Saturday
I drove along the unfamiliar streets of the small town near Boston, following the directions she had sent me. I was early, since we had agreed to meet at nine and it was only seven-thirty, but I had a long drive and I didn't want to be late.
Passing by the address she had given me I spotted the red Celica in the driveway, telling me it wasn't safe yet. I drove on and around until I found the little strip mall and pulled in. I got a cup of coffee at the donut place and browsed the shelves at the Drug Store.
I was looking at the condom display when I realized I hadn't brought any with me. Stupid! I grabbed a pack and was halfway to the register when I stopped. I thought about our weekend together, our first weekend, her very first weekend, and I went back and grabbed another pack.
I stood by my car smoking until it was eight forty-five, and then I drove back to her house. The apartment buildings there were blocky and dull, brown two-story buildings with an apartment on each floor. Seeing the Celica was gone, I pulled in and sat with the motor running.
I watched her door and when she peeked out just before nine, my heart leapt. I saw her wave, and shut the door. A minute later she came out with an overnight bag, and I got a chance to look her over as she locked the door.
She was tiny, not more than five feet tall, with long blond hair that fell to mid-back. She wore an oversized green army jacket that fell almost to her knees, and I could see she was wearing fishnets and black combat boots.
She picked up the black overnight bag and came to the car as I unlocked the passenger door. I saw her bright blue-gray eyes, ringed by too much mascara, straight, button nose, full lips, again drowning in too much crimson lipstick, and shiny white, perfect teeth. Her skin was flawless, though a bit pale for my tastes.
She got in the car and tossed her bag on the floor by her feet. As she fastened her seatbelt I saw she was wearing a ragged old orange T-shirt and a loose green skirt that came to mid-thigh.
Of course, what really caught my attention was the swell of her full breasts, at least a D-cup. We smiled at each other, and then without a word from either of us I pulled out and began to drive.
We drove through several small towns, all of them running together so that the only way I knew I was in a new one was when I passed another Town Green. Even after an hour of driving we hadn't spoken, and I could sense her nervousness and a little fear.
Back on the Interstate I saw the Marriott sign and pulled off. I parked in the registration parking and we smiled at each other as I got out and went inside. I paid far too much for a King single, and went back down to the car, honestly wondering if she would still be there but as I approached the car I saw her, still sitting in the car, seatbelt on.
I pulled around to the parking space and we got out. I carried our bags as we walked through the lobby and into the waiting elevator. We got out on the fourth floor and walked down the hallway until we reached the door to our room.
I let her inside, and she immediately went to the sliding glass doors and opened them wide, going out onto the balcony. I set the bags down on the floor and stood watching her as she leaned on the railing, looking out at the trees and commercial buildings.
Memory
I was in a chat room, flirting and playing around with several women that I had become acquainted with when she came in. I instantly sent a PM to say hi and welcome, and she responded instantly. We chatted for a very long time, talking about books, music, and movies, though we didn't share any of the same musical tastes.
Then she had asked me if I had a picture. I replied that I did, but would only send it if she promised to do the same. "Nevermind", was her reply.
Now, I have to admit that when someone does that online the first thing you think is, "Oh, it's a guy," but I didn't think she really could be. From our chatting I knew that she was shy.
I immediately sent her my phone number, and invited her to call me collect anytime. I was shocked when barely a minute later my phone rang. I accepted the charges and listened to breathing for a moment.
"Hi," her soft, sweet voice said over the phone line.
"Hey," I said, trying to be very casual. "You've got a great phone voice." I listened to her giggle nervously, and it was a beautiful sound.
We talked for over two hours that night, long past my usual bedtime, but she was exciting me intensely. No, that gives the wrong impression. We didn't talk about sex, or even flirt that much, but our conversation made me want to meet her.
As we ended our call I told her she could call me any evening collect, and that I would accept the charges.
We spoke for hours nightly for several weeks, and as you can guess our conversations grew more and more personal, and far more sexual in nature. We described ourselves (though I know now that she didn't see herself as beautiful as she is) and eventually moved to phone sex.
I remember the first time I heard her have an orgasm over the phone, naked in her bed with a pocket vibrator against her clit and fingers pushing inside herself. She whined and moaned softly, and then burst into tears and had to be consoled for nearly an hour.
I had to meet this girl who lived so far from me. We plotted and planned, and finally she said she could get away for a weekend with me, but that it had to be the specific weekend that was three weeks away.
The night before our rendezvous she sent me her address, and I began to pack.
Her First Time
"Amy," I called out, and I watched her turn toward me. I waved her inside, and she came in, walking right up to me. I put my hands on her hips and kissed her softly, sucking on her thickly-lipsticked lips. Her hands were on my chest, as though she was going to push me away, but then they slid down to my sides, running up behind my back when her breathing became more ragged.
I moved my hands under her jacket, and then slid them up her sides and around until I cupped her large, full breasts. They felt remarkably heavy, but I guessed that was to be expected.
