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The Fullness of it All

Ever have something happen to you, quite deeply personal that you only told bits and pieces of it to random people? The information gets compartmentalized and even those closest to you don't have the whole story?

Well, lets fix that.

I'll differentiate this story as something that happened to me, instead of putting it in the third person. It's easier to tell that way.

The Phoenix Saga

"I wish she wouldn't cry," I thought as I boarded the Greyhound bus.

"This is quite a trip, " said the conductor as he punches the first section of a three foot long ticket. Atlantic City, New Jersey to Phoenix, Arizona, with several stopovers in between. Total trip time: five days.

I nodded at him, unable to say words. "I wish she wouldn't cry," I thought again as I turned around and gave my mother a hug goodbye. I didn't know when I was going to see her again.

Greyhound buses are disgusting meat trucks filled with some of the most despicable human beings on Earth, alot of whom really don't mind not touching soap or water for days on end. There won't be any empty seats on this bus.

I turned on my Radio Shack CD player, powered by Radio Shack batteries. The sounds of Dave Matthews Band suddenly fills my ears and I dozed off. I slept through most of the trip, waking only to see the landscape change from the vibrant green of the east coast to the drab landscape of the south, to the even more boring deserts of Texas and the southwest. My dozing was disturbed only once when I had to wake up to the smells of engine failure as the bus comes to a quick halt in the middle of the Texan desert.

This was when the cute girl I've had my eye on in the bus asked me if my cell phone was working. I told her to go to hell.

The bus pulls into the Phoenix station ahead of schedule. I grab my duffel bag filled with all of my wordly belongings and sat on it. I waited. I waited for someone, not knowing what they really looked like. I waited, not knowing what to expect. My only way out was the $500 in cash in my pocket -- enough to buy a ticket back. Enough for another five days of grueling hell to come back to New Jersey with my pride gone. Like hell that was going to happen.

"Mike?" came a voice from the station doors. I looked up. She was a creature dressed in a shiney silvery dress. Fishnet stockings hugged her legs. My god, she looked like a flashy version of Skeletor. I hoped she looked better naked.

I nodded and stood up. Kristin gave me a hug.

"Come on," she said, "Is this all you have?" she motions towards my duffel bag.

"Yep, I'll carry it, its heavy," she didn't look like she could carry a twig. I stare at her legs and noted that her breasts felt nice when she gave me the hug. She turned, picked up my carry-on and headed out the door. I followed her out.

She lived in a two bedroom townhouse with her mother and some random online chick that needed a place to stay. They shared a room, and I was to share that same room with them. So my living conditions for the next month or so will include Kristin: the girl, Karla: the mother, and Kristina: the random. Oh, and four cats.

We went up into the bedroom and Kristina was there waiting. I asked if I could use the shower.

"Sure, I have boxers I want you to wear waiting for you in there," Kristin responded.

"Okay." The shower was nice. I came out wearing the silk boxers, and a fresh set of Khakis. I left my shirt off.

Kristin was laying in her dress on her futon. Kristina sat cross-legged on the floor.

"Come cuddle," Kristin said. I happily obliged. I laid behind her put my arm around her and I realized I was shaking. I was shaking out of pure nervousness and anxiety.

"Aww, you're shaking. Are you nervous?" she asked. I can only nod. I realized that I haven't slept well in days, and certainly not in any proper sleeping accomodations.

The girls and I conversed for about an hour. Then Kristin gave Kristina that knowing look. Kristina got up and left. She was sleeping on the couch tonight.

Kristin turned and I was looking down on her. I was still nervous. Should I kiss her? I attempted to lay back down and realized that her arm was rigid against my back. It told me that straying towards that direction, away from her lips, was not an option.

So I kissed her. The kiss lasted hours, until the sun was way above the horizon. And then I fell asleep. I fell asleep with the decision that I was staying.

To be continued...

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Posted by sagien at May 12, 2005 08:34 PM