Sunday, May 23, 2004
story time (part 1)...
Coffee House
They spoke easily, their flowing e-mail exchanges morphing effortlessly into hours of live conversation, full of smiles and laughter. She wondered why she had been so nervous on the way to the rendezvous, especially since she had convinced herself that they were simply two e-mail buddies finally meeting in person.
The truth was, it wasn’t their first meeting, though it had been years since they had last seen each other. Despite her conscious convictions, the whole evening had a date-like feeling to it.
As the night, and the coffee house, drew to a close, they moved outside. Her car sat in front of the coffee house, standing mute witness to the conversation that didn’t want to end. Finally she checked her watch, noting it was after midnight. She sighed sadly.
“I have to go. I have to be at work tomorrow morning by 9am.”
He nodded, then looked slightly sheepish. “You know, I have to be honest.”
Uh oh, she thought. She looked down at her shoes. How many times in the history of the world have those words heralded good things? Not many, she was willing to wager.
He continued. “I never thought I’d be attracted to a BBW. But I am attracted to you. Very much so.”
Her eyes raised to meet his, her wonder no doubt reflected in their wide dark depths. He stepped closer, moved his lips to hers, and sweetly, gently, gave her the most tantalizing, most exciting first kiss she’d ever had. It was the sort of first kiss that every girl imagined, the sort that haunted a woman’s dreams for years. She had no choice to but to respond in kind. Her arms reached up around his neck as his encircled her waist.
They stood that way for many minutes – holding one another, chatting a bit more, kissing a little longer with ever growing passion. Despite her earlier intentions, she didn’t walk through her front door until sometime after 1am, her fingers lightly touching her still tingling lips as a thrill ran through her entire body. Even more minutes passed before a satiated sleep claimed her.
to be continued…
They spoke easily, their flowing e-mail exchanges morphing effortlessly into hours of live conversation, full of smiles and laughter. She wondered why she had been so nervous on the way to the rendezvous, especially since she had convinced herself that they were simply two e-mail buddies finally meeting in person.
The truth was, it wasn’t their first meeting, though it had been years since they had last seen each other. Despite her conscious convictions, the whole evening had a date-like feeling to it.
As the night, and the coffee house, drew to a close, they moved outside. Her car sat in front of the coffee house, standing mute witness to the conversation that didn’t want to end. Finally she checked her watch, noting it was after midnight. She sighed sadly.
“I have to go. I have to be at work tomorrow morning by 9am.”
He nodded, then looked slightly sheepish. “You know, I have to be honest.”
Uh oh, she thought. She looked down at her shoes. How many times in the history of the world have those words heralded good things? Not many, she was willing to wager.
He continued. “I never thought I’d be attracted to a BBW. But I am attracted to you. Very much so.”
Her eyes raised to meet his, her wonder no doubt reflected in their wide dark depths. He stepped closer, moved his lips to hers, and sweetly, gently, gave her the most tantalizing, most exciting first kiss she’d ever had. It was the sort of first kiss that every girl imagined, the sort that haunted a woman’s dreams for years. She had no choice to but to respond in kind. Her arms reached up around his neck as his encircled her waist.
They stood that way for many minutes – holding one another, chatting a bit more, kissing a little longer with ever growing passion. Despite her earlier intentions, she didn’t walk through her front door until sometime after 1am, her fingers lightly touching her still tingling lips as a thrill ran through her entire body. Even more minutes passed before a satiated sleep claimed her.
to be continued…
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