Dear John


“You’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up!” My dad yelled at me just as I was straightening the last bit of hair. Glancing at the time I realized he was right. Shit! I set the hair straightener down and ran back to my bedroom to throw on my favourite pair of jeans and the new top I got over the weekend. I slipped on my socks, grabbed my purse and headed to the front door to put on my ankle boots, scarf and coat. Living in Canada and having sometimes -20 winters you have to bundle up before even thinking of opening the door. “Bye daddy,” I kissed him on the cheek before running out to the waiting cab and hopping in. I told the cab driver where to go as I did up my seatbelt and slumped back into my seat. My heart rate was through roof. I can’t remember the last time I was this anxious for something. Probably never. It’s not every day you finally get to meet the guy you’ve been talking to online nearly every day since you were sixteen. I’m twenty now and I’ve known John for four years. He lives in Australia; we met online on some social network site. He was eighteen at the time and a total lady’s man it seemed. At first he was only good for talking about sexual stuff, and being sixteen my knowledge was pretty limited, but I still did my best to keep up. He was an asshole a lot of the time, most Aussies are apparently, they’re only rude to you if they like you. But he was also capable of being sweet. After a long while, like two to three years kind of a long while, we fell for each other and years later he’s decided to come visit me for Christmas and New Year’s. I finally reached the airport and after paying for the cab fare I pretty much bolted for the entrance. With my luck he’d already be there and I’ve had made him wait, or his flight was running late. I kind of hope it was running late, that way I have more time to compose myself. I weaved my way through the throng of people until I found gate Gate 7. I managed to find a spot and sat down looking at the display screen to find the arrival time for John’s flight. DELAYED; it said in red capital letters. I sat back and plopped my purse on my lap and watched as people were coming and going. Further down one of the flights had come in and you could see people embracing, Escort Erenköy shaking hands, some crying, and some kissing. It was quite a touching scene. Other people though looked tired and didn’t seem to have anyone waiting for them. Perhaps they were coming back from an exotic vacation and weren’t too thrilled to see a thick layer of snow on the ground. The thought made me smile at what John’s reaction to the cold would be. Coming from summer in Australia to winter in Canada is going to be quite the shock to his system. I know he’s excited to see snow, but that excitement will probably last all of two minutes until he wants to go in for some “Hot Milo”. I don’t know what it is, but according to him it’s good. I just want my hot cocoa, but with his lack of appreciation for anything sweet he might just have to settle for hot water. A female’s voice came over the intercom, snapping me out of my thoughts and announced that the flight from Australia was about to come in. If my stomach wasn’t in knots before, it sure as hell is now. Another fifteen or so minutes later the passengers came through the gate with their luggage. I stood back, out of the way trying to keep my eyes open for that familiar handsome Australian boy. Around me people were embracing, laughing, and shaking hands, some even crying and one or two couples were making out. I stood up onto my tippy toes as people kept filing through the gate. Then I saw him and my heart felt like it stopped. Having no control over my limbs, whatsoever, I bolted straight for him. When he finally caught site of me he set his luggage down just in time to wrap his arms around me as I flung myself into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and held on so tight I feared I was choking him, but I didn’t give a shit. He was finally here and I wasn’t planning on letting him go. I felt him pull back and I began to reluctantly loosen my embrace on him until I felt his lips on mine for the first time. After years of dreaming and imagining what it would be like to actually kiss him it was finally happening. I tightened my arms back around him I kissed him back with all the passion I’ve mustered up over the last four içerenköy escort years. Finally we stepped apart, letting my legs unwrap from around his waist and I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face as he looked down at me. “Hey pretty girl,” he said as a smile of his own crept onto his face. “Hi Johnny,” I replied. “That flight was so long, fucking A,” he said stretching his arms above his head and I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around his middle, hugging him again. I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. “Someone happy to see me?” “Shut up and let me hug you,” I mumbled against his chest as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “You can hug me as much as you want, baby girl,” he kissed the top of my head. I stepped back and smiled up at him. “Let’s get you checked into your hotel, you must be so tired,” I said taking some of his luggage and he followed me in tow as we headed back outside. The gust of air whipped my hair back and I could hear him shivering as we reached a taxi and slid in. He was still shivering when we pulled up to the hotel. I couldn’t help but laugh at him and he sent me a glare which made me laugh harder. We got out of the car and he literally ran for the hotel entrance as I followed behind him at a slower pace, laughing and shaking my head at him. He was already at the concierge desk getting his room keys when I walked in and we headed to the elevator. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to him just as the elevator doors closed and he kissed me for the second time and I couldn’t help but smile against his lips. “I can’t believe you’re actually here,” I mumbled as we broke apart. “Well believe it baby girl,” he said kissing my forehead. “You look even prettier in person,” he whispered before the elevator doors opened to the seventh floor and we headed towards his room. I set his duffle bag down on the bed before going over to the heater and turning it on. They clearly didn’t keep the room heated while they were vacant. “It’s a nice room,” I said taking in the crisp white of the queen sized comforter then glancing over at the coffee bar, TV, micro-wave and mini fridge. “What’s the bathroom like?” I asked as I heard the Tuzla escort bayan toilet flush followed by a squeal. “THE WATER DRAINS THE OTHER WAY!” I heard him squeal in excitement. I laughed, remembering the conversation we had about which direction the water drained being on different sides of the equator. I stood in the door way, watching as he flushed it again. “You know, no matter how many times you flush it it’s always going to go down the same way,” I smirked. He turned to me and pouted. “But.. it’s cool,” he said a little deflated. I laughed and took my coat off and went to hang it up in the hallway. I walked past the bathroom and found him sprawled out on the bed. “Tired?” I inquired, sitting next to him and rubbing his back. He nodded, not saying anything. “Wanna take a nap?” “Only if you join me,” he responded. I nodded and stood up before walking over to his luggage and pulled a t-shirt out then headed to the bathroom to change into it, removing my jeans and bra before slipping it on. I headed back out and climbed into bed next to him noticing he was already stripped down to his boxers. He pulled me into his side and I rested my head on his chest. “I love you, baby girl,” he said kissing the top of my head. “I love you too, Johnny,” I mumbled in reply. After a while I felt his breathing grow deeper and I tipped my head up to look at him seeing that’s he’s already fallen fast asleep. I rolled over onto my other side and let myself drift off as well. * * * * * * * * I woke up to feel the bed shifting before an arm wrapped around me and then a hard chest against my back. I mumbled incoherently before I heard him chuckle. “You’re pretty,” I felt him kiss the back of my shoulder as his hand splayed across my stomach, stroking it with his thumb. “You’re handsome,” I said, snuggling in closer to him and running my hand up and down his arm. His hand slid down to my thigh and started stroking it softly with his thumb. “I’m not dreaming am I?” He asked, making me smile and I pressed in closer to him. “Not this time, baby boy,” I replied before turning over to face him. He smiled before kissing my lips and I rested my hands against his chest as he pulled me in closer. I nibbled on his lower lip before tugging on it then kissing him again. His lips opened mine and I felt his tongue slip past my lips. I played with his tongue as I draped my leg over his hip. He gripped my thigh in his hand, squeezing and stroking it and pulled me against his groin. I could feel his hardening cock and I kissed him harder.

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