Author's note: This story is fantasy, yet deals with a woman I am very much in love with. This story is a love letter to her. All comments are welcome.
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I had never been more nervous in my entire life. I was meeting my girlfriend Jenni, whom I had met over the Internet, at the airport. She was flying to New Hampshire from Texas and I was getting ready to meet the woman I had fallen in love with, getting ready to hold her for the very first time. I was preparing to smell her perfume, preparing to feel the satiny softness of her hair, preparing to finally taste the soft texture that was her lips. I was excited, and for the entire 45-minute drive all I was thinking of was what we would do when we met face-to-face.
We had discussed meeting each other every day in Instant Messages or during our long phone conversations and finally we would be together. We counted the weeks and days until we could look deep into each other's eyes and say how much we loved each other. And that day was finally here.
Her plane was set to arrive in Manchester at 10:29 p.m., so I left my house at about ten minutes before ten o'clock: I really hate the airport and just wanted to be able to drive in, grab Jenni and her bags and be off for home. I told her to two-way me when she got off the plane and I'd be able to give her an estimated time of arrival for when I'd get there.
My cell phone's two-way radio chirped just as I was preparing to turn onto the connector that would take me to the airport.
"Welcome to New Hampshire," I said, when I replied to her message.
"Hi sweetie! I'm in the baggage claim area, you can't miss me!" Jenni said, sounding tired yet astonishingly perky after the eight-hour flight.
"Okay honey, I should be there in about five minutes. I can't wait to see you," I said.
"Me either, babypunk. I love you."
"I love you too, cuddlebrat. See to you in a few minutes."
The next five minutes flew by. For some strange reason, quite possibly it was fate, I got all the green lights to go in my favor and before I knew it, I was pulling into the parking garage. Popping an Altoid into my mouth, I took a deep breath as I tried to slow my heart rate; my heart was beating wildly from my nervousness. Getting out of my car, I locked the doors and set off for the terminal. I walked fairly quickly, my brisk gait feeling like an all-out sprint. It was only a matter of seconds before I would see her.
I walked past a New Hampshire State Trooper and said good evening to him, and he replied in turn. Well, I thought, that is taking away some of the nervousness. I started for the door and opened it, walking right through fairly quickly. Scanning the crowd, I found her staring directly at me from the moment I walked in. She was standing not twenty feet away, and seeing her was the greatest sight these eyes have ever taken in.
It was if I had strayed into a dream, one I did not want to end. I was looking at her and I was burning a picture of her in my memory. Just the way she looked as she stood there in the crowded airport lobby made me want to never forget this moment. A smile began to cross my lips as soon as I saw her, her eyes wild and alert despite the flight. She looked absolutely stunning and was everything I imagined her to be. She was wearing a business-style skirt that encased her incredibly long legs, as well as a woman's dress shirt that was untucked. For a minute I just stared at her and at that moment, I knew one of the reasons why I fell in love with her: she could look great under any circumstances. For that moment, I was falling in love with her over again.
I finally made my feet move toward her: I was afraid that if I moved my feet too quickly, I would run right to her and knock her over. But my feet, although feeling like lead, started to move. I saw her, too, begin to move toward me, as if in slow motion. Even when she walked slowly, she made it look sensual and erotic. Halfway there, my arms started to spread and just like that, I was in her arms. I never wanted to let her go as I was gripping her body close to mine. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, mine around her abdomen and her upper back.
We began to laugh, like two friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time. But soon the laughter turned to tears, two sets of happy tears from the emotion pouring from us. I picked Jenni's 5'9" frame up and spun her around, her feet kicking backward at a 90-degree angle from the backs of her legs.
While I was in her embrace, my senses sought out many different things, my memory cataloguing and filing everything. Her short, dirty blonde hair smelled like apples, her perfume the sweet smell of roses. Her body felt so soft against mine. But then, she loosened her grip on my neck and pulled away slightly. I looked into her face for the first time at point blank range and I saw her smiling, but I also saw her sparkling hazel eyes brimming with tears. A solitary teardrop was running down her right cheek and with my left hand, I brushed her tear away. She continued to smile as I looked hard into her eyes, before I pulled her close to me once more.
I tilted my head to the right and we did something that I had thought about millions of times over the past few months: our lips came together. It was a soft kiss that lasted for less than a second, but that wasn't the only kiss we shared in that embrace. The kisses continued, all soft pecks until we began a kiss that felt like it would never stop, a kiss that grew and lingered until we felt the only things in the world were us. Feeling her lips against mine sent positive energy through my entire body and off in the distance I could hear fireworks shooting off, as if someone was extremely happy to see us sharing our love and wanted to let the world know what we were doing. But I didn't care who saw us. I wanted to kiss her and kiss her and not stop for anything.
Finally we were able to pry our lips apart. I stepped back and extended my hand; she took it and shook it with a firm, lady-like grip.
