Sunday, December 6, 2009

Sexual Tension Grows Between Ex-lovers

Erik folded his hands beneath his black sweater, his thumbs fidgeting with the wool.

“I know we' re supposed to go to dinner,” he said, “But I don't know if I can even eat right now.”

I laughed. “What? Am I making you sick?”

“No, no, not at all, it's that . . . it's just a lot, being with you.”

Our break-up three years ago was the farthest thing from civil, and I knew, after not seeing eachother for all of that time, we were both uncertain of what we should do with the palpable sexual tension that now filled the two-foot gap between us on the couch.

“I was just teasing. I know exactly what you mean. I didn't think I would be so happy to be with you. Oh, wait, that came out wrong. It's not that I didn't want to see you, but something feels different. We really should plan to see eachother more often.”

Erik scooted towards me, speaking softly. “Hyla, I would really like that, but, you know, after being with you this past hour, well, I don't really know how to say this, but I don't think I can be your friend.”


“This might come out sounding crazy, but, um, I am still in love with you.”

I grabbed a burgundy pillow and held it to my chest. “Oh, wow, that is amazing that you would just come out and say that.”

How could he still be in love with me?

“It is what it is. I guess I can't help it. For the past three years, my friends have been telling me to forget about you, and, even though we weren't in touch, well, I just couldn't let go. I tried dating. I really tried.”

“I am sure you did. You're a total catch.”

“But, everytime I went out with someone, all I could do was compare them to you. You have to understand that I really meant those words when I proposed to you in college. There is something about you, about us, that has always made sense to me.”

“I don't know what to say. I feel honored.”

Erik took off his glasses and exhaled. “Having essentially poured my heart out to you, what I am trying to say is that I need you to feel more than honored. I need to you to feel like there is a chance for us again. Otherwise, it would be too painful for me to see eachother as friends.”

Each word he spoke brought me closer to him, each truth he revealed seduced me deeper into his heart. He wasn't playing games like so many men I had been dating. Erik was real. Erik was unbelievably masculine and also willing to share his soul. That, to me, was the definition of sexy.

I got up from the couch, stood directly in front of him, and then climbed into his lap, wrapping one leg at a time around his waist, so I could align our bodies. “Does this feel like friends?”

“Yeah, uh, no, this definitely does not feel like friends.”

“Listen, I may have some catching up to do on the love front because I just got out of pretty bad relationship, but, no, I do not want to be your friend.”

My pelvis pressed against his and I let out a moan, grabbing his jaw with both of my hands, pulling his lips close to mine.

“Watcha doin?” he said impishly.

I knew I was already being devious enough by straddling his lap, but I smiled. “You don't mind if I kiss you, do you?”

“Hmm...I'm guessing you can probably feel how hard I am beneath you right now, so I think you can figure the answer to that question out on your own.”

We kissed, and then we kissed some more, our bodies merging into eachother. We were fully clothed, but my back arched again and again. His fingers tugged at my long brown hair.

Oh, it felt so good to be with him. A comforting distant memory given a new life. A chance. He had grown up. I had grown up. We were both established in our careers, in our selves. Was it possible that he was the one after all?

We could not contain our sounds of pleasure, nor did we want to.

I whispered, “You make me feel, oh, uh, mmmmm, incredible . . .”

“That's because you are . . . and I am going to show you.”

Erik forcefully grabbed my hips and slid our still-clothed pelvises up and down, harder and harder, rubbing his jeans on me in all the right ways, until both of submitted to the wet euphoria and orgasmed with sheer ecstacy, as one.

We collapsed into the scent of our sweat, our breath, the sex-tainted musk of my perfume.

For several minutes, we remained in eachother's arms, both of us quiet, gratefully consuming the moment.

“I certainly wasn't expecting that,” I said.

“Are you alright with what just happened?”

“Hmmm....let me think about that. Silly! I'm just thinking we need to do it again. Like, right now.”

And so, we did it another time, and another time after that, melting into the familiarity of what once was and what was yet to become.