August MacGregor

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Returning, Part 1 (of 2)

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Not necessarily a quickie … a piece of erotic fiction that’s a little longer and will be continued in a second post tomorrow. This story is meant for mature readers 18 years and older, as it contains explicit descriptions of sex between consenting adults. It’s about a woman and a guy who used to date, and may get back together.

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Returning, Part 1

“So, how have you been?” Simon asked. “It’s been a while.”

“I’ve been good,” Juliet replied as she nodded slightly. “Things are good, yeah.”

Simon took a drink of red wine before he continued: “I’ve thought about you, wondered what you’ve been up to.”

Juliet frowned. “Why didn’t you call me then?”

He matched her frown, saying, “Well, you broke up with me, and I just felt … I don’t know … I guess I didn’t feel up to it. I figured you wanted to move on.”

“I didn’t break up with you. It was both of us.”

His frown deepened as he said, “Not exactly. It was more you. I was willing to give it more of a chance.”

Juliet looked at him for a moment that felt longer than it really was. She thought he looked cuter with his longer hair, what could be considered a mop top, like a hipster from the ’50s. It gave the effect of softening his face. Even when he was frowning.

The sounds of the restaurant around them filled in the space between the two former lovers. Their time together also felt like a long time ago. It wasn’t really, just nine months, but it seemed that way to her.

She sighed and smoothed strands of her light brown hair from in front of her eyes to behind her ear. “I’m sorry. I guess we were at different places, you know? Different places in our lives.”

“Didn’t feel that way to me. And you certainly seemed to like our time together. Not all the time, of course. but—”

Eyes widening in earnest, she said, “I did, I really did. Believe me, there were wonderful times.” Then she settled back and gazed to the side, at another couple sitting a few tables away, before she spoke again. “But I just didn’t think we found common ground a lot of the time.”

Simon smirked and looked about to say something, but changed his mind and instead simply watched her for a moment. Then he said, “So why now? Why get in touch with me? Did you suddenly think we could find common ground now?”

“Well, sorta.”

Again, he frowned. “What does that mean? Sorta?”

As an answer, Juliet sipped her wine and gazed again at the other table.

Simon let her stall only for a few seconds before he asked, “So, what did you really text me for? To sorta get back together?”

This surprised her. He hadn’t been this blunt when they were dating. He had avoided conflict, and it was that passivity that had frustrated her. Royally frustrated her. She remembered snapping at him several times to the tune of: “If something’s bothering you, talk about it! Don’t escape into your man-cave.” He hadn’t liked that at all. Over time, he had improved. Not by leaps and bounds, but there was improvement. Just not enough. Yes, there was some common ground. She missed that common ground—desperately so—but it just wasn’t enough to fulfill what she wanted out of the relationship. Hotness in the bedroom wasn’t the entire fuel that she wanted.

And now, in the restaurant, months after they broke up, Juliet was the hesitant one to talk. Now, she was the guilty one for not stepping forward and speaking her mind. But she had to. She had to tell him why. After all, the man deserved it. And, frankly, so did she.

She drew in a long breath and exhaled, then said, “Okay. Here goes. I got in touch with you because I’m horny. For you. I just—”

“Oh, really?”

“Let me finish. Please. I just got off a relationship that I thought was going to last. I was really into him. But he wasn’t into me as I was into him. It hurt. I, um, don’t know if I hurt you like he hurt me. If I did, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Like I said, I thought you and I weren’t working out. Not fully. Maybe that’s what Ben thought, too. Maybe I was just a notch in his bedpost. I don’t know. But it really fucking hurt me. After it was all over, I cried for a long time. Eventually, that slowed. I didn’t cry every night. And when that stopped, I thought about you, since you were the boyfriend I had before him. I had a date here and there, but they were pretty darn flat. I remembered you and remembered having a good time with you.”

Simon butted in: “So you want to get back together. But sorta. I’m not following.”

Juliet sipped her wine and drew another big breath and said, “Bear with me. I remembered how good I felt with you. We did have some common ground together.” She paused, looking at him for a moment. “Okay. I’m just going to go right out and say it.” She cleared her throat. “You were the best I’ve ever had about going down … there. There it is. I’m horny as hell, and I called you because you gave me the best orgasms with your mouth that I’ve ever had.”

He simply stared at her, with a face that was difficult to read. Then he said, flatly, “You’re fucking with me. This is some kind of joke, right?”

“No, not all. Please. I wouldn’t joke about this. You know I wouldn’t.”

“Well, I thought I knew you before you broke up with me.”

“C’mon, that couldn’t have come as a surprise. All those times I … voiced my frustrations with you? How you wouldn’t talk about things that were bothering you, and you bottled everything up?”

Simon hefted a sigh. “Yeah, I figured later that I shouldn’t have been surprised. I thought and thought about it after we broke up, and I figured that I should’ve seen it coming.”

A small smile on her face, Juliet rested her hand on top of his. “I never wanted to hurt you. I thought it was building up to that point. I never thought I was going to surprise you. For that, I’m sorry. Deeply, deeply sorry. I wish it went differently.”

“Yeah. Me, too.” He matched her small smile. “So, now you’re surprising me again. But let me get this straight. You’re horny for me because I was the best you’ve ever had at going down on you.”

Juliet shot a glance at the other couple before turning back to Simon and saying, “Shh. Not so loud.”

“Okay.” Then he switched to talking softer: “You texted me because you want me to eat you out. Is that what you’re saying?”

She had a guilty, cat-with-a-bird-feather-sticking-out-of-her-mouth look. “Um, yeah. You’re the only one who’s given me multiple orgasms.” She, too, whispered. “I miss that. Can you blame a girl?”

His small smile grew as this delighted him. “No. I guess I can’t.”

“So … what do you think?” Her normal voice returned. “Are you mad? Are you still so hurt that you want me to leave?”

His smile fell, and his face was serious again. “Are you kidding? How could I be mad at a compliment like that? I’ve never had an ex-girlfriend come back because she missed our oral sex.”

Juliet leaned forward. “I don’t want to mislead you. I don’t know about coming back. Fully, I mean. I don’t want to give you the wrong impression. Emotionally, I just don’t know if I’m ready to restart a relationship with you. But physically, I’m very ready.”

“Are you saying you want to be friends with benefits?”

She returned to whispering: “More like fuck buddies.” She made eye contact with him, and her eyes burned brightly with her conviction. “I miss your mouth. Your tongue. Your ability to make me feel amazing. I don’t want to steer you wrong here. I want that pleasure you gave me again. It may grow into something more. I don’t know. I’m not going to sit here and promise all that. I just can’t. I miss the pleasure we had together. And I will promise you that if you give that to me again, you will not regret it.”

He maintained the lock of her eye contact. “How so?”

She liked this new blunt way about him. Maybe there was light for more. But she couldn’t think about that now. “Because I will pay you back for the mind-blowing orgasms I know you’re capable of giving me.”

A smile cracked at the corner of his lips. “Sounds promising.”

Juliet leaned forward even further. “Because it is.” Her voice was a whisper that was heavy with intense emotion. “I will suck and fuck your brains out. I ache for the pleasure you gave me. That’s why I texted you. I want those orgasms when you had to peel me off the ceiling. In return, I will suck your dick so hard, you’ll also have to be peeled off the ceiling. And I will ride your dick so fucking hard, too.”

Again, his smile faded as he returned serious. He stared at her for a couple of seconds. He turned, raised his hand and said, “Waiter? Check please.”

“We’re not staying for dinner?” Juliet asked.

“Dinner’s back at my place,” Simon answered.

continued in another post tomorrow…

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Author: augustmacgregor

I'm a writer of erotica and romantic fiction.

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