Liz looked out the window, nervous as hell at being in an airplane. Filled with nervousness, excitement, and a lusty libido, Liz almost jumped out of her seat as the plane landed on the tarmac. Finally, finally, finally!!!! She was getting ready to meet Vanessa in person, the Latina cutie that she had been conversing with for a full year! Both had such busy schedules that it had been impossible to meet sooner, so they contented themselves with e-mails, chat rooms, and...ahem..."pleasure time" together. This Thanksgiving, however, both of them had some time off of work to finally meet in person!
Liz was so relieved to be off the airplane and on solid ground. Flying was never one of her strong points, and adding a "first date" to that really put the pressure on her nerves. She hailed a cab and in less than twenty minutes was on Vanessa's doorstep. And what an aroma! Even from outside, Liz could smell the heavenly odors of turkey, stuffing, corn, potatos, and all sorts of goodies being worked on inside. Nervously, Liz knocked on the door, primping her red curls in an attempt to get rid of "plane head".
The door opened and Liz and Vanessa met for the first time. Liz took one look at Vanessa's long dark hair, her sensual figure, her warm (yet teasing) smile, and smoothly said, "Vuh...you...hi...vuh...". Vanessa laughed, reached out her arms, and gave Liz a huge hug. "Get in here, you silly! You act as if you've never seen another woman!"
"I don't think another woman has lived that's as beautiful as you!" Liz confessed, then quickly shut her mouth, afraid of coming on too strong. Vanessa just beamed and ushered Liz into the house. Liz quickly took of her coat and sweater, since the room was well-heated by the activity at the stove. "How can I help?" Liz asked, hoping Vanessa didn't notice her lack of culinary skills.
"Well, I think the pumpkin pie is almost done. Would you check on that? I'll take your bags to the room." With a wink and a flip of her hair, Vanessa grabbed Liz's bag and took it upstairs. Liz looked nervously at the oven, imagining a mean face ready to ruin the food as soon as she touched it. She opened the oven and saw that the pumpkin pie was done and took it out. Now what?
Hmmm..., Liz thought, I know that whipped cream gets put on pumpkin pie. Why don't I just slather it in cream now, so Vanessa doesn't have to worry about it later? Action followed thought and soon enough Liz had a spoon and was scooping whipped cream on the hot pie. Ack!!! The whipped cream was melting on the pie! Liz panicked and began to scoop even more of the whipped cream on, hoping to cover up the melted sticky mess. She soon found out, though, that the whipped cream kept melting no matter how much she put on the pie!
