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against hers in the faint trace of reflected headlights that works its way through the car’s fogged-up windows.
     
    As I pulled into the parking lot, I had to sit for a moment to let my erection subside. These dreams that plagued me had my heart racing, my face flushed as I opened the window to feel the cool night beyond.
    The dreams were always different in some small way. But what was consistent, what was the same each and every time, was the feeling of how hungry I was for Mareta. How much I wanted this woman, always so close in memory, so far away.
     
    I slipped into the main foyer of the rec center, a surprisingly plush lounge and auditorium dance floor turned over to the Class of 1991 that night. I nodded back in response to a few friendly faces, though I didn’t recognize anyone. Further down, toward the main doors, three long tables were set up where people were congregating, shaking off the years as they introduced themselves.
    My parents had moved to Florida while I was in my sophomore year at college. Then when I was recruited for work two states farther away after finishing my masters, I lost my last excuse to maintain any connection to the life I’d had in high school. Truth be told, I hadn’t even thought about who else might be at the reunion tonight. Friends I hadn’t seen in ten years that I should have been thinking about, but there was only one face, one person in my mind.
     
    I saw her then.
     
    In the dreams, what never changed is how much she wanted me back, like I always knew she would.
     
    Tonight, Mareta. Now.

 
    Part Three
     
    Like it might have been a scene from a movie, cutting past all the preamble and setup, she was there. Watching me from the side of the crowd like she’d been waiting for my arrival. Walking toward me now, glancing casually around her as if to not make it too obvious what her goal was.
    She wore a dress of red silk cut above the knee, into which her firm body had been perfectly packed. She clutched a matching purse in one hand, black flats on her feet, her shadowed skin fairly glowing. Hoop earrings and a necklace of white gold shone in the light, no makeup on her face except a touch of eye shadow, like always. Her hair showed chestnut highlights where it flowed in its familiar waves. Her breasts rose firm and high, nipples peeking out through silk and the faint imprint of lace beneath.
    In a heartbeat, in a single rush of breath, the ten years that had passed were gone. The eighteen-year-old I had fallen in love with, and who I had lusted after throughout those ten long years stepped up to me with a smile.
    “ Mareta,” I said. “It’s so good to see you.”
    She laughed, her gaze flicking down and up to take me in. “Jason. It’s been a long time.”
    My head was a sudden rush of thoughts and emotions. I couldn’t take my eyes from her, trying hard to focus on her face and refrain from staring at the smooth lines of her body where she pressed closer to me. She glanced around again, her eyes coming to rest on a closed door at the opposite end of the foyer, away from the crowd.
    “ Come on,” she said. “I wanted to talk to you. Here, where it’s quieter.”
    I could barely nod as I followed. I was beside her, my gaze running up her bare legs to where her dress cloaked her ass, its perfect globes an echo of her perfect tits. This was the body etched into my mind over three thousand mornings of waking with my cock in my hand, stroking myself to hardness as Mareta filled my memory and I filled that memory in turn.
    I felt her hand slip into mine as we reached the door. My mouth was dry. I felt every dream, every fantasy suddenly surrounding me, pressing in so that I was having trouble catching my breath. I could barely read the sign on the door saying “Pool Access — Staff Only.” Then the door was open and closed behind us, and we were alone.
    She pulled me to her before we could make it another step along the shadowed, silent corridor we found