Round Two?

June 11th 2050

There I sat. Exhausted.

My office was in a lovely corner room of the building I worked in. It was actually one of the first rooms I sat in, back when I was hired almost 30 years earlier. Though my seating position had changed. Now I sat behind the desk instead of the former owner, who I met with early into my employment. The office even had its own bathroom!

I pushed back from my desk in my rolling chair and spun around. Momentum eventually slowed down and I stopped, now facing away from my computer and onto the bookshelf behind me. It was completely decorative, not a single book on that shelf I had actually read, they were all 'professional' books, or rather; 'books that wouldn't be embarrassing to display to potential clients'. Not that it really mattered, I got more compliments for the small Carly Rae Jepsen EMOTION poster next to the window than I did any of the books on that shelf.

On the shelf staring me bold in the face, was a collection of three photos. One was of my wife and I on a vacation we took early in our relationship, maybe early 2020? I was much thinner then... so was she...

Next to it sat a photo of me, my wife, our then 7 year old daughter and my old college friend Adam. It's one of those novelty tourist photos you can get taken while visiting The Sears tower. (It'll never be The Willis Tower, Chicagoans know what's up. Most I'll give you is calling it Big Willy) That was the last time I saw Adam, was that trip.

Finally, the final photo was one of my daughter, from maybe 3 years ago, aged 22. It's a completely innocuous photo, of her wearing a yellow t-shirt, brown shorts and sunglasses. Just a candid of her from a vacation the three of us took together to Tennessee.

A knock on my door made me jump in my seat. I turned around to face it. "Yeah?!" I half shouted.

The door cracked open to reveal Eva, one of the company's twenty-something HR Representatives. "Hey." she said dryly. She looked exhausted. "It's late, and I've been here long enough, I'm gonna head out."

"Of course." I said, trying to make myself look like I was in the middle of something. It was late. "I'm gonna stay for another hour and finish this up."

"Okay. Don't stay too late! We have work tomorrow." She chuckled softly.

"Yeah." I snorted, as she gently closed the door.

Just then my phone buzzed, a text from my daughter.

U still at work??? It read, alongside a picture of my car in the lot.

I started to type my reply. Yeah. You're here?

Hang on eva's holding the door for me :) her response came right before I could hit send on my message.

I set my phone to the side and waited. A few moments later without warning my door opened and in walked my daughter Bella. She wore a white blouse, and a light floral skirt, with dark tights and an oversized leather trench coat.

"Hi!" She said, She had a penny board tucked under her arm.

"Hi. You just get off work?"

"Ye." She approached one of the two chairs opposite my desk, and plopped herself onto it.

"This late?" I asked.

"Nah. Car broke down, maybe a week ago. I've been riding home since then." She shook the penny board pointedly and set it on the ground. "This place is just on the way home, and I saw you were still here so..." She trailed off.

I looked at her, trying to gauge if it had happened for her yet. She looked back, her expression impossible to read.

"So..." she said finally. "Eva was the last to leave, yeah?"

"I believe so." I said, my heart began thumping. This is it I thought.

"Let's talk December 14th 2018..." Bella leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk...

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December 14th 2018

"You tryna see that new Spider-Man movie?" Brandon asked no one in particular, hunched over his computer screen which sat on the floor of the attic, for some reason. I guess the modem is right next to it...

"There's a new Spider-Man movie?" Connor asked, as he lounged on the recliner.

"Yeah, since when?" I asked, laying on the floor. My sweaty back stuck to my shirt. Just had to inherit the ambient sweating genes... Thanks Mom. An ambient 77 degrees and I'm sweating, get real... I thought for what must have been the millionth time since I moved to Arizona.

"It's animated. It literally just came out... I think... yesterday? Lemme look." Brandon began typing. "Oh shit, today, lmao."

"Animated?" Connor asked accusingly.

"Yeah, but it's the people who did the fucking... uh... the fucking Lego Movie." Brandon said.

"Oh, no way."

"Yeah."

"Eh, matinee though, probably be pretty packed with kids, if it's animated." I said, sitting up.

"You right, you right." Brandon closed the tab that had the Harkins Theater's showtimes. "Maybe next week?"

"Sure." I said.

"We could just hit up Mill?" Connor said, pulling up his phone.

"Eh, again? I feel like we do that every week." Brandon said as he shut down the computer and stood up, walking to leave.

Instinctively I stood also and followed, with Connor not too far behind. We followed him outside and loaded up into his Jeep, with me riding shotgun as I usually did. The 'big homie clause' it was called. Whoever was the biggest or tallest of the passengers automatically got to ride shotgun. It was controversial with the larger friend group but it kept the peace, and stopped my freakishly long legs from getting jammed in the back of James' prius. (Though it did still sometimes happen if the homie Oscar the Hutt [affectionate] was cruising with us.)

"Isn't Adam doing an early Christmas party or sumn at The Crypt?" Brandon asked as we hit the road.

"Oh shit, is that today?" Connor asked, fucking with the window button. To which Brandon slowed down and extended his seat all the way back. "Ow! Fuck! I'll stop!"

"I'll check the discord." I pulled out my phone and scrolled Adam and my DMs, and sure enough there was a message from him asking me to mark the 14th on my calendar for a Christmas party. "Yeah, says it starts at 5. So we got like, two hours."

"We tryna pregame?" Connor asked, still rubbing his newly damaged knees.

"You down?" Brandon turned his head slightly toward me.

"To DD?" I asked.

"Not what I was asking, but yeah, we could figure that out now."

"That's fine, yeah, I can be DD."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You know I don't really fuck with drinking anyways."

"Aight man! No pressure, you know."

"Yeah, yeah."

We cruised around for a few minutes, mostly filled with Connor and Brandon bickering about what bar to go into, 'that one's a toilet', 'that one's too stuffy', 'that one charges too much for a bottle', 'that one doesn't let you buy bottles', 'no that's not true, I got a bottle last time I was there', etc.

Finally we found a tiny japanese bar they could agree on, mostly because neither of them had been there before. When we walked inside we found it was less of a bar and more of a japanese restaurant that HAD a bar.

The hostess greeted us, and Connor said we were just here for the bar, and she let us pick our own seats. I beelined for the bathroom (first thing to know when becoming my friend, I always pee when I arrive somewhere new and before I leave, don't ask why, I don't know). The restaurant was tiny, no more than a dozen or so tables, a few high tops and a very small six seat bar.

It obviously wasn't peak operating hours as we were the only ones inside, save for the staff and a blonde girl sitting by herself at one of the high tops. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt, brown shorts and sunglasses. We made eye contact, I gave a small smile, mentally acknowledged that she was very pretty and joined my friends at the bar.

They had already purchased drinks for themselves. I ordered myself a Pepsi, and looked up at the TV mounted to the wall, and dissociated as SportsCenter or whatever played.

I don't know how long I zoned out, before I felt a gentle elbow on mine. Shaken from my trance I turned to look at Connor.

"What do you think?" He asked. Brandon leaned over the bar behind him to look at me expectantly.

At a loss for words all I could think to say was: "In a way, I think you're both right." They looked at me confused. "Okay, I was totally out of it. What's up?"

"Blondie?" He jerked his head a little towards the girl I had seen earlier.

"What about her?"

"You think she's hot or not?"

"I mean, yeah she's pretty... Can we not do this? This is weird."

"Dude she keeps looking over at you. I think she's into you." Brandon whispered

"Or we're the only other people in the building and you two are loud and obnoxious drunks."

Brandon made an expression that said 'yeah, that makes sense.' as he looked at the four empty glasses in front of him and the six in front of Connor.

"Nah, man. She's been looking over since before we even finished round one." Connor said, nudging my arm again.

"Okay? What do you want me to do about it?"

"What do I want you to- I want you to go and talk to her!"

I looked past him at Brandon, who had a smile much too big given the situation.

I sighed. "Alright, I'll go and talk to her." I took another sip of my Pepsi, and stood from my stool. Walking towards this mystery girl. This is dumb. I thought to myself as I did.

As I approached, she set her chopsticks aside from her sushi roll she was half finished with, and turned to face me.

"Sup!" She said, as I was opening my mouth to talk first. She smiled at me slightly. She really was pretty.

"Hey, my friends were saying something about you staring at us?"

"Mm. Not them. You."

If she was this confident why didn't she just come to me and say hi? I thought. I let out a small chuckle. "Uh, do we know each other?"

"Kind of. Sit down." She patted the stool next to her.

I glanced back towards Connor and Brandon, who both had a look of pride on their faces. They raised their glasses towards me and resumed their drinking and conversation. "Hey, I just need to let you know this is not a regular occurrence for me." I said turning back to her and sitting down.

"What? Getting eyed up at a bar? Cause I find that hard to believe, tall guy like you?"

"No, I've been eyed up before, but I usually don't do anything about it."

"Why?" She resumed her meal.

"I don't know, just don't wanna bother them I guess."

"Dude!" She said, her mouth full of food. "If they're eyeing you up, they WANT you to bother them."

"Yeah, I know. But why don't they come and bother me huh? I mean why didn't you? You obviously wanted me to talk to you."

"Yeah, and I COULD have approached you if I wanted to, wouldn't be the first time, but you need to learn that it isn't as scary as you think."

I took a moment to ponder. She was right, my heart rate had dropped since I first walked over, and conversation, at least so far, had flown easy.

"Mm." She grunted as she took another bite. "I'm Bella, bee tee dubs." She wiped her hands on a napkin and extended one towards me.

"Kyle." I shook her hand. "So... what? You just wander into empty restaurants taunting dudes into talking to you?"

"Taunting? What did I do that could be called taunting?"

"Poor word choice, forcing dudes-"

"Better."

"-into talking to you?"

"Mm." She pondered for a moment. "No. In fact this is sort of the first time I've ever done this... wait, hold on... I don't think I've actually done anything especially weird for a girl my age."

"How old are you?"

"25, how old are you?"

"19, but pretend I'm 21."

"Oh good, I'm in the right year."

"Sorry?"

"Don't worry about it." She gave me a smile. I looked back, her eyes were a dark brown. They looked familiar... SHE looked familiar but I couldn't place it.

"You're weird, you know that?" I asked.

"Says the guy who's first line to a pretty girl was 'I don't do this often.'"

"Is that a weird thing to say?"

"Ye. Just sounds like a lie, even if it isn't."

"Alright, so what should I have said?"

She pondered for a moment. "Well your OPENER opener was alright. Make it casual you know, just like a 'hey my friends saw you staring at us.' Thing." Again another moment to ponder. "I think I'd follow that with, like, a joke or something about how tall you are, cause I think that's the first thing people notice about you. Something about you not playing basketball?"

"What if I DO play basketball?"

"You don't."

"Well, I appreciate the tip, but we're talking right now aren't we? I think I did okay."

"Yeah, but that's because I really WANT to talk to you."

"Oh yeah? And other girls eyeing me up wouldn't?"

"Not like I do..."

We stared at each other for a few moments, before I felt hands slap onto my shoulders behind me. "Hey." I heard Connor's voice. "Adam's thing is in like 10 minutes, and it's a bit of a drive... so... we should probably hit the road."

"Yeah..." I said absently, holding the stare with Bella. I felt Connor's hands leave my shoulders and heard him walk back to the bar. "Well..." I said to Bella. "This was fun, but I gotta go."

"Yep." She said, turning away from me. I looked at her for a moment, then stood. I got maybe three steps away from her before I heard her say "You know that would have been the time to ask for my number or something."

"Can I get your number?" I said, as I turned back to her. She was right, I kinda blew it right then.

"No, I doubt my phone works right now anyways, BUT, I could come with you to Unc- I mean, this Adam person's place."

"You really wanna load up in a car with three guys you don't know, to a place you've never been?"

"Normally, I'd say fuck no. But I know you'd never let something bad happen to me. Besides, I know I'm not Sydney Sweeney, but you'd look pretty good walking into a party with me, wouldn't you?"

"Who's Sydney Sweeney?"

"Oh right, Euphoria hasn't come out yet... You seen Sharp Objects yet?"

"No, but I need to. I really fucked with the book."

"You'll see it soon, don't worry. Anyways, let me go to the bathroom real quick, I'll meet you outside!" She stood up, dropped a twenty dollar bill that wasn't even trying to look genuine on the table and walked to the bathroom. I walked over to the one waiter in the building and paid for Bella's bill, which was not cheap, and turned to see her standing by the door.

"You're really weird, you know that?" I asked.

"Mmhmm!" She nodded her head and left walking towards Brandon's Jeep parked outside. I took a deep breath and turned towards Connor and Brandon, who already looked to be more than half in the bag.

"Keys." I asked Brandon and he tossed them into my hands.

Adam's party came and went, and funnily enough Bella and I didn't really talk all too much. Mostly it consisted of me corralling her from one bush fire to the next, as she spent most of the evening telling people that they dress 'weird' or in Adam's case that he 'still had hair'. Apparently she said something to Adam's girlfriend Cara about 'New Year's 2017' which nearly brought the two of them to blows, and through no small effort of my own and Adam's as well, we were able to separate them for the duration of the party. Despite all this, and many people asking me if she was on something, AND Cara pulling me aside asking Bella and I to leave, I couldn't help but defend Bella. She was one incredibly bizarre woman, but there was something about her that was deeply endearing to me.

Finally the party began to die down, and as I watched Connor slowly pass out on Adam's couch, Brandon found me and told me that he too was staying the night...

"You can take the Jeep home if you're not tryna stay," he said, "but Imma need a ride home in the morning."

"Thanks man. I'm gonna take Bella back to... wherever she lives. I'll see you tomorrow." I said, dapping him up.

"Hell yeah!" He said, with a smile much too big in my opinion. "So glad Connor and I forced you to talk to her."

"Yeah, yeah. We'll see." I left Brandon to his own devices and after just a few moments of searching I found Bella. "C'mon. We're leaving."

"Aight!" She said cheerfully and followed close behind me. I said my goodbyes to Adam and a few others at the party and Bella and I loaded up into the Jeep and headed off.

"Where am I taking you?" I asked after a few miles.

"Oh! I was hoping you'd take me back to your place!"

I chuckled. "You know, you are SO forward, and believe me that's more than okay with me, BUT it's almost to a level of concern. Like, do I need to be scared right now?"

"Psh." Was all she said.

The car ride back to my apartment was longer than I wanted it to be. Truth be told, I knew that I WANTED to have sex with Bella from when I first saw her, but now that it was so evidently going to happen, I was a little scared. I'd had sex before, but for some reason this felt different, and I could not put my finger on why...

We pulled up to the parking lot of my apartment. Silently the two of us walked towards the elevator, and I pushed the 4 button. Once we arrived, we walked through the hallways, finally stopping at room 418. I fiddled with the keys for a moment, unlocking the door and motioning for Bella to enter first.

She whistled as I followed her and flicked on the light. "Wow." She said, "So much swankier than I had imagined."

"Yeah, I can't lie." I said hanging my keys on a hook next to the door. "My Dad is covering rent."

"I know." She said, as she threw her arms around my neck. She gently tugged at me as she walked backwards, guiding me to my bed. (It's a studio so not far to go.) She turned me so my back was to the bed, and planted a kiss on my neck, holding it for several seconds. I then felt her inhale deeply. "God, you still smell the same."

I chuckled. "Okay, you HAVE to tell me how we know each other."

"You wouldn't believe me if I did." We stared into each other's eyes for what felt like forever. Finally I leaned in to kiss her, but was met with her hand instead of her lips. "Wait... if we're going to do this... I need you to know that I WANT this..."

I chuckled again. "I figured we wouldn't have gotten this far otherwise."

"You don't understand now, but you will, sooner than you think... Look in my eyes." I did as instructed, in truth my eyes had begun to wander slightly lower. Her shirt didn't show a lot, but framed her body very well. "I WANT this..." She said once our eyes met again. "And I will NEVER regret this... okay?"

I looked at her, trying to understand the enigma that was this woman. "Okay." I said, and a moment after the words left my lips, hers took their place.

She moaned, and I felt her hands run through my hair. My hands wandered down to her hips and finally settled on her ass, as I gave one of the cheeks a squeeze. She shrieked, as I did, pulling the kiss for a moment to say "Fuck, that's all I've ever wanted you to do." She resumed the kiss, this time I felt her tongue slowly find its way to mine. I explored every inch of her mouth, as she acted in kind.

I felt her hands fall from my hair to my chest, as she pushed me backwards onto my bed. I felt and heard it crack. Fuck I knew I should have built it properly. I thought for a moment, before the thought was completely pushed aside as I watched Bella unbutton her shorts and remove them, she wore nothing underneath.

"You always go commando?" I asked, smiling as she removed her shirt, which also revealed her naked breasts underneath.

"Only when I'm planning on having sex with you." She climbed onto the bed and I again heard it strain under the weight of both of us. Any thought of shoddy carpentry was pushed aside when her mouth found mine again.

My hands cupped and squeezed her tits softly, as her hand found the button of my shorts, and got to work removing them.

Again she moaned, pulling away from the kiss once again to say; "God you taste so FUCKING GOOD." I admired her form as she sat up and was finally able to undo my shorts, pulling them down off my legs. Next to go was my shirt, as the two of us fought briefly for the privilege to remove it, soon I was naked for all but my boxers.

She leaned down for a kiss that was much too brief, before pulling back and lowering her face down to my crotch. "I know you won't be disappointing," she said, "but PLEASE don't be disappointing." Her fingers wrapped around the hemline of my boxers and slid them down, my hard cock sprang out to attention. "Oh FUCK." she moaned followed by a rather flattering laugh. My cock twitched at her joy. (I'm not gonna pretend that I'm hung or anything, but my cock had NEVER elicited that kind of reaction before.)

She wrapped her hands around it, and pulled it close to her face, planting a few kisses on it, chuckling as she did. "GOD I have wanted this so FUCKING much." She cried, planting her face into the space between my cock and leg. She inhaled deeply. "FUCK." She moaned again.

I reached down and stroked her hair. She rose up so that our faces were level. "I'll suck it next time, right now I NEED to fuck you." She said.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed." I joked, as she planted more kisses on my lips.

"Next time, I'll suck it as much and as long as you want, but just PLEASE fuck me."

I grabbed my cock, and pointed it towards her entrance, I felt her hand grab my head and guide it more accurately than I had done. Slowly she lowered herself down onto me.

Heat engulfed my entire being as I slowly stretched Bella out. Her pussy reshaped to fit my cock, coating it in her juices. She moaned, I grunted.

"Fuck." She let out. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me." I bucked up into her, and was rewarded with a delightful shriek. I bucked again, and this time was rewarded with her grunts of pleasure. Again, again, again, I fucked her.

Sweat began to pour out of me and her. Looks like I'm not the only one with the excessive sweat gene. I thought for half a second while I continued to fuck her.

My hips were starting to get tired of bucking up, so I grabbed onto her hair with my right hand, and supported her waist with my left as I flipped her onto her back. She yelped as I did, and mumbled some gibberish that I didn't quite catch, as I drilled down into her now. The bed creaked loudly.

Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her gushing embrace. Out of breath, she nearly whispered; "Da- I'm so close, keep fucking me like that. Are you close?" The words barely escape through exhausted breaths.

I tried to speak, but couldn't find the words, my mind filled with only the sensation of Bella's pussy, that my cock felt like a form fit for. All I could do was nod.

"Cum inside. It's safe. Please cum inside. Please cum inside. Pleas-" She continued on and on her volume increasing, as the orgasm within her built as well.

I drilled into her harder and harder with each thrust, she let out a scream so loud it had to be fake, as I felt her walls clench around my cock, as with one final thrust my cock erupted filling her with jet after jet of semen.

The bed also creaked loudly, and I heard a crack. Suddenly I felt myself falling downward. Bella let out a shriek and wrapped her arms and legs even tighter around my back than they already were, as my mattress collided into the floorboards.

Remembering that I had a headboard, I instinctively threw my arm up covering both of our heads, and braced for the inevitable pull of gravity, but as luck would have it after too long a time with no impact I looked up to see the head board calmly resting against the wall.

After a few moments of panting, I looked down at Bella, who's fearful eyes stared back at me. We held each other's gaze for a moment, before I collapsed onto her in laughter. I felt her tummy bounce up into mine as she began to laugh as well.

"Okay!" She spoke between laughs. "First of all... we just fucked so hard your bed broke! Second... I've never cum at the same time as someone before! Third!" She tried to get the third point out, but laughter dominated her lungs for much too long. I rolled off her, clutching my own stomach in joyous laughter.

"Third!" She managed to say finally, "Third! You are the best fuck I've ever had!"

"Oh yeah?" I said in disbelief as the last of my laughs made their way out.

"Dude, you made me cum just from penetration. You know what a feat that is?"

"Well, I'm a guy so... no..."

Her laughter began to die out, and after a few minutes of silent staring at each other, she scooted close to me, and embraced me.

"Thank you." She whispered into my chest.

"Of course." I whispered into her hair, planting a kiss there as well.

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December 15th 2018

I woke to a much too cold, and a much too broken bed. I looked around for Bella, but she was nowhere in sight. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and wandered into the bathroom. On the toilet was a sheet of paper.

I picked it up and read:

Good Morning!

That was the MOST fun I've ever had with someone. Sorry to kum&go, but I shouldn't even have ever been here...

I promise that Round Two will be SO much more fun, because next time, I'm pretty sure you'll recognize me. :)

I love you SOO much,

Bella xOxOXoXo

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June 11th 2050

"Couple things..." Bella said, leaning back in her chair, placing her feet up onto my desk. "First, you named your daughter after someone you had sex with once?"

"No, my WIFE named you Isabella, and I strongly encouraged her to reconsider."

"Is that when you found out it was me?"

"No, of course not. For one, time travel didn't exist in '24 when we had you, so that was out of the question. I just thought it was an awkward coincidence."

"When did you find out?"

I leaned back in my chair and pointed to the candid picture of her on my bookshelf, wearing a yellow t-shirt, brown shorts and sunglasses. "It's the same outfit you wore then..."

"Huh..." She trailed off. "Guess I kinda only have like 12 outfits."

"That's not when you did it though..." I said, turning back to face her.

"Uh-uh. I did it last Friday."

I stared at her. She stared back.

"Why?" I asked.

"I told you." She stood up and slowly walked around to my side of the desk. "I want it..." She squatted down in front of me, running her hands on my thighs. "And I will NEVER regret it..." I looked down into her eyes. Her lips slightly parted and her head tilted to the side. It was a sight I wasn't sure I'd ever see again...

"So... Round Two?" I asked.