Being nervous was something he was wholly unaccustomed to, as through his incredibly quick wit and charm he maneuvered deftly through most any situation.
However, with her it was different.
Though the two had never met, she had most certainly captured his attention, which is saying quite a bit. Often he found himself bored after a while with most any girl he spoke to, be it days, weeks, or even one short conversation. The end result was almost always the same.
That person was unable to hold his interest. Incapable of captivating him.
Holding him firmly in the palm of her hand, and washing over him whatever feeling she wished him to experience that moment.
He longed for that. For her.
Uncertainty still reigned over him with this one, though he knew she was very difference. One of a kind. Often people confuse being an individual with being different. Yes, in fact one can be unique as a person, but just another fill in the blank.
And that she was not.
She was capable of stealing away his thoughts with her slight laughter, taking his heart and prodding it to beat ever faster with a mere few words, or even bringing him to the height of arousal with provocative poses, and sensual displays of her womanly charms.
And charmed he was, though he let on that he was, the depths to which she had him would not be revealed, rather tucked safely away in his back pocket.
Drifting off through nervous excitement and a lack of sleep the night before over those very same reasons, he was stirred to life by the shrill of his cell phone ringing. Answering it quickly, but with a rather groggy greeting, he found she was here.
Finally.
Hopping from the couch he dashed past the mirror and out his bedroom door before stopping and tracing back and seeing how his hair looked. Letting out a laugh as it was as tangled and matted as ever, he proceeded to the front door to meet his long expected arrival.
And she did not disappoint.
Hardly so, as she was far more engaging and beautiful than he had seen in pictures and her voice more melodious than on the numerous phone conversations they reveled in. She extended her hand rather awkwardly, and he just grinned at her cautiously, before hugging her.
The sudden physical contact a welcomed gift, though an unexpected one.
As they embraced lightly, he let his hand trail down her back and slightly grabbed her ass. She slapped his arm, though her smile and excitement was evident.
She was rather shy, and didn't really have much luck with guys, thus perhaps the fact she met him over the 'net. While it took some time for her to shed the stigma of meeting someone online, she had warmed up rather quickly to the notion of meeting him and realizing whether or not he was as gifted in person as he seemed to be through every other medium.
His words were a song set to the beat of every young girl's heart, and his thoughts held her gently to his chest in a warm embrace. He was amazing, to her.
Thus she had taken so many steps to meet him, including overcoming her own fears of intimacy.
As she craved him more and more each day, the more likely this reality had become, to the point that almost spontaneously she decided to follow through. And thus far he had not disappointed. That smile on his face and his warm inviting eyes. Boring would be the last word she would ever use to describe him, and she hoped to find a good many that night.
Though he was unaware, or so she thought, to her secretive wants for affection and exploring the bond they had build through cable wires and dialup services. How amazing it was that he could reach out to her, and etch his name on her breast, claiming her.
And she would go along so willingly.
She looked up at him, smiled warmly, and the night had just begun.
They had decided before she came to watch a movie and listen to music, but he had his mind set on a game of pool. She wasn't very good, which is to say she vaguely remembers playing once in some bar and losing badly to some guy who wanted to sleep with her. And as competitive as he was, they had to make a bet, after all how could he let such a golden opportunity slip through his grasp as sand does an hourglass.
Her smile burned even brighter, as it was decided that the winner got a back massage.
His grin melted her, as she could barely handle the pool cue. In a matchup of epic talents, she actually bested him as he scratched on the eight ball, and stood triumphantly with arms raised, as he muttered to himself about how lucky she was. She was a bit surprised as he did appear eager to win, and that gave him even more satisfaction than before. Her body shivered slightly just at the thought of his large hands gripping her.
She could hardly wait, and they retired to his room, seated on the couch, he got up to get her a glass of water, and she looked around casually. Various sports posters and pinups decorated the walls as a CD he had put on played background music for effect.
She sauntered over to the computer and pulled up his playlist, curious as to which Enigma song he had chosen, and could not hide the smile that accompanied his choice.
"Principles of Lust."
How appropriate, she thought, though she was still undecided as to where the evening would progress, and if she would spend the night with him or go find a hotel.
He returned and made a comment about how magnificent her rear was. She couldn't help but blush. Turning bright red, and his constant teasing had her off balance, and she struck back at his choice of music. He had anticipated that, and allowed her to land her own verbal jabs.
