I messaged Lance right before I officially checked out of the room, telling him "thank you," for allowing me to lay with him as I had a blast.
"You were a lot of fun. Like I said, let's keep in touch and see what happens," he responded. "Be safe heading back north."
I wasn't trying to head up the highway just yet as I was curious of Virginia Beach's growth, as I noticed that even things on the Oceanfront were slightly different than what I remembered. Some restaurants were closed and replaced by others, the markings on the street resembled those of other commercial, resort like beaches I'd visit across the world, and there was more sprawl, with more people jogging up and down the blocks, just more people presence than what I'd seen before. I drove a bit away from the Oceanfront and things became a little more familiar, as a road here or there might've been expanded, but the premise of the city for the most part was still the same. I ventured a few miles out and ended up in the neighborhood where Cindy and Brock, a married couple I'd known for years, lived. I went on Facebook, checking for their profiles and would find Cindy's first, so I messaged her, seeing what they had going on, or if they even lived in the area still.
"Brian, hey, its good to hear from you. Yes, we're still in the same old, two story home, just minus three others now since the kids have grown and forged their own families," she messaged. "When are you coming back down, we'd love to host you and catch up."
"I'm five minutes from you guys' place at the moment," I told her.
I met the two of them 20 years prior, when me and the ex wife came down for a festival and we ended up befriending the two of them as us, along with the rest of the majority drunken, Caucasian crowd, were boisterous and having a good time. Cindy vibed with me the ex at first, as I witnessed them getting a little "comfortable" with each other, then the night ended in the wee hours as Cindy and Brock's as their kids weren't home, and we had an all out swingers' orgy in their living room, Brock slutting out his wife for me to taste and tap, and me doing the same for him. That encounter would turn out to be a key point of my pending divorce years later, but it wouldn't stop me from reaching out to the duo as they came up north a handful of times later, and each time I'd eat out Cindy, and Brock would fuck me senseless as an ode to pleasuring his wife. It been maybe 10 years since I met the two of them, and she was excited, damn near ordering me to come to their place.
"Brock is in the shower. We're about to have brunch for our anniversary. You should stop by and ride with us," she said.
I parked in their driveway shortly after that conversation and she greeted me with open arms, looking a little more plump than I remembered, but still carrying a sweet face.
"Father time has been good to you, lady," I told her.
"Well, when you're part Greek, and part Italian, Father Time can be impressed and do you well," she said.
She grabbed my hand and led me inside the house, as we sat in the living room and acted casual, with Brock coming out fully clothed and surprised to find me in his living room. We hugged, shook hands, and the three of us would climb into Brock's raised Ford F-350 in order to roll a few miles to Chic's Beach, a more exclusive area of the Virginia Beach Oceanfront that faced the infamous Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. We chatted in the truck as Brock's decibels were turned up a notch since he was super excited.
"You got a gal down here," he asked in his southern drawl.
I'd lie and say I did, and that we broke up in person, just trying to act normal when I was acting weird.
"Too bad for her. We still remember the first time we all got tangled up," Cindy said as she reached behind her seat to put her hand on my left knee. "We had a damned good time."
My cock became rock hard at that very moment thinking about the first meeting between us, and we made it to the restaurant that was sitting directly on the water. We walked inside and the staff, as well as some of the patrons gleefully greeted the two of them, with a few folks getting up to hug the pair. I felt like a celebrity walking with them, as the waitress put us in a special booth that overlooked the horizon.
