The D Spot

His hands were hot on my hips and I instinctively leaned back into him. His breath came closer to my neck…
My lips parted, a sigh escaped me. The flutter of his breathing caressed my neck…
and suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door. “Hey! Hurry it up in there!” a man’s voice shouted.
We jumped apart as if we’d been shocked, looking guiltily into each others’ eyes.
“I should go,” he said. “I…well, I’ll talk to you in a bit.”
He left the bathroom quickly, closing the door behind him. I heard the man on the other side of the door groan in frustration as I turned the lock.
I leaned on the sink and looked at my face. I was flushed across my cheeks and down my neck. My low-neck T-shirt showed pinkened skin across the tops of my breasts. I sprinkled some cool water on my face and chest, trying to catch my breath.
This was a mistake, I decided. It was time to go. I should have never came.
Resignedly, I opened the bathroom door and the sound of the party and the music hit me like a wall. I felt a throb beginning in my left temple.
I began to weave my way through small groups of two and three people, realizing that more people must have come in while I was in the bathroom.
I was almost to the door when I heard Julie’s voice. “Can I have everyones attention? Hello! Can anyone hear me?”
I didn’t want to turn around but I was compelled. Julie had dragged a coffee table into the center of the dance area and was standing on it, clapping her hands for quiet. Soon all eyes were focused on her.
“I want to thank you all for coming,” she began, smiling with her collagen-enhanced lips. “This party wouldn’t have been possible without each and every one of you. But most of all,” she said, turning doe eyes on him. “It wouldn’t have been possible without the love of my life.” People began to clap and Julie reached her hand out to him. “Happy birthday honey.” She said, taking his hand “I love you so much.” Julie threw her arms around him and that was about as much as I could handle.
I turned to the door and walked out.
I’d had to park in the street several houses down. The house was well lit but the street wasn’t, and I walked slowly, trying not to loose my footing in the uneven grade.
I could just make out the shape of my truck when I heard footsteps behind me.
I turned expectantly, thinking this was sounding more and more like some cheesy teen romance novel.
It was him, of course.
“Weren’t you going to say goodby?” He said, panting a little as he caught up.
I shook my head, not trusting my voice. I didn’t want him to hear a wobble.
“Why not?” He asked, taking me by the upper arms and turning me to face him.
The moon was full, and I could just see the sparkle in his eyes.
Damn, I thought.
“You have Julie in there, pledging her love and throwing this whole party for you. You don’t need me in there to screw it up.” I tried to sound calm and reasonable but I thought I probably sounded whiney. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. “Besides, she made it perfectly clear how you feel.”
He looked at me. “What are you talking about?”
“I used to mean something to you.”
He looked at me silently, and I felt he was sizing me up. “Do you really believe that?” He asked me quietly. I didn’t answer and he continued, his hands gripping my arms harder. “What else could I tell her? She knew that we had a thing once.”
“A thing?” I interrupted, starting to lose my temper. “Is that all it was? A thing?”
“Oh come on,” he said. “You know it was more than that. You and I …we have that connection. I don’t know how to describe it.”
I nodded. “But what about now?” I asked softly. “All those emails and late-night phone calls…what am I supposed to believe when I came here to see you and instead watched your pet barbie-doll fawn all over you?” I turned to continue walking to my truck. “This was a mistake. It was all one big mistake.”
The tears were falling now and I hoped he didn’t hear it in my voice.
“Please,” he said. “Can I explain?”
I didn’t answer, just kept walking to my truck. When I got in, I saw him from my rearview mirror, still standing in the middle of the road, looking at me helplessly. I gunned the engine and popped the clutch. Tomorrow I would take the first flight out.