As I drive toward your house on that rainy Sunday, I have time to reflect on the circumstances that have brought us to this point. Smiling, I realize how wonderful technology is. A few years back before Facebook and other social networking sites appeared, it would have been difficult to maintain, let alone renew old friendships.
Of course, ours was much more than a friendship back in our early college days. Fixed up by mutual friends, we started to date and eventually our relationship evolved into one of a sexual nature. Back then, we were barely out of high school, both inexperienced in the ways of the flesh and often our lovemaking, while satisfying, was a little clumsy.
As the wipers remove the rain from the windshield, I remember back to just a few months ago when I finally set up my Facebook account. Quickly reconnecting with old friends, I found your profile and we quickly began communicating on a regular basis. This led quickly to a day spent together in South Bend. Over lunch, we reminisced about old times. Considering how easily conversation came to us, it seemed almost as though we had not spent the last 30 years out of touch. Driving to a park, we took a small stroll to a waterfall, but the cold weather forced us back to my van. As we let the heater warm us, I remember looking into your eyes and the next thing I know, I reached out to pull you close and kiss you. My fear that you would be offended disappeared as you returned my tender kiss, our lips pressing together and tongues meeting in growing passion.
Realizing that there was still a powerful attraction between us, we worked to make plans to consummate our renewed friendship. Being married, however, severely limited my options to a period of time when my wife was out of town. Finally, the moment presented itself to us on this wet Sunday.
Pulling into your driveway, I began to feel nervous anticipation. It was almost as if I'd stepped back in time 30 years and was meeting you for our first date. As I turned off the car, you appeared to meet me in the driveway. Welcoming me with your warm smile, you take me by the hand and lead me into your house.
"Well, here it is." you say.
"Very nice. You weren't kidding about all your books. It's a regular library."
"Feel free to borrow any of them. I'll have you know, I don't loan out my books to anyone...but you can borrow any of them."
Reaching for you, I pull you into my arms. Wrapping them around your waist, I pull you in close and lean in to kiss you. As you seem to melt into me, I feel your arms wrap around my neck as our kiss deepens.
"I've missed you."
"I've missed you too."
Leaning in for another kiss, I run my hands up and down your back and am rewarded by hearing you moan slightly as our kiss deepens.
"Is your son home?"
"No, he's out all day. We have the house to ourselves."
"Whatever shall we do, then? Ha, ha."
"Oh, I'm sure we'll find something to occupy our time. Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Love one. I remember what a tea aficionado you are. I'll let you choose the type of tea for the occasion."
Coming back from the kitchen after preparing the water, you say, "Care for a tour of the old homestead?"
"Lead on", I say.
Again taking me by the hand, you show me every room in the house lingering on your bedroom. As I look around the room, I see books stacked everywhere.
"Wow, you weren't kidding about your book collection. I've never seen so many outside of a library, but I guess that can be expected of a professor, huh?"
"You should have seen this room before. Up until yesterday, I shared my bed with a lot of these books."
"We'll have to find something...or someone...to share your bed now", I whisper.
"That sounds wonderful, dear. Come on, I think the tea is ready."
Walking back into the living room, I browse through a few of the books while you go into the kitchen to prepare the tea. Coming back with two steaming cups, you invite me to sit. Handing me one of the cups, we sit close and catch up on each other's lives since last we talked. Conversation between us has always been easy and now is no different as we laugh and talk over our tea.
Finally, you say, "How much time do we have?"
"A few hours", I reply.
"Then we'd better make the most of it."
Taking the cup from my hands, you place it with yours on the coffee table. Leaning back towards me, you reach over and start to pull my tee shirt out of my jeans. Pulling it over my head, you bring it to your face and smell it.
"Is this mine?" you inquire.