It had felt like forever. I was sitting outside, waiting for you to finally come home. We had been able to trade emails most of the time while you were off with the Army, but except for a handful of calls, I hadn't been able to talk to you, much less see you, for the last few months. I had originally offered to pick you up from the airport, but work had gotten crazy over the last few days and when I told you that I probably wouldn't be able to pick you up, you said that you'd get a taxi and meet me when I got home. That had been the plan, until my boss realized you were coming home today and released me for the day. So there I was, sitting on the front porch, waiting for you to arrive.
I couldn't help but glance at my smart phone from time to time, watching the seconds tick by as your plane supposedly landed, as I imagined you walking to the luggage rack, as I pictured you finding a cab. And then, you were there. The cab pulled into the driveway and I walked out to meet you, smiling as you smirked at me -- I could tell I would have to explain why I was home, but just from watching your eyes, I knew you were happy to see me. You and the driver stepped out of the cab and as he opened the trunk, I grabbed your dufflebag and handed him some cash for a fare and a tip. Meeting you at the curb, I looked up into your eyes and smiled before dropping the bag onto the grass. We were kissing, our arms wrapped around one another, before the taxi had pulled away.
Pulling back, I stepped up onto the curb and now it was your turn to look up -- if only a little bit. "I missed you," I said, smiling. I noticed your downward glance and then the smirk got bigger before you answered "I noticed." Rolling my eyes and laughing, I picked up the dufflebag with one hand and took your hand in the other, leading you back to the house. Stepping back onto the porch, I let go of your hand and opened the screen door enough to throw your dufflebag inside. With a loud thump, it landed against the wall and I turned to you, putting my hand along the back of your neck and pulling you to me, kissing you again.
This time, we didn't just kiss and back away -- our hands started moving over each other, and before long, I felt your hand against my groin. I had already been excited, and as you rubbed against me, you could feel the expected reaction. I quickly surrendered and opened the door for you.
Grinning with victory, you turned and stepped inside. Stopping far enough inside to let me in, you took off your beret, dropping it on a nearby shelf, then you started pulling off your hair ties. What you didn't notice was that I had shut the door behind you, then walked up right behind you.
Taking the last hair tie out, you finally noticed the silence and you began to turn around. As you realized where I was standing, I finally pressed up against you, pushing you face-first against the wall -- hard enough that you didn't have a choice, but soft enough that you barely noticed the impact. I grabbed your wrists with my hands and held them against the wall. Now, finally, you could feel me as I rubbed against you -- and you had no doubt how swollen I was, how excited I was to see you.
