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Homecoming

Jenna bright

Staring at the hard-hewn planes of the face in front of me, I searched for hints of the boy I’d known, so many years ago. The boy who’d given me my first kiss, late at night in the winter cold, on my parents’ front porch. The boy who’d taken my virginity in the afternoon sun on the riverbank that last summer.

The boy I’d thought I would be with forever, until university, and distance, and life pulled us apart.

Except now life had pushed us back together, and I couldn’t help but remember the feel of his lips on my skin and his hands on my body.

“You look…” I tensed, waiting to hear which way he’d go. Would he lie and say I hadn’t changed in ten years? Or would he finish with “different,” his tone suggesting, “worse”?

Neither as it turned out. “God, Sally, you’re more beautiful than I could have dreamed.”

His words surprised a laugh from me, and suddenly we were standing there laughing as if we’d never left, never quarreled, never said good-bye.

“Let’s go for a walk,” I suggested, and he took my arm with a smile.

Perhaps it was inevitable that we would end up down by the river; it had always been our spot, long before that hot, sticky afternoon he trailed his hands up my thighs, tugging down my knickers and replacing them with kisses.

Now, the air was cooler, less heavy with heat and need. But the pulse of my blood, the wanting in my body, was louder than ever.

Ten years, it kept screaming. Ten years too long. If I only got one more chance with this man… But that wasn’t what we were here for. We were old friends, catching up. That was all.

“And so I knew it was time to come back home,” John said, finishing up a story I hadn’t even been listening to. I looked up to apologize, caught his eye…and lost my breath.

There. There in his gaze, in the way his looks lingered on my neck, on my skin…I could see heat. Want. I blinked, wondering if it was just a reflection of my own need. But no…still there.

“God, Sally. I missed you so damn much. I missed us.”

“Me too,” I breathed, knowing exactly what he meant. It wasn’t just the companionship, or the love, or the way we made each other feel when we were together. From the first moment I’d felt his hands holding my hips, felt his cock sliding inside me, I’d known. This was something special. Something rare. I had not been with many men since, but enough to confirm what I already knew in my heart. John and I…sex wasn’t just physical gratification. It wasn’t even just making love. It was something more.

Tugging me down to the grass of the riverbank, John settled me between his legs and pulled me back to rest against his chest.

“Maybe you’ll pay a little bit more attention to this story,” he said. I started my apology, but he just rested his hands on my thighs and said, “Shh. I never told you why I brought you here, the first time we made love, did I?”