True Story. We had kept in touch over the years. Each of us had been involved with others while we were in college together, but there I was, stuck in that god-forsaken town and she was flying through the big city 4 hours to the south. One flirty email lead to another and I planned to meet her.

She was getting back from Europe late and I set up a hotel room for the two of us. Believe it or not, we had said nothing up to that point about getting together.

We were great friends from college. So great that flirting was natural and we didn't need to say much more about it to be in the same hotel room for the evening.

We just plain LIKED each other. I met her as she came in through international arrivals.

She was gorgeous. Simply stunning. A 'cutie' if ever there was one. 5'3" short, fine blonde hair, and she smelled great. The hug was warm and long and long over due. We spent a half hour getting reaquainted, each with their stories about what had gone on in our lives since college and up to then.

But you know something? I don't recall how all that went. Looking back it wasn't the point. Time had dragged and it was time for bed. Two beds and still no conversation about staying in the same bed. But just then, as the conversation died down a little, I had offered to go fill up the ice one last time we both stood up and a grabbed her, hugged her close and then kissed her forehead, pulled back and looked her in the eye, and then kissed her lips. They were so soft and sweet. Light touches.

It was a moment in time I will hold on to forever.

We started to kiss with more fervor. 'uh...

I think I'll skip the ice.' She smiled her big, huge even, smile. 'I'm so glad you kissed me just now.' And that was it. Slowly we undressed each other. We rolled back onto the crisply clean hotel bedding.

She kissed my neck, rolled me onto my back, and went down on me, slowly. When her mouth hit my length it was wet, smooth warmth. Heaven. Warm, smooth, wetness.

She climbed onto me. I was pushing into her and it was complete surrender. In the past I had always been pretty concerned about safe sex, and I know this doesn't make any sense, but somehow there was a serious trust between us. I knew she took good care of herself.

I certainly had been having ultra safe sex up to that point in my life. It was dumb and I didn't care. Neither did she. My arousal grew and grew as we pushed into each other.

It was gorgeous! I came to the brink. I warned her "I'm going to come", she replied "Oh god, please do!" I'll never forget those words. They were soft and intense all at the same time. I lost it into her and she rode me all the way in, giving, consumating something that had been there all along. We've since moved on in our lives.

She married the man she met next in her life. All that was on another continent. I married the next person I met. My marriage fell apart and the love I should have pursued, instead of pursuing the things I have since failed to achieve moved on without me.

Jesus.. this is starting to sound like Red Shoe Diaries or something! Really it's just a story about long ago love, a consumation, and luscious burst of romance.

To think of it makes me smile and will 'til I'm done this game. Mr. O