Chapter 1

I sat in Charlie's room waiting for him to bring the drinks. After I had left for California he had been devastated. He called me names and accused me of the most vicious things.

I took them all without uttering a sound.

I left knowing that he would never realize that my heart was broken as well the night I left.

It's been nearly two years since I've seen him. A month ago my mother called begging me to come for a visit. I relented since I couldn't come up with any real excuses. I didn't expect to see him so soon. Kristy had called me last year letting slip that Charlie was seriously involved with Abby. I wasn't surprised. Charlie moves fast to forget when he's hurt.

I had been grocery shopping when I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me. He didn't even try to hide. He just stared at me. I dropped the milk I had been holding. It fell loudly to the ground and burst open. Embarrassed and not knowing what to say I rushed away to find someone to clean the mess. By the time I returned, he was gone.

I didn't expect we would run into each other after that. To be honest I was hurt. But, I couldn't deny the fact that he still looked as handsome as ever. He was a real man now. Perhaps the hurt I had caused had aged him. The thick brown hair that I had loved to caress was still there. His wide mouth that had always been ready for a smile had disappeared. Somehow, he seemed taller. God, how I wish I could feel his arms around me again.

"Here."

I looked up to see Charlie gruffly pushing a glass of wine into my hand. I accepted it and waited until he sat down.

Silence.

I hate silence.

Charlie taps his fingers on his desk, then turns and stares at me. I have no idea what to say to him and stupidly decide to down my wine as fast as I can. I've always had trouble holding my alcohol. This was no exception.

Before I knew it, we were on our fourth glass of wine and I was excitedly describing to him how I had been part of a group to save a beached whale. Even he was feeling the effects of the wine. His face was brighter and he the grim lines around his mouth appeared to have disappeared. I stood up to find my purse when I stumbled. He grabbed me and pulled me towards him. I laughed wildly at my clumsiness. Suddenly I felt his mouth descend on mine. Questions and feelings rushed through my mind but it felt so good and so familiar that I kissed him back. Before I knew it, our clothes were on the ground. My hands gripped his hair as he sucked on my breasts. I groaned. I could feel his hardness against my leg. He kissed me and I pushed him off. Startled he stared at me. I got down on my knees and took his hardness into my mouth. He began to breathe heavily and like we had done before, he began to gently thrust into my mouth. Several minutes later, he was thrusting wildly into me. This was the Charlie I remembered. Animalistic and seeping with masculinity.

I suddenly recalled when we had tried out a threesome with Cokie Mason. I had been questioning my orientation at the time. She came along at just the right time. She had been licking my cunt when Charlie had walked into my apartment. I had told him that I wanted more experience but he had dismissed it as another one of my crazy ideas. He should have known better. Before I knew it, I was going down on Cokie as Charlie fucked me from behind. For several weeks we had fucked each other wildly before Cokie became involved with Grace. Before she departed we had one last threesome and Charlie had fucked both of us into sleep. I miss those days.

Groaning, I woke up. Charlie was gone.