A Love Story
She flew a thousand miles to meet me.
I never imagined anybody would ever want me enough to do that.
She insisted on taking a cab from the airport rather than have me pick her up. Miss Independence.
Her feisty nature had been obvious in our messages and emails. She was warm and humourous. But from our first meeting on line I had felt her underlying passion. Her eroticism, bubbling below her calm exterior. Wild and imaginative, the same as me. But somehow, always controlled. Unlike me. I always let my feelings run away with me, pushing the boundaries too far and making a fool of myself in the end.
If I’d had my way, we’d have arranged to meet after our first week.
But Della was smarter than that. More measured. She kept me in check. And although, of course, we had erotic conversations, and eventually calls and video calls, she never let me push too far. Our conversations were increasingly sensual but never pornographic. Much more Lady Chatterley’s lover than Debbie Does Dallas.
That was one of the many things that drew me to her. Of course her bobbed blonde hair, lipstick red smile and deep blue icy eyes where the initial attractors. I was smitten. But it was her intelligence, humour and controlled passion that made me think this could be something real.
So, one year on, she flew a thousand miles to meet me. I’d taken two weeks annual leave from work and spent all day cleaning and tidying to make sure the house was ready.
Even the spare room. The room that gave me my only unease about this crazy visit. Would it be needed? Or would we share my bed?
I had no idea. We hadn’t discussed it. Of course we had become intimate at times. But always appropriately so. Our pictures were sometimes sexy. But never sexual. I occasionally went topless. Della flashed her bra sometimes. But nothing more. Thank goodness.
We had kissed down the phone sometimes, a strangely erotic thing to do, it turns out. But our decorum held firm.
So, here I was, putting the finishing touches to dinner as her cab brought her ever closer.
I remember Jerry Lee Lewis came on my random play music player. The Lewis Boogie. But I was too nervous for rock n roll.
I turned it off just as the door bell chimed.
My heart beat faster as I headed to the door. I steadied myself before opening it to the warmth of the evening.
Her smile shone bright as our eyes met for the first time in person. I stepped back and she stepped in. Eyes locked.
Closing the door behind her, she laid her suitcase down. We smiled again.
“Hi”.
It was the only word. Said together. Before we stepped into each others arms and kissed an eternal kiss.
Our hearts united. Our souls entwined. Our worlds became one.
Della never saw the spare room in that first fortnight.
And she never went home.
Jenna was born on our first wedding anniversary. Parents at forty-four!
And we lived.
Happily Ever After.