Back in his arms --a trip down Memory Lane
It has been three months since I last saw my lover, Curt. He came to Albuquerque to see me and I introduced him to a few of my friends. But that's Curt's story to tell.
So, here I am on an airplane headed for LA and a week of, what I know will be, incredible sex and lots of fun. I'm so excited about this trip that I'm worried I'll leave the seat wet for the next passenger on this plane. I'm trying to calm myself down with a walk down memory lane…
Curt and I met on my first day at college. I was eighteen and this was my first time living away from home. I was sitting outside my dorm room thinking about unpacking, and feeling a little lost, when this fantastic looking, and very well built, twenty-something guy walks into the courtyard below. "WOW!" is all that came to mind, and then he stops and looks up at me. "Hi, how's it going?" he said. "Um, OK I guess," was my less than stellar reply, and he walked on.
A few minutes later he sat down beside me. "Hi, I'm Curt," the hunk said.
"I'm Donna."
"Freshman?" he asked. I nodded. He looked into my room and asked, "Want some help unpacking?" Now, what girl in her right mind would refuse an offer like that? Not me!
So, we were unpacking my stuff and getting to know a little about each other. I'd finally relaxed and let my flirty side and warped sense of humor out, then he grabbed a box and opened it up…
"Mmmmmm… my kind of girl!" Curt said, and I turned around to find him holding up my lacy pink panties with the matching bra and garter. Well, once a guy has help you unpack your unmentionables; you're bound to become friends…
"Hello, this is your captain, please fasten your seatbelts as we begin our decent into LAX," a husky male voice interrupted my thoughts. "We have been approved for landing and will be at the gate in less than ten minutes."
My heart rate increased, in just a few minutes I'd be in Curt's arms again.
I remember the first time Curt took me into his arms…
We'd been flirting with each other all week, but had been busy with classes and dorm meetings, so hadn't been alone since he had helped me unpack on Sunday. He did, however, whisper in my ear at one of the meetings about his fondness for pink.