I got a new phone this week. I was in the process of sending out the obligatory “Hey, this is my new number” text messages and I sent one to Simon. Simon was my first gut wrenching love and the biggest heartbreak I’ve ever had. We have an amazing connection and were always such good friends, but he’s now moved on from music school onto touring with a pretty popular metal band. I’m happy for him and proud of him. When we met he was just the sound guy at the local all ages rock club. I was 17, he was 21. It was like lightning. If I believed in “the one” I would say it was him. He just gets me, and I him.
I got a text back from him asking what my plans were and that he was in town. I felt like my heart stopped. It had been years since we had seen one another but the feelings never went away completely. I missed him terribly for that time. He told me one night, late, that he felt like he was supposed to be the one having kids with me. My heart aches to think about it.
I let him know that I was busy that night, but that I would be happy to meet him for coffee tomorrow. He reminded me that he hated coffee. I told him that I did too. We agreed to talk tomorrow.
I woke early and felt a gradually building anxiety about seeing him. I put on my silk scarf and coat and went downtown. I had lunch alone and read the paper. Then he called. We agreed to meet at the same diner that Felix and I went on our date at, late Christmas Eve. He got out of the car when he saw me and hugged me tight. We smiled at one another, both a little nervous. Well, me very nervous.
He new how much of a wreck I was when I got in the car. I was so afraid that he would suck me back in. After having some tea we went back to the car and kissed. I felt something, but it wasn’t nearly anything that I felt when we were younger, and nothing like what I felt with Felix. I wanted to have him, and I knew he was good, so we went back to his room and spent the afternoon. We were kissing right away, clothes peeling off left and right. His head was shaved now, which was different from his long hair that I remembered. We kissed and felt one another getting more heated. I went down on him,. sucking gently as my tongue wrapped around his cock. I always loved blowing him. We ended up kissing again and he was putting his fingers in me. everything was a blur of touching and mouths and warmth. We ended up fucking a couple of times. He wanted to kiss and hold me, and I obliged him. As connected as we are sexually, he just didn’t make me feel the way I did when we were younger. I was realizing that I was over him when the phone rang. I realized that we were both running late, so we decided to quickly shower before he dropped me off. Then I sucked him off again and we fucked in the shower.
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