I haven't seen you in a few months… I guess that's to be expected when we live so far apart right now. I had always sort of scoffed when people would say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I wish now that I didn't understand it so well.
I'm convinced that the train is running as slowly as it can, and it feels like days have passed since I boarded. I know we're running at least an hour late, so I phone you to break the news.
One ring… two… three… and your voice mail picks up. "Hey, it's me," I say. "We're running at least an hour late… just thought I'd give you a heads up." I close my phone and stare out the window.
* * * * *
I awaken as I realize the train is coming to a stop. "Finally," I think to myself. I glance at my phone to check the time and notice that I have new voicemail. Since the train is underground, no point in trying to check it now.
I grab my bag from overhead and join the line waiting to depart the train. We inch forward, and finally I step off and make my way inside the station. Once inside, I get distracted looking for signs to my next train.
"May I help you with your bag, miss?" I head, accompanied by a hand at my elbow.
"Oh, no thanks," I say hurriedly. "But do you know where I can find the Metra gates?"
"Well, I think I can help you with that. But I do need you to look at me first."
I turn slowly as I realize that the person I thought was a friendly station attendant is actually you. I drop my bag at our feet as a smile finds my lips.
"Er, sorry about that," I say, grinning. "I, uh, didn't expect to see you here!"
"Must not have gotten my message then, eh?" you laugh. "That's ok. I rather enjoyed your reaction this way. But, we do need to go catch our next train."
Picking up my bag, you lead the way through the maze, and soon we're on the next train, traveling back to your place. We ride in silence for a short while.
"Good trip out?" you ask, eager to break the silence.
"Yeah… we moved along pretty well. No major problems. Did you take off work to do this?" I ask.
"Sort of. No big deal. I wasn't going to get anything done waiting around anyway. Hey, how does a day at the coast tomorrow with some of my friends sound?"
"That's ... ok by me," I say, hoping the disappointment isn't too obvious. I'd sort of hoped to have you all to myself, but apparently that's not part of the plan.
"Hey," you say softly, resting your hand on my knee. "I have every intention of making this weekend spectacular and spending every minute alone with you that I can. It's just that my friends really want to meet you. I thought this might be a good compromise."
"It's ok," I say. "I'm just being selfish."
You reach to take my hand in yours, and we ride the rest of the way in silence.
"This is our stop," you say as you stand up. I follow you off the train and out to your car.
It's only a short drive to your house, and for some reason, my nervousness is all too apparent. I take a deep breath and try to calm down.
I follow you inside, and you show me to my room. Dropping my stuff, I sit on the edge of the bed and look up at you.
"I can't take this anymore," you say, closing the door to the room. You push me backwards into the bed and straddle my hips. You kiss my deeply, your hands grasping my shoulders and pushing me further into the bed.
My hands slide under your shirt and across your chest, forcing your shirt over your head and tossing it off to the side.
You pull back and slide my shirt up past my breasts. You lick the "v" of my cleavage, and use your hands to push my breasts together. You rub my nipples through the satin fabric, and squeeze each breast firmly.
I arch my back to allow you to unfasten my bra. You gently slide my shirt over my head, and then pull my bra off my shoulders. You lean down to suck one nipple, as you pinch the other, motions which cause me to gasp for breath.
You move to stand at the edge of the bed, and unzip your pants. As they fall to the floor, you stand in front of me, and assist me in removing mine. You direct me to move so my hips are at the edge of the bed, directly in front of you.
Your cock is already hard. And you rub yourself against me. I spread my legs and give you a completely clear view of my waiting pussy.
You plunge inside me, pushing in deep. You reach up to grasp my breasts, and move your hips to slowly inch out of me. You enter again, and my pussy tightens around you.
Fucking me slowly, you continue to grasp my breasts and you bury your face in my chest. My fingers tangle in your hair, and I moan as you push deeply into my cunt.
You quicken your pace, and you are fucking me hard and deep now. You nip at my nipple, and waves of pleasure course through my body. I feel my orgasm building as your cock slams into me.
Gripping my breasts, your muscles tighten and I feel you cumming inside me. As your orgasm subsides, mine bubbles over, and my pussy clenches around your cock.
You collapse on top of me, and kiss my neck softly. After a moment's rest, you move to lay beside me. You turn my head to look at you.
"I've missed you," you say quietly.
"I've missed you more," I smile.
We pause in silence for a few minutes before you stand up to redress. "Dinner in an hour?" you ask. "Gives us both time to shower and change and such. You're welcome to go first – I've got a few things I need to do."
Nodding my agreement, I stand up to gather my shower stuff and clothes for the evening. You leave the room, and I head to the shower.
* * * * *
I find my way back to the living room and take a seat on the couch. I must have dozed off, because you're touching my arm and saying, "April …"
I open my eyes and you say, "We can stay in tonight if you'd rather … you're obviously tired."
"How early are we starting tomorrow?" I ask.
"I just said I'd call whenever we got up and that we'd go from there."