She checked her reflection in the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time that day. She had spent the entire morning trying on different clothes, different combinations and looks. Each outfit felt ridiculous and she would immediately strip to search for a different ensemble that would make her appear attractive to the man she would meet later that afternoon.
Skirts and jeans, shorts and dresses, none of them seemed to compliment her figure very well. Or so she thought. He had always seemed dazzled by whatever she wore in pictures she took for him. Always saying how pretty she was or how he loved the way that pair of jeans hugged her sexy ass. She felt her face heat up slightly as she recalled all the conversations.
It had been two years since they had met online. Two years of non-stop texts and video calls back and forth. Two years of shared joy and laughter as well as sorrow and tears. She had taken a liking to him almost immediately. The way he took an interest in her and her life and the fact that he was just so warm and open made her feel she could trust him with anything. And she did. From events in her life to personal feelings about herself and family, there was just something about him that made her want to tell him everything. That wanted him to see all the things she kept hidden away from everyone else.
She sat on the couch as the memories of their first couple months together replayed in her mind. So much laughter, he was good at that. At making her smile and feel like she was the most beautiful girl in the world, even then he made her happy. She furrowed her brow and chewed her bottom lip as she recalled the secret she had hidden from him in the beginning, the memory stirring up fear as her mind whispered how bad things could have gone.
She had just turned sixteen when he first contacted her. She hadn't expected him to be different from the other guys who had messaged her, but she was glad to be disappointed in that regard. When asked about her age she told him she was eighteen, fearing that if he knew she was underage he wouldn't want to talk with her. Things soon escalated between them to the point where they were sexting often and exchanging dirty pictures just as much. Each day her lie built on her and her guilt conjured up the worst scenarios she could imagine. She would never reveal her secret to him.
Yet one night she had let it slip that she was hiding something from him. She didn't know why, maybe the guilt but it had just come out. He began to question her about it and her heart began to pound in her chest and her mind raced as she thought of how her fears were coming true. He would find out, then he would hate her and never speak to her again. She remembered the tears that flowed that night as she sat on her bed and tried to type responses through the flood that flowed down her cheeks.
She felt her eyes tear up at the thought, not out of sadness however but out of happiness. When she finally told him the truth about her age she had braced herself for the impending backlash. It never came. He was calm, understanding. He spoke to her in a soothing manner letting her know he wasn't upset in the least. The smoke had cleared and he was still there, still the same as always, so warm and gentle. So kind and caring. The elation she had felt that night was immeasurable, and as she sat on the couch in her green t-shirt and faded jeans she felt it again.
She stared at her blonde, half shaven head in the mirror. Her curly hair hanging down to her shoulder on one side. As she sat there and peered at herself she felt her worries leave her knowing that he would love whatever she wore.
The day had been amazing. Better than she could have ever imagined. She was so nervous as she opened the door when she heard the knock. She hadn't even realized she was holding her breath as she stood in the doorway unmoving from the shock until finally after what felt an eternity he grabbed her, smiled in that warm soft way only he could and pulled her into his arms. It was then her breath escaped her and her heart pounded furiously in her chest. She lost all semblance of time and space wrapped in his arms. So warm, so strong, so safe. Everything faded and she felt as though she were floating, just the two of them. She never wanted to leave that embrace.
Reluctantly they separated, but only so he could gaze at her and tell her just how beautiful she looked. She felt her cheeks turn crimson and turned away quickly to hide as she led him inside. They talked incessantly, well, he talked. She was so nervous she could barely find her voice, how awkward he must have found her. He didn't show it though, he kept his fingers intertwined with hers the entire time; their thighs pressed next to each others and sitting so close there was no space between them. She could have sat that way forever.
He had other ideas though, so many things he wanted to share with her. First was the candy store where they shared so many treats. He held her close the entire time and was a little embarrassed when he tried to feed her some chocolate in front of everyone. Even more so when some smeared across her cheek and he wiped it away with his thumb and sucked it into his mouth. Embarrassed and excited.