"I am going to be there in about ten minutes. Are you ready?" Lee asked Dan.
"I am already here and waiting. It will be good to finally see you, love." They hung up on that note, Lee putting her phone into her coat, Dan putting his into his shirt pocket.
The ten hour Greyhound trip was exhausting, but she was looking forward to seeing Dan. They had been talking for about a year and a half and they finally decided the meet for the first time.
She loved him very much and wasn't sure how to tell him. He was so shy to her and standoffish when it came to revealing his feelings to her knowing that she had issues. She was a cold and emotionless woman, but she was a good person with a good heart. She knew he was going to be shy and withdrawn until he got to know her better personally. At twenty-four being a virgin wasn't a big deal to him, but she couldn't figure him out.
After all, how could he have withstood for so long? She just didn't understand him.
The bus pulled in and she jumped up before it stopped, hoping to catch the first glimpse of him. She could make him out, in the shadows, like he was trying to keep from making waves. His eyes brightened when he saw her. She sighed when she saw him. He was more handsome than he let on. His pictures did no justice to him. His dark skin looked so tasty to her, his eyes deep chocolate brown, penetrated her. He had cut his hair short even though she told him she wanted to run her fingers in it.
His heart was beating at light speed at the sight of her. She was glowing with excitement and anticipation. She slowly started to him and quickly began running. In her haste she forgot her baggage, but all that seemed to minor to her now that she was with him.
She smelled like musk and the scent drove him wild with lust for her. He stepped away slightly but she noticed and frowned a bit. He looked in her blue eyes and couldn't move.
"I am sorry, Lee. I just don't know what to do or to say. This has been such a long time coming and I am just to nervous."
"Don't be, love. We have four days. That is all we need."
He finally smiled and she took his hand. He grabbed her bag and she held onto him so tightly. He felt so right to her. So perfect.
His mind swam as he walked with her. He didn't know what to do. Would she want to talk all week? Would she want him to touch her? Would she want to touch him?
What would he do if she wanted to make love to him? He wasn't sure what to do, in any case. She knew the things he didn't, but she didn't know love. How could he teach her love before she wanted to take him? It meant nothing to him if she wasn't serious about him and he wouldn't cheapen her by just fucking her. It had to be real for him. His first time and his first love had to be just that, love.
She thought about all the things that she loved about him. His hand in hers made her feel so strong, his smile made her feel so weak. She wanted to take him so badly, to feel his ebony body pressed against hers in passion. She wanted to taste him. She knew that she had to be slow with him. It took a year for him to even admit that he liked her greatly. She smiled at his very words. Would he be angry if she kissed him when they got to his apartment? Would he let her caress him? Would he be receptive if she wanted to lie with him that night? How would she know if it was the right time to make love to him?
Even thinking "make love" seemed to strange to her. She was used to fucking and being fucked. He would be a whole new experience for her. How would she even begin to make love? Is it the same? Is it insanely different?
He saw her brow furrow and he kissed her there quickly. He looked at the ground as she watched him blush. Even with his dark tone, she could tell....he was oh, so shy with her. She thought to herself that she did love him. For once, she was going to be in love.
He took her to the elevator and motioned for her to enter. She grinned as she turned to him.
"Can you behave yourself?" She laughed when he said that, remembering their previous conversation. She had threatened to take him in the elevator and she had almost made her move, then decided against it with a giggle.
"Mmm, I will try, baby, but you look so good......" she moaned a bit at the idea of him over her, under her.
"Thank you, Lee. You look wonderful, yourself." Typical of him. He was always so understated when it came to how he felt. She held his hand as they arrived at the fifth floor. She sighed as she stepped out and waited for him to lead the way. He moved to the left and five doors down.
"The spartan palace, as promised." He moved to let her in and she had to be surprised at his home. Very simple and sparsely furnished it was. He had a single chair, a television, the basic kitchen doo dads, and a playstation. She smiled at that. His bedroom had no bed, he preferred to lie on the floor. She thought of her back, but shrugged. She didn't really care when she thought of whom she would be spending time with. After all, she didn't care about the silly things, just him. He could live in a hovel and she wouldn't care, he meant too much to her to see that.
"You weren't kidding about being simple. I figured you may have been kidding."
"I wouldn't lie to you. And here we are, Lee. What I have is yours."
"All I want is you. Nothing more." He stared at her blankly and she regretted it immediately. She made to apologise, but he took her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. They were so softly tender as they teased her with light touches. She ached for hard, fast kisses, but she held herself in check as he showed her how to love him.
Her hands held his thick body tightly as she moved her mouth against his. Dan let his hands settle on her hips as he fought with his desire and his morality. He wanted her so badly, but he had to show her there was more to life than frivolous fucking. She moaned to him and scratched at his back with the hopes that he would take her then. She froze in place as he moved away from her.
"Lee, please. I can't do this. It isn't right."
"I know. I know. I am so sorry."
"No, I should apologise. I knew how you would react and I shouldn't have done it."
"Please, you wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for me. Let's just drop it and move on?"
"Sure. Would you like to watch a movie?"
Three days went by and they had such a wonderful time. He was gracious and kind to her. He gave her space when she became lethargic and depressed. He knew she couldn't control it and he helped her as much as he could. She really loved him then. He said nothing, but seemed to know exactly what she needed. He wasn't perfect, but he was all she could ever ask for.
She didn't tell him how she felt. She kept it to herself and he, also, kept it inside. She didn't know how he felt, but she could accept that. After all, he was more unsure than she.
