She had a Playboy bunny tattooed on her hip. It was one out of several that adorned her body, but it was that one that best defined her, not because of her being evil or nasty to people did she call herself Bad Little Bunny.
H. referred to herself that way because of the many nasty thoughts and fantasies that flew through her head on a daily basis.
She had a long distance relationship with benefits with M. Most evenings she could be found on her bed and on the phone with him. Phone sex was the game they played and both were content to keep things limited to that activity.
But there was genuine affection between them regardless of the miles that separated them.
It happened that, one snowy and icy day, M. was walking to the grocery store when he hit a patch or black ice. He flew head over heels, breaking both his leg and arm.
He was rushed to the hospital where he stayed several days. H. went a little crazy without hearing his voice or his passionate moans. She decided to call call; at first her calls went to his voice mail until his mailbox became full with messages from her, some of which were recorded orgasms to let him know she missed him.
Thoroughly frustrated, she decided, "Enough of this bullshit," and decided to do what she hadn't done these past several years. She'd confront him head-on, face-to face, so she booked a flight to his hometown and then took a cab to his home.
H. didn't quite know what to expect. She'd become obsessed thinking and worrying about him and her thoughts ran the whole gamut of fear, anger and, yes, passion about what might lie ahead. Was M. shunning her because he wanted to end the relationship? Maybe, she thought in her wildest and most disturbing fantasy, he might even be lying dead in his home.
Snow from a recent blizzard was still on the ground and it crunched noisily beneath her feet as she made her way around the daunting snow mounds. Edging up as close as she dared, she tried in vain to look in the window but it was covered with a lacy covering of frost.
They had often thought about the various scenarios involved in actually meeting in the flesh as sure-fire fantasy material that would easily get them to the point of mutual masturbation. In the past H. had wondered if her first passionate kiss with him would be in an airport? Maybe a prearranged meeting in a hotel at a tropical vacation destination? It sounded good to them both when she brought it up. Never did in her wildest imagination, neither did she think she'd be skulking around his house struggling to see him through his icy windows. Her heart was racing and she felt a bit ill before she screwed up her courage and rang the doorbell. She waited on his frozen doorstep brushing the snow off of her boots until she heard the door's locks being opened.
When the two saw each other, they both registered complete amazement at what was standing there before them. He couldn't believe that she was standing there right in front of him and she couldn't believe that he was in his pajamas and robe, sitting in a wheelchair with casts on his arm and leg.
"What?" he said in stunned amazement, not able to find his voice.
"I was worried when I didn't hear from you and...."
"Well, don't just stand there in the cold, come in."
"You mean you're not angry?"
"Get over here." And when she did, they kissed long and deeply for their very first time.
He grudgingly broke the deep kiss and hung her coat in a closet as she took off her boots.
"I was just going to make tea..Do you want some?"
"I'd love some. You have a nice house," she exclaimed looking around her.
"And in case you're wondering about this...," he said, pointing to the casts on and he told her about his fall and hospitalization.
"You should have called."
"You're right. I should have, except that when I fell, I totaled my phone and couldn't get out to buy a new one. I haven't been out of the house for days."
