The Reunion…

I posted a version of this last year on a different blog.  I’ve toned it down a little for here, but it’s still going to be sexy.  So, if that’s a problem for you, just cover your eyes while you read.  😉 Hopefully the start of another short story/longer story, whatever it turns out to be, I guess…

“Jen called me earlier this morning,” I say to my sweet, sexy hubby. “I told her about my anniversary surprise for you at the hotel and she’s thinking of doing something similar, only with a perfect stranger.  She says she might even pose as a hooker.  I shouldn’t have told her.  I’ve created a monster.”  Hubby, who happens to be a police detective, is just pouring coffee, pajama pants riding low on his hips and no shirt.  I have an almost overwhelming desire to lick his back, right between his shoulder blades.  But just as I’m about to pounce, he turns to me, coffee in hand and I’ve lost my chance unless I want hot coffee accidentally splashed on my boobies.  And I don’t, I really don’t…
“Baby, please don’t tell me stuff like that,” he winces.  “Now I’ll have to think about arresting your best friend for solicitation or something.”  I see the humor in those slate blue eyes but something deep down tells me he’s not really kidding.  Mr. True Blue would do it if he had to, and that’s why I really, really love him.  Or maybe it’s his perfectly gorgeous butt and that chest and the way he wraps himself around me before, during and after we make love.  Or how when it’s just sex cause we’re tired or one of us is annoyed about something  (okay, maybe it’s me) and he slowly opens my nightgown and pays homage to my breasts, first circling gently with his finger and then teasingly pinching and pulling and sucking until I’m begging and then just pushes into me and, ah, it’s like yes, that’s what we need to get back to normal.  Mmmm —
But I digress.  My best friend, Jen, who got divorced a few years ago, has decided when she goes home for her 20th high school reunion she’ll pick up a guy she barely knows and spend the night with him.  Well, okay, yes, maybe we did that back when we were in college but now it seems, I don’t know, horribly scary, maybe?!  There’s all these diseases out there, not to mention the fact that he just might be a psycho slasher/serial killer or even just a nasty businessman cheating on his wife.  I mean, just because he doesn’t have a wedding ring on…
I decide to call Jen back and ask her to meet me for lunch today.  The kiddos are in school and we can spend her lunch hour talking about why it’s not a good idea for her to do something crazy like this.  I call her and we agree to meet at this new little French bistro-type place that opened up recently by her office.  I know we’re going to order salads anyway, so no sense going somewhere like Cheesecake Factory and being tempted, right?