A final time
On a nice summer’s day I was heading up to meet Octavia, a Spanish girl and my somewhat-new girlfriend, who was taking courses at
On
I could see at my vantage point how short her skirt was barely thigh high, and I was sure if I was seeing it from the front I’d glimpse her panty, if she was wearing any. I adored the short skirted fashions nowadays, re-woke the thrill of being young and alive, something the old weren’t doing.
I walked on, smiling to myself, thinking I’d turn around and see some pretty erotic sight as I passed her by…Oh, my God, it was Olena, wow! Olena! from school whom I haven’t seen her in a number of years.
Wow! She was still smoking a cigarette and looking bored at the kids around her. A puff of smoke came from her lips and she faintly recognized me…and her eyes were calling my name…if she remembered it. For a moment I wanted to rush to her, ask her how she has been after all the years between us but I just shrugged, shook my head, turned around and kept walking to meet Octavia…
Ukrainian school was definitely over….Thank God! And hurried off to meet my Spanish Octavia…
The End