The sun shone brightly through the airport windows as I stepped out of the terminal. My jeans were wrinkled from sitting on the plane for so long and my ears felt odd after popping and landing. I checked my phone for service before clicking her name and sending the two word text: "you here?"
She fucking better be,
I thought. I twenty years-old and doing a tour for my first book. Some people had liked it, I guess, and I had sold a decent amount of copies, so here I was, getting off a plane in California so that I could speak at some universities and bookstores and such.
The tour had been good so far and an online friend had offered to let me crash in her dorm for a few nights, since there was a lot of weird downtime.
My phone lit up. "Yeah, I'm here. Just come outside."
I grabbed my bag and pushed through the glass doors. I lit a cigarette, American Spirit, and leaned against the guardrail. It was a habit I'd picked up over the last few weeks; I told myself it was because I stressed out less that way, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't think I fit a better image that way.
The hoodie that I had been wearing in the still-cool Philadelphia spring weather was already sticking to my body in the Sacramento heat. I pulled it off and slung it over my shoulder, revealing a bright tie dye t-shirt. Perfect California bullshit, right?
I watched the parking lot absentmindedly, humming a tune that I'd heard on an ad until I heard someone call my name.
"Vince! Vince!" she called.
I turned to see a curvy blonde in a black dress and high heels running toward me.
"Hey, Kenna," I called out as she ran into me, wrapping her arms around my upper body. Her breasts, D cup as I would soon find out, pressed against me, the scent of light vanilla perfume wafting up. I could feel an erection forming. "How are you?" I asked her as we started walking to her car.
"Good," she said as she flashed a smile and chattered about her school and such. I was done school already, but that didn't surprise me, as my university ended much earlier than most.
We got to her car, an unremarkable black vehicle, where she bent to open the trunk. Her dress rode up and I got a flash of pink panty covering her round ass.
She turned around, smiling as she tossed my bag into the trunk. The car ride to her school was about an hour and we just talked about whatever, her doing most of the talking. She was a freshman in college and seemed to be doing really well.
As we approached her campus, I began to feel very much at home. Clusters of students sat on benches smoking or hurried into buildings. The walk to her building from where we parked wasn't far.
