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looking at him. Eve had been waiting. He walked toward the car. The car door opened and a small woman stepped out and threw her arms around him. He returned the embrace. Strangely, he did not feel excited, but calm, very calm. You are a small woman, small enough to fit nicely in my arms, he thought.

 

"How are you?" He asked.

 

"I am fine." Eve said and placed her palm on his cheeks. They were silent for a few moments as if to recollect themselves. Then he said: "Let's go to the room."

 

She gave him a big bag of food and drink to carry and they walked up the stairs. Room 206. Vagabond Inn. With one hand he carried the bag, with the other he held her hand and they walked along the dark corridor. This was the motel where Adam had stayed three years ago while driving through the area on his roadtrip across the continent. That time he had wanted to look for Eve but could not.

 

They had arranged to meet tonight at this motel. Enough of not seeing one another. They had been talking and emailing for five months and tonight was the night they saw each other in the flesh and in the blood. Twenty seven years was a long time for any separation. But at last they met--because they must.

 

As soon as they entered the room and the door was closed, she flew into his arms. She looked intensely at his face and slowly ran her fingers on it the way a blind person feels a face, and she smiled. Adam thought he saw small tears in her eyes: they looked wet. He lifted her head and saw a familiar face, familiar but at the same time very strange. It had been too long. If he had accidentally seen her on the street, he might have had a difficult time recognizing the face even though he would know right away that it was the face of an old lover. Time had done its job on her. Adam found that she was much older. There were faint lines around the mouth and under the eyes, but the features of the face that he remembered her by were still there. It is you, he thought.

 

Then they walked to the bed, lied down next to one another, and Eve rested her head on his shoulders. The light in the room was low, and around them it was silent.

 

"Put your leg over me." Adam said.

 

And she crossed her leg over his body. "I am not used to lie with anyone like this," she said.

 

Eve had taken off her jacket and was now wearing a sleeveless red t-shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled and pressed her body against him. A quiet and gentle happiness slowly took over him. He felt warm, peaceful, very peaceful, and was fully conscious of the feelings. He could not imagine a day he would be able to hold Eve in his arms like this--a lover that he thought he had lost forever. It was beyond his wildest dream. He was hugging Eve for the first time, the girl/woman he had been missing and whose image had been following him all these years. The memories of love. They lied in silence. Then he touched his lips her on her hairs on her face and on her mouth. And they kissed. The kisses were short smacks of the lips touching that made quick, snappy, and happy sounds.

 

"Do you want me like I was 27 years ago or do you want me as I am now?" She said.

 

"I want you to be as naive and sweet as when I first met you."

 

"But I am no longer."

 

"That's very unfortunate."

 

"I will take off my clothes now. Do you want to make love to me?"

 

"Yes."

 

Eve took off her clothes. Adam took off his clothes. She had said she would do this with him when they met. He turned off the light. Now the only light that illuminated the room was the light from the hallway that sneaked in through a small parting in the window curtains. In the dim light, he saw a naked, small, and compact body. He was overwhelmed by confusion as if he wasn't sure this was really happening: he and Eve naked in bed and making love. Her body was proportionate. Her breasts were small and her stomach was flat; and in the faint light, her skin looked yellowish ivory. Then under the cover of the blanket, he started to run his lips and tongue on her body starting on the forehead. It was Eve's body, presented to him willingly and respectfully as if on a silver plate. He kissed her breasts which seemed to be soft and sagging, and munched on her nipples. She had big nipples. He felt extremely good to suck his lover's breasts like that, like a baby feeding on his mother's milk. His penis hardened. He then went gently down her stomach and then her pelvic area and he found her vagina and as he placed his mouth on it he found that it was moist with love juice and it smelled nice and fresh. His lips and tongue worked tenderly and lovingly on her vagina. Holy sex. Love-full sex. Eve looked down at him with dreamy half-closed eyes while he was licking her and she started to moan and her butts and legs started to quiver. Then she whispered, "Enter me." And he raised himself up, parted her legs, and inserted his hardened penis into her throbbing vagina. But he was disappointed to find that her vigina was wide and loose. It did not grab his penis tightly. He felt as if he was inside a room. But no matter, he thought, it is your pussy and I am having sexual intercourse with you and I am in ecstasy. He had never dreamed of such an occasion, Adam, having sex with Eve, the girl/woman he had been loving and longing to see for 27 years. Twenty seven fucking-less long years. But tonight he was actually making love to her, the love of his life. Adam could not describe the happiness he was feeling while sliding his penis in and out of Eve's vagina. I am making love to you, and it is real, not fantasy, he thought. She closed her eyes and moaned and groaned and he thought he heard her whisper "Fuck me, fuck me." If that was what she was really whispering, he was somewhat surprised, because it sounded so X-rated, so unlike the innocent and perhaps saintly Eve that he had imagined her to be. He was also a little shocked to hear her moan and groan like a professional, like a porn actress in a porn video. He also wasn't sure if she was having real orgasms or she was only faking it. Most likely, she was faking. Perhaps that was what she thought she was supposed to do when having sex, to make the man feel confident--the thought flashed through his mind. Then amid the "ooh," "aah," and "uuh," Eve said, "Come, come with me," urging him to reach orgasm with her. He guessed this might be the way she acted while having sex with her husband or whoever, and now she was doing that with him too. But in these moments, it didn't matter a bit. Adam continued to pound on Eve and his breaths were getting faster and faster. Then she told him to lie down and she got on top of him. And while she was going up and down on him, he grabbed and squeezed her sagging breasts. After a while, they returned to the missionary position. He fucked her real hard, but was having a difficult time ejaculating. And he felt exhausted. He did not know what was the matter with him, but he could not ejaculate, no matter how hard and fast he pumped and how good he felt. But it did not matter to him. After all, the more important thing was he was making love with Eve, he was having his penis inside her, he was having a physical union with her--and that, for him, was the ultimate reward because never in his life he had imagined he could do such a thing with Eve. But still, he could not come. At last, he gave up, out of utter exhaustion. He told her perhaps it was because he was tired from the flight. And she said ok. But he knew she was disappointed that he didn't come.

 

Then they lied down and embraced one another. He was embracing the girl/woman he loved, not anyone, but Eve, his first, only, and probably last, lover, one that he thought he had lost forever. But tonight, in this motel room, in this town, they had found one another at last, the longing of the last 27 years were fulfilled. Eve had said that she wished to see Adam once again in this life, then she would be happy to die. He had the same wish, because they loved each other, still loved each other despite the long separation, a separation that had seemed endless. He regretted that they had not found each other sooner, because if they had, their life would have been different, they would have been the two happiest lovers on earth, they would have been the happiest husband and wife. But fate was cruel, as Eve said, it separated them and kept them apart and never reunited them as husband and wife. But tonight, and tomorrow, at least, they would be husband and wife, even if it was for only one day, even if it was only make-believe.

 

They lied, hugging each other and once in a while they kissed. Again, those snappy and happy sounds of the lips touching and smacking. They did not talk much. There was no need to talk because what they wanted to tell each other they had done so for the last five months through the emails and the phone. Then he looked at the clock and it was 10 pm and he told Eve to get ready to go home because people might be wondering where she was.

 

"Did you tell anyone where you were going?" Adam asked.

 

"I told my mother I was going to a party at a friend's."

 

"What about your husband?"

 

"He doesn't know."

 

"You should go now. I don't want you to get into any trouble with him."

 

"I have to take a shower before I go," Eve said; and like a squirrel, she sprang out of the bed, and walked quickly into the bathroom. He looked at her. Her ass was big, just as he had remembered. He smoked a cigarette, then joined her in the shower. He stood behind her and put his arms around her while the warm water showered down on them. She turned around, hugged him, and they kissed. He knelt down and kissed her vagina again, then he caressed her butts and kissed them too. Then they stepped out of the shower and she dried his hairs for him.

 

It was now 10:30. Eve put her clothes on then went sit on his laps and looked into his eyes and smiled. He hugged her and rested his head on her shoulders, and they kissed again and again and again. Suddenly her cell phone rang--it was her husband. Eve answered. She said she was at a friend's house and would be home in fifteen minutes. Then she snapped the phone shut and returned to his lap. They sat hugging each other, and around it was silent.

 

"Go." Adam said when he saw the clock go past eleven.

 

"Let me take my time."

 

"Don't be home too late."

 

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

 

"Yeah. And I did that once." Adam said and smiled as he remembered that ancient morning in Da Nang: he had asked her to go away and leave him alone.

 

"You did?

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