Reunion with My Married Ex-Girlfriend
"I need to buy some pads."
Miho said it the moment she climbed into the car.
"Huh? Is it that time of the month today?"
"No, soon. Probably tonight or tomorrow?"
"Then we'd better go get you some pads."
"Yeah, let's hit the mart."
"Ah! So… I can come inside today, right?"
"Heehee. Yeah! It's been forever since you'll get to cum in my pussy."
Even though Miho and I were fuck buddies, I tried not to finish inside her if I could help it. The first few times we slept together I came in her pussy and she took the morning-after pill, but she had a bad reaction to it, so after that I either pulled out or used a condom. Luckily she got so wet that a condom never really got in the way, and wearing one actually helped me last longer against how tight she was.
Now that summer break had started, Miho came out to see me every single day. Her work as a fitting model at the mall had picked up too; she was shooting three times a week now. On shoot days I drove over to pick her up near the store; on free days she either came to my office like today or I went and got her from her place.
"So that's why you've been so excited all day?"
My hand had already drifted onto her thigh without thinking. These days, the second she got in my car my hand just naturally found her bare thigh. She always wore short skirts, and just like we'd promised last time, she never wore panties.
She'd been waiting for me at the café near the office, and the whole way over to the car her steps had been light. The striped ribbed mini dress clung to her body so tightly that her breasts bounced with every little hop as she climbed in.
"Yeah! It's been ages! Don't you like cumming inside too, Oppa?"
Around me, Miho had stopped holding anything back. Maybe she was like that even when I wasn't around. The sexiest, most magnetic girl I'd ever met—that was Miho.
We did our shopping at the mart near my place. We grabbed her pads, and since I needed groceries anyway we filled the cart together.
"Doing this makes us look just like newlyweds, doesn't it? Like you just got off work and we're grocery shopping together. Heehee."
Miho was in such a good mood she kept laughing, tossing things into the cart because they were "good for you." I lived on microwaved ready meals, but she was so cute I just let her do whatever she wanted.
"Newlywed wife, try some dumplings!"
As we passed the frozen-food sampling station a middle-aged saleslady grabbed Miho's arm.
"Pardon?"
At first Miho didn't realize the woman was talking to her; only when the lady tugged her arm did she turn and ask.
"Perfect late-night snack with your husband, right? We're running a special today—buy one, get one free. Try them!"
The cheerful saleslady held out freshly pan-fried dumplings cut in half for both of us. Miho and I locked eyes and smiled.
"Let's grab a couple packs. We're out of late-night snacks at home anyway."
The moment I said it the lady lit up and pulled four packs of frozen dumplings off the shelf.
"Newlywed husband's got a big heart! Smart choice. They're great in the air fryer or steamed."
"Yes, ma'am. Hope you sell lots."
I loaded the packs into the cart and we moved on. Miho immediately pressed herself against my side again.
"Heehee, she called me a newlywed wife."
"Guess we looked like newlyweds to her."
"Other people probably think so too, right?"
"You're that happy just because some lady called you that?"
Being called a newlywed wife had clearly put Miho in an excellent mood.
"Yeah! These days only pretty girls get to get married. That means she thinks I'm pretty!"
She kept grinning ear to ear. Was being treated like a married woman at twenty-two really that great? With Miho practically floating ahead of me, we finished the rest of the shopping.
We'd just put a ready-made meal in the cart so we could eat dinner together when it happened.
"Oh?"
"Oh!"
A woman pushing a cart out of the fresh-produce section crossed our path, and a startled sound slipped out of both of us at the same time. She looked just as shocked to see me.
My ex-girlfriend.
We were both wearing masks, yet we recognized each other instantly.
She was the girlfriend I'd broken up with four years ago while I was still job-hunting. I'd heard she'd gotten married and become a mother. Sure enough, a little boy about three years old was riding in her cart.
"How… have you been?"
I should have just walked past like I didn't know her…
But we'd both recognized each other too clearly to pretend. She looked just as thrown by the sudden encounter; she gave an awkward little nod.
"Uh… yeah… long time no see."
"Yeah… long time."
"……"
"……"
After the stiff greeting, silence stretched between us. What was I supposed to say? Nice to see you? Cute kid? What are you doing here?
Even as a mother she still looked beautiful. Her bare face still had that clear, pure look in the eyes, and the silhouette under her maxi dress was exactly the same as when she'd been single. Even with the mask on, those eyes alone had been enough for me to know her at a glance.
"Who…?"
Miho was the one who broke the silence. She tugged my arm toward her, linked it with hers, and asked while watching me flounder.
"Ah… a senior from my department…"
"Oh… hello."
I mumbled something vague. It wasn't exactly a lie—she had been two years ahead of me in the same major. Miho still looked suspicious of my half-hearted answer, but she offered a shy greeting while pulling my arm even tighter against her side, never dropping her guard.
"Yes… hello… Your… girlfriend…?"
She returned the awkward greeting and looked at me.
"…… Yeah…"
"I see… You look happy…"
"…… Yeah…"
"…… I'm just looking for my husband, so… nice running into you…"
"… You too…"
She glanced between Miho and me and smiled—like she was glad things had worked out, like a weight had finally lifted off her shoulders. I managed a small smile back.
"… Take care…"
"… Yeah, you too…"
She pushed her cart past me. I stood there long after she'd gone. Miho gently stroked my back.
"That wasn't just some department senior, was it…?"
After we'd loaded the groceries into the back seat, Miho asked while buckling her seatbelt. She kept her tone casual, like everyday conversation, but she was clearly watching my face. I pushed my lips out, smacked them once, and nodded.
"… Yeah."
"You… broke up?"
She seemed full of questions about her. I looked at Miho and gave a small smile. She must have seen the bitter edge in it. I laced my fingers through her left hand and stepped on the gas.
Staring out at the road through the windshield, I started talking.
"We dated for about three years… Then we broke up while I was still job-hunting… About half a year later she got married… Since she was a senior I heard bits of news here and there, but this is the first time I've actually seen her since the breakup."
"Why'd you break up?"
"Well… back then I thought there were a bunch of reasons, but looking back it was really just one. I hadn't even landed a job yet, and she wanted to get married… In the end that was the biggest thing."
"I see… And after that you never dated anyone?"
"Not officially, no."
"Why? Because you couldn't forget her?"
"No… it wasn't that… I was just… busy. After the breakup I was still grinding for jobs… then once I got hired work kept me busy… so I just…"
It wasn't that I couldn't forget her. Hearing she was getting married had been a shock at the time, but time always heals those wounds. As the years passed she became nothing more than a good memory.
The whole drive home Miho stayed quiet. So did I. She just kept squeezing our laced fingers tight.
Even after we got home we only talked about ordinary things. We dumped the pre-prepped ingredients into a pot and ate stew together. After dinner she did the dishes while I brushed my teeth and turned on the baseball game. She grabbed a new toothbrush, brushed her teeth too, then came over, wrapped her arms around me, and sat beside me on the couch.
"…… I've only dated two guys so far."
"Hm?"
"Boyfriends. Only two."
"Ah… that's what you meant."
Once I understood the sudden remark I let out a soft laugh.
"I'm fine. I was just startled running into her out of nowhere."
I really was fine. There was nothing I could do about it now, and too much time had already passed. After a breakup, the only thing that needs to remain is the memory that you once loved someone. She was someone else's wife and a mother now; our paths simply hadn't been meant to go that far.
"It's all in the past. Just a memory now."
Miho said nothing. She only kept gently stroking my arm.