Reunion

4. Longer Ago: Foundations of a Feeling

Neither of them knew they’d be meeting, but Kate and Elliot both knew something good would happen to them the day they met.

Elliot first thought his good thing was when a girl he had a crush both revealed to him she wanted him too and then grabbed him and lead him into a bathroom, then pulled his penis out.

Not that he knew it, but right after he finished ejaculating into the girl’s mouth the actual good thing was about to happen.

She wiped some of his cum from her chin into her mouth, then pushed the part of his load she hadn’t accidentally swallowed up with her tongue so he could see it, moaning sort of an “Aren’t you proud of me?” when he grinned, then she swallowed it down hard. “You sure come a lot,” she said.

“Are you complaining?”

“Can you see the stain on my crotch?” she asked.

“...Sorry, I should’ve let you pee first.”

She laughed, saying “Shut up!” and pushing him playfully. “No, you made me come. I liked that.”

“How’d you come from that?”

“I don’t really know,” she said, and judging by the tone of her voice she felt dumb for not knowing.

“...Oh.”

A voice came from the entrance of women’s bathroom (or sounded like it did) and said “Jill?”

Jill was Elliot’s crush, a the girl with semen on her breath on her knees in front of him, with her top pulled down and her breasts pulled out of her bra. This was an eighth-grade trip to a water park/beach.

Jill’s face turned red and Elliot fought off a laugh, his penis softening. “Kate?” Jill said.

“Who’s in there with you?” Kate asked. It sounded like a Seinfeld reference.

“Elliot. Have you met him before?”

“I don’t think so,” Kate said.

“Hang on,” Jill said. She noticed Elliot starting to put himself away and stopped him. She pulled her breasts back into her bra – they were damn nice, but Elliot wished they were bigger at B-cups. His last girlfriend’d had large C-cup breasts, though Jill’s nipples were much more to his liking and she had perfect areolas. Anyway, as Elliot thought, once Jill’s breasts were away in her bra she pulled her tank top up from around her waist. Then she surprised Elliot with a surprisingly soft kiss to the head of his penis, then put him away and closed his fly.

Jill came out of the stall first.

Elliot had seen Kate before, though they’d never spoken, and he was taken aback by how much more beautiful she was up-close than from a distance. She had a slightly aquiline, streamlined athletic face but looked more like an author than a basketball player.

“Hi, Elliot,” she said, sounding like she enjoyed it too much to really.

“Hi,” he said.

“What were you two doing?”

“Well it wasn’t oral sex!” he said, hardly able to not look down and marvel at Kate’s body. She wasn’t the kind of girl with big breasts to allow herself cleavage, but because of how prominent her breasts were they were noticeable even under the soft blue long-sleeved t-shirt she was wearing. Kate laughed, which Elliot hadn’t expected. She had eyes the exact same color as her shirt, and there was an odd glint to them Elliot found immensely attracrive.

“I was gonna get something to drink. Wanna come?” Kate asked Jill. Just after Elliot noticed where she was going with it, Kate looked to him and added “...Again?”

“Oh, there’s no gettin’ anything past you,” Elliot said, mimicking the giddy way she’d spoken earlier and exaggerating it.

“Nope,” Kate said, with a laugh. Evidently, Elliot thought, she found my wavelength, whichever the hell one it is.

On the way to the drink stand, Jill and Kate walked on his left, and he heard Jill asking Kate if she liked Elliot. Kate leaned forward and caught Elliot’s eye – which before then had been looking forward – and said “Yeah, but I already have a boyfriend. Wanna friend, Elliot?”

“Sure, Kate,” Elliot said, then gave her a thumbs-up that made her giggle while she returned one.

“You guys have, like, the exact same sense of humor,” Jill said, “and you’d make a really cute couple, even though Elliot’s my man. Elliot, when she gets tired of Will, you hafta ask her out. Okay?”

“Okay,” he said, wondering if either girl’d said anything they’d meant that day. He didn’t sound enthusiastic, but they knew him well enough to know he meant what he said.

“Promise?”

“Oh sure.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” Kate said. Then she added a faux-condescending “Elliot.” She and Jill laughed afterward.