My mini road trip or adventure as I like to call it, seems to be taking forever. I have been waiting for what seems like forever for these twenty-four hours. I'm sure it's the anticipation, the excitement, and yes because it's me, nerves because I never do things like this.
Of course there is fear looming all around any other emotions racing through me. I know people meet other singles online every day, in fact I have quite a few times before. I just have never driven four hours before to meet them, so it feels a bit strange, maybe even desperate. However, every moment of apprehension is met with a memory from our marathon phone conversations and of course the lyrics.
Jax is a musician/songwriter and has sent me lyrics he's written about us. Not the lovey dove words that most women would swoon over, but lustful, erotic scenes that make me personally melt, probably in a puddle of my own lady cum. A thought which makes me blush furiously. We hit almost every topic we can think of; childhoods, our jobs, friends, exes.
We can even discuss the taboo; religion, politics, and yes of course sex. He is so sexually grounded. He knows exactly what he likes, what he wants and makes no apologies for it. That is definitely a quality that has attracted and intrigued me about him from the start.
I am definitely not the Virgin Mary by any means; I've had my share of sexual experiences, and they were usually with men I've dated for an acceptable amount of time, my brain flashes to memories of the couple of alcohol hazed one nighters that I can't ever seem to erase from my brain. Even so, every experience was okay, and exciting in its own way.
I'd have to say, if I'm truly honest with myself I'd have to admit they were all damn boring, but I have a mammoth sized libido I'd like to keep intact just in case I finally find the man that is always represented in my fantasies. He is usually masked by my celeb-boyfriend of the week and always does the vilest and most dominating things my mind can conjure up.
In fact, I know if it weren't for the strict moral code engraved on the steel chastity belt placed so carefully on my conscious by my bible thumping parents, I'd be the most popular hooker in the red light district.
I start thinking about Jax and I fucking over a pool table after he reddened my ass with pool cue for not winning the pool game. Of course he's deliciously laid out the plot points in a song he wrote for me called "Play for Punishment". My naughty mind is just taking it to the next level. I can't help but squeeze my thighs together to help the building pressure down below. I'm not wearing any panties under my black cotton dress and I know the upholstery of my car seat is paying the price.
The smell of my juices is quite abundant which is not helping my body's neediness. Thank God for Marlboros and body spray to keep the muskiness from clinging so obviously to my dress. I know I'm going to sleep with Jax, it's pretty much a given with the way our conversations have been going, not to mention the chemistry he and I produce through the phone. We have so many things that we want to explore that we figured we would need a full day, to even begin to touch on them all.
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"So you gonna fuck her Jax?" Shane asked, as he cracked a peanut shell on his glass, popped the tiny morsel into his mouth, and washed it down with a swig of dark beer.
I stared into my Jack and Coke, watching the ice cubes twirl as I spun it slowly in my hand. "Probably." I said. "I guess that's always the plan, right? But I really think there's something different about this one."
"I've heard that before." He said, as the cute little bartender in the short skirt set a couple of shots on the bar in front of us. "Remember what I told you man. They're all sluts. They've only got one thing in mind, and that's your dick slamming into their twat."
"I don't know about all that." I said. "Especially not with this one, I mean I'm pretty sure she wants me after all we've talked about, but she's definitely got something real about her."
He hesitated for a moment as he pushed one of the shot glasses toward me. "Promise me one thing." He said. "You'll at least make her give you some good noggin."
I lifted my shot. "Well, her name is Briana Jordan. She does have the right initials for it."
"To hot bitches and blow jobs." He said, as our glasses clinked.
My mind kept spinning on the way home. Partially due to the alcohol coursing through my veins, and the bright sun shining in my window, but mainly because of the anticipation of meeting Briana for the first time.
I usually don't get nervous about this kind of thing. Although, it's true that you can never know what to expect when you meet a girl online, Briana was just so easy to talk to.
She seemed to be a lot less innocent than she gave herself credit for, but I guess that's one of the things I was initially attracted to about her, that and the fact that we've been completely honest with each other about our sexual feelings.
I was starting to feel my balls tingle as I rounded the corner to my house, and the truth was. I knew we had a deep connection and I definitely wanted to throw her a bone.
During one of our most recent conversations she mentioned that she might be a bit nervous when we met. So I promised her I just would bend her over my kitchen table the minute she walked in my door, to eliminate the need for nervous chatter. She seemed totally fine, if not excited about that.
As I pulled into my driveway I was excited to finally meet her, but all I could picture was lifting that little black dress.
I hadn't even killed the engine yet, when I saw her pull in behind me.
She looked stunning as she stood there innocently, holding her the handle of her overnight bag in both hands, as her long blonde hair blew in the wind. I guess my neighbor must have thought so too, because he ran over a small bush with his lawnmower.
When it became a reality that she was finally standing right in front of me, all of the great conversations we had up until this point were swirling through my head, but for some reason, at that point, I was drawing a blank. She appeared just as humble as she was beautiful, and just as bashful as she was witty.
"How was your trip?" I finally managed, after we both lit a cigarette with her pink little lighter.
Her voice was even sexier than it had sounded on the phone, and after a few minutes of small talk, I took her in my arms, planted a kiss on her soft lips, and then invited her inside.
I took her bag from her and tossed it next to my table which was right inside the door, and I spun her around with the fingers of one hand woven between hers, and the other gently urging her forward.
She bent at the waist, and I nudged her feet with mine, forcing her legs apart. Then I lifted her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties.
My heart was racing full speed in my chest, and my cock was already stiff.
