~Hey guys, this is Fr3akiCh1ck. Please go easy on me with this story. It's my first submission and I'm contemplating making this a series. Please leave comments if you enjoy this story or if you have some helpful advice as to how to make my stories better in the future, thanks! :)
This was it. This was the day that Scott and Charlotte would finally see eachother in person for the first time. They had met through Charlotte's cousin who went to college with Scott and the two hit it off ever since. They spoke to eachother on the phone almost every night for hours on end. At first, the conversations started out simple and playful, only hinting towards their attraction towards eachother. But within a month, every time they spoke to eachother, it would lead to a trip on some of their wildest fantasies, leaving them satisfied, and slightly embarrassed by the end of their conversation. They constantly spoke of seeing eachother, and what it would be like and now the day was here. Charlotte couldn't believe that she was only moments away from seeing the man who she had waited for for nearly a year.
Charlotte jumped and let out a short yelp when she was shocked out of her thoughts by the ferocious vibrating in her pocket. "Hello?" She asked, not bothering to look at the caller ID in her hurry to fish her rinestone blackberry out of her tight jeans.
"Hey babe, is that you I see walking out of the airport? It looks like I gave you a bit of a scare huh?" Scott's deep, rumbly voice greeted her ear from her cellphone. Charlotte had to bite her lower lip for a moment, thinking about how she'd finally be able to hear that same voice whispering the most private things against her ear in person. Caught in her little day dream, it took Charlotte a little while to register that Scott was asking her a question. "Huh? Oh. Wait... where are you?" she asked him, her neatly trimmed eyebrows pulling together a bit as she looked around the outside of the airport in confusion.
There were plenty of people on their cellphone, no doubt trying to get a hold of the loved one or collegue they were there to pick up from their flight.
"Nevermind," Charlotte smiled, finally spotting a familiar face across the parking lot. There he stood, leaning against his jet black porche, looking more handsome than she had ever imagined. He was dressed in an expensive pair of blue jeans and a crisp, dark green button up shirt that made his blue eyes tint green it it's reflection.
Charlotte hung up her phone and walked toward him, trying to keep herself from tripping like a moron, or even worse, running towards him like those couples on Wife Swap. She was relieved when he began to walk towards her as well, giving her less time to make a fool of herself before she even made it into his arms. "Scott! I told you I would finally come see you!" She smiled, letting go of her suitcase so she could embrace him. She nearly melted when she felt his strong arms wrap tightly around her small waist.
"I know, I'm sorry I doubted you." Scott chuckled against her ear as he laid a gentle kiss there, grinning as he heard her gasp quietly. "You know, you promised me a kiss right away, remember?" He chided, pulling away from her just slightly, to look down at her blushing face. He wasn't going to let her get off the hook so easily.
"Oh... yeah." Charlotte giggled nervously, mentally kicking herself in the butt for running her mouth on the phone like she was some type of kissing expert.
Scott smirked at her, waiting for her to make the move that he already knew she wasn't going to make. "Huh... well I guess you aren't as ballsy as you make yourself sound on the phone... I can wait though... You know, you're a lot shor-" he began to tease her about her height before he suddenly felt the softest lips he had ever felt against his own. He couldn't help the soft groan that grumbled in his throat when he squeezed her closer and seized her lips, his tongue running along her lower lip, tasting her cherry lip gloss on his tongue before he felt her own lips part and her tongue brush against his.
Charlotte felt her insides melt as she tasted Scott on her tongue. He tasted like cigarette smoke and mouth wash but she felt like she was tasting a drug for the first time, instantly becoming addicted. She loved how their tongues took their time exploring eachother's mouths, quickly learning every texture and taste of the other. Charlotte could feel her heart beat quickening and her body turning into mush, in no time she would easily be just a puddle on the ground beneath his feet.