Sex Flight
This is insane...I'm going to end up on Megan's List
_ It's not insane, and you're not a pedophile, just... lonely. Besides, people do this kind of thing all the time._
_ Fly half way across the country to have sex with a teenager? I don't think so... unless you count the catholic priesthood._
_ He's 19, a full grown adult. A full year past the legal age of consent, three years past the age of consent for Nevada._
I had been having the same conversation with myself for the last hour and a half, nearly the entire flight, and I still was no closer to reaching a consensus with myself. Only one person voting and I still couldn't reach a decision, maybe I should run for congress.
"Ladies and Gentlemen we are on our final approach, the pilot has turned on the fasten seatbelt sigh, please turn off any and all electronic devices and return your seats and tray tables to their full upright and locked position".
The speaker system made the stewardess's voice sound mechanical and way too rehearsed, but then again, maybe that was just because she had to say the same thing two to three times per day, every day of her career.
The cabin shook as the plane started its descent, the sound of the engines filling the plane and putting everyone on edge. The mouse next to me squeaked as the plane dropped suddenly, I could tell it was her first time flying. She had spent the entire flight with her nose glued to the tiny window and every time we hit a rough patch she would tense up like she thought we were going to fall out of the sky.
The window seat had originally been mine, but five minutes of her leaning over me had been enough for me to offer to switch with her. I hadn't been using it anyway, I was too busy lost in my own head, thinking about what I was doing and how it somehow just felt wrong.
He's an adult! 19! I told myself for the hundredth time.
And your 25! _The voice in my head replied, _that's a 6 year difference...Jesus...
_ _ I don't know why I've always been obsessed with age, my friends in college would always tell me about how they were close friends with people two to three grades above or below them when they were in highschool, but I could never understand that. In my high school, and even before that, no one associated with anyone outside their grade level. Anyone I knew that was older than me was one of my sisters' friends, and we would never hang out, just sort of see each other in passing. People say that the older you get, the less age matters but still, flying across the country to score with a teenager? Ugh... why am I doing this....
I pulled out my cell phone and scrolled up the text conversation I had been having with the teenager in question, stopping when I got to a picture he had sent me of his perfectly formed six pack abs. His muscles were clearly visible even through his short black belly fur and I couldn't help but shudder as a tingling sensation rand down my spine and reached my toes before bouncing back up to find its way to my groin.
Oh ya, that's why...
That's where this had all started, a text conversation that had turned too real too fast.
You met a guy online, you liked him, now you're flying out to meet him, not creepy. That's the whole reason you signed up for match.com in the first place isn't it? Like I said, people do this all the time. and again, 19, perfectly legal while still technically a teenager. I thought you liked technicalities. And besides, most guys would brag about banging a teenager.
_ I'm not most guys._
_ Clearly..._
_ And I didn't meet him on Match.com..._
_ I know..._
_ _ "Sir? You're going to have to put your iPhone away."
_ _ I jumped in my seat, hurriedly turning my phone so that the stewardess standing over me couldn't see what was on the screen. "Ya, right, of course", I stuttered, pushing the button on the top to send it to sleep before tucking it into my pocket. "Just letting my family know that I'm almost there", I lied. The stewardess just smiled at my reaction, probably taking me for a first time flyer and assuming my jitters were due to the planes rapid descent.
"Nothing to worry about sir, we'll be on the ground shortly", she told me reassuringly.
"Thanks", I said with a weak smile, "I can't wait". I know she got the wrong impression, but I let her have it anyway. I mean, what was I going to say? 'Oh I'm not worried about the landing, I just thought for a second that you had caught me looking at photos of the teenager I'm flying here to bang?' Ya, that would go over well...
Landing went smoothly, just like all the other landings I had experienced, and soon I was walking through the airport, following overhead signs for the nearest exit. I didn't need to bother with baggage claim because I had no baggage. I had only brought two items with me and both fit easily into my baggy brown cargo pants.
I was glad it hadn't been an international flight, and I didn't have to go through another round of security clearance. Getting through that once had been enough of a hassle to last me a lifetime. I had just about decided to dump my cargo for the return flight rather than explain to another security guard why the only items I was bringing onto the plane were a leather dog collar and matching leash. You can imagine how that conversation went...
'why am I bringing a leash and collar onto an airplane? Good question officer...'
'I'm buying a dog in Minnesota...I mean I'm bringing my dog to Minnesota, don't ask why I took his collar off...fuck it you caught me I'm trying to join the mile high club and I'm a sick fuck ok?!?!'
At least half of the last one is true, you get the picture. It ended with me getting a lot of disgusted looks and having to point out that neither a dog collar nor leash were expressly prohibited and therefore could not be confiscated. I probably could have just bought the dam things once I landed and avoided a lot of embarrassment but hindsight is a bitch that way.
I continued to stress myself out the entire cab ride to the suburbs, luckily the cabby had a GPS because I had no idea where I was going, just an address that he had texted me and the hope that he didn't turn out to be a forty year old boar who had sent me pictured he found on the internet.
_ Pleeeeease don't let it be a fat guy. I can't deal with that again..._
Before I knew it I was standing on the sidewalk in front of the address I had been given, watching my cab disappear into the distance. The 'house' turned out to be a small apartment building, suddenly the street number 122.24 made perfect sense.
With my ride slowly disappearing into the sunset I did the only thing I had left to do, I swallowed my fear with an audible gulp and headed into the complex. The complex itself was square building standing two stories tall, the kind with an enclosed courtyard that all the apartments opened up into. The courtyard was separated from the outside world by a short tunnel that I guessed must run below one of the apartments above. As I passed the row of mailboxes attached to one side of the passage I stopped to check the name on number twenty four, an old habit from my time delivering pizzas, and seeing that the name matched the one I expected to find, I continued on with a little more confidence than I'd had a moment ago. If worst came to worst, at least I wouldn't have to deal with knocking on the wrong dam door.
I knew that if the complex was laid out in any logical fashion that number twenty four must be on the second level. The stairs were positioned at opposite corners of the courtyard so I headed for the one nearest me and made my way up. For such a large complex I was surprised not to see anybody out and about. The complex almost seemed deserted, the tire swing hanging from the tree in the center of the yard speaking volumes of the kids that should have been running around playing and laughing on such a sunny afternoon. The thought made me check my watch.
_ 1:45pm, an odd hour I suppose._
Plus it's Thursday. Everyone's either at work or school this time of day.
_ Just as well._ I thought to myself, an abandoned building means that fewer people will see me go in, and that I won't have to worry about noise.
Ya you are kind of noisy in bed.
I found number twenty four about half way across the top floor. The door was the same dark maroon as all the others I had passed, and there was nothing to suggest that the apartment within was special in any way shape or form. But it was special. Not because of anything inherent about the building. But because of who lived there. Inside this apartment lived the most dreamy guy I had never actually met. Beautiful, confident, dominant, kinky, sexy, plays World of Warcraft, and most importantly of all, he liked me.
Even though our relationship up to this point had never gone past texting and a few picture exchanges I was in love with this person I had never met. More in love with him than I had been with anyone in my entire life. Even though every logical bone in my body told me this was wrong, that I couldn't love someone I had never met, that it was most likely going to end badly and couldn't possibly lead to anything serious or permanent, I didn't care. I wanted to meet him in the fur more than anything I had ever wanted before in my life. I wanted it enough to risk everything, crushing rejection, a $600 round trip plane ticket to another state, everything. And now I was here, standing on his doorstep with nothing but the clothes on my back and the hope that he truly was everything I had made him out to be...This was it.
My hand was trembling as I raised my fist to knock. I had to close my eyes and count to ten before I had my breathing under control, but even then I knew I would be a mess when he answered the door.
I knocked, rapping my knuckles against the cheap wood three times, KNOCK....KNOCK....KNOCK, and waited.
One Mississippi...Two Mississippi...
Time slowed down, and my heart rate soared, I had to fight to keep my breath steady as I counted out the seconds.
Three Mississippi...Four Mississippi...
My ears strained in the silence of the courtyard, searching for the faint sound of paws on carpet, a creak of a bedroom door or the squeak of a sofa cushion. Anything to let me know that someone was coming to the door.
Five Mississippi...Six Mississippi...
Silence. No answer, no footsteps, no television voices laughing in the distance.
Maybe he didn't hear, should I knock again?
_ No. not yet, it's only been six, give him time, you don't want to sound needy before you've even met him._
_ As if flying across the country doesn't just shout NEEDY!!!! Fuck you...fine I'll wait._
_ Seven Mississippi....Eight Mississippi..._
_ What was that?! _ I heard a noise from within, a faint rustling sound, not much, but something was moving inside. I froze, even my heart stopped for half a second to listen in on the apartment.
Nine Mississippi...Ten Mississippi.
_ _ Nothing. No trace of the rustling I had heard, no sign that anyone was home. Shit.
I knocked again, harder this time, but without success. I let out an exhausted breath I hadn't even know I was holding and let my head thump against the door in defeat. All that, all the travel and worry and expenses, and he wasn't home. I slumped against the door, turning as I sank until I was sitting on the scratchy, cheap, non-slip floor of that shitty fucking apparent complex leaning against the door that was supposed to hold all my hopes and dreams. I was so close.
He's not home. How can he not be home?
_ Well it is 1:50 on a Thursday afternoon, and it's not like you actually told him you were coming... _
_ _ There was a thought that I hadn't considered before. I pulled out my phone, searching for the conversation that had started this whole mess. He had invited me, I know he had. My phone opened up on the picture of his perfect abs, the picture that had started it all.
Dark: Meow o.o
Roxan: Woof haha ;)
Dark: Rawr!
Roxan: *Turn, Present, wag wag wag
Dark: You're a silly one!
I scrolled through the conversation, groaning inwardly at how sickeningly 'cutesy wootsy' it sounded, even reading it to myself.
Roxan: I try haha, you big tease
Dark: How am I the tease?
Roxan: Meowning at me all the time when there's nothing I can do but woof... *sigh
Woof!
Dark: You can Meow if your believe in yourself!
I smiled when I read over his texting mistake, something I hadn't noticed at the time but that made him seem even more real to me, even though even now he was nothing more than an avatar I had met online, an avatar that I wanted to be so much more.
Roxan: Meow? Meow!
Dark: Woof! Rawr! Mooo!
Roxan: Moo huh? That's new. Is it because your 'STRONG! Like bull'
Dark: I am strong! Strong enough to dom your fuzzy Butt!
Roxan: I'd like to see you try, and love to see you succeed ;)
Dark: I always succeed ;)
Roxan: Prove it! Come to Reno and show me how dom you can be.
Dark: No! you come here, and I'll show you how I treat my pets.
Roxan: Here? Where is here?
Dark: 122.24 W. Longly ln, Bemidji Minnesota, 56601
Roxan: Challenge Accepted!
And that's where the conversation had ended. He hadn't responded after that but I had been on my way into work anyway so hadn't really had time to think about it. The next thing I knew my boss had told me I was being suspended for the week for failing a corporate marketing call, my third one apparently, and that I wouldn't be working again for seven days. After that I had said fuck it and hopped on a plane. I remember thinking that I would never get a better chance than that, and the partial stiffy I was sporting at the time had only encouraging things to say about my impulsive decision to fly across the country. Serves me right for listening to my cock.
I shut my phone and stuffed it back into my pocket. My return flight wasn't scheduled till Monday, I know bold move right?
I resigned myself to wait, I'd come this far and I knew I'd never forgive myself for running back to the airport with my tail tucked between my legs without even getting to meet him first. But how long would I have to wait? And could my resolve hold out till then? I didn't know.
I hate waiting, and I hate making other people wait. Waiting always made me anxious, too many bad memories of waiting for friends to call who never did, or waiting for rides that never came. I hate waiting...
I let out a long sigh and laid my head back against the door, then nodded forward and laid it back again a little harder, then again and again until I was beating my head against that stupid door that just wouldn't fucking OPEN! Fuck. I was close to tears and didn't even know why, abandonment issues I suppose. I closed my eyes and concentrated on pulling myself together, it wouldn't do to have him come home and find me crying on his front doorstep like some lost kitten.
Aren't you supposed to be the adult here?
SHUT UP!!!
Breath. Calm down Roxy it's going to be ok. He'll be here. You saw his name on the mailbox so you know you're in the right place. Its 2:00 in the afternoon, it's no wonder he's not home, you just have to be patient. You just have to breath...
I felt myself calm as I pictured myself sitting there against his door, a lone figure overlooking an empty courtyard where kids should have been laughing and playing. The tire swing hanging still from the lowest branch of the lone tree standing in the middle of an enclosed lawn. Discarded toys littering the lawn, and an unused barbeque standing to one side. The only thing missing was rain.
I don't know how long I sat there, not while it was happening anyway, it was like slipping off into mediation, alone in a strange place with nothing to do but sit and wait.
It was an aching muscle that finally got me to rise up again, that one that runs just under the shoulder blade to the right of your spine. The one that lets you know you've been slouching for too long and you need to get up.
Once I was on my feet I felt a little better, and once I had stretched out a bit and cracked my back against the banister I felt a lot better. I decided to go find some place to eat, all I'd had to eat that day was some airline peanuts and a 3oz courtesy coke on the plane. I needed a Pepsi, Pepsi made everything better. I started back down the second story walkway towards the street; I vaguely remembered seeing a liquor store on the way in and hoped absentmindedly that it hadn't been too far out. Maybe I'd pick up a bottle of Jack to go with my Pepsi, I mean I was on vacation right? Just a small one, it wouldn't do to be completely drunk when I finally did meet him, but a little lubricated? Why not?
I almost bumped into somebody going down the stairs and muttered a muffled "Excuse me" as I went past. I was so lost in my own head that I hadn't even seen him coming, and it wasn't till I reached the bottom of the stairs that I thought to wonder who it was.
I looked back up the stairs but the stranger was gone, only his footsteps on the cheap wood floor let me know I hadn't just imagined him in the first place. I shrugged and turned back towards the underpass that would lead to the street, probably just another resident.
But he is going the right way...
I stopped mid step, momentarily paralyzed by indecision.
Should I go back and see who that was?
_ You need to hurry if you're going to._
_ And draw MORE attention to the fact that you flew across the country to fuck a teenager?_
_ Creeper..._
_ He's getting away._
_ Go! This could be him!_
_ Second._
_ Third._
_ You can't vote twice._
_ I CAN VOTE AS MANY TIMES AS I WANT IT'S MY HEAD!!_
_ HE IS GETTING AWAY!!! JUST GO!
_
_ _ "God dam it" I turned on my heels and raced up the stairs as I head the stranger's footsteps fading down the balcony. I reached the top of the stairs just in time to seen a black tail disappear into a door at the far end of the balcony. His door.
My hear raced and sank all at once. That was him. We had passed right by each other and not even realized it. My head felt light, my mouth was dry, and my heart was racing. It took everything I had to take that last step onto the landing and start down towards that door for a second time.
Every step was agony, and the closer I got to his door the closer I got to absolute panic because; no matter what I told myself to try and calm down, to assure myself it was going to be alright, there was a nagging thought that I couldn't get out of my head.
He hadn't recognized me.
I hadn't recognized him either, I clung to that with every step, I had been lost in thought, daydreaming about Pepsi and whiskey, and for all I know he had been lost in his own head just as much as I had been. But what if he wasn't?
_ What if he had seen you full on and hadn't recognized you? Because he wasn't expecting you? Because he had never meant for you to come and all the things you have done today are the actions of a pedophilic psychopath? What if he rejects you?_
_ _ I stopped. Two doors down and I could go no further. But I had to go. I had to man up and face that grueling possibility. I had to try.
I made it to the door. I don't know how but I did. I ran my fingers through my head fur and straightened my clothes. I counted to three and lifted my paw to the door. I still had no idea what I was going to say.
*Knock *Knock *Knock
I steeled myself, licking my lips and putting on my best salesman smile, I could do this. I listened, and this time I heard footsteps from inside. They got louder and closer until they were right on the other side of the door. I took a deep breath as I heard the deadbolt slide back and the doorknob turn. And then the door swung open and there he was, six feet of tall dark and handsome.
He was even more impressive in person than he was in photos; his green eyes were almost neon in the afternoon light. His tall frame was slender but toned and spoke of years of sports and countless hours at the gym. The T-shirt he was wearing was pulled tight over his frame and showed off his pecks nicely, but it was his eyes that held me, those bright neon green eyes.
I forgot to speak, not that I had anything to say in the first place, but now I was just staring at him, wide eyed and open mouthed. I probably would have been drooling if my mouth hadn't been so dry, but I could help it. I had dreamed about this moment for so long, had admired him through blog posts and texted pictures, and now here he was, I just wanted to touch him, to confirm he was real.
He drew back into the doorway, his face twisting into an indescribable look of bewilderment and disgust that broke my heart. I snapped out of my trance to find my paw outstretched in front of me, I had really been trying to touch him. I pulled it back, and my ears flatted against my head in shame and embarrassment, I smiled and tried to laugh off the awkwardness of what I had just done, "Uhh, sorry" I said meekly.
He looked down at me, still bewildered but the look of disgust faded to curious amusement. "Can I help you?"
I gulped and tried to recover my composure but when I was finally able to respond it came out meek and questioning, "Umm, Darkstar?"
He actually looked around at that, his neon eyes darting from side to side as if confirming that he was the only one there, "Yes?" He answered it like a question, using that one word to both answer my question and imply one of his own 'who are you and what do you want with me?'
In that moment it all became clear, he was real, he was really real, and I was here, standing before him. I'd made it. I'd made it through every obstacle my own mind could invent for me and I finally knew what it was I wanted to say. I just wished I had worn a suit.
I straightened up to my full 5'10", my nervous smile relaxed and became genuine, even curling up a bit to expose the canine on my left side.
"Challenge complete."