I wondered what happened to you, after not hearing from you for so very long. Was it something I’d said…or did that kept you away? But, I’m thankful that you’re here, now. Talking with you about things seems trivial and rather like a waste of time for us, both. But, talking is what we’re doing.
You tell me about changing jobs, entering college (and, subsequently dropping out when your professor kept interfering with your studies by insisting he spend many hours every night with you in his bed) and being able to buy a better car. But, all I can think about is the way we’d left things all those years ago.
Finally, I interrupt and ask: “Why did you never call? You’d said that once you got settled, you’d call and we’d figure out when and where we could best best meet to continue our relationship. So, what changed your mind?”
Tanya replied, her face looking toward the floor, “I really did mean to do that. But, I didn’t think I could ever be able to be away from you for any length of time and still accomplish my goal of independence.” She looked directly into my eyes, with tears in hers, adding, “I want you so much…Your body…your concepts of life…everything. Now, I’m not sure of anything except that I miss you and want to tell you how sorry I am for making those choices. Please forgive me.”
We hugged a warm and healing hug. Feeling her skin next to mine was a heavenly moment…one I had experienced since the last day I’d seen Tanya.
“Jim,” she asked, “I remember you talking about how we both love sex so very much and that maybe we should experiment by adding other folks to our relationship, so we can actually have even more expansive feelings when we’re having sex. I’m ready to try that, now – if still want to do that.”
“Couldn’t you and your college professor and done that?” I asked, just to observe her reaction.
“Hell, no,” Tanya abruptly replied (obviously perturbed by the question). “He was a jerk. He just wanted me for himself and never cared about what I wanted.”
“Well,” I answered, “It just so happens that I was going to attend a swinger’s party for the first time, this evening. I’d met them for drinks and they all seem like some pretty interesting folks – into all kinds of things…all those things we had discussed way back then. Would you like to come along?”
Tanya’s eyes lit up the widest I’d ever seen them. “Hell fucking Yes!”
“I’ll call and see if that’s okay with them,” I answered.
So, I made the call and asked if Tanya wanted to shower before we go. She did.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/agn737/the_meeting_part_one
Sounds like a great beginning!!