I irritably flick the annoyingly thin pages of my magazine over for the twentieth time, hopelessly wishing I would find a riveting article that would last for half an hour. I had been staring out the window, lost in my own thoughts for a while, but then an old man sitting opposite me had said that ridiculous phrase – 'Cheer up, love, it's not the end of the world!' – and I had kind of lost interest, and resorted to a magazine I'd read over and over again. I leant my head back on the rest, and blew the strands of curly red hair off my forehead, letting them fall back on my ears. Staring at the faded blue ceiling of the train, I let my head roll to the side, and I gazed out of the grimy windows, my magazine just something for my fingers to fidget with now.
My thoughts led to Andy, the guy I was on my way to meet. We'd corresponded over the Internet for months, talked on instant messenger numerous times, many of those occasions getting us both aroused and ending in cyber-sex. Kind of ironic that I had had cyber-sex with so many guys I couldn't remember them all, but I was still a virgin in reality. I'd met Andy in a chatroom, I was bored one day and had decided to go and talk to people online, and ended up chatting to Andy.
That first conversation was really just about us, our looks, names, music tastes etc. He was 19, and I was just 18. I logged off, having added him to my instant messenger account, with my mind in a whirl; he was so similar to me in likes and dislikes I found it slightly hard to believe.
For example, music. We were both huge Queen fans, and liked some of My Chemical Romance, although preferring their old music, excepting the song Mama, although Andy had a soft spot for Cancer. We both thought Avril Lavigne had become pure teenage pop bullshit, and her old music was far more soulful – we both liked Van Morrison, Billy Idol, Kirsty MacColl – although we definitely differed when it came to Jim Croce. I thought he was great, but Andy viewed him as old-fashioned country style crap.
And here I was on my way to meet him. I'd met him before, he'd come down to where I lived for that, and we met in a coffee shop, just to get a drink and say hello. We'd clicked at once, and ended up exchanging a heated kiss as we parted, which I know could have grown into more, but I didn't want to just then, I needed to be certain that I wanted to lose my virginity to this man.
Over the next few months I grew more certain that he was the right guy, and he knew that I felt like that. When he suggested meeting again, I agreed instantly, and couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day.
And now, here I was, less than... God, ten minutes away now! How had the time gone so quickly? Had I really been daydreaming about Andy for that long? I felt myself give a little secret smile, and let my head roll back again. I could spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about Andy sometimes. I closed my eyes, and remembered an email he had sent me a few days earlier.
I can't wait until you come down; just the thought of seeing you has me touching myself at nightmare, imagining your tight, delicious pussy here with me, along with the most beautiful girl I've ever known. I imagine lightly holding your hip as I kiss you, sliding my hand across your stomach to the hem of your panties, just resting there for a moment, happy to wait for you. As our kissing gets more heated, our lips connected, tongues touching as we taste each other, an urge to discover your most secret taste overcomes me, and I let my hand slide underneath the cool material of your panties, kissing down your neck. I hear a soft moan emitted from those beautiful rosy lips, as my finger touches your pussy, caressing it as my lips draw ever closer. I catch your hardened nipple in my mouth, letting you feel my finger strongly pressing into your pussy as I softly suck on your nipple, feeling your ribcage rising and falling rapidly beneath my free hand and mouth. You hold my head to you, stroking my hair, running your fingers through it, as I taste you. I move away from your nipple, kissing it softly before moving down your body again, circling my tongue around your belly button as I slowly remove your damp panties from your body. You spread your legs, desperately caught in passion, needing my tongue and mouth to caress you, to grant your release as I swallow your come. I'm so ready to taste you now, my tongue creeping across the soft skin underneath your belly, so close now, your breathing coming so fast as my finger teases you, giving you pleasure but not enough pressure to grant you your exquisite release. My tongue gently brushes your clit, making you jump, and a low moan escape from your mouth. I love that sound, so my tongue reaches out again, touching your clit again, but you're ready for me, you won't be caught by surprise that way again. I groan, and slide my finger deep inside you, hearing you gasp, and tilt your hips up at my face, pushing into my face as I lower my mouth to your pussy, and lick slowly up and down, tasting you, your beautiful taste. I hear your breaths are becoming erratic, fast, hard, and I know you'll come soon. I withdraw my fingers, and quickly thrust my warm tongue up your dripping wet pussy, rewarded with a throaty cry, as you spread your legs even wider, and your hands hold my head to you as you come into my mouth. I lick every drop of your come off your pussy, cleaning you, before rising up and kissing you to pass on the taste.
Does that sound good to you? We'll have to find out when I see you, hmm?
Love you forever,
Andy.
I dwelt on his words, imagining how it would be if – when, it became a reality. I only had to close my eyes to see his face, the dark shaggy, unkempt hair falling constantly over liquid chocolate brown eyes, the kind of eyes you can't help but stare at. A strong face, very attractive to a girl like me, due to his high cheekbones and long eyelashes giving him a slightly feminine quality... very sexy, I thought, but I've always liked that look in guys.
Andy and I both looked very different. While he had very dark brown hair, mine was naturally red, and very curly, whereas his was just... shaggy. He was tall and strong, I was medium height and quite slim, but I was by no means very blessed in the breast area, they were a C cup, but didn't really look that size – a trait that has always considerably annoyed me. Andy seemed to like them though, when we kissed as we parted last time, his hand had made its way straight there, despite the fact we were at a train station and it wasn't exactly the most appropriate of places.
The cool female voice startled me out of my reverie, prompting me to thrust my magazine into my bag, and shrug it on to my shoulder as we neared my stop. I moved jerkily through the crowded seats, and succeeded in hitting several people with my bag as I went, quickly jumping off the train and taking a deep breath of fresh air... air which turned out to be thick with sweat and the sharp catch of cigarette smoke. I released the breath through my teeth, scanning the crowds for Andy, but unable to see him. Frowning, I looked again, taking a couple of steps forward and standing on tiptoe.
Just when I was starting to get a bit disconcerted, I felt a pair of strong arm wrap around me from behind, catching my fingers in his hands, and I leant backwards into them, laughing slightly.
'Hey, you.' His voice said affectionately. 'You thought I'd forgotten about you, hmm?'
'I wasn't certain.' I replied, smiling up at his upside down face as he squeezed my body before letting me go. Stepping back, he let his eyes roam up and down my body, a smile slowly curving his mouth. As his hand still loosely remained in mine, I tried to return his gaze, but couldn't help letting my eyes flick downwards and a childish pink blush appear on my cheeks.
'I like it when you blush,' he said softly, letting his hand escape my fingers to brush against my hot cheek. His cool touch brought butterflies soaring into my stomach, as he let his hand lift my chin, and his mouth touched mine. He gently touched the tip of his tongue to my lips, feeling me open them, entering me, tongues exploring, heat where he touched, his hand on my face, butterflies, heat engulfing us, alone in our secret world where it was just the two of us, the two of us kissing softly, alone and secret. Our eyes were closed as his warm mouth covered mine, our tongues dancing with each other and exploring.
'Excuse me? Sir? Miss?' A vague voice disturbed our respective reveries, as we slowly broke apart, my eyes still closed as I tried to hold on to the moment.
I felt Andy hustling me away, as he bent his head to whisper in my ear, 'I think that guy thought that we were about to get seriously inappropriate.'
I let out a slightly laugh, but the close proximity of his lips to my skin had me slightly breathless, as he clearly knew it, as I caught a glimpse of his eyes twinkling as he kissed my ear lobe, and bit it slightly, as he drew his arm around me and we carried on walking, starting to chat about nothing in particular.
I'm not really certain where exactly we were going, I think we were just wandering aimlessly when we came across a sweet little coffee shop. It was one of those old-fashioned ones that are cropping up all over the place, with a slightly Victorian air to it.
'Coffee?' Andy asked, nudging me and gesturing towards the place.
'That would be great... I'm thinking Mocha?'
'Oh yeah, you've mentioned Mocha coffees so much over the last few months! I should have come to meet you with one, hmm? Now, that would have looked all romantic and like I listened to you!'
