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On Saturday I ran into two ex-lovers who were now, interestingly enough, dating each other. I suppose it's not so surprising that they hooked up, as I introduced them to each other a few years ago. It was cute standing there in the aisle of a book store, talking of old times; his arm lazily wrapped around her waist; her head resting on his shoulder; both flashing smiles at my quips.

I invited them to lunch, but my mind wasn't really there. I was thinking about the way she tasted on those damp summer evenings on the deck; about how he felt poised above me, slipped deep inside; about the catches in her breath just before she'd come; about making out with him in the attic of his house, grinding hard cocks together; about the way her tongue did this swirling thing while I was in her mouth that no one else has ever done; about how he sucked on my nipples while I was fucking him; about spooning with her, afterwards, my soft cock nestled against her cold ass; about playing video games with him, afterwards, still naked and occasionally reaching across to play with him.

But. None of that was mentioned over lunch, of course. We talked about careers and school, and I and she had both lost a grandparent in the years since we'd last spoken. Watching them made me very happy. They were in love, I think. Always nice to see old friends in love.

It made me think about how I haven't really spoken to old friends in a while. This will have to change.