It's a little past 7AM, and I've been up for an hour and a half. I'm shaved and showered. I've looked at my watch a thousand times in the last twenty minutes. The anticipation is killing me. I've never been a nervous person, but my hands are shaking, and on top of that, they're a little moist with perspiration. I've waited months for this very moment, and now that it's here, I'm sitting on the end of the bed wondering how the next hours will play out. I've gone over this hundreds of times in my head. I've made love to you thousands of times in my thoughts. My fantasies are vivid and life like, but now that you're within minutes of fulfilling them, I can't keep a thought straight in my mind. I'm so nervous I can't make eye contact with myself in the mirror.
I walk to the window and look out. It faces the parking lot and I begin to scan the cars as they arrive. Is that one her, I think. Is that one? No, it's just someone turning around, damnit! You've told me what you drive and I'm on the look out for it. I look at the vehicles already parked. I move from one to the next. There are dozens of them out there. I don't see anything that resembles what I think I'm looking for. I look at my watch again. I begin making excuses for you. it's a long drive, I say. The weather is not too good, I say. Maybe she changed her mind, I say. Maybe she's realized that this is too dangerous for the both of us, I say.
I hear the elevator door open in the hallway. I've heard that sound all night and all morning. It's almost a background noise now. It's a nagging muzac. I move to sit back on the bed again when I hear the knock. It's not quite forceful but it's not a weak one either. I spring to my feet and cover the distance from the bed to the door in three steps. I look through the peep hole and I can see a shadow off to the right, and just the tip of a bare elbow and a part of brown bag that's obviously hanging from a shoulder.
I take a deep breath and hold it. I pull the door open and there you are, In the flesh. Finally! You center yourself in the open doorway. I'm supposed to be the confident one and yet you look completely unfazed by what we're about to do. You have a cup of coffee in each hand. Milk no sugar, you say, as you hand it to me. You walk past me as I stare at you like a mental patient who has just gotten his morning dosage.
You drop your purse on the end of the bed and put your coffee on the desk and turn back to look at me. My knees have officially gone on vacation and buckle slightly. I've stared at your pictures for months but you're staggeringly beautiful. I feel like I've cheated life by just being within feet of you.
You smile and move towards me. I feel the urge to grab you and squeeze your breath out of you, but I can't command my limbs to move. You open your arms and step into me, your body melting into mine. You rest your head on my chest and I can smell your hair. I bury my nose in it. I finally get my arms to move and wrap them around you. You look up at me now, your green eyes piercing and peering into mine.
"Hey!" is all you say.
Finally, I detect the first sign of your nervousness. While I'm looking at your face I see a slight quiver in your lips. Is it fear? Is it excitement? I see your eyes become watery, dewey. A tear begins to form in the outside corner of your left eye. What?, I ask you. You don't answer, instead you reach up with your lips. I move mine to meet them. When they meet, the sensation is indescribable. Soft, sincere, pleasant, pleasing, erotic, sensual, all words that come into my mind. The kiss is long and deep. Immediately I know it's been worth every second I've spent waiting for it. Our tongues spiral into and around each other's. I pull you towards the bed, and you put one knee up on the end of it, all the while, never breaking out first kiss. You nibble on my lower lip and wrap your arm around my waist and fall backwards, using this momentum to pull me down with you. We land side by side. The light from outside, makes just enough illumination to make the room sexy. It also lets me see your face. But more importantly, I see your eyes. They look at me and tell me you feel safe with this. With me. You touch my face with your fingertips. My cheek gets warm from your touch. Your head rests in the crook of my shoulder. We are smoldering together. The heat of the moment has both our hearts pounding. We are consumed by it. We begin the dance of love. Where it ends, well, right now, I really don't care. The fact that it got to this point is all that matters to me. I make a promise to myself to remember everything that happens over the next few hours so that I can return to any point of this morning in the future and remember the sensations, the feelings, the sounds, the way you smell, and taste. This is so good. This is so wrong. This is so right. The regret would have been not getting here.
"Hey!" I say back to you as we sink into the bliss of energy and sex. Energy and sex and love, and not in any particular order.
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