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2020
Sitting there stirring her soy-milk latte, brunette-bob cut, and the 'librarian' glasses. A black dress, up to the collarbone - nothing to tease. Beyond the lenses though, her soft green eyes are on me. Moving down a little, the nose piercings, another just above and below her mouth, Those soft lips, natural filler-free, and the corners up-turned into a warm smile. It had been a few years since we'd last caught up at her wedding, but even longer since we'd spent any time alone together.
Thinking back to...
1996
New school, time to get my head back together after five uncomfortable years at the previous. I barely know anyone anymore, I'd moved away some time ago but I'm near where I grew up. Going to take a little while to settle. A few weeks pass, I get along with my study group, and things going okay. None of the aggression I saw in the last school. Sixteen years old, I can handle myself. Made a new friend at the induction, and met some of his friends. The redhead smiles at me often even asked me to help with prizegiving refreshments. The other one looks shy and reserved - she's into the goth stuff and hanging off the arm of an older student. We talk music and movies... not much else I can imagine we have in common.
1998 - my eighteenth
We're at a Chinese restaurant for my birthday. The group of friends I've made plus one of my oldest all together. Always hanging out at cinemas, parks. All relaxed and restrained. The redhead at my side, but somehow I have not reciprocated. The Goth is there too, he's there as well like a limpet. She's in a green-mesh top through which I can see her bra and some cleavage. She's sat across the round table, right opposite. I catch a glance, luckily he doesn't as he's busy boring one of the others alongside. We make our way towards the city centre, stopping for a few more drinks along the way. End up in a club, everyone else getting into it but I feel so shy and reserved now - while she's dancing. We've gotten closer in the last two years, a good solid friendship. She even asks if I'm ever going to ask the redhead out. I hesitate until the matter is taken out of my hands. The redhead is with someone now and I curse my inaction - could have at least set up some double-dates. So socially awkward. Even our plans for a group-getaway fall apart.
Back to the refuge of my bedroom and computers
1999 - The other guy is gone - now maybe me and the redhead. She invites me to a rugby game - then she meets another - like I'm just there to chaperone. I give up on this, it's too hard and agonising. I speak to my goth friend, she sympathises and says I should move on and put it behind me. We all still hang out, a few clubs but I'm a fifth wheel and often make my excuses and trudge home alone.
2004 - I'm at the football with friends. I haven't seen the Goth for a while, and a mutual friend tells me she split with that guy. I try to reach out to say hello but never hear back.
2007 - A couple of awkward relationships - mostly short term as there's always a jealous ex lurking. Met someone and even look at moving to America to be with them - land of opportunity. Great outdoors - scope to explore and discover all those small New England towns I only read about or saw in movies. It's all there. I think back to my friends but it's been a long time since ANY of us hung out.
2012 - I've been in America for 2 years. Things gone to shit on job and home-life front. I'm coming back home, just enough time to spend with my maternal grandparents before the inevitable. Got a new job - doing okay. Wife gets her visa to join me but the fun of our first two years is already diminished. I need to re-form my social life.
2016 - I'm living my life through social media - reconnecting with people. The redhead pops up on there but that's all it is. My 'new' friend who introduced me to the Redhead and The Goth is there - we used to go to football together until we drifted just before I emigrated. Now, The Goth is on my friends list. A few fleeting greetings and jokes. She's been married with kids, currently in hiatus. I'm still married but frustration has set in, never any money or enjoyment of our surroundings. Wife is working and there's a vintage fair nearby, The Goth is going. I turn up and we see each other for first time in near fifteen years. I meet her man, they're getting remarried and we're invited. I have always found her attractive - she's into Rockabilly too now - I can see her dancing in the old dance halls with the American GIs in a flashback-fantasy.
2017 - we're at the wedding. She looks great. Other friend and his wife are there too - I've always known my friend had a crush on The Goth for years but never did anything about it - and out of respect nor have I. She's on some of the same private social-media as myself and I'm learning stuff about her - damning those years we didn't catch up.
2020 - One week ago. I've had a week off, "relaxing" - all you can do while this pandemic goes on. Myself and The Goth, Elizabeth, are reminiscing about things and continuing friendly banter with a side of mild flirtation. Her husband into some new-age, spending his time online and pretty much ignoring her and kids. My wife doing a lot of sleeping when not working - hardly stepping outside even to get fresh groceries - waiting on me to do it all. Me and Elizabeth are casually talking about old friends including The Redhead - I dodged a bullet there as they had kept in touch for a little while. Then she hits me with it, asking how it is WE never got together.
Stunned, perhaps the mild anxiety I've been feeling for the last few years is stirring this up but no... I ask her the next day and she meant the question. We flirt a little more, keeping it light to avoid awkwardness. I admit I had thought about it years ago but it could have affected our friendship. She agrees, but there's still a glimmer as she shares some pictures. One of two suggestive but no actual nudity. It's almost the end of my stay-cation - I suggest we meet for a coffee when the constant madness calms down.
2020 - Present
"How's that coffee working for you?" she asks.
"Good," I smile as the caffeine kicks in. "Yours?"
She nods, still smiling.
We're in a small cafe in some little village just far enough out of our area that nobody recognises us - no chance of gossipers. Her parents looking after the kids today, hubby stuck on his laptop again. Her mother knows we're meeting but doesn't let slip - always liked her.
"Yes," she says anticipating what I'm going to ask. A few old ladies in the opposite corner too busy chatting amongst themselves to eavesdrop."I did mean it when I said it."
I smile as we get up and put our money on the table, taking a walk through the village to work off a few calories and enjoy the idyll. A small churchyard nearby, a bundle of headstones not maintained for some time - almost buried in the long grass. My car is parked nearby as we get in. Before I can turn the key, her hand is on mine and I look to her. Her glasses now hanging from the neckline of her dress. I leave the key in the ignition as my hand reaches across to caress her face. Leaning in together, I kiss her for the first time not as just as a friend but as a true kindred spirit. She moves my hand down over her left breast, they've grown in our time apart - motherhood working its magic. Brushing gently as we continue to kiss, the rainclouds overhead finally breaking. Her arms around me now - the centre console slightly inhibiting us. We break, but it felt so good to finally lose that inhibition.
I drive her home, stopping around the corner should a neighbour see us. Waiting for our next meeting, she sends me another picture later. It will be soon enough.
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