Jenn and I continued to correspond, often sharing some wonderful experiences using the Webcams. I thought (and fantasized) about meeting her often, but I never really expected it to happen. Eventually she met Michael, and her love life returned to a much more normal set of circumstances. It was obvious that she was happy, and that was enough to satisfy me.
It felt strange when she told me a little about her relationship with Michael. She didn't share anything too intimate, but after all I felt she and I had shared, I still found myself a bit uneasy imagining them together. She even attached a picture of the two of them to one of her e-mails. I had to admit that they looked great together. He was a good looking man, and Jenn, as always, was beautiful.
In spite of myself, I did imagine them together. If I couldn't be with her myself, then it was a rather intense experience to visualize Michael pleasing her as I might have wished. Obviously, I had never seen him naked, but it was not too difficult to imagine his young, strong body lowering itself onto her . . . entering her . . . driving her crazy with pleasure. God, what I would have given to have seen that in person.
My fantasies got a powerful burst when Jenn told me she and Michael were coming to DC. She said she had told Michael about me, and he was interested in meeting me. She said he was thankful that I was there for her during the awful experience she had gone through with the former boyfriend. I was relieved that Michael understood and didn't see me as competition (as if that were possible!), but I was still nervous about the prospect.
It was a beautiful fall weekend when they arrived. They were staying at one of the nicer hotels downtown within easy walking distance of the Mall. I let them have Saturday morning to themselves to see the obvious attractions like the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial and the Smithsonian. I met them midafternoon and took them to one of my favorite, and less well-known places, the Roosevelt Memorial.
As we walked through the warm, fall sunshine, I had my first real chance to look at Jenn. Again and again, my heart caught in my throat as I watched her turn, bend, reach, and move in all the normal ways a lovely young woman innocently offers herself to the world. I drank in her beauty, admiring her legs, her hair, her eyes . . . and yes, I snuck glances as often as possible at her breasts. It was impossible not to overlay the pictures in my head across the clothed body walking near me.
It was actually a burden of sorts to know of the charms that lay so close beneath the thin layers of fabric. My all too vivid imagination placed her most hidden virtues clearly in front of my eyes, and it was sometimes necessary to force my focus onto something other than her body. Otherwise, the effect on my own body was too close to creating an embarrassing scene. I doubted Michael would have been sympathetic had he noticed evidence that I was "seeing" his girlfriend in such an inappropriate way.
No matter, it was the greatest joy I ever expected to receive from Jenn, just to walk beside her and sense the warmth of her body, even from a distance of several feet. I knew that was also in my imagination, but I didn't really care. I took what she was willing to give, and was thankful. Once or twice, our eyes even met and lingered, and I was sure she understood what I was feeling.
After the tour, I walked them back to their hotel. It had been a nice opportunity to meet them, and I was happy I had done nothing to ruin the comfort they had both seemed to have with my presence. In fact, Michael had been as friendly and appreciative of my attentions as I could ever have hoped. I felt attracted to both Jenn and Michael, and I regretted that they lived so far away. I knew the distance was actually a good thing, but still, I loved seeing them together, even if all it gave me was a small, confusing, and a bit of a guilty thrill. Ah well, I thought, fantasies will have to suffice.
In the lobby, Michael said his goodbyes and headed for the elevator. With obvious confidence and lot of class, he left Jenn alone with me to say her own farewells.
"Jenn . . .," I began.
""Shhhh," Jenn quickly hushed me. She leaned forward, hugged me tightly, and whispered. "Michael's going out for a while to pick up some friends who we're taking to dinner later. Wait five minutes, then come up to room 514. I want to tell you goodbye more appropriately. See you soon."
She turned and ran quickly back to Michael and slipped into the elevator as the door closed. I hadn't even had the chance to say anything. Stunned, I wondered what to do. Realizing there was no way I could leave after such an invitation, I stumbled over to a chair back in the corner of the lobby and sat.
After a few minutes, I saw Michael come back out of the elevator, car keys in hand, and I saw Jenn had been serious. She was upstairs waiting for me. I had no real idea what she had in mind. I was sure it was innocent, but what a situation to imagine. Heart pounding, I stood up and headed for the elevator.
When I came out of the elevator on the fifth floor, Jenn already had her head poking out the door of her room, watching for me. "Come on," she laughed, an huge smile on her face, "Hurry."
I trotted to the door, she grabbed my hand, pulled me into the room, and threw her arms around me. "Don't look so shocked," she giggled. "Did you actually think I was going to give you a little hug, a peck on the cheek, and send you on your way forever? After all you did for me, you actually thought that was all I wanted to give you? You are so funny!"
I wanted to understand what she was saying, but the effect of having Jenn . . . there . . . in my arms . . . after all the fantasies, the imaginings . . . it was too intoxicating to allow for clear thinking. "Jenn," I tried, "I didn't think . . . I mean, I wanted you, but . . . but we can't, I mean we shouldn't . . . but . . . "
Jenn looked in my eyes, and she saw I wasn't sure what she was offering. "Oh Roger," she smiled. "I'm not suggesting anything . . . inappropriate. I just wanted you to have a few minutes here, alone with me, so I could say thank you, in private. That's not anything bad, is it?"
I was relieved, and then a bit disappointed, to realize she hadn't intended anything . . . intimate. But then again, we were alone together, she was in my arms, this was far more than I had ever expected. Who was I to complain?
"I understand," I said. "And yes, I'm grateful just to be here. Thank you for this chance. So, how do we say goodbye?," I said, with my own smile.
"Hmmmmm," Jenn murmured, "I guess most friends who have shared as much as we have deserve a goodbye kiss, wouldn't you think?"
