I double-checked the note in my hand. This was the gate, and the flight landing was indeed the flight that Amelia should be on. The intercom announced the landing, and I stood nervously next to the gate, waiting for the passengers to come out into the building.
It was hardly necessary that I know what she looked like, since Amelia was my girlfriend's identical twin sister. Still, from habit, I was chanting to myself to look for a short, skinny brunette with generous breasts and dark green eyes.
The room around me was buzzing with excitement, husbands, mothers, fathers, daughters, everyone waiting for family or friends to leave the room and join them again. Airports had always made me nervous, the tall ceilings and loud noises. I hated travel and I didn't much like visitors, so nothing exciting had ever happened at an airport for me. Everyone else, however, seemed to feel differently and their excitement was almost contagious. I chided myself for being silly when my stomach flip-flopped, my nerves at meeting this girl who I was going to rape coming to surface.
Claudia's plan was for me to ignore Amelia's flirting all together. I didn't need to mention that that is what I would have done anyway; Claudia would hear none of it. I would fend off all of Claudia's sister's advances until Amelia was certain that I didn't want her. Hinting at a bondage and anal rape fetish would set the scene for later, Claudia said, so I had planned a few things to say in front of this stranger.
Later in the week, Claudia would do her best to get Amelia to be in a place that Amelia would think Claudia was supposed to be in, and I would just happen to find her there. I would pretend to think that Amelia was Claudia, and proceed with a rape scene that Claudia and I would plan out extensively. Claudia was excited by the idea of me forcing myself on her sister, but I was a little tense about the whole thing.
"I don't like to take someone who's unwilling," I had pleaded with Claudia. "Are you sure you can't just let this go?"
Claudia had crossed her arms and stuck out her chin, giving me her best pouting face.
"Don't you love me, Mark?" she had asked, sniffing.
"Of course I love you, Claude," I had felt so helpless. I didn't want her to be sad, but at the same time I knew that she was using me. How else could I prove to her that I loved her, though?
"If you love me, you'll do this for me. If you don't do this, I'll know that you don't really love me and that you're going to break up with me."
I had shuddered at the logic that she used, but had nodded.
"I'll do it, honey," I agreed, hanging my head and leaving the room. For all that Claudia claimed to be a submissive during sex play, she was very dominant all other times.
The doors opened and passengers began to march down the corridor. I peered into the hall, seeking Amelia's petite form. Knots in my stomach tightened again, and I took a deep swallow of air, trying to calm myself.
A lone female walked off of the plane. All the other passengers seemed to have formed little groups, five or six coming out at a time before a pause in the line. Amelia walked alone, holding her backpack on one shoulder and looking forward confidently.
Her whole body reeked of confidence and high esteem. Her shoulders were back, her head held high, her hair flipped over her shoulder. She smiled at strangers, making eye contact with everyone in the waiting room, winking at a couple of men. I felt a strange pang of jealousy as a man next to me whispered a rude comment about her to a friend.
If you just glanced at her, in a crowd of people, Amelia looked identical to Claudia. Of course, they were identical twins. But their appearance stopped at their features. Where Claudia's face was soft, her eyes large and lips almost always in a smile, Amelia's features seemed hard. Her eyes were big, it's true, but they seemed almost cold despite the curl of her lips, which to my eyes seemed more like a superior sneer than a smile. Her hair seemed a bit thinner, her breasts a bit higher. Her whole frame seemed taller than Claudia's due to the confidence of Amelia's stance. She walked past me, and I followed her swiftly, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.
"Hi," I said, uneasily.
"Mark," she said, as if certain that I had been sent to pick her up. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me close in a very intimate fashion. My spine stiffened as her curvy body molded around mine, and she reached up on her tiptoes to plant a wet kiss on my cheeks. Her lips were cold, not at all like Claudia's welcome ones, and her forward behavior caused me to flush a bit. "It's so great to meet you," she purred. "I've heard so much about you from Claudia."
This surprised me. Claudia hadn't spoken to Amelia in years before last weekend, and I didn't know that they'd had more than one conversation since then. The thought that Amelia might be lying flashed across my brain.
"I've heard about you, too," I said, pulling away from her embrace.
Amelia frowned as I held her at arms length, an uncomfortable look in my eyes. She quickly recovered back into a smile, and batted her long eyelashes at me.
"Won't you help me with my luggage?" she asked, offering her backpack.
The backpack was small, not at all too heavy for her, but I took it.
"Thank you," she said, winking at me. "Let's go down to the baggage claim. They said that it would be station D."
Thirty minutes later I was carrying the backpack, two large suitcases, and a purse as Amelia chattered on and on about her flight. Apparently she'd been seated next to the most boring woman on earth. I made sympathizing sounds, clucking here and groaning there, but inside I was irritated to no end. It seemed like an eternity before we reached my car, and I gratefully dropped the baggage into the trunk.
"It's about an hour drive to our house," I said, shutting the driver's side door. "It goes by rather quickly, though, the scenery isn't that bad."
Amelia nodded, looking out the window, as I backed out of the parking space. I was paying too much attention to her nod, however, and didn't notice the car pulling behind me. The back of my car hit the door of the other car with a sickening crunch. I groaned.
"Sorry about that," I apologized to Amelia.
"Don't worry about it," she said, turning her face towards me in a wide smile. Her eyes were twinkling, and she unbuckled her seatbelt just as I was unfastening mine. "Please," she said, "Let me take care of it."
"I can do it," I argued, annoyed that she thought I was too much of a coward to do it myself.
"Please," she said again. "I'm good with people." She opened her door and slid out before I could say another word, walking over to the man who was inspecting his scratched door.
I rolled down my window, listening to what she was saying, and watched her out of the rear view mirror.
Her words came as mumbles, but I could tell that the tone was low and seductive. Her breasts seemed to thrust out even more than usual, and she shifted her weight so that one of her hips stuck out to the side, giving her a jaunty posture. From the angle she was standing, I could see her exposed cleavage, something I hadn't noticed until now. The line of her breasts seemed to heave up and down with each breath she took, the tops jiggling as she laughed at something the man was saying.
A few minutes later she put her arms around the man in a hug as intimate as the one she and I had shared not too long before, and she walked back towards the car, her hips swinging seductively.
"Sometimes you just need to know what to say to a man," she laughed, winking at me.
My mouth felt like it was hanging open. I closed it and backed out of the spot, this time without any incidents.
"What did you say to him?" I had to ask.
