“I got an invite. Shelby thought it was important that Kyle invite everyone. Even Ashley. And we used to be close, you know? What are you doing here?”
Greta’s face fell a bit and she took a long drink from her wooden tumbler. It smelled of coconut and rum. “Well. Casey actually. Casey and Shelby are good friends.” He nodded, pursing my lips as he remembered her boyfriend from all those years ago. The guy who took her to prom. The man who was both the cause of their first kiss and the reason it was their only kiss. Greta interrupted Nate’s thoughts, “We actually broke up just a couple weeks ago.”
“Oh my gosh, Greta. I’m so sorry, what happened?” Nate hugged her close again, he could smell her hair.
“He was dealing heroin.” She answered, slowly pulling away from the hug. Nate’s eyes grew wide as he stuttered. “I’m just kidding! He cheated on me. With two women. That he paid for.” She pursed her lips and Nate laughed awkwardly. “But you should have seen your face!”
Nate reached forward and took her hand again. “I generally think it’s rude to talk about a fresh ex, but,” he hesitated. “I never liked Casey.” He kept us apart, Nate thought.
Greta smiled sadly, politey. “I suppose he kept getting in our way, huh?” Nate’s eyes grew wider.
“I didn’t really mean it like that you know,” Nate trailed off.
“I did.” She smiled at Nate and paused for a moment in a sad smile for thought. “I’d suspected, for a while, that he wasn’t exactly boyfriend of the year. But I caught him. And we screamed. And I left and haven’t seen him since.” Nate nodded quietly as she spoke and he reached out and squeezed her arm. “I have been staying with Taryn,” Greta pointed down at her friend. “She has an apartment not far from campus.” Nate’s mind raced to keep up. Taryn must know our history. Why didn’t she tell me Greta was here?
“So what happens to you now?” Nate asked, holding his wooden tumbler out to her.
“Now,” she took it and drank the full contents of the tumbler without even stopping to ask what it was. “Now I’m not thinking about anything but a party where I get to drink all night. Tomorrow isn’t my problem right now.”
“Carpe diem, eh?” Nate responded.
“Carpe noctem, Nathan. It’s night.” Nobody called him Nathan anymore, but it sounded nice from her lips. She laughed, her voice sounded pure and delightful to his ears. “It’s just a classier version of YOLO, you know that right?”
Nate didn’t have a great response to that, so he just smiled at her and pulled her close for another hug. “I’ve missed you, Greta.”
A short talk on the stairs turned into sharing another drink, which turned into a dance, then dances, then sitting on the rocky shore very near where he and Ashley fooled around. Sitting together turned into shared glances, which turned into touching hands. Years came rushing back to them both. Nate’s mind was so far away from this week of depravity, and he finally leaned forward to kiss her. At the last second she turned her head and caught his cheek.
“I’m sorry. I just have a lot of feelings right now,” she said quietly into his ear.
Nate took her hand again. “Don’t worry about sunrise and everything after. You’re in Hawaii. It’s a wedding night. Carpe noctem, right?” His words were a trigger in her mind and a callback to years and years ago. Their first kiss, he told her the same thing then.
She leaned forward to kiss him, firmly now, spreading her lips and slipping her tongue into his mouth. Nate closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the feelings. He put his arms around her and sighed happily as they kissed deeply.
It’s finally happening. Nate’s thoughts were loudly celebratory and triumphant as Greta, the woman he had loved for years, the woman he thought he would never have another chance with, dropped her shimmering dress to the floor in front of him, posing for just a moment in her white lacy panties. Nate took the sight in like an artist. Her legs were smooth and tanned. Her small perky breasts pointed up at him, enticing him. She had distinct tan lines that Nate wanted to trace with his finger tips and his tongue. She bit her lip, as though she were holding back embarrassment, even while she smiled and held her hands behind her back, letting Nate take it all in. He moved forward and kissed her passionately, their tongues once again intertwined. He finally broke the kiss and moved down her body. He kissed her chin, neck, between her breasts, and both her nipples while he was at it, down to her chest, her belly, and then her panty covered pussy. He hooked his fingers around the strings and pulled the white lacy panties down, revealing her pussy, her lips slightly open, as if welcoming him. He leaned forward and kissed her, his nose resting in the groomed brown patch of soft hair. He slipped his tongue forward and licked gently at her slit, sliding up and into her gently and hearing her moan so softly.
“Nate,” he heard her moan softly. She asked for nothing, just spoke his name softly. He stood up and kissed her lips again, feeling her body press against him. Neither of them spoke, she just slowly started to undress him, looking at his body and into his eyes. She pulled his shirt off and she rested a hand against his fit chest and stomach. Greta couldn’t help herself, she bit her bottom lip and stroked his body. She hadn’t seen him in any state of undress for years now. She dropped to her knees and started to undo his belt buckle, then his zip, and finally she helped him kick off his socks and shoes. He stood in front of her naked and she couldn’t hold back any further. She leaned forward and engulfed his cock in her mouth, opening wide and swallowing hungrily at his shaft, feeding it into her mouth. She moaned blissfully as the lovers moved closer to one another.
Nate fell backwards onto his bed, sitting with his hands around her head, gently soothing and encouraging her as her tongue wrapped around his cock, expertly licking up and down the shaft. She bathed his cock with her mouth and her love, savoring every taste. She moaned and he could feel it travel down his shaft into his soul.
“Greta,” he moaned out. “I’ve wanted this for years,” he said, thinking about how close they had come and how many times.
She didn’t break her stride. She sucked on him, coaxing his cock harder and harder with each throbbing heartbeat in her mouth. Greta’s hands reached forward as she leaned into her task, they rested against his thighs and squeezed, fingers dragging across the fine hair on his legs. She had no thoughts in her head except to touch him, hold him, feel him in her hand. She pulled her head back and grasped at his cock, wrapping her hand around it, feeling her fingers just barely meet and she looked up at him. “Show me how much.”
He spun them both around, picking her up and pushing her back on the bed. He lifted her legs up as they looked at each other, Greta’s eyes wide at Nate’s sudden actions as he slipped into her immediately. Her body welcomed him in, she was slick with anticipation, and he pushed his cock hilt deep into her. She gasped softly and then moved up to meet him. There was no awkward fumbling this time, Nate slid his cock into her as though it were the most natural thing to do, and he started to pump into her, looking down at her naked body as it began to bounce against him. She shifted slightly and put her legs above his shoulders. He responded by bearing down more, she could feel the stretch in her body as he pumped and pistoned and soon her body was awash in pleasure. All thoughts of tomorrow were wiped from her mind as she reached up and grasped at her own small breasts, pinching and pulling and twisting her nipples, stimulating her body anyway she was able. Nate reached down to hold the top of her thighs and pulled her body towards him with every thrust. His hips slapped against her butt as he moved them faster together. They both were racing towards orgasm, years of anticipation built up until they couldn’t have stopped even if the hotel caught fire.