Five Years Gone

"Five Years Gone"

"Hi, this is Maribel."

Her voice was a little more throaty and lower than I had envisioned, but that along with her Spanish accent made her even more alluring. I kept running her photos through my mind while I answered:

"Hey Maribel, I was hoping to come and see you this morning if that's okay."

"Oh, sure sweetie, I'll be ready--I just got out the tub. Can you give me another thirty minutes to finish up, baby?"

I checked my watch, figuring that I was just about a half-hour's ride from her area of town anyway. "Yes I can, that's no problem."

Her voice dipped a little lower and shifted to a more seductive tone. "Okay, baby. Have you been with a girl like me before?" Of course, I had already been conditioned to always give the obvious answer to that question.

"I have once, but I was too nervous to do more than the basics. But I knew I had to try again as soon as I could." That was almost the truth...except that particular episode was six months and two other girls in the past. But by now I knew just enough to know that's how this pre-date verbal foreplay was supposed to go.

"So I bet you wanna do it all this time with no limits, you dirty boy?" Maribel replied. Her tone made it evident that this was a rhetorical question. "I wasn't busy last night, so I have a lot of energy for you...if you can handle it all."

"Pretty sure I can," I promised.

"Very good," she said, and then gave me the directions to her place. "See you soon, baby."

The directions were simple to follow, and I pulled up across the street from her house about twenty-five minutes later, then dialed Maribel one more time. "I'm ready, baby, go ahead and come in," she invited. As I got out of my car I did a quick inventory: tip, protection, keys...all where they should be. Left the wallet under the front seat and locked up. Once I got to the door, I rapped twice and went on inside, closing the door just in time for Maribel to meet me there.