An unexpected turn of events.............

I got home from Boise last night (car got 18 mpg by the way), and there is a note from my roommate that she was going to be gone for a week on vacation with her boyfriend. I don't pay that much attention, and it's not like we text back and forth or anything. Anyways, get in to town, drop my friend off at home, and I get a text from Amy. Here is the text : Call me! I want to see you. I am staying at the Ameritel in Idaho Falls. Here for a few days 2 c my cousin. So I texted her back and said I just got home from Boise and will be home. (It's about 7:30 at night). I cleaned up the house a bit, took a shower, and about 20 minutes later, Amy texted back and asked for my address. I sent it to her, and waited for her to show up. 2 hours later, I am still waiting. I send her a text asking where she is, and I get nothing. I wait a few minutes and text again...............nothing. I am tired of waiting, and I really had a craving for some Spicy Pork Rinds and Arizona Half&Half ice tea. So, yeah, I left. Well, it took me longer to go to the store than I really anticipated. I got my snacks and grabbed some Lottos (which I normally don't do).  I sat in my car, scratching the tickets, and I kept winning. I bought $14 worth of tickets (I had 8 total), and won on 7 of them. So, in my own little head, it's bad luck to turn them back in where you won them, so went to another store to turn them in. I thought I won $26, but when I turned them in, I actually won $43. So, I got $20 worth, and won $21...........yep to another store. Got another $20 worth and decided I would scratch them at home so I started home. But then I passed a Walgreens and forgot that I needed fingernail polish remover. Spent 20 minutes there, wandering around like a loser. It is now about 11:ish and I still haven't heard from Amy. I got home and had no sooner closed and locked the door behind me, their is a knock on the door.

Her eyes were all puffy and swollen. It was obvious that she had been crying pretty hard for quite a while. My heart sank when I saw her, and assumed the worse. I thought for sure that someone was dead, or something just as bad had happened. I was WAY off.

I asked her what was wrong, and was generally concerned. When I closed the door behind her and went to hug her, the tears started flowing again and she was crying pretty hard. I just stood there and held her, not saying a word...........waiting for her to open up when she was ready. Her first words to me were "I am so sorry, I shouldn't be here."

I convinced her to stay and talk and she calmed down a little, but through the course of the night, she broke down quite a few more times. What it all boils down to, was she was not in town to see a cousin, she was in town to see me, and that was it. She had been thinking of me non-stop since our trip to California, and really wanted to see if we could have a relationship. I tried to be as nice as I could, but with me traveling ALL the time, my time off was going to be MINE and I did not want a relationship right now. I explained my travel, I explained my time off, I explained she lived in a different state, I explained everything. Or at least I attempted to. She kept on, saying that even if she could see me monthly, that would be okay with her. I explained that it may not even be monthly, blah blah blah. She said that we could make things work. I tried, and tried, and tried.............she wouldn't take no for an answer.

It's not her, it really isn't. We have been friends for a long time, she is sexy, pretty, we have a connection, and we are really compatible in bed. I just don't have the time, opportunity or need to be in a relationship. But the more we talked, the more I warmed up to the idea a little bit. And the more I warmed up to it, the more I tried to explain how things will have to work. I am not moving to Salt Lake, she is not moving to Idaho Falls, and unless I have an extended time off like I do know, I am not going to drive to Salt Lake to see her. I am not going to try and call her everyday, but we could text.........However, she could not get all pissy if it took a while to answer. I am very busy. If I don't answer when she calls, let it go. I will call back when I can. I tried to go over every situation where we could have problems. I tried not to be a bitch, but as I think about it now, I may have come off that way. But it all seemed to work out.

She started to cry again and I went to comfort her again. As I sat down next to her, a wave of emotion came over me. I can't really explain what it was, but it was not something I have felt before. I was in control of the situation and really felt empowered. On top of that, I felt needed, and wanted, and have never felt that way before. As I sat there and held her, I started feeling something else. It was not love, but I truly felt I cared about her, and not just in a "friend" way.

She looked up at me and thanked me........it seemed like an odd response to the situation, but I get it now. I have never, ever, loved anyone that I can remember. I thought I loved my real mom, but when she was gone, that feeling went away pretty quick. I thought I loved my foster-mom, but I found that feeling dependent on someone was not love. I thought I loved my ex-boyfriend, but when he cheated on me, upset as I was, didn't miss him. But in my head, I could imagine what it felt like to love someone, and I think that is how Amy feels about me. I can imagine a wife thanking her husband for coming home from overseas, I can imagine a husband thanking his wife for having their child, I can imagine parents being thankful that their children are happy and with them every day. Amy was thankful that I was giving her a chance to be close to me.

I kissed her forehead as a gesture of "your welcome". I felt strange for doing it, but it felt right at the time. In that moment, I felt like we were leading up to a "first kiss". It obviously wasn't, given our fun in San Diego, but this was a tender, first kiss moment. I was nervous and anxious, and didn't want to be the first to go for it. But as I am learning, emotions are all encompassing, and can't be pushed aside. As our lips met, there was an immediate spark that I felt in my toes. All at once, I tasted her lip gloss, tasted her mint gum, smelled her perfume, smelled her shampoo, felt the coolness of her cheeks were the tears were, and felt the warmth of her body. This is going to sound like a strange comparison, but it was almost like watching the greatest poker hand materialize in your hand, card by card, until you get that final card where you know you are unbeatable. There is an excitement there that leads up to a big moment, and you are on top of the world.

We sat on the couch getting to know each other again through passionate kisses and exploratory hands. My senses were heightened and everything seemed so clear, and at the same time, felt like a dream where reality was just out of reach. Before I knew it, we were both down to our underwear, and I say that in all seriousness. I really don't remember physically removing any clothing, from her or myself. I mean, we obviously helped each other out with that task, but the first little bit was kind of a blur. I think for the first time in my life, I was actually IN the moment, and not thinking about anything else.

We found our way to my room, and as she lay there watching me, I lit all some candles, and turned on some soft music. I then pulled out a bottle of massage oil that was left over from the days of Roxanne (my ex-roommate, massage therapist......). I gave her the most sensual, erotic massage that I have ever been a part of. I was just as turned on as her, and was so wet, I could see where I was sitting on her butt. I rubbed every inch of her body from her toes to her ears, and was really in the moment. I finally got to a point where my hands could no longer do any more. I lay down next to her, and we just stared at each other for the longest time. She ask me to lay down, and I thought she was going to reciprocate the massage. I was flat on my stomach, and she gently pulled my legs apart a bit. She then started kissing my ankles, and worked her way up, slowly and surely. When she got up to my ass, she used both hands to pull me up a bit, and immediately stuck her tongue in my eager pussy.

Fifteen minutes later, we were already spent, and had cum a couple of times each. We lay there holding each other, trying to catch out breath, and when I went to get up to get some water, I realized that Amy was sound asleep. I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water, then went to take another shower. I was only in there for a couple of minutes, and was feeling really invigorated. It was late, but didn't feel the least bit tired. In fact, I was hungry, and only then realized that I never ate dinner. LOL. I got dressed, found my emergency cigarette stash, and went outside and sat on the steps. As I sat there smoking, I was flooded with all sorts of emotions.........happiness, sadness, fear, regret, guilt, love? I don't know what I was feeling, but I found myself crying. Over what? I don't know.

I went back inside to find Amy coming out of the room. I explained that I was out smoking, and she said she wanted one. So I went back outside, and had another one with her. Amy had come out only in a blanket. It wasn't that big of deal, there was certainly nobody out this time of the night, and she was pretty covered up. She was sitting in front of me, and we were just chatting, smoking, and chillin. I leaned down, and kissed her neck, just kind of an affectionate thing. Boom, there we were, making out on the stairs. It would have been quite the show for anyone watching.........Amy on top of me with her blanket on, buck naked, making out with another chick..........it was quite funny. We heard a car approaching and gathered ourselves, laughing the entire time. We smoke yet another cigarette and then went inside to find something to eat.

Unfortunately, I was like Old Mother Hubbard with some empty ass cupboard. So, drove out to the truck stop for some breakfast. Let me tell you, there aren't many pretty people out at that hour of the night on a Monday. We spent more time making up stories about the people that surrounded us than anything else. At the table behind us was Billy Bob Bennet, the owner of Billy Bob's bait, tackle, satellite and plumbing store. Behind him was Bubba Ray and Tony the truck driving team who were desperately trying to hide their gay love for each other. I could go on, but I won't. It was still pretty funny,.

So we leave the truck stop, and within minutes, are being pulled over by Bonneville County. I wasn't speeding, I did a full stop at the sign, I already had my plates on, and certainly wasn't swerving. I put my flashers on, and waited to pull over to a place that had more light. The cop who pulled us over was all of about 12. He asked for the usual, I gave it to him, and then asked if we knew why he pulled us over. Amy leans over me, looks up at him and says "Because you wanted to get a closer view of the hot chicks driving the hot car?" Little Boy Cop blushes a bit and says "No ma'am, I clocked you doing 52 in a 45 back there. Where are you going in such a hurry?" I was about to say something when Amy chimes in again "Wouldn't you be speeding if YOU were going back to her place for the night?" He blushed again, and before he could say anything else I told him, "Officer, I know I was going the speed limit, I am a very conscientious driver, and I know I was probably under to tell you the truth." Well, he took my stuff back to his car, and was back a minute later and told me to watch my speed, and to drive careful. Amy leaned over again, kissed me on the mouth, and told him "We definitely want to get home safe." I grabbed my shit, rolled up the window and bust out laughing.

(So yeah, I have written quite a bit more than I envisioned today, but I haven't gotten to the REALLY juicy part yet. Stay with me on this journey, won't you?)