For my muse...
Where do we begin tales of the unbelievable? In the beginning, with the believable, I suppose.
He met her on the Internet, the preferred communication of the new world, connecting all corners of the planet, all manners of being.
They had a lot in common and shared a juvenile, silly and depraved a sense of humor. They both liked similar books and food. In her opinion, your passion for those two things where indications of the state of your soul, being the two most important place you could consume from, your mouth and you mind.
They chatted for a while, had lots of cyber sex. He liked the way her lids closed half way when she came. She liked the way his breath sounded over the microphone. She would close her eyes and pretend he was there.
Eventually, they got to the point where it was time to meet. He was excited, she was excited, too, but reluctant. He worried that she wasn’t as available as she said. She wasn’t attached, but she was keeping a secret, and she didn’t want to hurt him.
But she wanted him so bad.
Then it happened, she flew to him and they met.
He asked if he should pick her up from the airport, she told him not to worry about it.
“It’s taken care of”
“Are you sure?” He asked.
Honestly, he had a little scenario all planned out in his minds eye. Picking her up at the airport, watching her get off the plane, smothering her with kisses and big hugs. His plan was already starting to fall apart, before it even began. He felt the first twitters of panic begin in his stomach.
“Lets just pick a place and time to meet. I’ll be there.”
He was uneasy with her mystery, but let it go. He was using the bad judgment we all use when we are eager for something. They set up the specifics, and both counted the days till they would meet.
He tried on seven outfits the morning she was supposed to arrive, and felt like a girl. He giggled at himself; he was excited.
She splashed on perfume she hadn’t used in a very long time. It was the scent she liked for sex. It was sweet and spicy, laced with Bergamot and Vanilla and something else. That “something” else was a scent that no one else but she could recognize. It was the smell of her lust, musty and heady and sweetly rank the way decaying autumn leaves are.
He walked into the bar at the specified time. It was small and not very trendy, but it was quite. Not necessarily a place to impress, but a place to talk and get to know someone. He was really nervous. It was so strange meeting someone after you have developed a relationship on the Internet. Sometimes the chemistry that was so strong over a cyber connection just seemed to disappear in person. He hoped that wasn’t the case, he wanted her so bad. Not just for sex, but truly wanted her. He wanted to have her, possess her, and incorporate her into himself. He tried not to think about it, it scared him.
There she was, standing right inside the door. She was taller than he expected, and somehow her presence was bigger than he could have imagined. She just drank up the room around her. Her smile was big and warm and very, very inviting. His heart literally melted when he saw that smile. But the panic in his belly flared up, instinctually, and he dismissed it as nerves.
When she saw him she couldn’t help but to smile, inviting him to her. Her mind gushed all at once that he was lean and strong and handsome. But it was his eyes, deep and real, that made the panic in her belly flare. She lusted for him so badly it made her groin ache. She licked her lips, took a breath to calm the beast that rolled inside her, smiled and walked to him.
“Well, hello there, stranger” she cooed at him. Her voice made the panic swell in both of their bellies. It occurred to them both at the same instant that this was for real. That was very scary to them both, but for different reasons.
“Well, hello there” he responded. He reached out and hugged her, pulling her close to him. All at once he was slapped with her smell. It was warm and subtle, but the effect was like a blow. It made him drunk and light headed, and as much as he wanted too, he couldn’t concentrate of what she felt like.
Upon his embrace, her body tensed and her eyes closed and rolled back into her head. He was warm, so warm. She was but inches from his neck. She imagined that she could hear his heart beat, feel the blood rushing in his body, pulsing with each beat of his strong and true heart. She couldn’t stop herself from nuzzling his neck more and laying her moist mouth onto its nape, giving a little soft kiss.
Her kiss cleared his senses immediately. His fuzzy drunkenness was replaced by an ache so bad that he caught himself clenching his fists at her back, stopping himself from grabbing onto her and forcing his possession right now. Panic flooded over him almost as violently as his lust. What the hell was she doing to him?
She could sense his thoughts as if he had said them. She couldn’t let him go now, now that he was so close, his neck but two inches from her face, warm and real.
“Lets not stay here,” She whispered into his ear, her breath and suggestion giving him an erection. He knew she could feel it, but didn’t care.
“Where do you want to go?” he managed to get out, needing to clear his throat. He was having a problem thinking about anything else but being inside of her. He wasn’t good at multi-tasking.
“Ummmm…” she practically groaned. “Anywhere, I don’t care, I just need to be with you.” She whispered again. Her breath on his ear and neck where driving him crazy, impairing his judgment. “Can we go to your house? Is anyone there?”
He assumed that at some point they where going to make it back to his place, so he made arrangements with his roommate.
“Yeah.” he consented. “Yeah, we can go there.” His voice was eager and unfocused; all he could feel was her body and her breath. Small whiffs of her scent kept assaulting his senses. It drown out the panic growing in his belly, born from that vestigial place that recognized the lion in the brush when your five senses couldn’t perceive him, but the fine hairs on the back of your neck knew he was there.
“Where is your car?” She spoke a little louder now, and he turned his head to look her in the eyes. They were like none he had ever seen before, heavy lidded, darkly lined and so intense they almost glowed. He could barely respond under her gaze. It demanded all of him.