Let me start off with saying that this is the first chapter of a series hopefully if the feedback is good. This is only my 3rd attempt at writing, and it was written for a coworker of mine. The names have been changed, and the events have not yet happened, but will be soon. And this is how I imagine it going. Please feel free to give any positive feedback. This first chapter is a little long in getting started, but the following chapters will be a bit more action packed. All emotions written about are true feelings we have for each other. Thank you for letting me share.
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It was around 2pm when the Amtrak train pulled into the station in Denver. Jack was looking forward to this little weekend getaway for a few reasons. First, he really needed a break. From work, from friends, from the tiny little redneck town he currently lived in, and the tiny minded redneck people he live around. And he had always wanted to visit Colorado. He’d never been. And the Rocky Mountains just called to him most of his life. But, the real reason he was so excited, was Christina. They were coworkers, and talked every day for the past 3 years. But they had never had the chance to meet. He was happy that was finally about to change. After years of texts, IM, a couple phone calls, pictures, (some of them naughty, but hers were PG13, while his were a bit more graphic. It’s a guy thing. Guys like taking pics of their junk,) this was the weekend he had been waiting 3 years for. He was going to FINALLY get to meet the woman he cared about more than life itself. The next 24 hours would be hell, since he arrived on Friday, and she wouldn’t be able to come up to Denver until Saturday evening around 5.

After checking into the hotel, which was quite nice for the deal he got, Jack drew the blackout curtains, and took a nice couple hour nap before getting up to shower and go out on the town to see what Denver had to offer. This was a scouting mission. Recon to find the best places to take Christina the next night. He knew she wouldn’t care where they went or what they did. That’s one of the million things he liked about her. She didn’t need a lot to be happy. He would have been happy just getting room service and not leaving the hotel until it was time to check out and come home, but he wanted this to be a special night. One they would both remember for a lifetime. He was also nervous. What if she didn’t end up liking him “that way?” What if he found she wasn’t physically attracted to him, or a million other possible thoughts ran through his mind, all of them ending with her leaving, and him being heartbroken. “Be a man damn it. Not a pussy.” He shouted to himself as he got dressed and headed out the door.

The next morning he awoke, ready to check out the city. Denver appealed to him. Almost felt like home. And such a beautiful place. He knew tonight would be amazing. He spent the better part of the day doing all the things tourists do, trying to ignore his growing anxiety. Come 3, he knew he needed to get back to his (their) room and start getting ready. He was almost as bad as a girl. Making sure he shaved perfectly, on his face and “down there” until both were as soft as a baby’s butt. Fussed with his hair until it was just right, ironed his shirt, just the right amount of his favorite cologne, hoping she would like it. “Holy shit,” he thought to himself, “is this what women put up with getting ready for a date???” Making sure he was presentable, there was a knock at the door. “This is it, there she is.” He said as the butterflies in his stomach started taking flight. His hand trembling, he reached for the door and opened it.

And there she was. Hair perfect, eyes bright, and a smile that literally made him feel week in the knees. They didn’t even speak, just put their arms around each other and hugged tightly. After what seemed like an hour, they let go of each other, and he kissed her gently on the cheek as they finally looked at each other and said hello, both blushing bright red. “Come on in, and make yourself comfortable” Jack said to her and she surveyed the room. Christina, or “Paris” as her friends liked to call her, looked around wondering what sort of mischief they would be getting into here later. With the curtains open, she looked out to see a beautiful view of the city as the sun set behind the giant mountain and the lights started lighting up the city. “Did you have a good drive?” Jack asked, while admiring how pretty she looked, dressed nicely, but still casually. “I did,” she replied, “but I really do need to use the bathroom, and change for dinner.” He thought for a second and knowing he needed to calm his nerves a bit or he would make a total fool out of himself suggested that she go ahead and take a shower, and get ready, and he would step out to the bar downstairs and have a drink to give her time. She smiled, blushing a little, thinking that deep inside, she almost wished he would stay and join her in the shower, but decided there would be plenty of time for that later, as they would never even leave the room if he stayed.