She giggled to herself as she opened the gift wrapped package waiting for her at this hard-to-find scenic overlook and found its contents. She was freezing, her toes numb after the short walk from the parking lot along the unshoveled path. She thought it would be warmer here near the Mediterranean. There was a map, marked with a small red X, a blindfold, and a note.
'I needed to be sure you were alone. I am most likely looking at you right now from far away, excited to finally meet you. At the marked location, there is a bookstore. Inside the bookstore, locate the book titled 'Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates' by Tom Robbins. Inside the book, there will be a note with your next set of instructions. Put the blindfold in your pocket, please. Xoxo -T.'
She was getting excited. There was so much build up to the moment that was finally about to happen! They had met online on an erotica website and had been sharing and collaborating on stories about hot and steamy things since they were both in high school. Although they had talked about meeting for several years, neither thought it was a possibility for geographical reasons until Janet recently came into a sizeable inheritance. Janet is a young American, and here she was just outside of this small mountain town in Albania, of all places.
As she climbed back into her compact rental car, she laughed that in today's GPS world, her soon possibly lover had her navigating from a large relief map. It was fun, and she felt more adventurous than she ever had before. She thought to call T but didn't, she enjoyed the suspense. Her last four calls had gone straight to voicemail anyway. The fact that she still had no idea if T was man or woman was becoming almost painful to her, similar to the pain in her toes as the floor heater brought the feeling back into them. It was actually Janet's fault. She had refused to skype or talk several times, back in the day. When T had told her early on that what gender he or she was wasn't important, that people are people, she agreed. Janet had since accepted her friend's androgynous existence as just T.
The stories they wrote together often had genderless characters in them. Some of the ones they had written just for each other were the most intense. T's style was darker, more dominant, and far more devious than Janets. Janet enjoyed fantasies of submission, with romantic happy endings. The story that T wrote for Janet that cemented her decision to come to see them was the most beautiful and erotic thing she had ever read. It had nothing to do with the main characters physical beauty or gender, so she didn't care what T was or wasn't. She just wanted to come to be with this beautiful mind for once, to hopefully feel them, to possibly give herself as a gift to them.
Now here she was, close to being able to do it, almost as far away from home as possible. She had never imagined how different things would be here. She had already driven for hours over horrible snowy roads, and seen both very beautiful things, and also some impoverished places that made her realize how fortunate she had been growing up in upstate New York. As she entered T's quaint and charming snow dusted town, her anticipation grew to new heights.
Janet had never been with a woman. She was beautiful and had made a great girlfriend to two different guys, both of whom betrayed her with infidelity that she couldn't forgive. Her sexual appetite was never-ending, so this was unacceptable to her. Both young men were handsome and intelligent, aside from their ability to be loyal. It had been a very long time since she had been intimate with a guy, so either possibility was equally as enticing to her.
Although she had fantasized about women and even written many lesbian stories, her inexperience led her to consider herself bi-curious. T covered all categories of erotica with their stories, and it could be anything from amazingly romantic to incredibly dirty. There was even scary nonconsensual and incest and taboo related subject matter in her catalog. Even their filthiest stuff was incredibly well written and erotic though, and everything Janet had read by them thrilled her, usually causing her to pleasure herself into a frenzy. This is something that almost no other erotica could do for her, even commercially published award-winning and popular authors.
After she finally found a bookstore near the red x on the map, which was a challenge, Janet stepped inside. It was a very old store, with hand carved dark woodwork everywhere. There were candles glowing in the corners. She browsed the categories carefully and settled on foreign since very few books outside of that section were in English. Not seeing it, she made her way to a counter in the back, where a young pretty woman about her age sat reading.
"English?" Janet asked.
"Yes, some, I can help you?" The girl replied with a smile.
"I'm looking for an American novel by Tom Robbins, it's named..." The woman reached down and placed the book on the counter, but kept a hand on top of it, while also picking up her cell phone and dialing a number. The attractive young woman spoke in Albanian to someone on the phone briefly, while looking at Janet. She was smiling and giggled before she hung up.
"It's for you, no charge." Janet flipped thru it and located the note.
"I imagine you were just speaking to my friend T?"
"Perhaps. Or maybe I order a book or dinner. Enjoy your time, Janet."
"Is T a man or woman?" She needed to know.
"Who is T?" The young lady smiled, and Janet realized just how beautiful she was when she did. Her long curly brown hair framed her tan skin and deep dark eyes and she thought she may have noticed a slight blush, as she twirled and walked through a curtain into the back. She read the note.
'Congratulations. My twin sister has determined you seem lovely and are beautiful, so you are reading this. There is a store directly across the road, please enter it and ask for Jetmir. Do as he says, he is a trusted friend. Xxx-T.'
