WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory.
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What I remember is that we've been somewhat together through high school, but never close.
We knew each other's names, but that was pretty all we've known about each other.
She was acting somewhat distant, not only towards me, but also towards the rest of us...
Rumors said that that she was taken - a much older guy, with whom she was going to get married after graduating high school.
Tall, long light brown hair, becoming, once in a while, more blond, or more red, and, for which, the teachers (not all of them) were admonishing her, since, those times, girls were forbidden to use makeup and stuff...
Some strange greenish blue eyes, the color depending a lot of the intensity of the light, nice nose, not too thick lips, but thick enough to give ideas to dirty minded guys like me, middle sized tits, well proportioned hips, long and beautiful legs...
After graduating the high school, we've lost contact, as if it's been any...
Well, you know - exams for being admitted at the faculty, then, like any young man those times, I go to satisfy the military service...
It's the next summer, by now, and the day I'm talking about is just great - I am on my holiday and it seems that all my old fuck buddies, hearing that I'm home for two weeks or so, have only two main ideas: to have a drink with me, and... fuck me!
From my side, no complaints! For either, or both of them...
I've just accompanied, across the park situated in the neighborhood of my apartment, one of these fuck buddies of mine, then we've parted, letting her go mind the business that she needed to attend to.
It's early, somewhere between eight and nine in the morning, and I decide to go back home, taking the long road.
While almost passing one of the multiple entries in the park, with the corner of my eye, I can see an attractive female silhouette, with high heeled sandals and a short, but rather decent robe, and a purse, with her long hair shining in the sun.
I've never been the kind of guy to stare, so that I just look, admiring, with the corner of my eye at this morning beauty, but, suddenly, I realize that the face, the silhouette, everything, is somewhat familiar.
At that moment, I turn my head towards her and immediately realize that it's Jackie!
I stop, go towards her, and say:
"Jackie! Hi! Long time no see!"...
Her smile is somewhat sad, and her eyes betray some pain:
"Hi! I've thought it was you, but, with this so short haircut, I wasn't really sure"...
She's on her way to a library, looking for some book, but, being free all of the day, she's not in a hurry...
We find a terrace right in the middle of the park, on the bank of the lake, take a seat at a table, and order the only thing available at that time of the day, coffee.
I also order some cognac for each, but the waiter reminds me that for the moment, not being ten o'clock in the morning, they are forbidden to serve any alcoholic beverages...
I look at the guy, obviously much older than me, and stick a spear in his soul:
"Not even for a soldier on his short holiday?"
He looks at me more attentive, surely at my haircut, and I have the inspiration to take out and show him, from a distance, my military I.D.
The guy says nothing, just leaves, and, in a few minutes, brings us an additional pair of coffee cups, containing, you've guessed, the earlier ordered cognac. He mentions:
"I've also served in the army, at my time, and I know that it's not easy"...
I thank him, and he leaves, minding his duties.
We discretely say cheers, and sip from our drinks, then Jackie pours the cognac from her cup into the cup with coffee. I do the same...
"So, how are you? What have you been doing?" She asks me with a tone of a voice that tries to sound all right, but I can clearly guess that, in fact, she's anxious to tell me about her life...
I make a brief description of what I've been doing, then I stop, look deep into her eyes, and ask:
"Now, Jackie, it seems that it's your turn to tell me about your life, and I cannot tell what makes me feel that you have lived much more interesting times than I did"...
She sips from her cup, while I can clearly see a tear in the corner of her eye...
She sighs, then, again, takes a deep breath, and gets started:
"Finally, I need to take this brick from above my soul, and, even if we weren't close, we've still spent a few years together in school"...
Then, she starts telling me about her ex fiancee, who was a doctor at the moment they've met, when she was only fifteen, and with whom she has fallen in love.
She confirms that they've been together for the whole period of her high school, until her graduation, and she also gives me the news that the last two months, before our graduation, she was knocked up, being both happy and worried.
Hearing that she was pregnant, made her fiancee mad - he still needed to build a career, while she, also, needed to go at the faculty, not change diapers...
He has convinced her, pretty easy, to get rid of the child, arranging everything for the illegal abortion, and, two weeks later, after making sure that her health was all right, just informed her that he has started dating a colleague of his, a doctor from the hospital where he worked, who so happened to be the daughter of the manager of the hospital and the niece of a big shot in the Ministry of Health.
Anyway, for him, a liaison with that woman would of meant a boost for his career.
Jackie has been so devastated, that she hasn't tried to go at the faculty anymore; she has skipped a year, her parents finding her a job as a librarian.
But, this year, she has been admitted at the faculty, and she's trying to put her life back on track...
Then, in a low voice, she mentions:
"But, unfortunately, I still feel devastated, unbiased"...
All the time she's told me the story, her hands have been on the table, trying to torture each other.
I lean a bit across the table, and put my hands above hers:
"Now, Jackie, we've all heard in school that life can be tough"...
The same instant her eyes become fountains of tears...
I continue:
"Look at the bright side! First, you've had the chance to do not have to change the diapers of a kid who's father, excuse me, but has proven to be a jerk!
You're a free, young and beautiful, and attractive woman, if you don't mind my saying"...
She takes her hands from my hands and starts looking inside her purse for a tissue.
She wipes away her tears, not worrying about her makeup, since she's got none!
I realize how beautiful she can be, in the morning, without the need of any makeup...
"Jackie, you are beautiful! Really!"
She smiles a little, concentrating her looks on the cup of coffee.
I keep on looking at her, without hiding my admiration, and, when I catch her look, I smile, larger, and ask her:
"What would you say, since my schedule is blank for today, if I accompany you at the library, then, after you buy the book, we go at my place and let Pink Floyd heal some of your wounds?"
I know that she knows that I do have a beautiful collection of music, so that my proposal wouldn't sound awkward, or something...
