She asked me to meet her at the pub around the corner from my house. I was running late as I’d been held up at work, so I rushed to throw on some clothes messily before heading out to meet her. It had been a few years since we’d hung out, especially since she moved to a different city. Although in the distant past, there had been some sexual tension, and naked photos exchanged, I was more wanting to spend time with human for some company. Having just gone through a break up, and self inflicted social isolation for the past two months, I was in a bit of socially hesitant headspace, and this was an attempt to get out of that.
I could see her through the window as I approached the entrance to the pub. Her dark hair and pale face, and sensual smile, always were of appeal to me. I’d often told her how similar she looked to the porn star Stoya, and given her sexual past, and openness, it was an apt comparison in more than appearance. We had never done anything more than make out once, and also a failed attempt and starting an orgy at her 21st birthday, which i was invited to with my then girlfriend. We sat and talked for a bit, catching up, in the pub, until we decided to head back to mine. I offered to roll her big suitcase, as she carried her other two bags. She was only staying the night at mine, but she was in town for a week or so, and had packed accordingly.