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I heard my phone go off and my fingers automatically began to hit pretend keys in the air to “Fur Elise,” one of my favorite songs to play on the keyboard. I walked over to the phone and hit the button to see who text me. I smiled when I saw it was from Thomas, a long time, long distance friend. We had spoken to each other for at least five years. I had taken about a two year sabbatical on talking over the Internet but had recently returned. Upon my return, Thomas had given me his cell number and I had started texting him instead of e-mailing. This was a good thing. It was easier to text then to jump on the net to check in boxes. I read the text, “what’s up, baby? How are you?”

I smiled as I typed my response, “not much. It’s summer time. Don’t have anything to do, no classes, no work. It kinda sux! Other than that, I’m good. How r u doing?”

I brought the phone with me as I sat back down on the couch and hit play on the remote. I am a graduate student so during the semester I do not get much time to watch television. I had entire seasons of my favorite shows to watch and currently I was into watching “Ghost Hunters.”

The phone went back off and I looked down at it, “I’m good. Can I ask you to do me a favor?”

My eyebrow went up but I didn’t think much of it. He had asked for these things before: do me a favor, call me, let me hear your voice; do me a favor also meant, sometimes, that we were about to start one of our extremely hot fuck-talk sessions. I replied back, “yeah if I can. What is it?”

I fast forwarded through the commercials and by the time the show came back on my phone was going off again, “will you give me your address?”

My head went back with a look of shock. Why did he want my address? In the years that we had been talking he had never asked for anything like that. I probably wouldn’t have ever given it to him, but I thought it was strange. I replied, “Y do u want my addy?”

The response was quick, “cuz I want to send u sumthin.”

“What do u want to send me?”

“Y do u ask so many questions?”

I took a deep breath, let it out, and replied, “This makes me a little nervous.”

“There’s no need to be nervous. Do u think I’d do anything bad?”

“Do I really know the real u?”

“Jessi. C’mon it’ll be fine. I promise. It’s just a little sumthin to say thnx for all the years.”

“Lemme have ur addy.”

“What? Y?”

“Y do u want mine?”

“I’ll give it to u.”

“How will I know if it is really ur addy?”

“How do I know if u give me urs that it’ll really be where u live?”

“You can chk mine. There’s this thing called the Internet.”

“U could chk mine too.”

“Well, Thomas, u gonna give it to me or what?”

He replied with an address. I replied back, “This is ur real addy? If I looked it up, I would be satisfied?”

“Yes, Jessi, it seriously is my real addy. I promise to God. Now give me urs.”

“U know there are certain sins that u can’t just go and confess to and getting an address from someone that u might be wanting to rape and kill is one of those sins. Don’t promise to God if ur lying to me.”

“I’m not lying to u. Nor do I want to rape and kill u.”

I finally gave in and gave him my address.

“Thnx, baby. Watch the mail.”

“Y? R u sending a bomb or sumthin?”

“Dammit, girl! Stop that.”

I waited anxiously all week. I watched for the mailman and made him hand me each envelope. He looked at me weird but didn’t say anything to me. Finally, there was an envelope with Thomas’ return address on it. I looked at it but wouldn’t touch it.

“Open that.”

“What?”

“Open that letter for me.”

“Why? I can’t do that. I’d get fired.”

“I’m not going to tell.”

“Seriously, I can’t do it.”

“Seriously, you will do it.”

It never took people long to succumb to what I wanted them to do and he opened the letter for me. He showed it to me, “see.” He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. It was a little note that said, “see you soon.” Inside the envelope was a plane ticket.

“What did you think it was?”

“I didn’t know.”

He looked at me weirdly again, shook his head and went off to finish his route. I held the ticket in my hand. The departure date was for this coming Friday. I noticed it wasn’t a round trip ticket. I went in the house and text Thomas.

“Hey, what’s this plane ticket for?”

“It’s for you to come see me.”

“I don’t fly.”

“You can cash it in. Then you could use the money to buy the gas it takes to get down here.”

“Y’d u do this?”

“I think that we have waited long enough to see each other. I knew you wouldn’t make the first move. I can’t leave here to come up there so I did the only thing I could think of.”

“R u serious?”

“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t have spent the money on the ticket.”

“It’s not a round trip ticket.”

“Thought myb u’d like it down here enough to stay.”

“U know I can’t stay. I have school and a life and everything else up here.”

“Wishful thinking. When ankara rus escort u get tired of being here I’ll buy u a plane ticket home.”

“No u won’t. Ur going to kidnap me and keep me there.”

“That’s very wishful thinking.”

“OMG!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. You know me. You know I couldn’t do that.”

“How do I know? How do I really know? You could have been lying to me all these years.”

“U have major trust issues don’t you?”

“We rnt psycho-analyzing me.”

“Jessi, seriously, I just want to see you in real life. You could stay the weekend, then I’ll buy you a ticket home or you could buy yrslf one doesn’t matter really.”

“Alright, whatever. Thnx for the ticket.”

“I’m going to be at the airport to pick you up. If ur not there…..”

I knew that was coming. I really had no choice now. He knew where I lived. It wouldn’t be too hard for him to take a short trip up to Kansas City.

Friday morning rolled around. I got up early and drove to the cathedral. I walked into the chapel and got on my knees. I prayed until I heard a noise. I turned around and saw my Father walking through.

“Father Matt?”

“Good morning, Jessica, how are you?”

“I’m good. Father Matt, can I speak to you?”

“Yes. I’m hear aren’t I?”

He gave a playful smile and I smiled back. Father Matt was not like any priest I had ever met before.

“Well…actually…I need to confess.”

He looked at me and waved his hand for me to follow him. We went into the confessional room. I didn’t wait for him to say his opening prayer but crossed myself and dove right in, “forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been two years since my last confession.”

I spilled my soul out to Father Matt. I told him things that I had never confessed before, would have never confessed until my deathbed. Then I told him what was about to happen.

“I had to confess in case I’m murdered.”

“Do you really think he’s going to hurt you? If you really think this then I advise you not to go.”

“I don’t know. I’m probably being over-dramatic. We have talked about meeting for years. I guess I just have never prepared myself for it.”

He laughed and patted me on the head, “Jessica, I think you’ll be okay. But you have to come back and confess what you’re about to do. I’m sure everything your going to do will be sinful.”

He winked at me and I blushed but nodded my head. He gave me my penance for my sins. I really didn’t think that he gave me enough, but what do I know. I never thought he gave me enough for the things that I have done. I went back into the chapel and did what he told me to. Before I left I asked Father Matt to bless my rosary before I hung it around my neck.

“Don’t worry Jess. I think you’ll be fine. I should know, you know.”

He pointed up at the ceiling and I laughed and nodded, “okay Father.”

I stepped out of the terminal, a little dizzy and sick from the plane ride. As I looked up at the people waiting for friends and family, I saw Thomas. He stood there, in a black tee-shirt and a pair of jeans. His arms were crossed under his chest. I saw a look of wonder on his face. He hadn’t seen me yet. I dropped back behind a man and looked at him longer. I didn’t know why. I knew what he looked like, but I wanted to study him in person. I took my eyes from his short brown hair to his eyebrows. I immediately wanted to touch them. I have a small obsession with eyebrows and from the first time I saw a picture of his face I liked his. I liked the way they were shaped, the thickness of them. I wanted to run my thumb over each one. I moved on looking over his lips and jaw line. He was a very attractive man. I moved my eyes down the rest of him. He was tall; he kept himself in good shape. My eyes lingered on the area of his cock. I knew what was there, had seen many pictures of his cock. I didn’t realize that the man I was hiding behind had moved and I heard Thomas’ voice say my name. I looked up at him and smiled.

There is always this kind of odd silence between people who are meeting for the first time. I had talked to him on several occasions. I knew some about his life; he knew some about mine, but it still felt extremely odd to be standing right in front of him. I let his eyes drink me in, as I had done him. I watched as he looked at my strawberry-blond hair. I tried not to lock eyes with him as he studied my face. I saw his eyes go to my big blue eyes, and down my nose to my full lips and then further. I had on a tank top with a light sweater unbuttoned over it. His eyes rested on my full breasts. They finally moved down the rest of my body. He let his eyes rest on the area of my jeans that covered my pussy. He finally came back up and I looked at him with my head cocked to the side. He smiled; I smiled and he spoke up, “your short.”

I nodded and bit my lower lip, “yeah I am.”

“I mean, I knew that, but seeing you here in real life. Man you’re really small!”

I sighed and nodded again. I only stood four feet eleven inches tall. I hadn’t bothered with ankara türbanlı escort heels on the plane, but threw on a pair of flip-flops. He laughed, “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“No you didn’t. Just not the first time I’ve heard that.”

“I kinda thought you’d be in a pair of your heels.”

I shrugged, “I was on a plane. Why would I need heels?”

“I don’t know. You’re real cute.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you have any luggage?”

I lifted up my bag, “this is it.”

“You didn’t pack much.”

“I think I packed enough.”

He nodded his head, “You ready to go? Are you hungry? I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten lunch yet or anything.”

“Yeah, I haven’t eaten anything today.”

“At all?”

“No I was too nervous.”

“Are you still nervous?”

“Yeah but not enough not to eat now.”

“Well then it’s settled. We will go eat.”

I nodded and walked slightly in front of him. I always tried to do this no matter who I was with. I have short legs and most people walk too fast for me. I hate running to try and keep up with them, so I walk in front so they have to keep my pace.

When we got out into the Texas heat, I shed my sweater.

“Damn!”

“What?”

I turned my head and looked behind me.

“You never told me you had a new tattoo.”

“Oh yeah. You like it?”

I pulled the strap down on my tank so he could see the whole thing. It was a Celtic cross that ran almost the entire length and width of my shoulder blade. At the top of the cross were the words, “God brought us together” and at the bottom it finished with, “nothing will tear us apart.”

“Yeah I like it. When you did you get it?”

“Last year.”

“Did it hurt?”

“No. I’m not a pussy.”

He laughed. I looked back at him, “do you have any tattoos, Thomas?”

I said it like Tim Curry had in the movie “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”

He laughed and I shook my head, “sorry.”

“You do a really good impression of Tim Curry.”

“Thanks, I try.”

We went off to lunch and talked some more. When there was a lull in the conversation he leaned on the table, “so Jessi do you feel more comfortable now?”

I gave him a smile, “I went to church this morning. I confessed all my sins, in case you kill me.”

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“Oh my God! So you don’t feel all that comfortable huh?”

“I wouldn’t say that. I feel alright. The confession was a just-in-caser.”

He smiled and nodded, “Okay.”

“Let me ask you this. Why did you choose this weekend?”

He leaned back and took a drink of his coffee. I took this as an opportunity to light a cigarette.

“I see why you wanted to sit outside now. I forgot that you smoked.”

“Yep I do. Are you gonna answer the question or what?”

I leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs.

“I am alone this weekend. I have the whole house to myself until next Tuesday.”

I smiled and exhaled, “is that why you didn’t spring for a hotel room?”

He laughed and nodded, “yeah basically.”

“I see. I thought maybe you were just being cheap.”

He gave me a fake angry look and I smiled again, “so what are your plans with me this weekend, Thomas?”

“I thought that tonight we’d go see some bands. I know you like to do that.”

I shrugged, “yeah depends on the band really.”

“Well we can look and see whose all playing.”

Later that night we decided on what bands to go see. We settled on a bar that had some live psychobilly music. I love this genre of music and I don’t get to go see a lot of it in Kansas City.

“May I use your shower and stuff to get ready?”

“You can use whatever you like.”

I laughed and shook my head and headed towards the bathroom. I was surprised when he didn’t come in. I thought that he would. The door finally opened after I was dressed and I was putting on the last of my make-up.

“Fuck me, your so hot.”

I smiled, “I will. Oh and thank you.”

He looked me up and down. His eyes falling and lingering on the hem of the short skirt I had on, then falling to the heels.

“Damn, you can dress.”

I smiled again and nodded, ” I know. I mean thank you.”

He walked out and I followed him, “I’m ready when you are.”

He turned around and stepped close to me. “I bet you’re always ready.”

I smiled at him, “not a day in my life that I haven’t been.”

He smiled and turned back around, “Lets go then.”

The music was loud and the drinks were strong. This was my kind of place. I loved a bartender that gave you vodka with a splash of seven-up as opposed to the other way around. I drank fast. I always did knocking out three drinks in a matter of twenty minutes.

“You better slow down, girl or I’ll be carrying you outta here.”

“I can hold my liquor. I’m not feeling it yet. Won’t feel it for another six drinks or so.”

I hopped off the bar stool.

“Where you going?”

“I gotta pee.”

I felt bahçelievler escort his eyes watch my ass the entire time. I smiled and wiggled it a little at him before going into the bathroom.

When I came out, he downed the rest of his drink and pointed to the door.

“Let’s get outta here.”

“But we’ve only seen the first band.”

“I know but I want to take you to a dance club. I want to watch that body of yours move.”

I smiled and nodded.

The other club that we went to felt like home to me. I spend lots of time in Kansas City frequenting dance clubs and this one, though bigger than the one I usually end up in, had that same atmosphere. I heard the same music I always do, and I loved it. We went to the bar and ordered some drinks but before I could take a sip of mine a song that I loved to dance to came on. I smiled, “I’ll be back.”

I have never been one of those girls that needed to have anybody come up to the dance floor with me. In fact, I’ve always hated it. I can’t stand to be danced on. I didn’t need any body’s help to keep the rhythm of the music, and I damn well didn’t need someone who couldn’t move their body trying to press up against me.

I began to dance. I knew I was good, back home I had guys and girls come up to me and compliment me on the way I danced. I looked across the bar to see Thomas staring at me. I turned around swinging my ass out. I knew my skirt was short enough that he and everybody else caught a good glimpse of my bare ass. I turned back around and started going down. I kept my legs together, to show at least some modesty, but I knew that in the skirt I was wearing I flashed my pussy as well.

The song ended and I came off the dance floor. I was stopped several times by guys asking, “will you dance with me?” I smiled and shrugged, “yeah that’s fine.” Or I’d get a “where you going?” And I’d smile at them, “back to my drink.” I finally got back Thomas and he clapped, “wow you really are good at that.”

“Thank you.”

“What all those guys want?”

I laughed, “they want my pussy.”

“So do I.”

I pressed my body against his and looked up, “I’m ready when you are.”

His hands came down and he held my face; he leaned in and grazed my lips with his, “lets go. I don’t want to contend with all these guys all night.”

Back at his house, he poured us another drink and sat on the couch. I sat beside him slowly drinking it. I didn’t want to get tipsy; I wanted all my senses to remain sharp for what was about it happen. I was still a little nervous and wanted to make sure that I had nothing stopping me from fighting him off, if needed.

“You’re too far away. Why don’t you come sit on my lap, Jessica.”

I came over and slowly began to sit, letting him get another peak of my ass. His hands came up on my hips, “nice.”

“Really?”

“Fuck yes.”

I smiled and sat, wiggling on his lap, “trying to get comfy.”

He smiled when I stopped moving, “you were quite the little slut out there on the dance floor, showing everyone your ass and your pussy.”

I shrugged, “kinda hard to dance in a skirt like this.”

His hands started to slowly explore my body. I let out a sigh and relaxed even more.

“Hmm.probably hard to not be a slut with a body like this either.”

I laughed and nodded and began to slowly grind my hips into his cock. His hands came up and he cupped my tits, running his thumbs over the nipples, “fuck Jessi I’ve thought of this day for so fucking long.”

“Me too, Thomas.”

“You’re ready for this cock, aren’t you?”

I nodded, “I’m more than ready, Sir.”

“You’ve wanted it for a long time, haven’t you?”

One of his hands moved and he slowly took it up my thigh. I let out a low moan, “yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ve wanted your cock for so long, Thomas.”

“Yeah? That pussy wet?”

I laughed and nodded again, “fuck yes it is.”

“Let’s see.”

I moved my hips forward as his fingers found my slit. He ran one finger down and inserted it into my pussy. I let out a louder moan, “my, my it is very wet.”

I giggled and watched as he brought his finger to my lips. I licked it, then gently sucked on it.

“That pretty mouth of yours is gonna feel so good on my cock.”

I turned and looked at him, “wanna feel it now?”

“Settle down there, girl.”

I pouted as he pulled me back. He kissed me hard before pulling me back and staring at me for a minute. My eyebrow raised and he smiled, “come with me.”

He held on to my hand as he led me upstairs. We went into a bedroom. I looked around, it wasn’t the master bedroom but I guessed a guest room. He sat on the bed and looked at me, “strip.”

I smiled and slowly began to pull my clothes off. I didn’t have many clothes on but I took as long as I possibly could. I pulled my shirt over my head, and played with my bra-clad breasts for a while before finally taken the bra off. I continued to play, pinching my nipples, bouncing my full tits up and down. I grew bored of it and took my hands to my skirt. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and slowly swayed my hips, turning around to give him another glimpse of my ass before I undid the skirt. I let it drop to the floor and brought my hand to my bald pussy. I watched his hand begin to rub the bulge in his jeans. I let my fingers play with my pussy; I pulled the lips apart and rubbed my clit.

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