From Online to Lifetime

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and it was created solely by me as the author. All characters are over the age of 18. Any similarities to characters, real life people, or things are all happenstance, though my appreciation to those who have

inspired

my works is immense. YSI, my friend.

Author's Note:

This is a stand-alone piece. I felt inspired recently, and I went with it since it came together so meaningfully. Though it's a short story, I offer a little explanation about the name(s).

Dulcinea

(dull-cee-NAY-a) means sweetness in Spanish. It's a lovely name that I grew to love when I met a beautiful soul whose amazing mother chose that name for her.

Dulce

(dullse) and

Dulcé

(DULL-say) are her nicknames.

Dylan

(DILL-en) kinda landed in my thoughts when coming up with his name. I try to keep all my characters throughout my stories individually named, but sometimes... well, it's not like we don't have people in our lives with repeat names. Anyway,

Dyl

(DILL) is his nickname.

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From Online to Lifetime

She stood at his door and tried desperately to calm her nerves. They'd never met. Oh, they'd "spoken" hundreds of times. She loved the sound of his voice. He teased her about her laugh. She was always laughing, so it wasn't difficult to do. And he was always kind about it. He hadn't said it in as many words, but she knew he loved it, too.

She finally rang the doorbell and waited. It was ridiculous, showing up like this, but what did she have to lose? He'd told her he had all day to do anything, and she had the time to go and surprise him. Oh, believe

her

... she knew the risks. She was placing all her eggs in one basket. He didn't know she was coming. They'd often told one another that they couldn't wait to meet in person, but the distance between them made it almost fantasy material.

No, she did know it was risky, and she

had

gone through every scenario in her head dozens of times. What if he didn't really want to meet her? What if he was married and had been leading her on this whole time? What if he wasn't home? What if he, what if he, what if he...? Sophie, her best friend, had pestered her about all of it until she had a safety plan in place for everything and anything. Once that was done, Sophie was supportive. The last-minute hotel room was available and wouldn't be charged thanks to a friendly phone call between Soph and a lovely woman who worked at the hotel who understood the dilemma. Otherwise, she planned to stay with him.

When the door opened, Dylan wore a friendly smile as if she was just a stranger standing there. And then it clicked. "Hi, can I h-" he began and then stopped. "Dulcé? Dulcé? What are you... I mean, wow! What... I don't know what to say! Come here!" He opened his arms and brought her into a hug just as they'd talked about doing whenever they first met in real life. She loved hugs. Meanwhile,

he

hadn't been able to contain his excitement to know what one of her hugs would feel like.

As she stepped forward into his arms, she giggled and nearly cried as she felt his body up against hers. Oh, how long she'd thought about this moment! He simply held her and let her cry into his shoulder. She inhaled his scent. He tried to memorize every curve, every part of her body, even as he tried

not

to notice her breasts pressed against his chest.

As she pulled away, she hoped her face didn't look as blotchy as she imagined it did. She hadn't expected to get so emotional. "I know I didn't let you know I was coming, but I just thought it would be nice to surprise you. You mentioned having no plans today. That's still accurate, right? I mean," she hurried to interject before he could say anything, "I could go check into the hotel and wait until you're free. I hope I..."

"Nope," he answered and cupped her cheek just as she had imagined he would. He continued, "I had no plans. But now that you're here, I

do

have plans. Lots of them. Come on inside. Let me show you around. I can't... I can't believe it. This is amazing, Dulce. I'm so glad you did this. I don't know that I would have had the nerve to do it. But you did. I'm so glad."

"You don't think it was too forward?"

"No! No, I'm... oh my gosh, I'm so glad," he repeated and then shook his head. "Did I mention that? I'm just... I'm surprised. But here," he stated and pointed at the floor, "let's leave your things here. I'll help you with that later." After a tour around his entire place, he stopped in front of the bedroom and pointed at the head of the bed. "That's where we talk most often."

"Yep, I recognize it from our video chats," she answered and giggled. "It's nice to see it in person."

"Remember that day I took you for a photo tour around that zoo park?" She nodded at him and smiled. It had been their first date. He had taken pictures of all the trees, animals, and flowers one Saturday morning all the while both were sending voice messages and texts to relay what things were and sharing what their reactions were to them. They reserved audio chats for nighttime calls, and video chats were for the really special moments. They'd only done that twice. It was the first "in person" interaction for which neither could hardly wait.

"I was thinking we could do that again," he explained, "only this time, we can go in person. Would you like to pack a picnic, or should we plan to eat out somewhere?"

"I'd love to pack up a picnic," she answered and smiled as she accepted his extended hand to walk her into the kitchen to pack up for it.

"If you want something I don't have, we can stop on the way," he offered and began rummaging through the cabinets. They discussed picnic foods and laughed together as they packed the items they'd discussed once on a night call they'd shared a while back.

"So, do we walk or...?" she asked and reached for her purse. "Oh, and do you think I'll need my whole purse, or should I just take my wallet?"

"Yep, I walk almost everywhere," he answered and offered his elbow. "And no, just your wallet if you want to keep your identification on you, but it's my treat today. You know, since you came all this way to see me."

"Oh, quite the gentleman," she noted and took his offered arm. "And I'm glad for the exercise." She watched him put his keys into his pocket, and then nodded when he pointed at the door.

"So, we'll stop and get the few snacks I just '

have

to try,'" he teased and then laughed when she gasped and squeezed his arm. "Oh, and if we need some drinks or whatever, we can grab a couple bottles of water when we get those other things. Anything else while we're there?"

"As far as I know, I have everything I had planned to bring with me, so I should be good," she responded. "Gosh, what a beautiful day."

"It is," he answered. She blushed when she saw that he was looking at her when he'd said it. "I'm so glad you came, Dulce."

"Me too," she agreed and smiled as they made their way.

***

At the goat display, which he knew was her favorite, he watched her as she observed the animals and laughed as she giggled at their every movement. It was when she turned and looked at him that he knew he had his chance. This was the perfect moment.

He braved it as he moved in and placed his hand on her waist. "Dulce, may I kiss you?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she answered quietly and smiled nervously even as she leaned in. His lips were soft, and they felt even better than she had imagined they would. It was a simple kiss, and she would have loved for it to have gone on forever, but there were others around them, so she pulled from his grasp just enough to give them some space to move on from the one display to head to the next.

"I've been dying to know what that would be like for about seven months now," Dylan admitted and nodded. "I thought, at one point, that I had built it up in my head to be better than it would actually be. I'm thrilled to say that isn't the case." He pulled her over to stand near a large tree out of the way of the many who were in the park that day.

"Oh, thank God," she responded and laughed a little to herself. "I know we have been flirting, talking about the one day when we'd meet in person, and kinda acting like there was a relationship beyond what we were sharing with just words and calls, you know? But I never

really

knew, Dyl. I sure hoped and often dreamed that it would be this way, but until that kiss, I have always had to play it out in my head."

"Not anymore," Dylan promised and placed his palms on the tree behind her. "This is happening," he assured her and leaned in to kiss her again, this time more deeply. Dulcé wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body to his.

***

The picnic was lovely with the few additions she'd had him pick up from the store. They sat across from each other as they ate, but soon, they'd scooted so much closer to be nearer to one another that he turned her to sit in his lap as they watched people walking by, kids playing, and the clouds floating lazily above them. Throughout the picnic, they'd randomly stop and share a kiss. Especially while discussing casual topics, they'd take turns sharing, and when they both agreed on it, they'd laugh and then kiss.

The sun was shining. The temperature was as comfortable as one might expect for a warm day in May. And the new little couple sitting on the blanket in the park had been enjoying it heartily. As they walked hand in hand down the pathway, Dulcé smiled as she grasped where she was, why she was there, and most importantly, who she was with.

"Penny for your thoughts," Dylan offered and squeezed her hand.

"I have so many of them right now," Dulcé confessed. "I'm here. With you. I'm finally here with you. I'm just so happy.

"Well," Dylan reacted and stopped her from moving on the bridge on which they had been walking, "I could not have said it better." Dylan looked into her eyes and began moving in towards her.

"I sure like it when you agree with me," Dulcé noted quietly as she leaned in to participate in another kiss with her amazing date.

***

"Do you need anything else before I step into the shower?" he asked as he stood in the guest room doorway. He couldn't tell what it was, but she seemed put out somehow.

"No, no," she answered quietly. "Go ahead. I'm, um, I'm fine in here."

"Dulce, is there... did I say something to offend you?"

With a sigh, she shook her head. "No, Dyl. You've been great. You have been nothing but kind and wonderful. I guess... I don't know. I guess I'm just tired from my trip here. I'm sure I'll be fine once I finally go to sleep."

He watched her and knew there was something else, but he could not pinpoint what it was. He hated that there was tension. The day had been so good for them. Then he'd shown her to her room, and she'd suddenly tensed up. Ah well. To the shower he had to go.

"Well, I'll see you after, unless you're already asleep," he shared.

"OK," she answered and closed the drawer to the dresser in which she'd unloaded her clothes.

He made his way into the bedroom and turned on the shower. Once undressed, he stepped into it and pressed his forearms on the side wall as the spray pelted his back. What had gone wrong?

Just then, the door of the shower opened, and he wasn't alone anymore. Never in his life had he been in a shower with anyone. Slowly, he turned his head and saw that, in fact, Dulcé was naked, standing there waiting for him to notice her, and... naked.

"Dylan, I'm sorry if this is too forward for you, but I've waited months to meet you, to kiss you, and yes, to make love to you," she admitted. "I had really hoped that by making the first move, you'd get that this isn't just some fling to me. I want you. I want to be with you. I travelled hours to be here, and..."

He'd had it. With most of what he'd heard (she was naked, need a reminder be given), and with how much he'd wanted to do with her what she was insisting on wanting as well... well? He turned to face her, brought her to stand closer to him with one hand behind her neck, and as he met her lips with his, he turned her to press her back against the wall. Her squeaks quickly turned into moans.

Dylan moved his hand now and brought both her hands up to hold them above her head. Her moans faded as their kisses deepened.

"Dyl, oh God, you feel so good," she acknowledged as he moved his mouth to her neck.

"I've waited for this for so long, Dulce," he shared and moved down further to her breasts. He removed his hands to fondle and hold her, so she brought her arms down to wrap around his head. Moans escaped her lips as he bit at her nipples. Pleasure crept throughout her body and settled in her most intimate regions, awakening a lust which had been gently stirring all the while she'd known him.

"I need you," she moaned and nodded as he looked up at her. Without hesitation, he slid his hands down her sides and cupped her ass before lifting her and pressing her back against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her lips were back on his. Moans escaped her throat as their tongues tangled in the frenzy of their desires.

"Are you ready?" he asked, and even as he'd said the words, he knew he was perfectly lined up to enter her. With her confirming nod, he pressed in closer and loosened his hold on her so that she could gradually sink down onto his shaft. Inch by inch, she descended upon him and basked in the revelation of what perfection felt like. Once she'd bottomed out, she arched her back and tightened the muscles of her inner walls to fully embrace all of him.

"Oh, fuck, Dulce," he groaned and pressed his forehead to her shoulder. "Mmm, keep that up, and I won't last long. I'm already... oh, Dulce, yes, just like that," he encouraged as she continued teasing him with her Kegel squeezes.

She had never felt such a connection with someone, and it was as if his manhood had been designed to fit inside her. He lifted his head back up off her shoulder to face her and looked into her eyes. She squeezed her legs around him and nodded. He slipped a hand behind her neck and kissed her. It was soft and loving and felt as natural as the entire act in which they were engaging.

"Mmm!" she cried into his mouth and pressed on his butt with her heels to encourage him to keep thrusting up into her.

"I'm gonna..." he whispered and made eye contact with her.

"In me," she requested and nodded indicating it was safe. He continued gazing into her eyes until he closed his own and leaned in to kiss her as they came. And it was glorious. He held her and thrust into her and groaned as his final spurts had found their way into her body. Meanwhile, her spasms spurned her on to tighten her hold on him, and the orgasm lasted like no other she'd ever experienced.

Minutes passed by as they kissed and held one another and remained connected. Finally, she loosened her grasp on his body with her legs and began shimmying down until she was steady on her feet.

"OK, well... I guess I'll let you finish up in here," she offered as she pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I'll just..."

He smiled as he caught her hand and pulled her to stand under the shower stream with him. "Get back here," he instructed and rocked with her as he held her body to his. They both laughed and kissed and continued to dance to the music in their hearts.

"So, are you glad I came?" she asked and laughed as the double meaning occurred to her just as he gave her a wicked look. "To visit," she clarified and shook her head.

"Dulcé, I'm more than glad," he assured her as if what they'd just done should have told her as much. "I want you to stay. Stay with me. Be my girl. I don't want this to end. In fact, I want forever. We haven't even talked about how long you're staying, and I'm already dreading the idea of you leaving."

Before she answered, she turned to press her back against his chest. She then brought his hands up to her breasts to hold and rested her own hands on his. "Well, what if I didn't have to leave?" she asked hesitantly. He'd just put his mouth on the side of her neck and kissed her lovingly.

"Well," he answered and kissed her earlobe before continuing. "Then we'd... wait, what?!" He pulled from the kisses he'd been giving her and tried to make eye contact. He didn't want to let go entirely because... well, he was rather enjoying the handfuls he held at that moment.

"Now, don't go getting all freaked out or anything," she pleaded and leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder. "I'm moving here. I have a job which will start in a week. I can stay at a hotel while I look for a place to live, though I may already have a line on a roommate situation with a new co-worker from my new job. I had connections and have been in touch with the sister of a friend's boyfriend."

"First, let's throw that plan to stay at a hotel out the window," he addressed and shook his head. "Even if you prefer to sleep separately," he added and then laughed at her sudden gasp, "you have a room here which you can have indefinitely." He nodded against her head as she turned to see if he was serious. "Hell, yeah, I'm serious. Don't give me that look. Do you think you're the only one who's played out the what-if cards in their head?"

"I don't want to overstep..."

"How long have we been talking, Dulce?" he interrupted as he didn't want to hear her hesitations.

"It was eight months last week," she answered almost without thinking about it. She then smiled. "I gave my notice three weeks ago when I got the job offer here in town. It's three blocks from your house."

He removed his hands (hesitantly) from her breasts and turned her to face him. "You belong here, Dulcinea. With me. We knew it long ago, right? And this?" he asked as he squeezed her waist. "This right here between us? It's proof. We've been dating, at least in my mind, for eight months. There's been no one else. Not for me." He looked directly into her eyes. She hurriedly shook her head. "You too?" She nodded emphatically. "Dulce, I'm in love with you. Today? It just proved what I've known for a long time. I want to be with you. I think about you all the time. I make decisions with you in mind. You're

always

on my mind."

"You, too?" she asked slowly. "I mean, I had a feeling, but then, you know, every now and again, I get paranoid and think maybe it might be too good to be true."

"Come on," Dylan encouraged and began finishing up his shower routine. "Let's go to bed and talk about things. We have a lifetime to plan."

"A lifetime?"

"You'll see," he offered and laughed as he began washing her body. She moaned at his first touch and gave no arguments about where or why he was touching her until he was ready to rinse her off.

***

"Dulce! You're getting married tomorrow!" Sophie was laughing as she had made the declaration while sitting on the front steps of Dylan and Dulcé's home.

"Yep," Dulcé responded and nudged her best friend. "Four months ago, I stood right here on these steps and rang the doorbell unsure of what was going to happen. Can you imagine?"

"Yes," Sophie answered matter-of-factly. "Remember?"

"Dulcé let out a loud laugh. "I guess you can. You spent an hour lecturing me until we had gone through every imaginable (and quite possibly

unimaginable

) scenario until we'd come up with a plan for each of them."

Just then, the front door opened, and Dylan stepped out onto the front porch. "Um, excuse me, ladies," he addressed them as professionally as possible. "I've had a few calls about some noise complaints recently. Something about two chatty, though beautiful, ladies making an uncanny sound of laughter about a certain wedding which is taking place tomorrow. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, now, would you?"