Some Things Are Meant to Be
Copyright© 2009 by HLD
Chapter 9: Epilogue
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 9: Epilogue - Who was that one girl everyone in your high school was in love with? What would you do if you ran into her a lifetime later? This is the first of a two-part story that concludes with "I Want To Be In Love".
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Heterosexual Interracial White Male Oriental Female
"Hey, Kevin! Kevin Westcott!"
My head shot around at the sound of the voice. A man was sitting at a table outside of TGI Friday's and waving. As soon as I recognised him, my face broke into a wide smile. I hopped off the moving walkway, trying not to spill the bottle of water I held in one hand and the triple-mocha de-caff latte in the other.
He stood and held out his arms. I gave the slightly pudgy and balding man a warm, brotherly hug.
"Well, I'll be damned!" I exclaimed. "Darren Copeland! How the hell are ya?"
"Look who else is here," he pointed to his companion at the table. I could only laugh.
Save me, Kevin, the look in Melanie's eyes pleaded. Save me or I will kill you.
"Can I buy you a beer?" he asked, motioning to one of the empty chairs at the table. Darren graduated with us. Like Melanie and I, he was one of our gifted-class brethren. I had kept up with him for a couple of years after graduation; like me, he went into computer programming where made a bunch of money in the mid-90s then got a job teaching at Georgia Tech. Last I checked, he was assistant dean in the College of Computing. Although we had spoken a couple of times and exchanged emails with reasonable frequency, I hadn't seen him since graduation, just over nineteen years past.