Lately everything seems to be headed in some kind of downward spiral. My fiancΓ©e just left me for reasons that I'll probably never figure out. She said that she needed some time to herself, and that she needed to put things into perspective. Who knew that breaking up would be so hard?
The one thing that seems to never change, and tends to always bring a smile to my face, is talking to Jodi. We met under somewhat strange circumstances, but I am extremely happy that we did! She edited a story that I wrote for Literotica, and our friendship took off from there. She was always so easy to talk to, and she seemed to understand everything. Most importantly, she was there in my most desperate time of need; the breakup with my fiancΓ©e.
We talked quite a bit on love and loss, sometimes tending to spend a lot of time on love. I just needed her support, and she was always there when I needed her. As we grew closer, we felt the urge to finally meet each other.
The urge was all but weak and I made plans to fly to New Jersey for a week. Little did we know, but this would be the week that would change our lives forever.
Jodi was an extremely sweet and caring person. Her whole attitude towards everything seemed to always make me smile, whether I felt like it or not. She was 22 at the time, and I found her quite attractive. Her almost black hair just barely touched her shoulders, and one could get lost looking into her eyes.
I stepped off of the plane and instantly recognized her from a photo that she had sent through email. She wore a black skirt with heels and a white button-down blouse. It was all we could do to just embrace. The feeling of embracing someone again was amazing, and it never occurred to me just how much my life lacked in that aspect.
The ride to her place took no time at all. We talked about all that we would do that week, where all the good places are to eat, and the fact that we had been so lonely. I was 19 then, so we could go out drinking, but I would have to stick with Coke. She had a small but cute apartment that she rented alone. It was a one bedroom, but the sleeping arrangements were with her on the bed, and me on the couch.
We didn't feel like going out that night, so we figured Chinese take-out would do. We were lost in conversation for hours it seemed. I think we covered just about everything that had ever happened in our lives on that couch. We talked about sex and what we liked and disliked, though she seemed a little shy. I finally got the nerve to kiss her on the cheek...the rest is history.
"Oh, I wasn't expecting that," she blushed.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't..." I started but was interrupted by the softness of