The Reminder

I waited for her outside the hotel where her childhood best friend was staying. It was Halloween night and, thankfully, they had called it early due to her pseudo nephew growing too tired to keep going house to house. We lived in a small enough town that folks from all over the state made the drive just so their kids could have a safe place after the sun went down.

I had stayed behind, told them I’d work as the designated driver if their night took a turn. I had wanted to join them, but work made that impossible. I had been finishing up one more pass of a revision for an author when I’d received the text they were wrapping things up.

Summoned, and I was more than willing to answer the call.

I stretched and yawned, feeling the effects of the late hour. Which made me laugh, considering it didn’t feel all that long ago I was staying out until well past two in the morning damn near every day, and I’d be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the next day, ready to tackle whatever came my way.

Not so much the case anymore. Not that I really missed it, though. It wasn’t like I was out there, every single night, trying to find someone else to sleep with. That’s typically what it boiled down to in the end, anyway. The dancing and the drinks and the whatever else was all just a precursor to bringing someone back to the apartment and saying goodbye to them a few hours later.

My search had ended about a year ago, when I found her. It was a little cliche at this point, sure, but I didn’t care. What started as a one-night stand evolved into something else, and now, almost twelve months later, we both didn’t go out as much and we came home to the same kiss, the same embrace, the same sex.

Truth be told, I’d been feeling unsettled for a little while now. Not necessarily unhappy, or disatisfied, or even thinking about what might need to change to alter the thoughts I had at random. Some days the thoughts were quick and fleeting, others they festered and made me wonder just what the hell I was doing.

Things didn’t feel as right as they used to. And I knew I had to talk to her about it, especially if she was having the same thoughts, but when it came down to it, something always made it feel right: being with her. We rarely argued, if ever, and we agreed about most things.

Except baseball. She definitely didn’t have the patience or desire to give a shit about baseball, which was my favorite sport. But I could live with that. I did live with that. And we made it work.

I didn’t know where these feelings came from, what the root cause was. Because if someone asked me if I wanted to be with her, I’d tell them yes without hesitation. And yet, there they were.

Funny thing was, I was pretty confident she was talking about it with her friend right now. Hence the delay. I didn’t mind — her friend considered herself a bit of a relationship guru, despite the fact she was younger than both of them by a few years.

I thought it was silly at first, but she did have some good advice. Best of all, sometimes that advice was for him. Something he needed or wanted and he hadn’t even considered it.

I never would have imagined I‘d enjoy feeling her tongue in the space between my ass and my balls (what was that called again?) or love the way she explored my ass with her fingers. But, I did, and I had her childhood friend to thank for that.

I shifted in the car’s seat, repositioning my pants as my imagination got the better of me. I focused my attention on an imaginary brick wall and controlled my breathing, making sure to get a handle on my heart rate. I didn’t need to be hot and bothered when she got in the car — she’d be tired and want to go home, and I could handle that.

The door opened in front of my parked car and she stepped out, offering a wave and a wide grin. I waved and smiled back, then offered another wave to her friend, who grinned at me and winked.

Oh, no, I thought.

They both wore matching “sexy black cat” costumes, with shirts that accentuated their modest cleavage and exposed their toned midrifts. Their pants were form-fitting, hugging their curves in the way a sexy outfit should. I couldn’t quite peel my attention away from her ass until she forced me to, turning towards the vehicle and making her way towards the passenger seat.

She sat down and tossed her cat ears and black heels into the rear seat, shut the door, and looked at me with that room-warming smile. “Hey, mister. Been here long?”

I gave her a quick kiss and shook my head. “Nope. You sure you don’t want to stay longer?”

She sat back in the seat and said, “I absolutely do not want to stay longer. Let’s go home.”

As we drove, I could smell the weed resonating from her body. It wasn’t overpowering or distracting, but it was obvious. I never minded her smoking, even if I didn’t do it myself. She said she‘d stop for me, but I wasn’t about to change anything about her, even if I did appreciate the gesture.

I looked at her and saw the smile lingering as we made our way to her apartment. “Penny for your thoughts?”

She giggled. “She’s crazy, that’s all.”

”Oh no, what did she say now?” I reached over and grabbed my water bottle, taking a long pull.

She kept her eyes forward as she said, “She wants us to have a threesome.”

I choked on the water and spit some out, which spattered across the windshield. “Say what?”

She laughed and leaned over towards me, squeezing my thigh. “She said you’d have that reaction. And it was worth it.”

I glanced at her and smiled. “You two are the worst.“ I wiped my mouth. “So what did she really say? More yoga for me, more baseball for you?”

She laughed again. “You wish. I keep telling you, once they figure out how to make baseball actually exciting, then I’ll watch.” She paused, then added, “And no, the stupid clock does not count.”

I laughed softly as I remembered how frustrated she became a few months back when I seemed excited about a clock that would force a pitcher to make a move in a matter of seconds.

She squeezed my thigh again and her hand slipped north a little. “That really was her idea, though. She said it would open even more doors for us. She asked if we had ever talked about it.”

That was easy: we hadn’t. I didn’t even think about it, honestly, because it didn’t feel like real life. That was something that happened in movies produced outside of Hollywood and that was about it. I had had friends who bragged about having them, but I never believed them. I doubted they even believed themselves.

”I’ve never thought about it,“ I said, shifting my thigh towards her hand. It was only partly a lie. I hadn’t given it any real thought, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t fantasized about it.

“Really?” She said, her hand slipping up my leg again, only coming to a stop when it reached the growing bulge between my legs. She didn’t squeeze or move her hand once it arrived at its destination. She only smiled and let the heat of her presence do the work.

I had to shift in the seat again. I was always just a breath away from being hard as a rock around her, but that went right out the door when she actively teased me. When she wanted me, and wanted me to want her, it only took the smallest of gestures.

My face was warm and my heart rate quickened. It had been a little while since she had touched me like this, in the driver’s seat of the car. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it.

”Really,” I managed to get out. “I never thought you’d be interested.”

She finally squeezed a little. Only barely applying any pressure to my growing mass, as she leaned closer to me. “Not even a little?”

I smiled and tried to keep my attention on the road in front of me. We were almost to her apartment, but it might as well be in a different country for all the good it did me right now.

“Maybe once or twice,” I admit.

”Anyone I know?” she said.

I shook my head and tried to regulate my breathing, which failed miserably. My adrenaline raced through me, the lust and the need and the desire taking full control as I drove us home.

She helped relieve some of the pressure by unbutton and unzipping my pants. I decided against wearing any underwear for the quick trip, and my erection shifted away from my waist to point up towards the roof. It spasmed as it met with the warm air in the cabin of the car, free from its prison.

”Find somewhere quiet,” she said, her lips brushing against my ear. The heat of the words made my heart jump in my chest, my stomach tighten, and my cock harden. My balls ached.

Her hand wrapped around me and she squeezed hard. I spasmed in her grip and felt some of my precum slip out and down the side of my muscle. She pumped once, twice, and then a third time, before she pulled her hand away from me long enough to moisten the palm with her saliva, and then it returned to where it belonged.

I pulled into the darkest parking lot I could find, only clocking the fact it was a church as I parked in an open spot. I put the car in park and engage the parking brake, before I move my seat as far back as it will go.

I watched as she pushed her pants and underwear down off her legs, then pulled her shirt over her head, dropping both onto the floor. I followed suit as quickly as I could, shoving my pants down to the pedals and throwing my shirt onto the dashboard.

Naked, she moved onto my side of the car, slipping her legs onto either side of my own. She sat on my thighs, my erect penis a flag between us. Slowly, her eyes locked on mine, she used one of her hands to slip her fingers around me, then drag them carefully from root to stem. I flexed between her touch and groaned, unable to keep it locked away in my throat.

She leaned forward, kissed my forehead, then the tip of my nose, as she continued to tease me.

“I don’t think we need a threesome,” she said, her lips against my own. And then her tongue made her way into my mouth, navigating my teeth, then my tongue, and they swirl against and with the other, vying for space, not dominance.

My hands are at her back, my fingers pressed against her shoulder blades, then the space just above the two rises of her ass, and then on her hips, pulling, telling her without words that I need her.

She pulled back and said, “But I can imagine it. I can see you there, on the bed, and she’s there, whoever she is, her legs straddling your head and your hands are grabbing her ass or her tits and she’s riding your face. Not like I do, but close.”

She took me in her hand again, squeezing, and then her other hand is at the base of me and her fingers toy with my balls. My hips buck in her direction and my hands pull at her hips again. I can’t find the words, or the breath to speak. I am reduce to grunts and tugs.

”And there you are, your . . . big . . . dick pointing up at me, demanding my attention. And I know, without question, that while your tongue ravages her and she’s grabbing your hair and she’s moaning, you are waiting for me. You want me there, wrapped around you, squeezing you, getting you soaking wet the same way I’m wet.”

She sat up on her knees and I could feel her warmth on the tip of my penis. I tensed and my hands slipped down to her ass, cupping her body in my grip as I waited.

“And I can’t wait,“ she said as she guided my throbbing muscle past the moist lips of her pussy. My back arched as I slipped into her, just the first inch, then the second, and both of our bodies react to the sensory overload as I stretch her to take more of me.

It didn’t matter how many times my body brushed against hers, or how often my hands navigated her body, or how many times my cock found its way into her. There was no better feeling than this.

Her warmth. Her tightness. Her.

“And I’d have my fun, too,” she said, her hips rocking over me. Slow, steady. Not in a rush as her body swallowed me. “You’d watch me play with her breasts and you’d watch as we rubbed our pussies together. I’d moan your name, not hers. I’d make sure you stared into my eyes as you jerked off for me.“

She squeezed around me and I flexed inside her. I moaned again, a little louder this time, as my hands followed the curve of her body until they rose along the smooth edges of her breasts. As she rose, I squeezed; and as she fell, I flicked my tongue across her nipples. Her arms rose to my head and her hands pushed through my hair.

My body shivered. I had been waiting so long for this, even though we had shared her bed just a few hours ago. But that’s how it always was, wasn’t it? I would never be able to have enough of her. When we finished, I thought about how it felt to be inside her, how it felt to make her cum and scream and beg for more, and then I thought about what was next. When I would be able to have her again.

I needed her. Wanted her. Craved her. Demanded her.

And I was lucky enough to have her.

I pushed the side of my head against her chest and listened to her heart as my hands grabbed her ass again. I squeezed and pulled her towards me as my cock spasmed inside her. I was so close. She rode me faster in response. She knew. She could feel it.

”Cum for me,” she said, riding harder and I somehow managed to slip even deeper into her.

I straightened my back and we rocked together, my hands pulling and pushing and squeezing as her pussy refused to release me.

”You first,” I said, rocking my hips with hers as her breasts bounced against my chest.

She moaned and I moaned and we convulsed at the same time, from the tips of our toes all the way to the tops of our heads. An explosion that rocked us both at the exact same time. My cock spasmed again and again as I came inside her and she came on me.

We breathed and held one another. We listened to our ragged breathing and soaked in the moment.

I knew then I had been trying to ignore the reality of my feelings. Had been trying to hide it. Because, sometimes, people are stupid and try to sabotage themselves.

But I knew it. I loved her.

She was all I needed.