An old school friend

Freddie barely noticed the door as he walked out of the café. The bell chimed behind him, but the sound felt distant, muffled by the noise in his own head. His thoughts looped over themselves, faster and faster, each one circling the same idea.

One sentence. That was all it took.

He wasn’t watching where he was going.

The collision was soft but sudden, a light body bumping into his chest, a small gasp, hands briefly grabbing his arms for balance. The contact snapped him back into the present.

“Sorry, I...” Freddie looked down. A small blonde with sky-blue eyes wide with surprise as they looked up at him. Recognition hit a second later.

“Georgia?” Freddie asked, shock slipping into his voice before he could stop it.

“Freddie?” she replied, blinking, then breaking into a surprised smile. “Wow. I haven’t seen you since college. You haven’t changed much, have you?”

Georgia was still stunningly beautiful, the same dancer’s body he remembered from college. Toned, poised, every movement naturally graceful. For a second he wasn’t standing on a street outside a café anymore. He was back in those rehearsal halls, leaning in the doorway pretending to be there for someone else while he watched her move.

He remembered the leotards. The way they showed every line of her body, how it hugged her tight 34 C 24 34 body, or became slightly transparent when she stretched, how her perky breasts giggled when she spun or jumped.

He remembered wanting her. Constantly. Wanting and never getting anywhere close. Until now.

The thought slid into his mind so smoothly it barely felt like a decision, now was my chance.

His pulse began to pound, heavy and fast, the sound filling his ears.

He looked down at her, at those wide blue eyes, at the way she was already smiling at him, happy to see him.

One sentence, he thought again.

His mouth felt dry, but he spoke anyway, forcing confidence into his voice. “Remember how you always wanted me at college?” Freddie said. “How hot and heavy we used to get. How I was the best you ever had.”

For a split second, Georgia’s expression didn’t change.

Then it did. Confusion flickered briefly, almost invisible, like a light switching on behind her eyes.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if about to say something, then she paused, her brow softened.

The confusion melted away, replaced by something warmer. Something heavier.

New memories settled into place behind her eyes as easily as if they’d always been there. Her breathing changed first, then the way she looked at him, not surprised anymore, not nostalgic. Hungry.

“You were,” she said quietly. “I’ve never had anyone as good since.” She stepped a little closer without realising she’d done it. “God… what I wouldn’t give for more. Please, Freddie… would you do me again? For old times’ sake?”

Freddie’s heart was hammering so hard it almost hurt.

It worked.

It worked on her too.

Amber made a small sound beside him, the first sign she was about to speak, about to question what was happening, about to interrupt.

Freddie didn’t even look at her when he spoke again.

“Amber,” he said calmly, “you love it when I sleep with other women. It turns you on.”

Amber’s protest died before it fully formed. The tension left her shoulders, replaced by something softer, heavier. She stepped closer to him, her hand sliding onto his arm.

“Please, Freddie,” she whispered into his ear, her voice low and warm. “Please… be with her. Then tell me about it tonight. I need to hear about it while you’re with me, tell me how you fucked her while you fuck me”

Freddie stood there between them, pulse racing, the world suddenly feeling very different than it had an hour ago.

No more guessing.

No more hoping.

He didn’t have to be the guy who watched from doorways anymore.

Now. All he had to do was speak.