Evan Thomas. Boy how that name brings back memories of a little kid in 2nd grade that wanted to marry me. Oh well, you know how those things go. You go through school, make new friends, and drift apart. I don’t even remember what he looked like back in high school. Yet, today, through some twist of fate, he and I are going to try and rekindle a friendship that hasn’t existed in over 30 years. I’m very nervous. After all, I’m a lot older, overweight and I don’t have a whole lot going for me, but somehow, this lunch is exciting and makes me feel good about myself because I know that he too is older and different than he was in high school.

When I walk into the restaurant and walk toward the table where he is patiently waiting, I can tell by the look on his face that he likes what he sees and I am encouraged. He gives me a hug and I get a whiff of him, the smell that will forever define him in my mind, and in that instant I know that things are going to go well. He immediately makes me feel like we’ve been friends forever and have never lost touch. But I am nervous, and when I’m nervous I have the unstoppable gift of gab. I start blabbing about things I’ve done that I probably shouldn’t admit to someone I’m trying so hard to impress. Things seem to drift very quickly to sexual topics. Of course, the reason this meeting was set up was to prove that some silly survey on Facebook that evaluated Evan as a bad kisser was not true. I figured at the very least, I would get a very passionate kiss out of the deal, but already I wanted more. Unfortunately, both Evan and I are married. Neither of us is really looking to leave our spouses, but I can tell by the conversation that he wouldn’t be opposed to a little fling and, to be honest, neither would I.

I have somehow already decided that I would take this as far as he was willing to go. I could feel it in my gut, or more truthfully, lower in my groin. I start talking about the different men I’ve been with, both good and bad, how my husband and I used to swing, mate swapping and my sexual experimentation. He doesn’t seem put off, though. He is smiling at me, the kind of smile that reaches his eyes and I notice a devilish little twinkle that tells me that he likes what he hears. We continue to talk over lunch and after a couple of hours of constant conversation, we decide it is time to call it an afternoon and I nervously let him walk me to my car. We stand there like a couple of school kids, not sure what to do or say. After all, I want that kiss, but as he puts his arms around me to give me a hug and he pulls me close and pecks my lips, I chicken out and say something lame about it not being the right time or place and we would continue this next time. What an idiot! My body is on fire and I can’t even bring myself to kiss this man who obviously likes me because I know that one kiss will not be enough. When that kiss happens, it will lead to more and I wasn’t prepared for that today. So we get in our cars and go our separate ways with a promise to do it again before he leaves town at the end of the week.

As I am driving home, I begin to feel the idiocy of my decision so I pick up my cell phone and call him. He answers with a slight question in his tone and I tell him that I am already regretting my decision and I insist that I be given another chance. “I want that kiss” I tell him, and he laughs and promises that he will give me another chance. Maybe lunch tomorrow. I tell him he can meet me at work and we can go to lunch so I wouldn’t arouse too much suspicion at home. He agrees and now I am running all kinds of scenarios in my head. They are all pretty clich? I lead him into my office, I close and lock the door, and then I throw his body against the wall and force myself on him, telling myself I didn’t care if anyone outside the office heard or wondered. I was ready to do this and the anticipation of it was making my sexual juices flow. I was constantly running to the ladies room to dry myself off because I didn’t think that when he reached for my pussy, the wet panties would be very appealing. But, the plans go awry and I find myself all dressed up with no place to go because Evan worked until five in the morning and just didn’t make it up in time for lunch. So, as I try to hide my disappointment, I agree that we will try dinner the next night hoping this will work with his schedule.

When I call Evan the next afternoon, I offer to pick him up at his hotel. I want to make sure that if the kiss leads to more, there is someplace to go and I intend to make sure it leads to more. I want this and I want him so bad that my concentration is nonexistent. I could think of nothing else all day except for how I was going to force myself on this poor, unsuspecting man, and make him fuck me like there was no tomorrow. I pick him up, we go to the restaurant right next door to his hotel to save time and the dinner goes so well that when it comes time to drop him off at his hotel, it is too late for him to do anything except get ready for work and because when we pull up to the hotel entrance, there are a couple of people from his work sitting out front, I once again have to settle for the obligatory peck on the cheek and I drive away, panties soaking wet, wondering if I will get another chance at this or if it is just not meant to be. As I am driving home, singing loudly to the radio in an excellent mood, my mother calls and tells me my dad has taken a turn for the worse and won’t live through the night. I need to fly back home right away and I realize that I won’t get another chance with Evan before he leaves. I’ve blown my opportunity to feel those lips upon mine or to satisfy the yearning I’ve been feeling since our first encounter.

When I return from my dad’s funeral, Evan is gone. I’ve been bold and tried to call, sent numerous messages, but I get no response. At this point I am sure that our encounter was nothing more than a distraction while he was in town and now that he is gone, so is my chance to show him how I feel. It’s funny that I feel so strongly about a man I barely know, yet I can’t think of anything or anyone else. I’m torn apart because my body still yearns to feel his touch and I call and leave a message telling him that I can’t go on feeling this way and it is best if I just walk away…he won’t hear from me again. With that, I make plans for a weekend alone in the hill country to gather myself and my feelings and return to continue my humdrum life of going to work, cooking dinner, fantasizing while reading romance novels, and going to bed.

When I arrive at the hotel, I tell myself that I am going to have a good time, but all I can think about is Evan. I pretty myself up, get all dressed up and take myself to dinner hoping to find someone who can distract me from the emptiness I’m feeling inside. But, my heart is not in it, and I return to my room to stare at my computer and sit by the quiet river behind the hotel with a bottle of wine at my side. I decide I should just go to bed early and get an early start home in the morning. I take my sleeping pills and cry myself to sleep, depressed that I no longer have the ability to have fun like I used to.

I awaken to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I check the time…2:00a.m. It’s Evan. I assume he’s gotten my numerous voicemails and is calling to tell me to leave him alone, but he is quiet, sounding a little drunk. He tells me he knows that I’ve had a hard couple of weeks and as much as he would like to see me again, I am in Texas and he is in California. I apologize for being so troublesome, but he hushes me. “You don’t know how badly I want to put my mouth on your pussy”, he tells me, and I my body lights up, every inch tingling while I become so wet, I have to remove my underwear. I find myself laying there on the bed while Evan continues to tell me how he wants to use his tongue to explore every inch of my body and my hand drifts down between my legs and I begin massage to myself, not really even listening to the voice on the phone, but imagining his face nestled between my legs, his tongue flicking back and forth on my clit. My body tenses as I erupt in orgasm, the spasms continuing on for several minutes. When I finally come back to my senses and turn my attention to my phone, the line is dead. Evan had hung up and I have no idea what his last words were to me.

I drive home the next day more confused than I was the day before. Did Evan really care for me? I kept hearing his words over and over again in my head. “You don’t know how badly I want to put my mouth on your pussy,” and with every repetition, I get wetter and wetter. When I get home, I decide to call him and find out just how our phone conversation had ended. When I call, he answers but sounds very distracted. He says that he is in the middle of making arrangements and can’t talk and with that, I hang up. Perhaps I had dreamt the whole thing. But my phone shows that there was a call from him at 2:00a.m. He must have just been drunk and not even realized what he had said. Once again, I feel my hopes slip away to nothing. What I fantasized last night will never happen, and Evan may not be back in Texas for months or maybe even years. I convince myself I need to forget about him and try to return to my normal life.

My life does return to normal with the exception that I cannot get Evan out of my brain. He has burned himself into my memory forever. When I close my eyes, I can see his smile, that devilish twinkle in his eye. I can smell him and feel the heat of his body. As I sit at my desk at work, I try to concentrate on my reports, but everything seems to remind me of Evan. As I am about ready to leave for the day, my phone rings. It’s Evan. That’s odd. It’s been over a week without a word. He was the last person I expected to hear from, but I feel my stomach flutter and my heart starts to pound as I say hello. “I owe you an apology” he says. “I haven’t been neglecting you. I’ve gotten all of your messages but I’ve been so busy with this job in LA, I just haven’t had a chance to get back with you until now.” He goes on to tell me that his home office, located in Dallas, has scheduled him for a job in San Antonio and he was hoping that, perhaps, I would be willing to give him a second chance. He will arrive there on Friday night, 3 days away, and will be there through the weekend before he is off to another state for yet another job.

At first, I am so surprised I don’t know how to respond. There is nothing more I would love than to meet him in San Antonio, walk along the riverfront, take in the sights, then return to my room where I can throw myself at him and ease some of the sexual tension I’ve been feeling. “I need to get laid” I tell myself, “and I’d be a fool not to take advantage of this opportunity.” Evan laughs and I realize that I had spoken out loud. “Don’t you worry” he says, “I have plans for you.” I feel that flutter in my stomach, that heat in my groin and that wetness between my legs and I rush home to prepare for a weekend of unimaginable pleasure. Or at least, I hope that’s what happens. After all, my fantasies are based on conjecture. Evan’s kiss could be the end of everything. A bad first kiss could certainly spoil the mood for me, and isn’t that what the survey said, that Evan is a bad kisser? Now I begin to worry how I can get out of this if things don’t work out. It would be very embarrassing if Evan wasn’t able to live up to my expectations.