We were into our third jug of Long Island when, from the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of someone familiar. In my state of alcoholic daze, I might have been mistaken, but I could have sworn I saw my ex-girlfriend from college, Esther.

I rubbed my eyes to make sure it was really her, as she had been away for the last few years studying in Australia. We broke up because it was unrealistic for two 19-year-olds to wait around for one another, and as my life progressed, we slowly lost touch.

I told Martin I needed to go to the loo and tried to find Esther. I saw her moving in that direction and waited outside next to a large plant, hoping to remain obscured by the darkness of the place. I didn’t know why I was sneaking around, but I suppose I didn’t know what I was going to say when I met her.

Esther was Eurasian; her dad was British and her mom was Korean. They met and settled here back in the '70s, and their daughter was a wonderful product of their union. I met Esther in junior college, and she was one of those cute girls with slightly brownish hair. She was of average height, about 1.64m, and had medium-sized breasts.

There were times in college when she would come with her two ponytails and drive the guys mad with hormonal rage. We went steady at the end of the first year and stayed together until we finished junior college. I often thought about the chances of us still being an item if she hadn’t gone to Murdoch University.

Esther was the first girl I experienced serious petting with. We never had full penetration because I was the fuddy-duddy, afraid of this and that. Now, I’m not stereotyping Eurasians or insinuating that Esther was wild. In fact, we were pretty innocent. I started the ball rolling with a casual touch here and a grope there, instigating her to go further, but then getting cold feet.

So here I was, standing outside the toilet of Zouk, hiding behind some plant, waiting to bump into my ex while I was almost on the verge of getting dumped by Jill. The toilet door opened several times as girls walked in and out until she finally appeared.

It must have been the Long Islands because I managed to pluck up the courage, stepped forward, looked her in the eyes, and gave her a great big hug. I half-expected some big rugby player to appear behind me and clobber me for doing that. Thankfully, nothing happened. She was surprised, but after recognition sank in, she literally screamed.

“It’s so great to see you! Jack!” I was glad that she even remembered my name. Then she caught me by surprise by planting a peck on my cheek. “Who are you here with? Any new girlfriends hidden away somewhere?”

I shook my head and asked, “What about you?” She pointed over to a table of assorted guys and girls with her chin.

“Your friends or colleagues? Heck! When did you get back? There’s so much to catch up on. Wanna go out sometime?” I bombarded her with a string of questions.

“How about now? I’m getting bored with these guys from work. Did you drive?” she asked, one of the toughest questions for a guy who doesn’t own his own set of wheels. I shrugged my shoulders, but she pulled out her keys from her bag.

By the time we got to the car, I could see that Esther was just a bit plastered. As we got in, I asked if she was okay enough to drive. She looked at me and said that I might be right to hang on a while before we got started.

She flicked the ignition and turned on the air conditioning and hi-fi. The song came on, “I don’t have to sell my soul... he’s already in me...” and that brought back all the memories of junior college.

Esther was one of the few girls who appreciated my taste in music, and The Stone Roses was one of the first bands we shared together. Not very romantic, but terribly attractive to a spotty youth into obscure bands. So here we were, all grown up and still listening to the same band on the stereo.

She had kept her hair in a short bob, which accentuated her Asian features and further hid the fact that she had a little Caucasian in her. She had filled out a little better but still had normal breasts. What was probably most attractive about her was her slim, svelte body.

She looked toned and ready. The strange thing was that I felt attracted to her, but not lustful. Instead, it was more like a puppy crush all over again. She tilted her head back and rested it on the headrest. The line of her neck was inviting. The alcohol kicked in again, and I leaned over to kiss her, a tender one on her neck.

She turned, almost in slow motion (again, maybe because of the alcohol), and looked at me.

“Hey! We haven’t even caught up with each other!” she tried to protest.

“Don’t you think we should have done something a few years back but never did?” she continued. I scratched my head and looked even more dumbfounded than the alcohol had already made me. I didn’t want sex, just comfort from the sadness I was in. Esther smiled.

We decided to go get a couple more drinks and head somewhere to catch up on our missed days. The years seemed to roll away as we talked and laughed while she drove along. After aimlessly driving around, we finally found a 7-Eleven.

We bought drinks and drove off with a six-pack of Hooch and some cigarettes. As I was paying, I looked over and saw the display rack for condoms. Somehow, I just reached over and bought a pack of my favorite white ones.

Some women are known to be allergic to spermicide, but I feel that this gives me the maximum sensation. Then again, I might just be wrong. All this while, Esther waited for me in the car. I got back in, and she drove away.

“Where to now?” I was curious, and she said we could go over to her place.

“You mean you have your own place now?” I was a little surprised.

“No silly, I still stay with my parents, but do you remember the roof access we had in our apartment? The one where we used to hang out in the afternoons for tans and fun?”

She said ‘fun’ with a cheeky little smile aimed in my direction. Of course, I remembered the roof. It was a great make-out place, although some of the neighboring condos could get a good view of us. We never went all the way up there, and it at least offered us some privacy from her parents.

I usually managed to cop a feel of her young, perky breasts, and she used to give my little brother a few fleeting rubs. But that was all—innocent teenage make-out sessions that never went beyond heavy petting.

She asked what I was doing and whether I was seeing anybody. I managed to dodge that question for a good while, somehow skirting the issue without giving any definite answers. Instead, I pried into her last few years. I found out she had returned only that year and was just starting to find herself in her new job.

She had spent longer than she should have bumming around in Perth and later Melbourne, taking on a few jobs while over there, but her parents eventually wanted her back. So after stalling for as long as she could, she gave in and came back.

As for dating, she wasn’t seeing anyone regularly, but of course, went out on dates now and then. At the moment, she worked in a firm doing consultancy for office networks and hated her job. She was totally surrounded by these sex-starved guys, mostly geeks who constantly tried to get her to go out.

“It’s like they expect me to fuck around with them just because I’m a girl, and I’m Eurasian,” she fumed.

I could see what she was talking about because she did look rather sumptuous with her slim, shapely body and sometimes had those come-fuck-me looks. We drove into her condo, parked, took out our drinks, and proceeded to the lift.

I patted my back pocket to make sure the condoms were still there. I still didn’t know if I was going to get lucky, but I wasn’t going to get caught with my pants down and her demanding safe sex while I had no protection.

We opened her door quietly and moved toward the balcony. From there, it was a short trip up to the roof. I glanced at my watch and realized it was already 3am. I looked over at the other condos around us and checked the coast to be sure it was all clear.

We sat down in the deck chairs her father had set up on the roof and proceeded to shoot the breeze about all things under the sun while taking swigs from the Hooch. The Long Island was slowly wearing off, and it was nice to get all sloshed up again.

Gradually, the conversation veered toward my availability status again. The alcohol got to me, and I was washed over with melancholy as I related to her what happened between Jill and me. She was initially unsympathetic and said I deserved it, peppering her comments with wicked little laughter.

I looked over and discovered she was actually having quite a good time laughing at my misfortunes. As I watched her laugh, she radiated, and I was swept back almost six years to the days when we used to be so carefree. I couldn’t resist it and leaned over to kiss her again.

She reciprocated by closing her eyes and enveloping my lips. She bit down on my lower lip as I used my tongue to explore. Our tongues intertwined helplessly as our limbs clamored for the comfort of each other’s bodies.

We soon found ourselves rolling on the floor, lips still locked together firmly and hands roving around, exploring once-familiar areas. Her hands slipped under my shirt and caressed my back, occasionally scratching me with her nails.

I tried my best to remove her body-hugging top, yanking it out from her pants and slowly lifting it to reveal her breasts. They were still covered by her strapless bra, and I didn’t even bother to unhook it but proceeded to pull it down, exposing them to the cool evening breeze.

Goosebumps formed around her nipples as they hardened to my touch and the contact with the chill night air. They were as exquisite as ever, slightly more bouncy than I remembered, but still as delicious as ever in that nice shade of pink.

My cock was growing harder by the second as I rubbed her nipples between my fingers and placed a longing mouth to suckle her left breast. I thrust my hard cock against her crotch, and I was sure she could feel my hardness beneath her black tights.

“Are you sure you won’t regret this with Jill?” she murmured as I continued to rub my dick against her cunt.

“I don’t really care now,” I answered.

It didn’t matter what she asked or how I answered at this point. I believed that the two of us were at the point of no return, and the passion driving us to complete a task we had set out on all those years ago had to be finished tonight.

I went for the jugular and tugged at her tights, pulling down her G-string at the same time. She ran her fingers through my hair as I struggled to undress her fully. Under the glow of the moonlight, I could see her little bush of hair between her legs.

It looked like it had been trimmed carefully to prevent it from getting too wild and messy. It looked so inviting that I dove right in and proceeded to pleasure her with the tip of my tongue. She dug her fingers into my hair and nearly my head as I lapped away at her wet cunt.

She was excited, all right, so excited that my lips were all wet even before a minute of eating her out. She let out little gasps and soft grunts whenever I managed to find the spot. I licked at it softly, teasing her and building up the tempo. I used a finger to prod gently at her lips, spreading them and licking her real good.

Her writhing body told me I was getting her hornier by the minute. Now and then, I would reach up to squeeze her breasts or pinch her nipple. All the while, her hands kept pushing my face into her cunt whenever she arched her back to smother me with her juices.

“Uuurgghhh... yessssss... we should have done this long ago,” was all the encouragement I needed from her to finish her off with a mighty climax. I licked her harder and faster, slowly using a finger to enter her cunt.

I grasped her juicy ass and pinched it, slapping it once in a while, and the tingling of the slaps must have gotten her even more excited as she sped up her rhythm, thrusting herself up at my mouth faster. Grinding her cunt into my face and almost yelling, “Lick me, yes... EAT ME! Aarrgghhh... yesssss...”

With a final furious push, she arched herself again and stiffened before going limp. She practically collapsed into a heap as I traced a line from her pussy through her belly button and up between her breasts before reaching her lips again via her neck, making stops along the way to kiss and love her delectable white flesh.

As we kissed, she licked me with her tongue to catch the residual taste of her own juices. “Now I want to taste you.” I had fingered her before in college, but I had never gone down on her, and similarly, she had never given me a full head before. How I managed to let her get away with it was beyond me.

She slithered down to her knees as I positioned myself back on the deck chair. She unbuckled my belt and slowly unzipped my trousers. There was a look of anticipation in her eyes and a smirk on her face as if she couldn’t wait to cast her eyes on my dick again.

Since licking a girl out was never the greatest turn-on for me, I had lost a little of my stiffness, so when she finally pulled off my briefs, what confronted her was a semi-erect dick.

“You gotta work now,” I said wickedly, but she giggled at the challenge ahead. Not a big one, as the sight of her lovely face between my legs, staring at my cock, was enough to bring some more life back into it. The blood rushed to fill the veins as she took her first bite of my banana.

It was slightly curved to one side and now growing to its full size in her mouth. She held it there and made use of her tongue to give it a swirl at the head. She tried lowering her head further on me and soon almost took the whole length.

“You’ve had practice, I see,” I said as she continued to flick her tongue expertly over my rock-hard cock.