Meeting of former classmates.

For a long time, I hadn't had the chance to spend time with my friends, but an opportunity suddenly arose, and I accepted the invitation. It was a wonderful occasion—one of my friends was getting married. I bought a new dress and shoes, a gift for the newlyweds, and arrived by taxi at the registry office. It was warm outside, as it usually is in June, so my light, flowing pink knee-length dress was quite appropriate. I slowly clicked my heels towards the already gathered guests and began greeting everyone with hugs. We were all engaged in lively conversation, waiting for the arrival of the groom and bride. Another

car pulled up, and some friends fell silent and looked at me as if expecting my reaction.

— You did assume he would come, right? After all, he's our friend too.

He got out of the car—the one I had been afraid of and avoided meeting, but it happened anyway. It was my ex, my love named Zhenya. My heart started beating so fast that my ears rang. My friend Stas was worried about me, but I assured him everything was fine. To my even greater dismay, he wasn't alone; a girl stepped out of the other car door. He took her hand and led her along. I hurried to move away from him, to hide from his sight, but another friend stopped me to ask how I was doing. I tried to distract myself from the unpleasant visit and not show that I was nervous. The main car arrived, and a beautiful couple stepped out. The ceremony began in the wedding hall; I watched Zhenya and his date standing in front of me, and deep down, jealousy was crushing me, but I fought it. After the groom and bride became husband and wife, everyone went outside, showering the bride with flowers and rice.

— What? Olya? Hi," I heard suddenly.

— Hello.

— I didn't notice you. Have you been here from the beginning?

— Yes.

— There are so many people, I didn't see you. How are you?"—and he unexpectedly hugged me, which took me aback.

Suddenly, my boyfriend, who had just arrived, hugged me from behind.

— Sorry, darling, I hurried as fast as I could.

— It's fine.

— Hi. I'm Dima," he extended his hand to Zhenya.

— Evgeniy.

— Hm... Evgeniy. Okay.

— Did you manage to get everything done, Dim?" I broke the awkwardness of the situation.

— Yes, and I stopped by for flowers. I'll go congratulate the newlyweds.

— Oh, Zhenechka, maybe I can get you something?

— No, thank you.

— Darling, what do you think, should I have worn this dress, or would I have looked better in the other one?

— Everything's fine, why are you asking about that now.

— I want to be the best for you. You're so sweet, I could just eat you up.

— Miss me?

— What? No, I'm relaxing. And you?

— How to put it... Could have been better. Is that your boyfriend with you?

— Why?

— Just asking. In case it's nothing serious.

— Is everything serious with yours?

— Not sure.

— I see. That's so you.

— You don't believe people can change?

— At least you're the same.

— It's just that she's not the one.

— I hope you'll meet the right one someday.

— Not anymore.

— Why?

— I'm already too late.

— There's still everything ahead.

— I lost someone like that, and I realized it.

— I hope you're not talking about me?

— What if I am?

— Don't, it really is too late now.

— Yes, you're taken. And I haven't seen you in so long, you've become even more feminine and beautiful. I didn't think our meeting would stir me up so much, and the fact that you have a boyfriend got to me.

— Yes, our meeting got to me too.

— Shall we dance?

— Why not.

We danced slowly, and the gaze of all the guests was fixed on us, which made everyone fall silent. We didn't notice anything around us, looking into each other's eyes spellbound.

— You still affect me in a special way; I can't get enough of you.

— I missed you.

The distance between us began to shrink, our lips drew closer, and suddenly the silence was shattered by Dima's voice.

— I don't understand!

We abruptly pulled away from each other, and I ran out of the restaurant onto the street. I was trembling from the surge of emotions and feelings, and I was also ashamed. After a while, Dima approached me and couldn't find the words.

— Do you realize what you're doing?

— I don't want to make excuses.

— Is he the ex?

— Yes, it's him.

— What's going on between you?

— Nothing. We met for the first time today since the breakup.

— Did old feelings flare up?

— I didn't do anything.

— You would have if I hadn't intervened.

I lowered my head and remained silent. Zhenya's girlfriend ran out onto the street in a rage and started confronting me; I sighed wearily and stepped aside. She didn't like being ignored and grabbed my hair from behind, catching up to me. I didn't expect that; I instantly hit her in the stomach and knocked her to the floor. Zhenya ran out, and he and Dima separated us.

— Calm down, you fool!" Zhenya shouted at her.

— Are you sticking up for this bitch?

A crowd of friends gathered around us and took her back inside. Zhenya apologized to me, but then Dima stepped in.

— Get out of here!

— I'm not talking to you.

— Remember, she's not your girlfriend, and you don't need to talk to her, let alone try to kiss her.

— Or what?

Dima punched Zhenya in the face; he staggered but didn't fall. He wiped the blood under his nose, looked at Dima, shifted his gaze to me, and didn't retaliate in front of me. I looked into Dima's eyes and shook my head, then went after Zhenya. I found him in the bathroom, washing his nose.

— Are you okay?

— Yes, couldn't be better. How are you?

— I'm fine.

— Ah, there you are," one of our friends walked into the bathroom. "Your Dima left; I couldn't stop him.

— I understand. And I think I'll go too. We've made quite a mess here.

— Come on, calm down, what's a wedding without a fight? No one will remember tomorrow.

— No, I'm still going to go.

— Me too," Zhenya joined in.

— What about your girlfriend?

— Forget her. Just don't say anything. We'll leave quietly.

Our friend smiled, nodded understandingly, and helped us slip out unnoticed.

— You didn't have to leave, Zhenya; maybe you should stay.

— In this situation, I have nothing to do there without you. And don't say anything about her.

— But she'll go crazy.

— I don't care.

— I should go.

— Where are you going now? After him?

— No, just home.

— I can walk you home; it'll make me feel calmer.

— Okay.

We walked in silence through the streets until we reached the doorstep of my apartment.

— Well, I'm home. Thank you for walking me.

— Sorry for this mess between us.

— It really is a mess. But don't apologize; we both stirred this pot.

— Until this moment, I was firmly convinced that we shouldn't see each other.

— Me too.

— I knew emotions would flare up. But I didn't think they'd flare up with renewed strength.

— What has changed now?

— Now I'm convinced that I want these meetings.

— Are you sure?

— More than ever.

He came close to me and placed his palm on my face, bringing our lips closer. I was terribly nervous, as if everything was happening for the first time in my life.

— Wait.

— What is it, sweetheart?

— I don't want to treat Dima like this. He's not to blame for anything.

— I understand. Okay.

— Is everything between us real now, Zhenya?

— More than real. It's serious, if that's what you want.

— I'm not sure about anything yet, sorry.

Zhenya sighed and slowly started walking down the stairs, while my thoughts were racing. I took my phone and quickly wrote a message to Dima containing just two words: "Sorry. Goodbye."

— Wait!" I shouted.

He immediately turned back and stood waiting.

— I'd like you to stay.

Zhenya instantly lifted me into his arms and greedily pressed his lips to mine in a kiss.

— Put me down; let's go inside the apartment.

— I won't let you go.

I found the key in my purse and, still in his arms, opened the door. He carried me inside and then set me on my feet.

— God, how I missed you; you have no idea.

— I do, because I missed you terribly too. I kept fighting the urge to text or call.

— Just kiss me and don't let go.

Zhenya grabbed me in his arms so greedily and so masterfully captured my lips in a kiss that I almost couldn't breathe. I had missed his scent and touch insanely; I had needed him so catastrophically that sometimes tears choked me at the memories.

— Baby, undress for me, the way you know how to do it for me.

— Okay. Then sit down.

I knelt at his feet by the bed with my back to him so he could help untie the zigzag weaving of the satin ribbon on my dress. Then I moved away from him, slipping off my shoes, and slowly took off my dress until I was left in pink lingerie and nude-colored stockings. Zhenya, without taking his eyes off the sight, unbuttoned his shirt and fly, beckoning me to him with his finger. I walked to the bed and stood between his legs, and then his hands rested on my waist, completely closing the distance between us. His lips burned everything at the level of his face—my stomach, my hips, my back and butt, my pubic area over my panties.

— Will you continue?" he asked languidly.

I nodded and stepped back a little, turned my back to him, and unclasped my bra, tossing it aside. He took off all his clothes except his underwear and devoured me with his eyes. Without turning around, I cupped my buttocks with my palms and gently stroked them, then leaned forward slightly and slowly slid my panties down to my feet. I felt Zhenya's hands rest on my hips and slide down my legs to my feet, then took my panties from under my feet.

— Turn to me, my girl.

I slowly turned and stood naked before him, while he brought my panties to his face and inhaled their scent, my scent, which made his member in his underwear noticeably come even more to life.

— How I missed your scent, the scent of my girl. It literally intoxicates me. Come to me.

Zhenya pulled me by the hand and pulled me onto him, kissing and embracing me, his hands wandering over my body. I tried to stop him, but he didn't know any brakes.

— Sweetie, you're not giving me a chance to enjoy you. Stop.

— No. You don't understand how much I missed you; I can't get enough.

And he didn't let me out of his hands, covering my body with kisses, and reached my crotch, kissing my pussy. With his hands, he caressed my breasts, massaging my nipples with his fingers. I could only reach his member and massage it with my hand. Oh, his tongue is so familiar, so gentle and hot; he knew all of me by heart and brought me to a crazy climax with his tongue on the outside and his fingers inside in a couple of minutes. I begged him to stop, but he made me writhe in orgasm with a loud moan.

— You are the sweetest and the hottest.

— You haven't forgotten my body.

— It's impossible.

— Now it's my turn. I missed it so much.

Zhenya lay back on the bed, and with all my desire, I instantly pounced on his juicy member and began to caress it gently with my lips and tongue. Remembering this taste and reveling in it, I gradually took it deeper into my mouth. It was so appetizing and delicious that the blowjob became very wet and loud. I sucked him faster, smacking and moaning, and there was so much saliva that it dripped down his shaft onto his balls; I licked it all off and sucked each one. Zhenya's hand stroked my head, tangling his fingers in my hair; his body tensed, a moan of pleasure came from his mouth, his member pulsed in my mouth and began to shoot a large amount of thick fluid. I barely managed to swallow it all but handled every last drop.

— You're a delight. Oh, I adore your mouth. I come so much and so well with you.

"Yes, I noticed. It's very tasty for me; I want more."