Shannin and I had been dating nearly six months when she suggested a trip to visit her sister, Stacy. We each still had our own apartment and would occasionally spend the night together at either place but, due to our job schedules, we had never spent two consecutive nights together, let alone an entire weekend. She said she thought it would be a good test of our relationship. I was so confident in our ability to handle the new milestone that I suggested we go Memorial Day Weekend, making it three full days. Seeing my dare and not wanting to be out done, the competitive little minx suggested we both take that Friday off work and make the four hour drive Thursday evening, making it a four-day weekend. I was up for the challenge so I agreed.
I first met Shannin one evening, on my way home from work. I stopped by the local grocery store to pick up some food for the week when I literally ran into her while coming around one of the aisle ends. We both dropped everything in our arms and spent the next few moments apologizing to each other and sorting through the goods. As I was clumsily helping her with her groceries, I noticed that she had the sexiest, blue eyes and golden blond hair I had ever seen. She was stooped down in front of me and her skirt had slid up exposing the tops of her very sexy, slender, tone legs. I felt like a pervert and was afraid I'd be caught gawking at her legs so I consciously made an effort to move my gaze back towards her amazingly beautiful face. I froze when I got a good look down the front of her business suit. There before me was the deepest, sexiest, most inviting cleavage I had ever seen. A cold burning sensation broke me from my trance as Shannin placed a package of frozen hamburger into my hand. I looked up into her eyes and offered a pathetic apology, trying to make it sound like the apology was for being so clumsy. She smiled, accepted my apology and went on her way. I was disappointed to not even think to ask her name.
After our collision, my thoughts were consumed with the images from our brief encounter burned into my mind. I returned to the grocery store every evening at about the same time in hopes of running into the blonde, nameless goddess. A couple of weeks later, I finally saw her. I approached her and introduced myself. It was then that I learned her name was Shannin and that she had just moved to the area. She started a new job in the building across from where I worked. I continued on my winning streak and asked her out. She said the new job required long hours at an unscheduled interval. I was disappointed thinking that she was blowing me off. Then to my excitement, she asked for my cell number. She said when she had some free time, she'd give me a call and we could plan something.
Before I got home, my cell phone was ringing and it was Shannin. She said her project had been delayed for a day or two and asked if I could go for coffee, right now. I suggested a nearby coffee shop and after dropping off my groceries I met her there. We hit it off from the start. Our interests were somewhat similar with regards to music and movies. We both liked classic rock but she was more into the "chick flicks" and I liked the male adolescent humor movies. Shannin graduated from the University of Illinois within the last year with a degree in business and was enjoying her work at the company that recruited her. I graduated from a state university about three years earlier and was managing a small insurance claims department. We sat and talked, drinking our coffee, for almost three hours. It sure didn't seem that long as we were enjoying ourselves. Shannin had a beautiful smile and a wonderful laugh. I almost felt ashamed to have ogled her so much when we first met at the grocery store. The feelings I was cultivating were none like I had ever experienced. I didn't want the evening to end and Shannin must have sensed it. She suggested that it was getting late and we needed to go, but should keep in touch. I told her that my work hours were fairly steady, 6:30 am to about 5 pm. All she needed to do was call.
We walked out of the coffee shop and stopped at the sidewalk. Shannin turned around and looked at me, once again with a glowing smile. I indicated that my apartment was to the south and she said hers was north. I wanted to walk her to her door but figured that would be too much for a first "coffee", it wasn't even a date. I held out my arms and she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around my body, pulling me to her. Her body melted into mine as I wrapped my arms around her. Shannin was about 4 to 6 inches shorter than me and I could smell her hair. It was intoxicating.
We stood there for a moment, just hugging. I felt her hot breath on my neck, just before I felt her soft lips. Shannin had kissed my neck. I was so excited. I loosened my grip and took a quarter-step back. I looked into Shannin's eyes and could tell, I hoped, that she wanted me to kiss her. I leaned forward, closed my eyes and felt our lips come together. The kiss was sweeter than candy, softer than the flap of a butterfly's wings and more exciting than a ride on a roller coaster. It was not a lustful kiss, just an amazing first kiss. It didn't last long but was the most memorable kiss of my life. We looked into each other eyes, smiled and said our good byes. I started walking and turned around to see that Shannin had also turned around. We waived and then went our own separate way.
Although her work schedule started off to be a little bit of a hurdle, she quickly moved up the departmental ladder and within a couple of months, her schedule stabilized. After about a month of "dates", we were having dinner at my place one evening when Shannin finally took it to the next level. After dinner and a movie, the evening progressed from some serious making-out, to heavy petting, to Shannin telling me that she wanted to spend the night. The sex was exciting because it was new but I got the feeling that she was holding back. I wasn't going to upset the apple cart right now, figuring she would loosen up in time.
Shannin was getting excited about taking the trip to see her sister, but still, seemed somewhat apprehensive. Maybe it was all about spending four whole days with me. The day before we left, Shannin sat next to me on the couch and showed me pictures of her sister, Stacy. She said although they talk on the phone nearly every week, it had been almost two years since she last saw her.
Stacy was about five years older than Shannin and lived in Wisconsin with her husband Dave. You could see the resemblance of the two sisters in their faces but that's where the family resemblance ended. Stacy had a mousy, plain, beaten down and washed out appearance. She had short dark, dull hair as opposed to Shannin's golden locks. Shannin explained that Stacy had struggled with her weight since childhood. The poor woman looked defeated. Shannin went on to say that hopefully Stacy's deadbeat husband Dave, would be working all weekend. Apparently, Dave hit on Shannin whenever he got the chance. She said he would accidentally grab her ass as he walked past her or he would accidentally bump into her, getting a handful of her boobs. I had decided it was my mission to make sure Dave didn't get anywhere near Shannin this weekend.
