I had gotten up early that morning to go shopping for my friend's birthday present. She was turning 18 so it had to be special. So I decided to get in my car and drive the four hours to New York City. I had nothing else to do!
I love long car trips because it's a great time to think and listen to music. It had been weeks since I had started thinking about Angelina, and she never left my head. Have you ever seen "Gia"? If you have, then I'm sure you understand.
Anyway, a scene from the movie kept replaying in my mind. "I'm fucking a model!" was echoing in my ears, and Angelina's passion was making me hot. I rolled down my window. The sweet summer air blew my long blonde hair around my face. God, I was horny.
I arrived in the city around noon. Traffic was horrendous, but I didn't mind. I had other tings I was thinking about. One of them being water. I would've killed for a glass of water!
So I stopped at a cafe on a not-so-busy corner. I didn't feel like dealing with a lot of people right then. I was too flustered.
I was seated in a dark, quiet corner. It was nice because I had a great view of everyone that walked in. Considering my condition, it figures that all the beautiful women were out!
I drank the cool water and felt it slide down my throat, trying to cool my smoldering body and thoughts.
Just then, an angel walked in. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was as breath-taking as anything I had ever seen or will ever see. Angelina. Sweet beauty.
Alone and gorgeous, she walked in, turning a few heads. Her long dark hair was tousled, and her sparkling eyes looked around, not wanting to make contact with anyone. Her hips swung naturally in her tight black pants. Her breasts were perfect in her black tank top. I was speechless.
She was talking to a waitress. Whispering. Suddenly, she looked at me. A smirk had formed on her amazing lips. It made me smile. What was she thinking?
She nodded at the waitress and pushed past her, walking toward me. My mind and heart were racing. I had imagined this moment a million times. My every sense was intensified.
Her smirk turned into a smile as she came closer, never taking her eyes away from mine. I, instinctively, licked my lips.
She stopped right in front of me.
"Hey, honey," she said, "you're in my seat."
So many things were going on in my head. I kept hearing that moan from the dumpster scene in "Hackers". It was really her. There's no mistaking that voice or those lips.
"Oh, wow, I'm sorry!" I managed to spit out.
Her smile widened.
"Sure, I'd love to join you!" she said playfully.
A waiter quickly brought her a drink, and he treated her as if she were a queen. I was completely awe-struck.
I couldn't stop staring at her lips. She would lick them after every sip of her drink. I had never wanted someone so much.
She talked quite a bit and asked many questions. After five minutes, I was completely comfortable. After five more minutes, I was telling her how beautiful she looked.
She bit her lower lip and looked at me mischievously, her eyes searching for something in mine. I shifted in my chair, half not believing my eyes and half wanting to grab her and never let her go. The latter sort of took over.
I knew she wanted me to kiss her. She was not a subtle person. She never will be.
I, more gladly than you'll ever know, gave in and leaned across the table and kissed her, my mouth opening slightly to enjoy her delicious, abundant lips. She let out a small sound that let me know that she wanted me, too. Her tongue pushed through my lips, and we were lost in time for what must have been minutes but will live on forever.