The restaurant was quiet. The closest person to us was sitting several tables away. The waiting staff barely came by. Don’t blame them, it was just a fast food place. It was the first time we’d seen each other in 4 years. My mind was going in all sort of directions. The conversation was purely just a four year worth catch-up. There was some light flirting, probably just residual from our dynamic. I didn’t think she wanted me back, and I definitely didn’t either.
A few drinks in, laughter becoming a reoccurring thing, we decided to walk back to mine and let the cold of the night sober us up. I can barely remember the conversation, but, at one point, we were somehow talking sex.
All the backstory you need here is that we met in high school, and were together for 4 years.
We kept expanding on the topic and the words came out of my mouth. *”I always wanted to fuck you in high school.”* She pointed out that we did date back then. I clarified that I didn’t mean the time.
Confused, I described a fantasy of mine where I take her to the bathroom while skipping class and fuck her against the stall door.