First Timers_(0)

“Oh, my god! I can’t believe I’m finally getting to see you in the flesh!”
“I’m not really “in the flesh””
“Oh, I know but still… it sure beats seeing photos anyway. At least now you’re actually moving and talking.”
It was our first ever Skype call and it honestly felt great to finally see Marcus (even though we’ve had our fair share of endless conversations over the phone). He looked good… really good. “Better than what I’ve seen in photos and ever expected” good. He’d cut his hair short and although I didn’t have many high hopes about it, he looked great which, coming from me, is shocking enough being as long hair is where all the fun is.
We were all smiles and laughs within a matter of seconds and things just feel in so smoothly during the duration of the call. I hadn’t known him for long but I felt comfortable with him. It was as though I’d known him for a long time, I felt at peace when I was talking to him, which is something that doesn’t happen often to me. But, eventually, my hormones got the best of me and I could barely control myself. Whether it be his humour, confidence or his cute boy-toy smile, I was starting to lose my inner battle; I just wanted to jump through the iPad screen and ride him like a fucking bull. He played all the right moves and he knew full well what he was doing to me. The more I tried to hold myself back, the harder he pushed and broke down my walls. I hated it… a lot, but it was a quirk that made him who he is and one that I’d actually come to enjoy and love.
“Ah, c’mon Liz, can’t you just sneak out of the house for a little while? Just five minutes I promise.” He asked. “I wish I could. Plus, you and I both know that five minutes won’t even be close to enough.”
“I just want to see you so I could grab you and throw you up against a wall, slamming you with kisses while my hands travel up and down your body, squeezing you in all the right places.”
I took in a deep breath as my mind reeled with ideas and made him a promise; “Both of us have the day off tomorrow so I’ll drop by your place around 12pm. Sound good?”
“Sound’s great.” He replied with a wink.
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It was around 10am when I woke up and ran in for a quick shower. Before jumping in, I decided to take a few photos and send to Marcus as a good morning present. His reply came almost instantly urging me to hurry up and leave the house. I wore my black skinnys and a purple top with black flats and, leaving my hair out and wet, locked up the house and made my way to his house.
Within a few minutes I was knocking away at his door but his reply came from the garage. I walked over to the garage door as it was opening up and saw him standing in nothing but shorts and an old oiled up rag over his right shoulder. The sight was more than anything my body could handle and in the blink of an eye my knees wobbled mid- step and fell right in front of him. Way to go embarrassing yourself Liz, real nice.
“Woah, woah, easy there. I haven’t even started with you and already you’re collapsing on me.” I didn’t even have to look at his face to know that he had that cheeky smile on his face.
“Oh, shush you.” I said, looking up slightly embarrassed. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you like… this,” I said, motioning with my hands at his figure.
“Ah, I was just working a bit on my bike while I waited for you.”
He opened up his arms and we embraced in the tightest hug for a while before he held me up against the side wall. I let out a quick breath before he slammed his lips against mine, parting them and letting his lips and tongue take control. I wrapped my legs tighter around him and wrapped my arm around his head while my other hand was pulling him closer to me from the waist.