She had been away at college on the other side of the country for about two months. We had talked on the phone or instant messenger basically every day while she was gone. One time, she even did a little strip tease for me on webcam and I sent her a few solo nudes of myself — not dick pics, full-on camera-timer posed photos — in return. We had an incredible sexual attraction to one another and it was great to know that, that was able to persist despite the 3k miles of distance.
For her birthday, her parents were flying her back to town for a long weekend. We made plans to see one another as much as we could during that time — Friday night, Saturday night, Sunday night. This is the story of Friday night; her Birthday. We were going to go swing dancing like we had on our first date a few months prior. She had dinner plans with her family and I had an obligation to attend to so the timing worked out that we would simply head to the dance a little late and probably end a little early so we could have some fun. As the expression goes, the best way to hear god laugh is to announce your plans, so things fell apart pretty quickly. She showed up to me on time, but my event ran over by about an hour. I remember seeing her show up in the lobby and I wanted to stop what I was doing and run out to see her, pick her up, and run away with her, but some foolish duty compelled me to persist.