My body lurched forward as the plane's wheels touched the ground and started braking. I didn't mind the sudden speed change, or the loud roaring sound that came with all plane landings- it was all relatively minor when compared to the feeling I had every time a plane landed, which was "Ahh, I'm safe."
Ever since I was 5, I've flown. My parents divorced, and my mother moved from my hometown in California to Texas with my stepfather, so I was used to taking planes back west to see my dad, who has since moved to Reno, Nevada. I've probably flown literally a hundred times in my life, yet I never really "got used" to flying. Turbulence has always been the worst for me, and as soon as the plane starts trembling, I tense up like a tightly wound rubber band, gripping the armrests as if for dear life.
As I waited in the line of passengers who were taking way too long to get their luggage from the overhead compartments, I fought the urge to squeeze between them and make a break for the plane's door. You see, I wasn't visiting my dad this time- I was visiting a very close friend. Her name was Lyndsey, and I'd known her for two years. She was absolutely the most gorgeous person I'd ever met, but I met her while I was very deep in a relationship, so I'd always had to hold back around her. We had even roomed together once, in an apartment in Reno, but I still lived with my girlfriend at the time and was very cautious not to take passes at Lyndsey, regardless of the temptation. Eventually, Lyndsey found better opportunities in Las Vegas, and moved there.
Since then, I'd broken up with my girlfriend, and found another. Near the end of my latest relationship, Lyndsey had started talking with me online, about her schooling and her dreams of becoming a teacher. As things with my latest girlfriend had gotten rough, Lyndsey listened to my laments, and ultimately helped counsel me when I finally packed up my things and moved out. As time went on, I grew more independent, and more comfortable with myself, but the fact remained that I still had a crush on Lyndsey like with nobody else. We fooled around occasionally online, and one day I suggested the idea of us actually dating. Long story short, my trip was to Las Vegas, and it was for two things- A concert, which was a damn good excuse to go for the MAIN reason, which was Lyndsey.
I was visiting her for a "tryout" of sorts. We were going to spend a few days playing the parts of boyfriend and girlfriend, so we could each get a feel for how we would work in a relationship. Though we had always been good friends, Lyndsey didn't fall in love easily, and she was convinced that she needed something like this to better define her feelings for me. Since there was a concert in town that I wanted to see, and since I had enough money lying around, I happily agreed.
Finally, the passenger roadblock ahead of me decongested, and I began making progress through the door. I smiled at the attendants as they said the assorted "Come back and see us soon"s and "Enjoy your stay"s that I had heard more times than I could count. As soon as I finally made it out of the plane, I quickened my walking pace and made straight for the security station of the Las Vegas International Airport. I'd been here before, on stops on the way to Reno, so I made it there in no time at all. As I finally walked by the metal detectors, I saw her.
She was just as beautiful as I remembered- every picture I'd seen had done her total justice. She had put on more weight since I'd seen her in person last, probably about thirty pounds, but that never really bothered me anyways- I've always been in to bigger girls, and at 230 pounds, I still found her to be knockout attractive. All I cared about was her face. She was giving me the kind of candid, honest smile you would expect from somebody who's loved you for years and years to give. Her cheeks were slightly red- she was even blushing at me! And her beautiful brown eyes had locked with mine through her glasses, which had thin lenses and black frames that were thick enough to not look to masculine, but thin enough to not look nerdy. They were the kind of glasses you'd expect a sexy secretary at an office to wear.
I went from a quick walk to a full on charge, homing in on her as our arms opened. I slowed down enough as I got close to her so I wouldn't flat-out tackle her, and we finally shared our first hug in over a year. As we held each other in that airport hallway, my nose picked up a strong scent of vanilla coming off of her. She knew that vanilla was my favorite smell, and had obviously taken that into consideration as she got ready this morning.
The trip from there to my hotel was fairly uneventful. We talked so much online, that we each already knew everything that one would normally "catch up on" while at the baggage claim or in the car. She made small talk about her morning, and I bemoaned about how boring the flight was, even though it was only about 50 minutes from Reno to Vegas.
After what seemed like an eternity of driving to me, interrupted by a stop off at Wendy's for a quick dinner, we finally parked the car at the hotel and walked in. I proudly presented my printout confirmation to the clerk at the desk, who responded by handing Lyndsey and I each a plastic card key and saying "Enjoy your stay."
You see, Lyndsey and I had planned on a room meant for two adults, so we could each have a key. My stay in Vegas was only going to be a couple of days long, and we planned on squeezing as much fun into those couple of days as we could, which we knew would include lots and lots of sex. I had wanted her so bad for the whole time I knew her, and she knew it, too. However, I honorably kept my distance before, because I had a relationship of my own. But now that I had no attachments, and on top of that, we were shooting for each other, we both knew there would be no stopping us. The only stipulation we decided to put on was "no sex on the first day." We didn't feel that spending the entire trip fucking each other to exhaustion was the best way to go about the trip, so we decided to hold off until day two to do anything that would be too much fun. Fortunately for me, if you call it fortune, my flight had been delayed to the point that they eventually sent in another plane to take us, so instead of arriving in the afternoon, I actually arrived around 9pm.
It was 11:30 by the time I opened the door to my hotel room. A bit tired from my day, and glad to have a spot to relax, I dropped everything and made a beeline for the bed, on which I flopped down and stretched. The door closed as Lyndsey entered the room, so I moved to one side of the large king bed and let her flop down, too. We both sighed, relieved that we finally had some time to breathe. I rolled over and said to her, "So, what do you want to do now?"
"Kiss me," she requested. The sudden demand caught me off guard, but I didn't hesitate in fulfilling her request. As we lay on our sides, I scooted my body next to hers, wrapped my free arm around her, and gently pressed my lips against hers, softly at first, and then I pushed a little harder as I felt her push back. Together, we opened our mouths slightly, just enough to feel each other's breath across our tongues. Slowly, we closed our mouths and pulled away in perfect sync. I stared into her eyes and calmly asked, "How was that?"
