I met a friend over the internet; I was happy and excited to be talking with someone new. He asked me if I’d take a look at an erotic story that he had written and give some helpful advice about it. This made me happier to help a fellow author with some writing. Though I consider myself to still be a novice in my own writing skills, I’ve always had an eye for catching certain mistakes others make while writing, and I took on the project with zest.
After speaking with him a couple of times about the story, that initial formalness that people have when first beginning a friendship eased, and we began to speak more on a personal level. We talked about ourselves, what we do, where we live, you know the normal things people talk about. I found that every time I read a letter from him I liked him just a little bit more.
A couple of months into our friendship I got a letter that shocked me. In the letter he asked if it would be alright for him to fly to the states and see me. I have inherited one of the unfortunate stereotypes of being a child born in Generation X, practical thinking. The thought of his spontaneous ness frightened me, though there was something in me that kept saying, “Just do it Jessi! It’ll be fun.” I wrote him back with my concerns:
“David,
I’m not sure if that would be the right thing to do. I mean, we only just met a few months ago, and I don’t see how you or I could know each other well enough for you to just up and leave Australia to come to Missouri.”
I sent the note and waited anxiously for his reply. In my nervous condition it seemed as though the note took ages to appear in my inbox, though it was really only a matter of minutes. I opened it and read:
“But Jess, that’s just it. How could we get to know each other unless we meet? Yeah talking over the net is fine, but it’s better to see the person face to face.”
I sighed deeply at his reply and got up to go get another cup of coffee, instead of answering his response. I really needed more time to think about this, but I knew that if I didn’t respond to him quickly then he’d probably think me rude. I sat down, sipping my hot coffee as I looked at the black words printed on the screen. That little part of me started pushing again, “come on Jessica, you know you really want to do this. You know you find it to be exciting. You need to do it, put some zest back into your humdrum life!”
I listened to my little voice and punched the reply button on the computer.
“Okay, fine, let’s do it then. When could you be here?”
Again, I waited nervously; he responded that he could take a vacation in a week. We set it up to where I’d meet him at the Kansas City Airport a week from Friday.
I was on pins and needles waiting the day that I would meet him for the first time. I couldn’t help thinking to myself that I had made a mistake in inviting this man that I really didn’t know to my own home. I knew even though we were going to be with each other for a week that this was still going to be a long distance relationship. He had priorities in Australia and me, here, in Missouri, so this short fling would not last. I also couldn’t help but think that maybe we wouldn’t like each other when we were face to face, and that his trip might be a wasted one. But through all this tribulations I was still very excited to see him and when the day finally arrived for me to pick him up I was the most excited that I had been in a very long time.
It took me most of the day to get ready. I soaked in the bath for an hour, and took another hour to fix my hair. I took special care to curl each one of my long red tresses, to give some bounce to my usually fine straight hair. It took me another half an hour to do my make-up. I gave special attention to my mouth and eyes, the two features I find to be my best. I made sure that the brown eye-liner curved around my slightly slanted cornflower blue eyes just right to give the allusion that they were bigger than what they really are. The light red lipstick I choose showed off the fullness of my lips, and the pout to my lower one quite nicely. It took me another hour to choose something to wear. I finally settled on a form-fitting light beige sweater, a pair of straight-legged jeans, and beige high heels. I stepped in front of the mirror to check myself. I nodded and smiled at my own reflection. The tight sweater, stopping right above the jeans, showed off my hour glass figure very well, and the heels gave my, normally five foot self, at least four more inches in height, in all I looked good.
I arrived at the airport early. I stopped in the coffee shop and got a mocha, and then went to find something to read while I waited for the announcement that the plane had arrived. While sitting in the terminal waiting area I looked at the novel that I had picked up. I couldn’t focus on it, I kept staring more at my watch, and decided that time had finally stopped. I glanced up and saw two men seated in the chairs facing me. They seemed to be together, probably taking a business trip, and they didn’t hide the fact that they were staring at me. I couldn’t hear what they were whispering about but their body langue let me know that it was about me. When one of the fellow’s eyes came into contact with mine, I smiled and nodded, then rolled my eyes and looked back down at my novel. It was not uncommon for me to receive this type of attention from the opposite sex, but I wished that these men could have been a little more secretive for their apparent lust towards me, especially today. I was too nervous to endure the natural behavior of men.
I practically jumped when I heard the oh-hum voice of the announcer come across the speakers indicating the flight to Kansas City from Australia was unloading. I made my way to the gate and held my breath. I watched as people got off the flight, some going straight to pick up their luggage, others finding people they were suppose to meet. I began to get dishearten when the number of people began to slow down. I thought maybe he had decided not to come, but finally there he was the last person off the plane. I was stuck, I didn’t know whether to run up to him or wait. He spotted me and began to walk towards me. I felt my knees give out as I played it off with a big smile. My heart pounded, and my head became dizzy from the excitement and the fear of seeing him in person. I couldn’t look at him directly, so instead I looked up at his dark hair, and I figured it would at least give the allusion that I was looking directly at him.
When he came within arms length, he scooped me up into his arm giving me a big hug. I hoped he didn’t feel my heart pounding hard in my chest as I hugged him back and gave a little giggle at the strength in which he hugged me. He broke the hug and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed with a mixture of embarrassment and sexual desire that was starting to build in me from seeing this handsome man in person for the first time. He moved away from me, holding me at arms length, like a father would, and looked me up and down which made me blush more. He gave a low whistle and a slight movement of his eyebrows let me know that he approved of what he saw.
“Wow Jessi! You look great!”
I giggled again. I’ve always hated the fact that I giggle. It seems so childish to me, but when I’m nervous I can’t help it.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.”
He nudged my chin with his fingers and winked. This caused another giggle and I looked down now in embarrassment from giggling so much.
“Shall we go get my bags?”
I looked back up, relieved that he ignored my embarrassment and nodded my head. We went and grabbed his luggage and started heading for the car in silence. But it was a comfortable silence unlike most quietness between two people that have met for the first time.
When we got into the car he clapped his hands down on his knees and turned to me smiling.
“So what’s the plan?”
“Well, I figured that you’d be rather tired after all the flying so I’ve decided to take you back to my house and make dinner for you. Instead of trying to fight the crowds to go out.”
“That sounds great. I am a bit tired.”
“Well I’ll tell you what then. While I’m preparing dinner you can take a nap. Restore your energy.”
“Yes, looking at you I figure I’m going to need all the energy I can get.”
I playfully slapped his hand, “Oh stop!”
The airport is an hour away from where I live and we spent the drive in that comfortable silence. He watched the scenery, though there really isn’t much to look at, and he controlled the radio. He flipped through the FM channels until he found a song he was interested in and then turned the radio up full blast.
When we pulled up in my drive I looked at him. I could tell he was tired, his eyes drooped, and his mouth turned in. I smiled; he was cute when he was tired.
“Well, you ready to take that nap now?”
“Most definitely.”
We entered the house and he went straight for the couch. I gathered up extra blankets and pillows and tucked him in. He smiled as he watched me busy myself with making him comfortable. Once I was sure I had done a good job I lifted up and looked at him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down towards him. He kissed me more passionately than I was expecting. My first reaction was to pull away but I fought it off and returned the kiss. I broke it and pulled back smiling.
