So, I met this guy online. Hold up, you're probably thinking, "Oh God, it's a Craig's list ad where she will end up getting brutally murdered and raped, in either order." No, it's not one of the cases. Although, the thought did come to my mind... I had never done anything like this before. I had always been a goody-two shoes and even the thought of going against my parents would make me cringe. But I was a teenager- doing crazy, insane things was a part of growing up.
Let's just call this guy I met Austin. I had met him after I went on this friend meeting app after my harsh break-up with my bitch-ass ex-boyfriend. I was a complete wreck, being that it was my first break-up from a long-term relationship. I needed someone to use as a rebound or a crutch. That sounds really bad just to use someone, I know, but Austin didn't turn out just being a crutch. Actually, the first time I broke up with my ex, I rebounded to this Algerian guy that texts me once in a while when he is single- even though he literally lives in Algeria.
Anyway, Austin and I began talking. Unfortunately, I was pretty young when I made the account. I figured that guys wouldn't want to talk to a girl that was my age, so I boosted up my age by a couple digits. I thought that it wouldn't matter because he would end up like the Algerian dude. We grew very close, though. He was incredibly sweet and hands-down the nicest person I had ever met. He was also extremely handsome. He was one of those undiscovered beauties in the world and I lucked out on talking to him. He was a brunette with brown eyes and wolverine like facial hair that makes me go wild. It's always saddening when he gets a haircut because his beautiful scruff is removed. There was a clear bond between us and that's when I realized I had to tell him my age. He was more puzzled when I told him, but honestly I don't think he minded. He said we'd work around that barrier.
That's when I decided there would be no barrier between us. I decided that I would invite him down to my place when my parents weren't home. It was dangerous and risky, but I trusted him enough to let him come over. My nerves were over the roof. We set a day in late June that we would meet.
It was the day of the meeting. I was running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off trying to clean and do my makeup all at once. My mom was a bit confused why I was going out of the way dusting, but she thanked me and took it as my deep desire to help her. Yeah, right. She left and went off to her 2nd shift job. I was trying to slow my rapid breathing, taking deep breaths in and slow breaths out. You know when people say they have butterflies in their stomach? My butterflies felt like a volcanic eruption of moths with rabies. It was part anxiety of meeting him for the first time, fear of getting caught, and nerves of potentially losing my virginity.
I finished cleaning up and doing my make-up and hair. I decided I didn't want to look fake and look like Kim Kardashian, so I pulled my hair back in a regular ponytail and only applied brown eyeliner and mascara on my eyes. My freckles stood out on my tan skin as well as my rouge cheeks. I had a light summer yellow sundress on that went down to my mid-thigh. I annihilated all the hairs on my legs and my "down-stairs" hair. I gave my vagina a pep talk about how it shouldn't act up and told it how it needed to be a lady when Austin arrived.
It was four o'clock. He was to be arriving at any moment. My armpits were getting sweaty from my anxiety and I quickly tried to cool them with an ice cube. I look out the window and I see the car he described to me at the curb. Breaths were coming in and out of me quickly. I rushed down the hallway stairs and before the door, I took a slow deep breath in and exhaled. I opened the door.
He leaned against the side of his car looking around and we made eye contact. A white tooth smile grew over his face. His facial scruff peppered his face and he wasn't wearing his glasses. He stood up and I quickly walked down the sidewalk where he welcomed me in his arms. He whispered in my ear when he held my waist, "You're so beautiful." I don't think anything ever felt more like home than that moment when he held me with the sun shining down us on that June day. When that moment ended, I looked up to his bright brown eyes and he said, "Hello."
I giggle to myself because I just realized we hadn't even greeted one another and I could have just ran into the arms of a potentially random stranger for all I knew. He rubbed his thumb on my cheek as held my face and I smiled, "Hi."
"I'm Austin," he said.
"Yeah, I kind of hoped so. I'm Florence," I replied.
"I kind of hoped so," he smiled wider, and so did I. We stood there for a second. It was slightly awkward, but all the same, it was completely natural. I backed up from him and cleared my throat, "Well, would you like to come inside?" I gestured to the set of apartments.
"That'd be great," he responded. I not-too-eagerly took his hand and led him the way inside and up the flight of stairs. I opened the door to let us inside. When I turned back around from closing the door, he scoops me up off the ground, having my thighs wrap around his waist and presses his lips into mine. It comes off a giant surprise because I am a rather tall and thick girl and he wasn't much bigger than I was. His lips were a bit rugged but it was great contrast to my big, soft lips. He didn't stick his tongue in my mouth, so I didn't either. "That's always how I thought your lips would taste," he said happily. I blush, and he set me back down to the ground. I flatten out my dress which had been disheveled.
He turns around to see the scene I laid out. I had put my sheet covered mattress out on the family room floor since it was the only room with a big TV and I had lighted an array of candles. It smelled like a Yankee candle store, which wasn't totally a bad thing. He turned back around and said, "Aww, babe, you didn't have to do all of this!"
"It's not much. I just wanted to make it cozier," I replied coolly, trying not to show my nerves and my shaking knees.
