Angela carefully put down the lap top as soon as he had signed on. The last words struck her as odd though. She had been used to the regular instant messenger banter but not usually from Louis. She still remembered him as a young cocky 20 year old boy to her own self-conscious and easy to please 19, standing in uniform at the front of her house as he got ready to leave, and later, never to be seen again. He slipped into the night in his ragged red pick up truck just as quickly as he appeared. Almost 10 years had passed between them almost a life time.
Her favorite parts to remember were the soft fuzz in the back of head as his face came to meet hers, a brief kiss, and how he followed down towards her neck and over her shoulder blade with his tongue. He loved to plant a kiss on her hip before drawing circles over her clit.
"I won't forget." He said.
"You will," She thought.
After a million years, he comes back. The phone rings, which takes her breath. She looks down towards the screen again seeing the last words he wrote: "I bet I can still make that pussy wet. I'll call you in a bit." The thought of those days brought such a shudder that she almost forgot to pick up the phone.
"Hey Darlin'," He said, "I told you I'd come back some day." There he was with his gorgeous southern accent massaging and stretching each vowel. Daaaarrrlin.
"It's been a while stranger," she said, "I didn't think you'd still remember me." Angela lay back against her down comforter. Her shorts rode up slightly as she stretched herself out. Her school t-shirt clung to her bra free chest. The topics of conversation switched from work to home and children and marriage (or lack there of). He was happily divorced, father of two precious twin daughters (Jenna and Jamie) that he could not stop gushing about. She had a junior executive position in an advertising company and had phenomenal loft with a small dog named Beezer.
"Darlin'" he said, "I've always carried you around in the back of my head. I remember that wonderful smile, and those purdy tanned legs of yours. I'll never forget how well you treated me there when I was so far from home. I was very sad to have to go." Angela held the phone to her ear soaking every last vowel -- "arrouund, puurdy, Darlin'". She could not cancel the smile that had placed itself on her face. "And I also remember all those crazy nights in my truck, how wet you got as you spread those legs so wide for me. Damn you were flexible. I never thought we could fit in the front seat of my truck, but a short little thing like you fit just right."
"I was an athlete back then, I could stretch out anywhere" Angela said "I'm just a homebody now; I hyperventilate every time I pass the gym! I doubt I could even touch my toes." She paused, the line went quiet for a second, as she looked over her now pale legs. They were not defined as before but they had maintained the slight curvature of the muscle. In her mind she pictured his strong fingers caressing the soft backside of her knee. His rough touch slowly inching its way up.
"I was just thinking" She took a breath, "-of all those hot times in my mom's yard? Or at the park in the summer?" she said coyly.
"Girl, I remember everything!" He said, "You had the nicest, most round breasts I ever did seen. Enough to keep this ol' boy happy for quite a while" Angela chuckled; although they had only briefly reconnected, she still felt the spark from long ago. It might not be as bright and as intense as it once was, but at least he could still make her smile. She was slightly surprised at the recent turn of their conversation and couldn't imagine where he was going with it, but she didn't mind it at all. "Like I said in the instant message, I bet I can still make that pussy of yours wet. I've never seen or felt another like yours that can get so moist. I had to put a towel down to save the leather in my truck!" They both laughed.
"You always did have a knack for that." She said.
"I told you I could prove it to you, where are you right now?" He said.
