*Note: this story is fictional and simply the alternate (fantasy) ending to a non-fictional relationship.
*Yawn.*
Whose fucking idea was it to meet this early? I check the clock on my dash: it’s stupid-o-clock in the morning.
I see that you’ve beaten me here. I put the car in park, gather my duffel bag and a couple of groceries from the backseat and slam the door shut with my hip. The airbnb you rented doesn’t look like much really – a simple, narrow, and relatively private shack on the beach. I take a deep breath in and smell the salt in the air from the ocean – it’s a little chilly, but nothing compared to the dreadful cold of a Midwest winter. As I reach for the door, it swings open – I feel myself about to make a joke about this being a knockoff Beauty and the Beast movie, and then I see you.
There you are. Andy. The man I never even dreamt of seeing in person one day – here in front of me, right now… in the flesh. You go for a hug but my arms are preoccupied with all my shit so you awkwardly offer to take some of it and I can feel my cheeks begin to flush. The door shuts, my bags are now on the floor by our feet and we just kinda… look at each other.
“Hey” you say, giving me a quick wave before crossing your arms and tucking your fingers under your armpits. I can tell you’re nervous. Fuck, I get it. I’m nervous as hell too. Two years of getting to know each other. Flirting, sexting, talking dirty over the phone and never actually meeting in person – and now here we are. Sharing a physical space, breathing the same air – with absolutely nothing preventing us from ripping each other’s clothes off, fulfilling the fantasy we’ve spent days creating together. Which by the way, I don’t know if you remember, but includes fucking each other in the entryway. I even wore the dress you picked out for me (sans panties) because of the off-handed joke you once made. You know, the one about our first kiss being your mouth on my labia? Yeah…..
“HEY!!” Wtf, what’s with the high pitched hEy!! I sound like a fucking weirdo. “Uh – I’ll put the snacks away! I made sure to get all your favorites… We’re soooo gonna pig out!”
A noise that can only be described as an outrageously forced chortle erupts from the uncharted depths of my body. Note to self: if you wanna keep this one around, never, EVER make that sound again. I clear my throat as an attempt to collect any remaining traces of dignity, sweep up all my treats, and start heading to the –
“Ummm, where’s the kitchen?”
“Oh! Uh, of course – right this way”.
The hallway we’re in is super narrow and you squeeze past me, one hand grabbing a bag while the other lands on the small of my back. And there it was, the first physical contact. It’s nothing like what we thought it would be. Nothing about this first touch was sexual, naughty, or dirty… no mouth to labia action, no fucking in the entryway. Just two years of intimacy and energy channeled into your hand on my back.
Even though it’s nothing like what we thought it’d be, it’s a moment I’ll never forget. It’s like being touched by someone I’ve spent years falling in love with, not a stranger. The moment your hand leaves my back I feel a part of me wanting to desperately reach out to pull you in for a deep and passionate kiss and never let go.
Instead I let the lingering warmth of your touch fade away and turn my focus towards the task at hand: groceries.
As I’m buzzing around the kitchen, muttering half to myself, half out loud about all the fun quirky things I’m discovering, I can feel your gaze following me – never breaking contact and watching my every move. Finally, you ask how my flight was.
“It was really weird! It’s my first time flying since the pandemic – I’m glad that’s all over and we don’t have to worry about that anymore!!”
… Oh god – I’m rambling…
“Remember back in 2022 when we had to wear masks’n all that shit? *That* was fucking scary. I never thought I would ever leave the house again. I was seriously starting to accept my new reality of adopting animals and plants and never speaking to another human IRL again!”
Oh no, I can feel the chortle building in my throat. I intervene by slamming the fridge door shut and quickly turning around… only to find you standing no more than twelve inches away from me.
…
“Uh, you’re really quiet… where’d you come from?!”
*Why* am I so *awkward*?!?!
“Ooh, and you smell good!!”
… I’m an idiot.
You respond by softly chuckling – sending warm feeling of reassurance, ease, and comfort through my body. Your right hand reaches out to tuck stray hairs behind my ear, your fingertips proceed to trace down the softness of my cheek.
“It’s so good to finally meet you” you say, barely louder than a whisper.
I can feel my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. All I can do is nod. Your left hand finds my waist and you pull me in closer…
“May I?” you ask, leaning in. Your warm, kind eyes fixated on my lips… my chin rests lightly on your index finger and I feel you gently applying pressure upwards, tilting my face up to meet your gaze.
What feels like an eternity passes and finally I’m able to locate my voice and consent to what I’ve so desperately wanted for the past two years.
“Yes.”
The three-lettered word barely leaves my lips before they’re met with the softest touch of yours. I can already feel my body screaming for more. You proceed to tenderly plant another kiss on my lips – firmer and longer this time – before pulling my body into the the warmest hug ever. Your arms wrap fully around me and you bury your nose in my messy bun. My face is turned to the side with my ear pressed up against your chest and I can feel your heart beating as quickly as mine. Additional proof that you’re here and you’re real. I feel comfortable and I feel safe.
“I never ever want this moment to end”…
Wait… did I just say that out loud?!
I feel you begin to pull away, and I can’t help but let out a soft whimper of disappointment. I look up to see you smiling down at me right before you gently kiss me on my forehead. Dazzled by your beautiful smile, I swear I blacked out for a hot minute. What brings me back to reality is the feeling of your hot breath against my left ear, your teeth playfully nibbling at my lobe, a roaring heat building between my legs, and the six sexiest words in existence:
“Im gonna make us some breakfast”
Edit: part 2 coming eventually
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vyxz96/f20sm30s_shacking_up_fiction_airbnb_first
Great story!