Old Lovers and Friends

What to do, what to do? You have a good-looking man wanting you, and you want him. But you have a past with him. A torrid past. You once shared hot, steamy sex a la Jack Nicholson and Jessica Lange in the Postman Always Rings Twice. Yes, that hot.

But you stopped having that steamy sex and you became friends. Not just friends, but trusted friends. You talk. You share problems with careers, other relationships, your respective families and friends. Your friendship never even veers anywhere toward that steam you once shared. It's reliable, fun, and very comforting.

But this is now. And many years later. You're older and so is he. You remember what things were like before between you two. Your mind vaguely flashes on why you're not still having that hot, steamy sex but you can't focus on it. All you can focus on is the tension you're feeling in certain places and the way he's looking at you, and the words he's saying. You focus on his lips, saying those words. You remember those lips and what they did to you before.

You test out the waters by dipping a toe in the jacuzzi of lust. It's hot and steamy, just like you remember, and you want to just immerse yourself. You try to slowly guide yourself into the swirling waters but you can't go slow. You throw your body into it. Next thing you know, you're panting, sweating and loving every minute of the warmth surrounding your body.

Oh people, the physical part was just as I remembered it, but with a greater urgency. We knew every inch of each others' bodies and traveled them like a favorite path. There was familiarity and caring, mixed with unadulterated lust. We couldn't get enough of each other. It was young lust with adult knowledge. When it was over, it was tough to pull away from each other.

Was this a one-time thing? Or will we have moments like this again in the future? I'm not sure. But the memory of that encounter won't leave me for a long time to come. I catch myself thinking about that one encounter more than the many encounters we shared in the past and, like a favorite recipe, I can't wait to try it again.