“Hey, so, uh, where are we going?” James looked over at Teresa with a smile on his face.
“We’re going to that little coffee shop we used to go to when we were in college. I heard it’s only gotten better since I’ve left.” James turned and pulled into the parking lot, his car rumbled slightly as he parked in a parking spot in front of the shop.
“Well, I’m not feeling so great, so can you just grab me a coffee to go?” James leaned over and opened her door.
“Nonsense, we’re going in.”
James got out of the car and walked around to her side of the car where he stood, waiting for her to get out. Slowly, she stepped out, accepting James’ hand to help her out. James led the way and held the door to the cafe open for her as she removed her sunglasses and walked inside.
She scanned the workers at the registers and knew each and every one of them. She strode up to the register and whispered to the young girl working there, the same girl she had made cover for her when James came in a week ago “You don’t know me,” she whispered quickly. James stood behind her and leaned forward.
“Order what you want, I can pay.” The young girl behind the register looked at James and then back at Teresa. “Oh, hey, how are you? You were my barista last time I was here. How are you?” The girl looked back at Teresa like a deer in the headlights. She began her spiel timidly.
“Have you been here before or would you like a minute to look at the options?” Just then, Teresa’s manager emerged from the back room and stepped up to the register, taking over for the young girl who sighed loudly.
“Come on, you know Teresa. One of our best employees.” Teresa’s eyes screamed for her to stop and she panicked for a moment, waiting for James to respond. James merely leaned forward, his hand rested on the small of her back and he pushed her forward a tiny bit.
“I know you’ve gotta know, what’s the best thing to cure a hangover?” Teresa let out her breath and turned around, shocked.
“You know I work here?”
****
“I honestly didn’t mean for it to be a malicious joke,” James said in between chewing his egg and bacon breakfast sandwich. Teresa sat back in her seat, sipping on her coffee, she had put her sunglasses back on to avoid his gaze. “I came in here a week ago looking for you actually.”
“When did you find out,” she asked, taking a sip of coffee, ignoring the scalding heat.
“When I was thinking about moving back I heard rumors that you were working here and that the other job fell out. I didn’t really know what happened and I wanted to reach out, but you were with someone at the time and it didn’t seem appropriate.”
“You could have said something.” Teresa looked away and saw her manager standing nearby, clearly eavesdropping on their conversation. “I mean, that job was the reason we...you know.”
“Well, every time I thought about reaching out I would think of how bad I was hurt and I would talk myself out of it. But last night Mike reminded me of something.” Teresa sat forward in her seat and took her sunglasses off. “He reminded me of what I told him the first day I saw you.”
James took another bite of his sandwich and put it back on the plate, using a napkin to wipe away some of the crumbs and butter from his hands and lap. As he finished chewing, he took a sip of his iced coffee and sat back.
“The first day of school was the first day I laid eyes on you. One of those goofy orientation events. I was in a group with Mike and you walked by us as we were talking about god knows what and I told him: that girl is going to ruin my life.” Teresa leaned back offended.
“The hell, James? Why’re you doing all this then if you think I’ll ruin your life?” She turned in her seat as if to stand up but James reached out and grabbed her hand.
“Because I told him that I couldn’t wait. To love unconditionally means that sometimes you get hurt. We both acted stupid. We were young though. We made some poor decisions, but we both still had so much growing to do.” He reached out with his other hand and grabbed her hand off her cup, intertwining their fingers. “I know now that I just want to continue growing with you.”
Teresa glanced over at her manager who gave her a small thumbs up and walked away smiling. She looked down at her coffee and looked back up at James.
“I was hoping you would say that.”
****
James could not have driven fast enough to get back to his apartment as fast as they actually wanted to get there. Teresa had often wondered about the benefits of teleportation and if it would make sense, but after they had decided to give “them” another chance the only thing she wanted was to immediately be in bed, naked and alone, with James. It was obvious he felt the same way as well because yellow lights might as well have been green lights at the speed he was taking them and the tires squealed on each turn as if they were driving a formula one race car.
They got back to his apartment complex and sped towards a car that was backing out of a spot near the front of the building. By the time he had thrown the car into park and engaged the parking brake, Teresa was already out of the car, standing by the door to the building waiting. She was dancing slightly, like a small child that needed to go to the bathroom. She smiled widely as he ran towards her that she had to squeeze her face to stop because her cheeks were beginning to hurt.
He grabbed her as he ran by, his arm caught her on the lower back pulling her along, his other hand held his keys and fob, which he waved in front of the door. Hitting the handicap door button, he spun around and kissed Teresa as the door opened. Walking backwards, lips still locked together passionately, he pulled her inside.
Without looking they blindly stumbled towards the elevator, hitting both call buttons. Her hands unbuttoned his top as his hands were firmly planted on her ass, hands squeezing and massaging. The elevator bell dinged and he pulled away, shoving her inside. Teresa playfully threw herself harder into the back wall of the elevator and James pounced inside following her as the doors closed.
The doors closed and Teresa jumped into James arms, her thighs wrapped around his waist, her arms pulled his shirt off his back and she threw it into the corner. James pressed her against the wall of the elevator and passionately kissed and bit her neck. Teresa loudly moaned and asked for more, his hands travelled up her back from her ass and pulled her hair. She moaned his name and the elevator bell dinged again. For some reason the doors slid open.
James and Teresa stopped abruptly. Teresa looked over his shoulder to see an elderly woman standing in the doorway, the elevator still in the lobby. With Teresa still wrapped around his waist, James slowly turned around and looked at the lady as well. She chuckled and leaned into the elevator. She pressed the “door close” button and waved at them.
“Don’t forget to pick the floor you two,” she called after them as the door closed.
They both laughed and James walked to the elevator panel, Teresa let go off him with one hand and clicked the button for his floor. The elevator shook for a moment and began to ascend. They laughed for a moment to themselves before James gently slammed Teresa back into the wall, his hands now back on her ass.
James’ teeth pulled at her shirt, and kissed her neck as the elevator rose. Her nails created a topographical map of passion on his back until the elevator stopped and the door opened, thankfully it was on the correct floor this time and no one was waiting for them on the other side. Teresa let go and jumped down, snagging his shirt from the corner of the elevator. James pretended to chase her through the halls until they reached his door.
James fumbled with the keys for a moment as Teresa pulled and unfastened his belt. She pulled it completely out of his pant loops and threw it around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
“I can’t see the lock,” he mumbled through locked lips and she released him, giggling. He finally unlocked the door and swung it open. He tossed his keys in the direction of the bowl by the door, but completely missed. Teresa was pulling him now, she knocked over e
mpty beer cans and red solo cups as she made her way across the apartment.
She pushed into his room and he grabbed her shirt and pulled it off of her. She fell back into the bed and raised her legs and butt up so that James was able to deftly pull off her leggings. He didn’t fold them this time, instead he tossed them onto the floor, her clothes mixed in with his own and formed a pile at the end of the bed.
They were both naked now, Teresa laid in the bed, shimmying up slightly higher, but James stopped and stood for a moment, watching her intently, studying her body. Teresa looked concerned and tried to cover herself with the blanket.
“Wait, what’s wrong? I know it’s been a few years, but I mean-” James grabbed the sheet away from her and threw it across the room towards the desk.
“Stop, I’m just taking this in. This is better than all the fantasies I’ve had over the past two years.” Teresa relaxed and James slowly approached her, carefully sliding in on top of her. He kissed her forehead gently and proceeded to kiss her cheeks, lips, and ears. She giggled and looked back at him.
“What’re you doing, James,” Teresa asked, not irritated by the show of affection, but it certainly seemed out of place seeing the way they got into the building.
“Just remembering your taste. That’s all.” James kissed her, their lips forming a perfect seal, as if they were made for each other, their kisses forced their bodies to contort and intertwine. One hand grabbed her by the back of the neck, just like she remembered, the other hand rested over her shoulder, holding him up above her slightly.
He began to kiss her neck, and she kissed his as his strong hand forced her head back and forth so that he could kiss both sides. She resisted slightly, but just to tease him. After a few moments of kissing and biting, she flipped him over on his back and mounted him.
Her pussy was already moist by the time she started to rub herself on his hard dick. She didn’t let him slide inside her yet, but took the time to tease her own clit and the tip of his cock. His hands lifted off the bed and each grabbed a tit, they each were bouncing slightly with each of her thrusts. His fingers cupped them perfectly, pinching her nipples slightly, causing her to let out a low moan.
Teresa raised up on her knees and took his dick in one hand. She bent down and flicked her tongue on the head of his cock. James shook for a moment as a wave of pleasure swept over him. She spit on his dick and rubbed the shaft, as he reached down still grabbing her tits. Teresa took the tip into her mouth and allowed her tongue to play with his dick as she continued to rub his cock with her free hand. James moaned loudly for a few moments, and with one hand brushed her hair away from her face so that he could watch as she played with his dick.
After a moment she raised back up and remounted him, his hands grabbed her thighs and pulled her close. She took his throbbing cock in her hand and slid it into her pussy. She rested back onto her legs slowly and James watched as his dick disappeared inside her. Teresa very gently started rocking back and forth, her warm pussy fit like a glove over James’ dick. He joined in as well, rolling his hips into her hips.
She arched her back in pleasure and she screamed his name, their thrusts came faster and harder, his hands moved from her thighs to her hips, where he pulled and pushed her hips, driving her to new orgasmic heights than she had ever reached before.
Teresa was unable to hold herself upright anymore, her body covered in goosebumps and shaking, so she fell onto James’ chest. He adjusted his position so that he was now thrusting deeper and harder inside her. Her tits bounced on his chest as he kissed her neck.
She could feel that she was about to cum, and her nails dug into James’ skin, a sign that he remembered well. He began to slow down and each thrust became more meaningful. With each thrust he would kiss her, her breaths became shallower with each one. Finally, she moaned his name as he held her quivering body.
Teresa felt her body go limp and James slowly rolled her over onto her back. He reached over her to grab the bottle of water from the bedside table. He handed it to her and she took a sip. As she swallowed the water she looked at him and laughed.
“My god, I thought I was just getting breakfast.”
THE END
A Business Affair
“Did you read this article, Marie?” Meg asked from behind me.
I knew which one she was talking about without turning around. Rinsing the last of the dishes I took my time setting them aside to dry, and wiped my hands on a towel. Forcing a smile I turned around and came to stand behind Meg’s chair. I was drawn to Jack Lawson’s grainy black and white image looking up from the newspaper.
“I read it.” I said. Meg’s eyes were on mine, no doubt trying to gauge my reaction.
“So what are you going to do?”
“About what?” I shrugged.
“Well I just figured you would want to try and see him.”
“To what end?”
“Oh I don’t know, maybe to tell him about-“She gestured to the other room where Will sat watching cartoons.
I sighed and looked back down to the picture. It was an old one, one I’d seen a few other times. He was boarding a plane, looking back over her shoulder with his political smile fixed in place. Even through the distortion of the newsprint I could see beyond to his handsome features, fresh in my mind. In some respects it was hard to believe 3 years had passed since we were together. Other days it felt like a lifetime ago.
“It says here he’ll be in town scouting locations for a campaign office. That’s good, right? That means he’ll be back in town again.” She smiled. It was a hopeful smile and I was grateful for a friend who could supply the optimism I was lacking. I sat beside her and picked up my coffee.
“You seem to forget that there was a reason for not getting in touch with him in the first place. None of that has changed.”
“You mean that his mother is a snobby old cow?”
I laughed at Meg, never one to mince words. “Yeah, there’s that. Plus I don’t want to know what fathering an illegitimate child with his personal assistant will do to his political future. That’s a political scandal gold mine. I didn’t want to lay that on him then and I still can’t do that to him now.”
Meg waved her hand at me, haphazardly folding up the paper. She turned in her chair to face me and placed a hand on mine, a sure fire sign she was going to use her serious voice. I smiled in anticipation of whatever warped nugget of advice she was about to give me.
“Marie, honey, you’re thinking about this all wrong. This isn’t about what you think he wants, or what you think is best. It’s about what you feel.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. Next she’ll be reading my horoscope and taking me to her palm reader.
“No, seriously. You can’t sit there and honestly tell me that a big part of you doesn’t want to see him again. That you don’t want to tell him he fathered a child, one who has an attitude as big as his dads. It’s not like you two parted on bad terms or anything. I think he deserves to know.”
“That’s true, but if he was willing to walk away back then, before either of us knew I was pregnant, then I have to believe he would have wanted to walk away if he had known. Maybe he wouldn’t have because he felt obligated to stick around, but I didn’t want him like that.”
“A lot of time has gone by. You don’t know what he wants.”
I nodded absently. Meg and I had been friends for years, and she had been there with all her sage advice when Jack and I started seeing each other, when he decided to move to Washington, when I found out I was carrying his child. Because of that she considered herself an expert on the topic.
“Besides, people have a way of bumping into one another. It’s a small world and all that. I wouldn’t be surprised if you ran into him before you knew it.” Meg said before she got up and dumped the dregs of her cup down the sink. With a smug smile, Meg grabbed her purse and wagged her fingers at me, leaving for work out the back door.
I shook my head and started for the liv
ing room to get Will ready for daycare. Sometimes I hated being neighbors with my best friend. Especially when she was right.
*****
The restaurant was especially slow for a Thursday, and the day dragged on. Picking at the gum stuck to the bottom of the tables gave me loads of time to let my mind wander, and it always seemed to come back around to Jack. Thanks, Meg.
My mind could vividly replay every sequence with stunning clarity. The first time I met him when I interviewed for the position of his assistant. The long evenings spent working, trying to deny the attraction we both felt, even when my resolve was weak. The night we finally both gave in, too exhausted to keep up the farce that we wanted to keep it professional. I let myself go back there, to all the memories that I usually held back. I savoured every inside joke, each brush of his knuckles over my cheek, every time he held me close.
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