Another story from the archives. Summer of 2002, after The Cuban, after PunkRock, after FFF, and after more dates and hookups than I can remember, my best friend from high school came to visit me for a night.
I'd had a crush on her from the moment we met.
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I saw her for the third time since her wedding last night. She's still standing straight. Her spine has lost much of the curvature that gave her a hunched look. Now, she's 6'2.
I got an email from her, which is how these stories always start. She would be in Connecticut for a Friday night wedding, and did I want to get together on Saturday? Of course. I've got the Mermaid parade, but I'll be happy to see you. Come stay at my apartment.
We don't have much in common anymore. She's avowedly bland after years of living in Vermont, raising her daughter, and dropping out of college. I'm the life she didn't choose, living the yuppie lifestyle she could never abide.
After the Mermaid parade, I trained to Grand Central and met her at track 26.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Can I take your bags?"
She had a backpack. I couldn't.
We got in a cab and made small talk.
"You know, the last time I was in New York was in like, eighth grade."
"Well, the part you're going to see is a little bit different than that part. I live here, you're going to see downtown."
"Ok"
She never was one for words. This didn't so much cause trouble as miss opportunities. Every time I would offer something, she'd shrug and leave it up to me. There was no doubt but that there was attraction between the two of us, but as I said before, it takes two to tango, but one to lead.
The events of the last several months, from really releasing the beast inside on my punk rock girl to falling in love with a woman who was in no way able to handle that, well, I learned several things. The most significant of which was how to lead when I want to tango.
Upon arrival at my apartment, I offered her things to do, and we chose to go see RSD's bands show. We lay in the bed together, me exhausted from a crappy week, her too shy to do anything forward with me. So we just lie there, in lust but not mobile, and waited. Talked aimlessly and amiably about her life, about mine, about my past relationships, about her daughter.
An hour later, we were up and dressed, and off to the show. We had a few drinks, and bopped to the music. The lead guitar player grabbed my ass and then grabbed hers, and looked at me shocked when he dicsovered that I'm built like a brick. We picked up my best friend for the ride, after the show. He came with us looking for another bar, which we never found, and eventually took my hint and faded away. I realize now that he was probably looking out for my interests, I had warned him that I was afraid that any mother of one wouldn't see it as too high a bar to get to be a mother of two, and that I was a prime candidate for being the father of her next child. Selfish, thoughtless talk, but not wholly without foundation. I knew her for many years, and we've had a smoldering love for that entire time.
When my friend faded from view, I suggested we go back to my place. I was tired, not looking to drink any more, and unsure where the night would go. I was banking on the same thing that's happened every time we get together.
"Can I kiss you?"
followed by silence.
I got into bed, both of us in our pajamas, I looked at her one last time wistfully and prepared to go to sleep. She started talking about the evening, about how much fun she'd had and what we were going to do tomorrow, and did I remember that time in high school when... and then she trailed off.
The clock read four am.
She rolled around on the bed trying to get comfortable. I reached out a hand. She held one of hers out and we clasped, some of the only physical contact between the two of us that has ever been.
Summoning all the courage I'd developed during my last phrenetic phase and taking a page out of The Cuban's playbook, I looked at her and asked
"After 12 years, do you think I could finally get a goodnight kiss?"
Apparently, she knew my frustration. "Yes."
We kissed. Hesitantly at first, which worried me. Is she always this timid?
After a few minutes, twelve years of anticipation caught up with us. Tongues went deeper, hands started tremblingly assessing one another's limits and our desires. 12 years of waiting for the right moment, for a chance to be alone, all dropped into the furious passion we developed for one another. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and she moaned and dragged her fingers down my freshly sunburned back. It felt as if someone was dragging white hot knives across my shoulderblades, but somehow it wasn't unpleasant. In exchange, I grabbed her wrists, held them behind her back, and tore away at her with furious abandon.
After a half hour or so of this warfare, I discovered that her nipples were pierced with rings big enough to pull with my teeth. The major surprise of the evening was that no blood was drawn, as we tore at each other, desparate to drink as much of the other in as we could, because who knew when we'd have this chance again?
After a time, I rolled her onto her stomache and pinned her.
"You can still turn back, but this is it" I breathily whispered to her. "Do you want me to fuck you? If I fuck you, it may change things. I'm not the greatest after sex."
"Fuck me" she responded.
I kept her pinned and managed to reach into the drawer of sin and grab a condom. By some miracle, I was able to put it on singlehandedly, and, still keeping all 6'2 of her pinned, slowly, teasingly, started to gently, and by inches, fuck her.
She gasped when the head of my cock hit her clitoris. She gasped again when I was fully inside her. I let go of her hands and started rubbing her clit in rhythm to the fucking, she moaned louder, and started to shake, so I kept doing what I was doing. After a few minutes, the shaking subsided, and she reached back and pushed me off of her. She lay me on my back, and straddled me, her piercings flying tantalizingly close to my lips. Not one to pause for temptation, I grabbed one in my teeth and started to pull, all the while, licking her nipple. She moaned and shook and we fucked until the bedsheets were off the bed and we were a sweaty, tangled mess of legs and arms.
I cleaned up after us, put the sheets on the bed and turned the air conditioning up.
"So that's what we've been waiting all this time for?"
"yeah."
"That was worth it" I said. "Was that a one time thing, or would you like to do that sometimes when we get together?"
"We'll see" was all she could say before she fell asleep to the world.
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Update: Cammie asks
"I saw her for the third time since her wedding"
is she still married?
No.
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