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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: A steamy reunion between high school sweethearts, a woman with a mysterious admirer and a misdialed phone number. What do all these stories have in common? Not much really, except elements of hot romance and sizzling sex. In the first story, Reunited, Andrea takes a trip to visit her parents and discovers her old high school sweetheart waiting for her. Can they rekindle their lost love? In the second story, Secret Admirer, Casey is receiving text messages from a mysterious stranger. Is it her ex-boyfriend playing tricks on her, or the man of her dreams? In the third story, Sorry, Wrong Number, Colleen receives a phone call from a man who dialed the wrong number. Dennis is intrigued by the simple sound of her voice. Can that misdialed phone number eventually lead to love?
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: May 2009

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [101 KB]
Words: 21141
Reading time: 60-84 min.

"Hi, sweetie," the voice on the other end said.

"Oh. Hi Mom. How's it going?"

"Not bad. Your dad's got a cold and he's making me more miserable than he is." She let out a quiet chuckle. "Are you still planning to come up here this weekend?"

"Yeah. I'm probably leaving sometime tomorrow. Do you need me to bring anything?"

"Nope, just yourself. I have a surprise for you when you get here."

"Mom, don't tell me you tried to set me up with your neighbor's son again--"

"No. I promised I wouldn't interfere in your love life again. Trust me, you'll like this surprise."

"Okay, Mom. I gotta go, I'm meeting some of the girls from work." I heard my call waiting beep on my cell phone.

"Well, have fun sweetie. See you tomorrow. Love you."

"Love you, too, mom. And love to dad. Bye." I pressed the send button on my phone to answer the other call.

"Hello?"

"Where ya at, girl?" Amy asked.

"Just leaving now, my mom called and you know how that goes."

"Yeah, I know. Okay, see ya when ya get here."

"Bye."

I wasn't really too fond of bars, they were dark, noisy and smoky, but since Amy said she wouldn't take no for an answer, I had no choice. Despite my protests, she'd come to my house and drag me out. I walked in and it was pretty crowded for a Thursday night. I looked around for Amy and saw her over in a corner booth sitting with Debbie and Kim. There were two other women sitting with her who I didn't recognize. She waved me over.

"Andie, I'm so glad you made it!" Amy smiled and gave me a hug.

The other girls greeted me and said it was good to see me getting out with them. I took off my coat and hung it over the back of the chair and sat down next to Amy.

"Oh, this is Sue and Bonnie, they work with my brother." Amy motioned to the girls I didn't recognize. "This is Andrea."

"Nice to meet, you. Call me Andie," I said as I shook their hands.

Everyone but Amy had gotten up to go dance and the two of us sat there quietly sipping our drinks. I'd ordered a Diet Coke since I was driving and I'd heard the weather report earlier in the day had called for more snow.

I didn't really want to be there anyway. Amy and I talked for most of the time I was there--more like shouted--and after about an hour and a half, I was ready to leave. Debbie and Kim had returned to their seats table and were trying to coax me out onto the dance floor with them.

"There's some hot guys out there," Debbie said as she nudged me.

"I'm fine, I just don't feel like dancin' tonight."

She shrugged and headed back out to the floor with Kim.

A guy had come over and asked Amy to dance, so I was left by myself for a few minutes. My thoughts drifted to my plans with mom and dad this weekend. It was early November but already we'd had a good amount of snowfall and they couldn't get things done like they used to, so I was going up there for a few days to help them clear the snow off the driveway and get some things done around the house. I also wondered what exactly the surprise was my mother had waiting for me. I was snapped out of my daydreams by someone tapping my shoulder.

"Would you like to dance?"

"No, thanks." My refusal didn't seem to bother him too much, he headed to the next table and asked another girl.

A few more guys asked me if I wanted to dance and I politely turned them down. I wasn't really in the mood to get groped and fondled by a complete stranger. Amy came back to the table, fanning herself and by this point I'd pulled my sweater off, also. It was really hot in the bar and all I wanted to do was go home. I was getting a headache from all the loud music and my eyes stung from the smoke.

I pulled my sweater back on and started getting ready to leave as the rest of the girls came back to the table.

"You're leaving already?" Kim asked.

"Yeah. You know bars ain't my thing. I'm gonna head home."

She got a pouty look on her face and said goodbye. She hugged me then headed back out to the dance floor. Debbie took a sip of her drink and got up to give me a hug, then headed back to the dance floor behind Kim.

"Thanks for coming out, even if it was just for a little while." Amy pulled me into a hug. "See ya at work on Monday! Have fun at your parents' this weekend." She grinned and winked before she returned to her seat.

"Wait, what was that wink for?"

"When your mom called the office today and I talked to her for a bit before I transferred her over to you. She told me what your surprise is." Her grin widened.

"Oh great! Does everyone but me know?"

"You're gonna love it, trust me. Have a great weekend, Andie." She stood and hugged me again.

"Talk to you later." I turned and headed for the door.

I got home and got undressed and slipped into my pajamas which consisted of a pair of my ex-husband's old boxer shorts and an old t-shirt. I wondered for awhile exactly what my surprise from my mother was. I really hoped she didn't try to fix me up with another man. I wish everyone would leave me alone about my love life. I'm happy the way things are right now.

I walked out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen. I fixed some popcorn and popped a movie into the DVD player. I pulled the afghan up over me and before the movie was even half over, I fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later, took the uneaten bowl of popcorn and put it in the sink and went to bed. I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing.

"Hello?" My voice was groggy and I tried to get focused on the clock on the nightstand.

"I didn't wake you did I?" my mother asked me with concern in her voice.

"Yeah, Mom. What time is it?"

"It's almost noon. When are you coming up?"

"I gotta get a shower and pack. I should be there by about four."

"OK, sweetie, see you later."

"Bye, Mom."

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to fix some coffee. I pulled my coffee mug out of the cupboard and took the bowl of popcorn and dumped it in the garbage. I went into the bathroom and turned on the water for a shower. As I felt the water get warmer, I got out of my pajamas and stepped into the shower, pulling the door closed behind me. The steamy water felt good as it ran down my body.

I cleaned up and washed my hair. I pulled a towel off the bar and laid it on the floor before I got out of the shower and took the other and dried off, then wrapped my head with it as I walked into the bedroom to get dressed. I came out to the kitchen, set my suitcase by the door and poured myself some coffee and sat down at the table, staring blankly at the wall and started thinking about my life.

Jerry, my ex-husband, and I had met in college. We only dated a few times, but it was at a friend's party one night about a year after we met when we started to get serious and eventually fell in love and got married. We were planning on moving to Georgia to be closer to his parents, but that never happened. He'd fly out there almost every weekend to be with them and soon the weekend trips became week long trips.

He came home after one of his trips and said he'd ran into an old girlfriend and he wanted to pick up where they'd left off. We parted amicably, but the pain of our break-up was still difficult to deal with. I stayed in Michigan and kept the house and pretty much closed myself off from the dating world.

I found myself thinking more and more about my old high school boyfriend, Jack and wondered what he was up to these days. He was one of those guys everyone liked and never had a mean thing to say about anyone. When we dated in school, we'd never slept together, but I fell hard for him. We'd agreed since we were going to college in different states, it'd be best to split up. He'd met another girl while he was away at college and when he graduated, he came back to run the family business with his dad. After his dad died, he turned the business over to his sisters and moved out of Michigan.

When I called to invite him to my wedding, he declined saying he could never forgive himself if he said something to stop the wedding. He moved around a lot, never settling in one place for very long before he was gone again. He wrote to me constantly and finally settled in Boston where he started his own business. He'd told me one day he'd met someone and he was getting married, and while I was happily married myself, my heart was breaking knowing I once again let him get away.

For months, I didn't hear from him. Then I got a letter from him apologizing for not keeping in touch. I sent him back a letter with my cell phone number. Jerry was insanely jealous and if he'd known I was talking--even just friendly conversation--to my high school sweetheart, he would've divorced me on the spot. Jack would call me from time to time along with writing, and three years ago, we even met for coffee one day while he was in town, but afterwards, the phone calls and letters stopped abruptly and I lost track of him.

I finished my coffee, placed the mug in the sink and headed out the door. It was a long trip and I wanted to get there before it got too late.

As I drove up to my parents' house, I found myself suddenly thinking about Jack again. His bright blue eyes always made me weak in the knees. When I pulled into the driveway, I noticed the snow had been shoveled and someone had applied rock salt to the sidewalk and porch. I parked in front of the old garage which'd been converted into a guest house and grabbed my purse and suitcase out of the backseat.

As I walked up to the main house, I noticed someone had cleared some branches off the driveway and piled them neatly near the porch. I pushed the door open, calling out when I walked in.

"I'm here!" I set down my purse and suitcase and removed my shoes.

"Hi sweetie!" My mom came around the corner with her arms outstretched to give me a hug. "How was the drive up?"

"It was fine, the roads weren't too bad." I continued to look outside at the neatly shoveled driveway and sidewalk. "Who shoveled for you?" I was disappointed I couldn't do it for them.

"A friend." She had a smile on her face while she took my jacket and hung it up. "C'mon, I want you to see your surprise." She took my hand led me into the living room.

We stopped short of the sunroom and I saw my dad sitting on the couch. He got up and hugged me and asked how the drive was. I kept trying to peek over mom's shoulder.

"Okay, what's this surprise I keep hearing about?"

"You gotta close your eyes before we go in." Mom took my hand and continued to walk me to the sunroom. "Are they closed?"

"Yes, they're closed."

I heard the door open and I felt mom's hand pull away from mine as I took a step down. I could feel the warmth from the sun coming in through the windows and I fumbled around with my eyes still closed, trying to find someplace to sit.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now!" I could hear the excitement in her voice and felt her hands on my shoulders.

I opened my eyes to see Jack standing directly in front of me. I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly as he caressed my back and kissed my neck.

"What are you doing here?" I pulled away from our embrace to look into those amazing blue eyes of his.

"I'm in town on business. We hadn't talked in awhile and I called your mom to ask when you were coming up. You look absolutely beautiful, Andie."

"Thanks, Jack. You look pretty good yourself." I pulled him into another embrace. I didn't want to let him go. I always liked the feel of his arms around me.

Finally, we pulled away from each other and he took me by the hand and led me to a small sofa in the corner of the sunroom. My heart raced at the sight of him. I know a part of me has always loved him. Mom had gone back into the living room and closed the door behind her to give us some privacy. We sat close, taking in the sight of each other again. It was so good to see him. His brown hair was longer than I remember and it was showing traces of gray, but it looked good on him.

"When did you get in?" I asked him.

"Last night. Your mom and dad picked me up at the airport and they're letting me stay in the guest house. I know that's where you usually stay when you're here. I hope you don't mind. If it's a problem, I can get a hotel."

"Don't be silly. There's plenty of room. I can sleep in the spare room here, it's not a big deal, really."

We talked for awhile and filled each other in on what'd been happening in our lives. He apologized for losing touch with me and told me it was because his wife thought he and I were having an affair when she saw my number in his cell phone and found the letters I'd written to him.

I told him about Jerry and not really dating much since the divorce. There was an awkward silence between us as we both paused to think of what to say next. I could feel the tension between us and I felt as if he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but my parents were in the next room. Even though I was well over eighteen I didn't want to start anything I couldn't finish with my parents so close by.

"How long are you staying?" I finally asked, trying to break the uneasy silence between us.

"That depends on you." He took my hands in his.

"Me?"

"Yes. Rhonda and I got divorced last year and it took me a long time to work up the courage to come here. I haven't stopped thinking about you since the last time we saw each other." He broke eye contact with me. "I've loved you since high school, Andrea, and I don't know why I ever let you go."

"Oh Jack. I love you, too. I always have. When Jerry and I got married, my heart was breaking because it wasn't you I was marrying. I thought you didn't want me anymore and had moved on with your life." I felt tears welling in my eyes.

"I wanted you more than you'll know, but I saw how happy you were with Jerry and didn't want to get in the way of your happiness." He caressed my cheek with his hand.

"So now here we are, fifteen years later, both divorced and both obviously still madly in love with each other." I smiled. "What ever shall we do about that?"

He leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft, slow kiss full of love and passion. My leg was nestled between his and I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, against me. I forgot for a moment we were at my parents house and tangled my fingers through his hair as I pulled him in for a deeper kiss. My heart raced and I felt dampness between my legs. I forced myself to push him away.

"Jack, we can't do this here."

"You're right, we can't." He started kissing me again.

"Jack! My parents are in the next room. I feel like I'm in high school again. I don't want them to see us!"

"Okay, okay. Let's go to the guest house, then." He stood then reached out his hand and helped me to my feet.