Fate

What’s meant to be will always find a way Trisha Yearwood

Jess Dunphy black topI was attracted to her from the first moment I saw her but she was dating my friend, Martin.  I was dating too.  But our respective relationships didn’t prevent us from subtle flirting and exchanging glances.  There were times when we went on double dates and I would find myself wanting to be alone with her.  Yesterday when we went to dinner at a restaurant, she excused herself and left the table.

A couple of minutes later, I got up too and went in search of her.  She was standing outside of the men’s washroom.  The way she looked at me, I knew what she wanted.  I wanted it too.  I went in first to make sure that the coast was clear and then she sneaked in quickly.  We went into one of the stalls and had an explosive quickie.  It was the first time in my life I had ever done something like that.  I left the washroom, feeling guilty because of Martin but it left me wanting more.  As we were all walking to the parking lot, I managed to fall into step beside her and slip her my cell number.  She called me the next day and we arranged to meet for drinks after work.

I got there first and found a table by the window.  She arrived a couple minutes after.  Before sitting down, she leaned over and brushed her lips against my cheek.  My skin tingled and my pulse was racing.

“Have you and Martin ever…”

“Had sex in a public washroom?  No.”

“So, is it serious between you and him?”

She shrugged.  “Maybe.  What about you and Lynda?”

“I like her but…”

“But what?”

“She doesn’t excite me.”

“Really?”

You excite me, Denelle.”

She smiled at me while she traced the rim of the glass with her long, manicured and painted index finger.  “You were like a tiger last night,” she teased.

“When can I see you again?”

“You’re seeing me right now.”

“I know but it’s not enough.  I know this sounds crazy but I want to see you everyday.”

“We can’t see each other everyday.”

I sighed.  I realized that I was being ridiculous but I wanted to spend every waking moment with her. “I want to see you as often as possible.”

“Maybe two or three times a week.”

“Three times a week.” Four or five times would have suited me better but three times would have to suffice.

“Okay.”

“Let’s get out of here and go to my place.  It’s closer.”

“All right.”  She finished her drink.

I quickly paid the bill and then escorted her to my car.  Twenty minutes later, we were inside my flat.  As soon as I closed the door, I dragged off my jacket and tossed it on the floor.  My shirt followed.  I removed her coat and sweater.   Then, I pulled her against me and hungrily devoured her mouth.  I wanted her so badly.  She was all I could think about.  As I kissed her, I didn’t think about Martin and how this was going to hurt him.  Desire consumed me, making me reckless.

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me back.  As we exchanged kisses, my eager hands ran over her bare back to find the clasp on her bra.  I unhooked it and it fell at our feet.  The feel of her bare skin against mine really got me going.  I scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom.  I stopped kissing her long enough to strip both of us and then I pushed her down on the bed.  We made love right there on top of the comforter.

Afterwards, we took a quick shower and then clad in identical robes, we had dinner while we watched a movie.  A couple of hours later, I took her home and we arranged to see each other on Sunday.

4293492401_30d68f8234_bSunday came and I took her for dinner at a swanky restaurant in Soho before we went back to her place.  We headed straight for her bedroom and while she lay on her stomach on top of the covers, wearing nothing but a smile, I got undressed.  We spent the rest of the night in bed.  I went home in the morning after showering and having breakfast.  We saw each other regularly after that even while we were still dating Lynda and Martin respectively.

Then, it got to the point where I couldn’t continue seeing Lynda.  So this morning, I called her and asked her to meet me in Central Park this afternoon.  And there in a secluded wooden area of the park I broke up with her.  She was understandably upset and after giving me a piece of her mind, she marched off.  After she left, I sat down on the bench and I texted Denelle.  The text said, Just broke up with Lynda.

A couple of minutes later, I got a reply.  Broke up with Martin this morning.

How did he take it?

Really badly.

Not surprised.  Lynda took it badly too.

I feel badly for them.

Me too.

But you can’t fight fate.

I smiled and texted back.  Now can we see each other everyday?

Yes.

What about later?

Yes.  My place.

I put my cell back in my jeans pocket and jumped to my feet.  I took a stroll around the park, pausing at the Bethesda Fountain before heading home.  I was looking forward to spending not just everyday with Denelle but the rest of my life.

Fate will find a way – Virgil

Sources:  Thought Catalog; Brainy Quotes;

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