Rowan and I had met through a music website some 5 odd years ago. Infact, if she wasn't my first online friend, she was one of the first.
Immediately we had a lot in common. Obviously we both loved the same band, and thought their bass player was the sexiest man on earth, also we were both blonde, both Aries, had the same take no prisoners and take no shit attitudes, both were in to alternative spirituality ..
We were from different countries and our life paths had certainly been different, but there were also parallels.
It was apparant to us both that we had a real bond .. like sisters. We certainly did look alike! Even my mother thought so.
And whilst Rowan is the more flirtacious of the two of us, in no time we had many guys fantasising over being with us - the whole "twins" fantasy...
She actually did end up fucking one of the guys .. and told him how she had wanted to do me.
It was only after a long conversation with him that I realised that Rowan was serious - it wasn't just her mucking around and being cheeky and leading the boys on.
Our friendship was cemented and never waned and we discussed us having a committed lesbian relationship, but we both liked dick too much to make a go of that (not to mention I had never been with a girl before).
But none-the-less, that didn't diminish our spiritual bond as friends, sisters, witches and potentially, lovers.
So now, many moons later I FINALLY get to meet my beloved Rowan.
I am busting with excitement when the plane taxi's in to the terminal! I rush of the plane and am 'power walking' to the gate, I pause to 'straighten myself up' after the flight and do a quick hair and make up check.
I am wearing a black flowing Steve Nicks style skirt, black knee high lace up boots and a bright red top that is cut to follow the line of body snuggly - my narrow waist, curving out to my full hips and tightly hugging my "rack" (as Rowan refers to them), my skin is pale, my long blonde hair is out and I am wearing my signature bright red lipstick.
She is wearing a purple velvet skirt and a top in shades of purples, like me her long blonde hair is out and her big blue eyes express the same excitement I am feeling.
Ro is in her mid 30s I'm in my late 30s, we're about the same height and the same weight and god endowed both of us with big tits.
We run squealing in to each others arms and embrace, jump around and are close to tears. I swear there is not one person and the terminal that hasn't heard us carrying on like a pair of high school girls catching up after the long summer break.
"My god, Angelene, I can't believe you are really fucking here" she says in her smart arse way. "Oh beautiful, I know! Finally! Can you fucking believe it?" I replied.
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