Things had not been going well in their lives and tension between the two had been mounting. They had planned on meeting soon and some anxious anticipation began to fuel the tension between them even more. For some reason there seemed to be some uncertainty in the air. Possibly the myspace.com thing had become too complicated and communication too hard to do over the Internet.
Maybe it was all the stress in their personal lives apart from each other, which didn't allow them to deal with things as a couple, thus keeping a large part of what they did a mystery. Things where wavering as online communication sometimes does. Quickly written words and catch phrases do not always capture the heart, soul and true meaning of what someone is really feeling. Maybe it was a lack of detail in their communication, which may have continued to leave so many questions unanswered. Maybe it was the fact that there was no long-term commitment to their relationship. All of the pitfalls of a cyber relationship where apparent, as two people in different relationships with other people, where having an affair.
Once again he found himself traveling to see her with a long lonely flight to Florida. His time spent alone, on the outbound leg of these trips, was always spent in quiet reflection. All of the "what if" scenarios played loudly in his head. She was also filled with anxious anticipation and worried over what it was going to be like when he got there. With all of the stuff she had going on in her life, he was almost a distraction to her, or so he thought. But at the same time, she was in love. They both felt like high school sweethearts heading out on their first date, even with the uncertainty.
They met for dinner and their time together starting off a wonderful evening of conversation and exchange. However, after a few glasses of wine the conversation became tense, as they tried to understand where they fit in each other's lives. Somehow, even after countless hours of communication, they were unable to get to the bottom of what this all meant and how they would end up "being together", as partners, friends and lovers. They were both frustrated and tired, as it had been a long day. Things just didn't appear to be like they were on the other trips.
The fantasy and honeymoon was over. Now it was time for the two of them to come to terms with their relationship. Was it simply going to be a passionate affair? The kind of affair that leaves people hurt and empty. Or would it be defined as a friendship, having tossed the romantic part aside and acknowledging that the "friend" part of the love they had for each other would remain.
As they drove to the hotel, they couldn't even look at each other. At one point he reached over and turned off the stereo in the car. They both stared straight ahead, dreading having to find a way to fill the next few hours they had together. There was no communication, no body language, and just passionate confused hearts without a clear direction. As they pulled into the parking lot, he navigated his rental car over to the parking space next to hers.
"Do you want to just go?" he said in a cold matter of fact tone.
"No, I don't. Why are you being this way?" she said as almost breaking into tears.
"I thought you might be frustrated and need some time to think." he replied.
"No. I have had plenty of time to think."
"Well, what do you want to do then? I just feel like if you came up to the room we would continue this seemingly pointless exchange."
"Pointless huh? So that's what you think this is?"
"No, its not. I want you. I want all of you. I want to live with you. Cry with you when you have a bad day. I want to be there with a flower when you come home. I want to…" with that he dropped his head and fell silent.
She reached over and grabbed his hand. He grabbed hers and began to lead her out of the car and up the stairs to his room. When the door opened to the room, he said, "Go stand by the bed and don't sit down."
He made his way over to a chair by the door and turned off the light. He could see her form outlined by stray beams of neon coming into the room from a crack in the curtains.
"Why am I standing here? You're scaring me." She said with a nervous tone.
"Don't ask questions. You know I wouldn't hurt you."
There was a long pause.
"Take off your clothes." He said in an almost deadpan voice.
She was silent. Slowly she unzipped the back of her skirt and let it slip to the floor. He could see the faint outline of her form in the darkness. Her bra fell to the floor and he could see her bending over to remove her underwear.
She was naked now. Move vulnerable than she had ever been. Emotionally and physically.
"Lay down the bed." he commanded.
She slowly lowered her body on the bed. Her mind raced. The sheets were cold and she could smell his scent on the pillow as she lowered her head. Her thighs were feeling moist and it became apparent to her as she adjusted her position to get comfortable. With her arms straight down her sides, she laid staring into the darkness of the ceiling. She could hear his breathing and the sound of him taking off his clothes. She reached down to touch herself and began to massage her wetness.
She heard him walking towards her and her hand froze. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" he asked.
Without saying a word she removed her hand and placed it by her side. She could smell her sex.
He approached the side of the bed without saying a word.
"You've been a bad girl haven't you Leslie?"
