Melody crawled out of bed luxuriantly, just before the alarm clock could rudely awaken her. She was alone, but the other side of the bed was still warm from her lover, who had just arisen and left for work. She had spent the evening and night with one of her dearest friends, a hopelessly handsome writer and educator named Jason who was, as far as she had known for twenty years, gay. Needless to say, the experience had been a re-awakening for them both.
He had been her English professor, and the last time they’d had sex was when she was in college, immediately prior to his public coming out. She had always known him to be actively bisexual, so it wasn’t a surprise, but his admission that he was gay did nothing to dampen her attraction to him. Their friendship was so strong, she knew not to take it personally, and she encouraged him in his new identity, even though it no longer included the erotic romps she’d come to adore.
Surprisingly, the prior night didn’t involve alcohol or other influential substances, even though back in college they’d both enjoyed getting stoned before making love. Last night, they had gone to dinner at a delectable Thai restaurant to celebrate Melody’s 41st birthday and Jason’s 54th, which fell three days after hers. Although Jason was newly single, Melody was immersed in a long-term harmonious marriage, so the conversation was largely celebratory. At some point, their talk turned to a reminiscence of their college fling, and they laughed at the magnitude of their folly, both because of the inappropriateness of their teacher-student romance and the inevitability of his obvious preferable attraction to men.
As the night progressed, though, Melody noticed Jason’s choice of words grew progressively more complimentary of her. They had been lovers for a year in college, so each had an intimate remembrance of the other, erotically speaking. While time had surely altered their bodies, they were both still quite attractive, and the chemistry of their powerful and profound friendship was strong.
“Have you ever considered being with someone else besides Dave?”, Jason had inquired provocatively.
“I haven’t been with anyone else but Dave since the last time I slept with you, Jason. So, no, I haven’t.” She assumed that was the end of it.
“First of all, I find that impossible to believe. Secondly, would you consider fucking me again? Tonight?”
Stunned, Melody replied, “Jason, since when do you have sex with women?”
“Not since the last time I had sex with you.”
“So what exactly is this? Are you telling me you’re bisexual again?”
Emphatically, he replied, “Not at all. I just really want to fuck you tonight.”
“Why tonight?” Melody asked, and the lingering question she didn’t ask was, ‘Why did you have to stop twenty years ago?’
“Why not?” he coyly replied.
Melody decided not to question his rationale, because she was already incredibly aroused and intrigued by his proposition. After all, even though it had been decades since last they’d been lovers, she was consistently aroused by Jason’s intellect, spirit, humor and heart. Plus the obvious fact that she had never stopped appreciating how sexy she was, even though it was admiration from afar. Strong guilt feelings surfaced at the prospect of betraying her husband, but since Dave was away on a business trip, she knew that she could forestall dealing with her guilt and the logistics of her actions until afterwards.
They returned to Jason’s apartment, where Melody allowed her once-and-future lover to take the reins of their sexual reunion. She was unsurprised that he mostly wanted to fuck her from behind (old habits die hard, she’d guessed), but she was nearly stunned by how intensely he made her come. This was the kind of sex that you would gladly walk across broken glass to get to. She knew that by virtue of being a woman, she wasn’t giving him all he needed, but he didn’t seem to care; he was glad to please her to the ends of her tether.
Now, the morning after their unexpected and exceptional eroticism, her body ached but she was too ensconced in the afterglow to notice. Later, as she showered and dressed and made her way back into the world, she began to ponder how her friendship and her marriage would survive. She considered the hard truth: that this was almost certainly a one-time thing with Jason, but she now found herself even more drawn to him than before. Returning to her husband’s bed would require forgiveness on his part, and surrender on hers. Would either of them find the balance that was required? Melody knew that she was motivated to do so, as the alternative – unrequited lust for a gay man – had come full circle, and there was obviously nowhere else to go with that scenario.
As if in direct response to her line of thought, as she was heading towards the door to leave, her cell phone rang. It was Jason, wishing her good morning and then saying something that set her mind reeling again.
“Bisexuality in men is uncommon, but it’s also highly underrated.” He paused briefly before continuing, “I might be coerced into doing it again, but only with you.”
Melody was silent, mentally spinning through the possibilities. Her silence went on a bit too long, and Jason spoke again.
“Unless you don’t want to; you know we can still be friends. Or else, I can meet you back at my place for lunch.”
Replying immediately this time, Melody asked incredulously, “Lunch?”
Just then, another call came in. It was her husband.
She knew that she wasn’t ready to answer that call… not just yet.
Author’s Note: I received some superb feedback on this story, regarding the lack of redeeming qualities in both characters, and the seemingly trite scenario of the gay guy falling for the” one right woman.” I did consider reworking it or adding a second part, but I decided to leave it as it stands. I rather like the way in which both the subject and the “protagonists” of the story are fundamentally flawed, and so I am entrusting the interpretation entirely to the mind of the individual reader.
This was also published in the Crasstalk blog: www.crasstalk.com