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It is a spring evening in 2000. *I am twenty-two*years old.We sit across from one another in a restaurant booth.* Meg?s black hair comes just past her chin.* It?s the shortest it?s been since high school.* She?s wearing a white salwar kameez with a green pattern.* Her style is always evolving.** In high school, she was thrift shop chic.* In college she became preppy.* She used to hate traditional clothing.It?s the first time we?ve been face-to-face in years.I am leaving in a few weeks.* After graduation, I?m moving across the country to start my career.?I don?t want you to go,? she says.* ?I made a horrible mistake and I?m just realizing it.? *She smiles nervously.* She takes my hand in hers.* She?s warm and friendly. *My heart flutters.* I am a ship emerging from the fog.* It?s everything I?ve wanted.* It?s everything I?ve hoped would happen.?Say,? she says.* ?Or take me with you.* I know we belong together.?It?s şişli escort a fall evening in 1996.I am nineteen*years old.We are walking across campus.* Meg?s black hair comes to her shoulders.* It was barely below her ears when we started dating.* She?s wearing a navy corduroy skirt and a white sleeveless sweater over a dark blue bra.It?s been two months since we last touched.* She?d ended things over the phone after two years together.* She had met a guy while volunteering at the Olympics.It?s the first football game.* A group of her friends walk ahead of us.* They all go to a women?s college across town.* I got them tickets so they can meet guys.* Meg had called out of the blue to ask for the favor.She pulls me into an alley between buildings.* Her friends don?t notice.* She presses her back to the brick wall and beckons with her finger.* We kiss.?I miss you,? she said.?Does that mean you?re staying mecidiyeköy escort over?? *?Let?s see how the night goes.* But it seems likely.?Hours later we are in my room.* My roommate is snoring in his bed.* Her friend is asleep in mine.* Meg?s clothes are folded neatly on a dresser.* She?s wearing one of my shirts.* It barely covers her dark blue panties.We can?t stop kissing.* My hands explore her body.* She?s the only person I?ve ever fucked.* I was second for her. *We know how to please one another.* We?ve done it so many times.* She rubs my cock quietly.* We don?t want the others to wake up.?I want to be inside you,? I beg.?We can?t.? *I caress her bare thigh. Her silky panties are damp.* I push them aside and find her clit.* She bites my lip to stop herself from crying out. *We tease and touch one another.* I circle her clit playfully.* She squeezes her thighs.* I know she won?t last long. *She buries her face in my shoulder and bites down.* She whimpers loudly.* Her body is trembling.?Do you have a condom?? she asks.I tell her I don?t.?Just be careful.* And be quiet.?We fuck on the sofa with two people sleeping beside us.* We?re not quiet or careful, but they?ve both been drinking and don?t seem to wake.* I?m too excited to pull out. It has been too long.* I?m out of practiceFor the first time, I cum inside her. She cums right after me. Her body shakes.?Did you??? she asks.I nod.* There?s nothing to be done about it.* We hold each other until I slip out of her.* We fall asleep.* We never talk about the summer breakup.* We just pretend it never happened. *It?s a spring evening in 1998.I am twenty*years old. *We?re in her dorm room.* Meg?s black hair comes to the middle of her back.* She?s wearing a white, short-sleeved sweater dress that stops well before her knees.It?s been seven months since I last saw her.* We spent Valentine?s weekend in a hotel in the mountains.* The next week we argued over the phone.* She broke up with me for the second time.