I’d always had a crush on Tom in high school. He’s this tall (6’2″), handsome guy that was the all-American type (good student and athlete, totally respectable). I was more of a theater nerd but he and I were friendly- he was the kind of guy that was sort of friends with everyone. And the kind of guy every girl in class had a thing for.
Years went by- I got married, had kids, and divorced. He was engaged but it got broken off for reasons I don’t know. He has a pretty high profile job in our area while I head up a non-profit currently. And we found ourselves at a Christmas party last December hosted by a couple we were both friends with. We chatted and had some drinks. There was a little bit of physical contact and there’s no way he could not have known I was totally into him.
As the party was winding up, he and I left at the same time and he remarked that he wasn’t really tired yet and asked if I wanted to have a drink art his place. We both knew what that really meant and got into his car. Before he could start the engine, I leaned over the console and started kissing him. He kissed me right back for a bit and then broke it off so we could head to his apartment.