A Divorced Story

“I didn’t think I’d find you here, handsome…” A woman’s voice suddenly said, one that I was too familiar with as I took in my shot of whiskey.

My eyes widen when I realize who it is. My heart skips a beat. Is this really her?

“Honestly, I didn’t know if I would see you again,” I say, staring at her for a moment and taking in her beautiful features.

Her dark hair falls down past her shoulders, giving me an even better view of her neck, which I have been wanting to kiss so badly ever since I first laid eyes on her. Her black dress shows off her cleavage, the color contrasting her milky white skin perfectly. Her lips are the perfect shade of pink. They’ve been driving me mad ever since we first met back in college. She takes the seat next to me, and the waitress comes over to ask what she wants. When she turns around to face me, all I can do is stare. The feeling of her sitting next to me sends a thrill down my spine.

“It’s been a while, Feelip… What brought you here in a shack like this?” She asked, that same squeaky yet sensual voice of hers coming from her lips, the same sound I used to hear back in college.

“I could ask you the same, Saerom. ” I responded, finally addressing her by her name for the first time in a long while.

“I’m sure you already heard the gossip by now…” She responded, probably referring to her recent divorce.

“Well, that makes two of us,” I tell her, referring to my own divorce with Mijoo. She laughs.

“You look so much different now than you did then.” I give her a small smile.

“Oh yeah? How so?” she asks.

“Well, for one thing, you’ve gained some weight. You weren’t this curvy before, and I don’t remember your breasts being this big either.” She lets out a giggle.

“Yeah, I guess I have.” She says, letting her head fall to the side, almost as if she’s embarrassed about it.

I decided to change the subject, since I don’t want to embarrass her any further.

"I can’t believe you’re here,” I say to her.

“Me neither. This is the last place I thought I’d be tonight.” She tells me.

“So why are you here?” I ask.

“Because I needed a drink,” she tells me.

“And after I saw you, I figured, why not.” She tells me, smiling seductively.

I chuckle. “You just had to come sit next to me, didn’t you?” I ask her.

“What? I couldn’t resist. After all, we have history together.” We both laugh.

“Yes we do.” I replied.

“So how have you been doing?” she asks.

“Well, I’ve done a few things since you left. Got a new position in the bank, then got divorced with Mijoo.” I told her.

“What about you?” I asked.

“Well, I got married to a guy named Raph, but we just got divorced recently.” She tells me.

“That’s too bad. I was on good terms with him.” I told her.

“Yeah.” She replies.

"So, how do you feel about seeing me?” I ask.

“How do you think I feel?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Nervous maybe?” I told her.

“Well, I certainly am,” she admits.

We sat there quietly for a couple of minutes, just looking at each other, saying nothing to each other, but enjoying the silence between us.

But then, a song with a familiar tune started playing. At the moment I heard the first beat, I knew Saerom was going to react knowing that this was her favorite track.

“You know that I love this song so much, right?” She asked.

“Yes. Yes, I do…” I responded.

She smiled, showing her pearly white teeth.

“Then I guess you know what that means,” she says.

I was never the kind of guy to groove it on the dance floor. I always preferred drinks at the bar rather than surround myself with drunken folks. But for Lee Saerom, I was willing to make an exception.

“Let’s go, then…” I uttered.

She took my hand, and led me to the middle of the dance floor, where there was hardly anyone dancing. Then the DJ played the best slow-tempo songs from the 80s. And boy did Saerom look hot when she danced.

As the DJ played the music, the lights flashed on and off, creating an amazing vibe. The lights flashed on and off, creating an amazing vibe. The music played in the background. Saerom moved sensually. She lays her back towards me. Her hips swayed in motion making her plump ass brush against my groin. And slowly, I was getting hard.

“Ah…” I heard her moan sensually when my hands started caressing her. Boldly, my palm traced her curves and a fire filled with burning desire was slowly consuming us.

“Take us out of here… I want you…” Saerom whispered, her tone sounding that of one in need.

“Say no more…” I responded. And with that, I held Saerom’s hand and take her to the nearest bathroom.

Once inside, I locked the door behind us and immediately kissed her. It wasn’t your typical kiss. No. There were way too many years of passion waiting to explode. As soon as our lips touched, sparks flew around us. It was like two souls were reuniting after so many years of being apart. We lost track of time, but finally, I was able to hold her body against mine. Our tongues twirled and teased each other.

Her body melted into mine as our passion ignited. My hands roamed up and down her body, until they reached her beautiful breasts. Then I ran my fingers over her nipples. They were so firm and tight.

“I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted you for so long…” I uttered.

“Wh-Why didn’t you say sooner? I could’ve had you back then…” She responded.

Our paths may have dwindled, but Lee Saerom always had a place in my heart. I’ve secretly harbored feelings for her for as long as I could remember. I thought about confessing to her in college, but that guy Raff, her now ex-husband, beat me to it at the very last minute.

So, when I saw her again tonight, I couldn’t let another opportunity slip away. And now, I would get the chance to show her exactly how I felt.