heat. We watched each other more than anything, barely speaking, not able to banter as we used to.

After a few beats, we relaxed and rehashed our entire relationship. His first question: "Do you remember the couch? Oh, how we used to fuck on that couch." Of course I remembered. I asked him if he remembered breaking his bed, or how he broke up a party at his house to be near me. He did. He asked if I remembered fucking all over my parents' house. Good lord, yes. It was amazing to know that he remembered the same things I did. He finally said, "Oh, we didn't fuck, we made love." I rolled my eyes at Previous and said, "Baby, we fucked." He smiled at me.

By then, I was running my fingers over his thighs, hiding it by crossing my leg over his. He was getting twitchy; he finally looked over and said, "The electricity, oh, god, the electricity's still there."

I knew then that I wanted him, preferably in an alley outside the cave bar. Yet we had friends there who wouldn't go away. After awkward conversations and texts and all, Previous and I finally made it outside. There was nowhere to go and limited time to spend together. There were kisses while leaning on the trunk of my car. We finally got into the front of my car and kissed and groped, and oh, god, kissed. I ran my hand over his cock, still encased in his jeans. He tried to pull my hand in. I gasped, "Help me." He opened his zipper and I started to rub his cock, and it became familiar again. I knew where to touch, where to apply pressure. He pulled my hand away, then looked at his cock and then at me.

"You want it, don't you?" I asked. "You want my mouth on you." I leaned down to suck him into me. It took some time, but I remembered the rhythm that Previous preferred, and he came quickly the first time. He has some of the best-tasting come I've ever had, and I thought he wasn't done, so I kept at him. Sucking, licking, running my tongue over his cock, and when he wrapped his hands into my hair and pulled me down too quickly, I'd pull away and run my tongue over the slit of his cock, so I could catch my breath. Oh, it was glorious to take him into me, and finally feel his cock move in the way that I knew that meant his orgasm was eminent. He pulled my hair and head closer, and when he finally came into my mouth, oh, it was perfect.

Once done, I licked his cock clean and when I pulled back up, he grabbed my head again and kissed me, over and over again. We continued kissing for a while, forever, but not long enough.

As I drove away, I listened to Chaka Khan's, "I Feel For You."