Twenty years ago, my ex- Shelley and her friend Nancy spent the weekend together.
We saw her once afterward, at her wedding, when her husband passed out and she invited us up to the wedding suite. Shelly was game, but I declined. I felt guilty that we'd somehow jinx their marriage, and then our paths diverged, and we all never saw each other again.
Shelley and I went on, had a child, and drifted apart.
I lived as a single dad, and then met Gail and remarried.
We had our own adventures.
And then Mark Zuckerberg invented Facebook.
Shelley and I were friends, so we could share pictures of our child.
And one day, a friend request popped up from Nancy. She'd had children and settled in Atlanta, and worked corporate sales across the Southeast.
We'd shared kid pictures and "how are you's" and I'd always been reluctant to bring up the fact that I had always thought about the image of her juices dripping down her leg when Shelley and I first undressed her, and how hard thinking about that made me. I remembered what I'd written about it...
"Nancy leaned over and kissed Shelley, and then turned and kissed me open-mouthed. I sat up and looked at Shelley, who nodded yes to me, as Nancy watched. Nancy rose to her knees on the bed, and the three of us pulled down her running shorts.
Her bush was small with short rust red hair, and running the length of her leg was a line of her vaginal juice. That's an image that I keep and cherish as one of the most erotic of my life. Just her thigh, her bush, and the trail of juice running down to her knee.
My erection was suddenly painfully hard. Shelley reached up and ran her fingers through Nancy's juices and licked them as Nancy turned, opened Shelley's pants and pulled down her shorts. Shelley had bushy black public hair, and her labia and clit - always prominent - were bright red and swollen with arousal. Nancy reached down and ran her fingers up her labia and brought them glistening to her own mouth."
And a few years went by, and one day I mentioned on FB that I was going to Miami.
And Nancy messaged me - "Want to grab a drink? I'll be there too!"
I'll admit that I had some thoughts about that.
And I shared them with Gail, who made me promise to tell her all about it.
So we met in Miami, and went to Broken Shaker, and had a few drinks. She had a mop of red hair and her face was a bit harder and lined - but she still flashed a magnetic grin when she smiled - which was often as we spoke.
And we talked about everything - except the one thing I really, really wanted to talk about. I didn't know how to break the ice and bring it up, and so we finished, and I walked her to the corner where she was going to grab her Uber. She hadn't given any hint or opening and so I didn't want to be an ass and just say "Want to come to my hotel and fuck?" - as much as I wanted to.
So her Uber pulled up and she turned to me, gave me a quick kiss and then stepped away, thrust her pelvis and said "Don't you just want _sex_ some nights?" And then she turned, got into the car and drive away.
My mind melted, and I was laughing and yelling at myself for not making the move and asking.
Eight months went by. On Facebook, Nancy went on an exercise binge.
Twenty years ago, I'd described her as "a slender woman's top on top of a larger woman's hips, rear and legs." All of her was larger now, but she was still unmistakeably herself. After all, I wasn't skinny any more myself. I was pretty fit for a guy my age - but I was a lot fitter twenty years ago.
Then I had to go to Charleston. This time I pinged Nancy on FB and told her. "Any chance we could meet up?" I asked.
"That sounds great!" she replied.
I told Gail, and we spent nights fantasizing about what it would be like as I fucked Nancy.
And then I got on the plane.
SF to Atlanta to Charleston. I got in about 2, and my meeting was at noon the next day, then the following morning - so I planned to be in town for 3 nights.
In Atlanta, I had a FB message from Nancy - "what hotel are you at??"
I told her I'd be at the Mills House; arriving about 3.
