I should go

I left for Sarah's apartment at 5:00, Lara was somewhat apprehensive about me actually going through with this but just kissed me and said, "Have a good time."

I wore a black suit with a white shirt with no tie. I wasn't sure exactly what Sarah had planned so I went with something I could wear anywhere.

I made it to Sarah's at 5:25 and took a preparatory breath, I was actually going through with this, I was actually going to cheat on my girlfriend. My kind, sweet, loving, and caring girlfriend. I was about to betray her.

I justified it to myself that she had asked me to, but I couldn't be sure this is really what she wanted, to be honest it didn't really matter. I wanted it. I wanted to cheat on her. I wanted to fuck my ex.

So I knocked on the door.

I heard the soft pad of feet running to the door and before I knew it in front of me was Sarah.

Sarah was as beautiful as I remembered, long blonde hair, full figure, and delicate features. Lara had told me once how she was actually jealous of Sarah. I had to admit I could understand why, Lara was beautiful, but Sarah was sex on legs.

Sarah was a collegiate gymnast so she had a lithe muscular physique. Her breasts were larger than Lara's and I always loved playing with them. She had a firm ass that was perfect for grabbing and squeezing.

She was wearing a short black dress with no shoes.

She flashed me a smile before saying, "5:28, someones eager."

"What can I say," I said, "It's been a long time."

She looked at me a second longer before she jumped at me throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me. I was kissing her back immediately. In moments I picked her up by that firm ass I was just talking about and she wrapped her legs around me. It was amazing how well our bodies fit together even after all this time.

I had her on her couch in seconds and we continued to kiss and bite and grab at each other. She placed her hand on my chest and pushed slightly and with one final kiss we separated.

"It really has been a long time Lover," she spoke in the most seductive of tone, "We have a dinner reservation for 7:00." She was panting, I loved the way she panted.

"Where," I was panting just as much.

"Just down the street," she said, "it's a nice Italian place."

"How far," I asked.

"10 minute drive," she answered.

I looked over at the clock, 5:33.

"So what did you want to do to occupy the time until then," I asked.

She bit her lip and placed her hand on my chest again, "I'm sure we'll think of something."