-I think is the next left, right? Said Gaby.
-Yes that’s right.
-What? To the right?
-No dad, to the left. Only that I said that Gaby was right by saying it was the next left.
Oh right m, so left. Said Betty’s dad.
The three laughed of the silly dad joke he pulled, just as a father ought to do. As they turned to the left to what it will be their new flat after spending a year of internship in Beijing, they were encountered with heavy breaking and cursing from Betty’s dad.
Look where you are going! You bum! And just as a ridiculous romantic comedy movie there he was, with a completely confused, blank and apologetic stare. Waving his hand in a I accept the wrong doing manner.
Seven years had passed since last time that Gaby and Alex saw each other. It was the closing party at language school in Rome. Where they together with a group of other I don’t know what to do with my life or who I am 18 to 23 year olds, partied, eat, drank, explored and gotten lost in the city and tried to attended to as many classes as possible without a hangover – of course, that almost never happened. – But luckily for them languages aren’t learned in a classroom, are learned in the street, with the locals, at bars getting drunk and loosing any inhibition of making a mistake. Well unless you are German, Germans do learn in classrooms.
Still they hadn’t seen each other as Alex was totally unaware of who was in the van. Gaby knew exactly who she saw, and that made her joyful and effervescent. Provoked a familiar warmth that started in her tights and creeped all the way to her face.
They finished unloading the van in their new light filled flat. Betty and Gaby were exhausted and decided they’ll continue the next day and both went to their respective rooms.
Grabbing her phone Gaby went straight to Alex’s Facebook. And in a systematic way went effectively through the following check list:
– Single, check.
– Tagged photos with other women insinuating dating, or some interest, NO, check.
– Profile picture, still has the same messy hair, check.
– Last change of status, three years ago, check.
– Scrolling trough his pictures as to build up courage to send him a message, check. The message was the following.
“You need to be more careful when crossing the street, fancy a drink?”
Gaby left locked and turned her phone upside down immediately after sending. Reading any type of response would only kill her mood and the excitement of anticipation. She felt the same familiar warmth than earlier, it was also the same that she experienced when she first met Alex during apperitivo at Frene e Frizione in Trastevere.
The familiarity of the sensation, the anticipation of the message and the confident decision she then made that she will have sex with him, empowered her and turned her on.
Gaby walked to the shower and while she waited the water to warm up she looked at herself naked on the mirror. She saw how her left nipple hardened faster than the right one, she felt the sweat between her boobs after a day of moving. Gaby looked at herself in detail, confident, she admired how her hair had grown because she didn’t shave in a week, explored the ticker hairs, running her fingers through them, thinking she should maybe leave them grow, and if she do a shape or just trim them.
The bathroom was full of steam, the sign of the readiness of her shower, she stepped in and after an initial soak under the shower head she detached it from the top position, adjusted the water flow and positioned it between her legs, she came quite fast the first time. She repeated the action one more time.
The morning after and half asleep Gaby grabbed her phone as she would every morning, just to find the on top of her notifications, “Was it you in the van?You nearly killed me from a heart attack, how about a beer tomorrow at 9pm?
She replied “It was, I live in the same same street where you almost died, there is a bar around the corner called Casino, see you there. “
With a cool feeling she didn’t think of it the appointment the whole day until the next as her mind was occupied with work and daily things.
She arrived at 8:45pm with no particular reason, ordered a women’s brewed spicy siracha sessions IPA and waited while reading a magazine. She wasn’t nervous.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t8iz5d/moving_day