Jason gave me a hug, like we were old friends, and we chatted a bit about our common interests, flirted even, before he kissed me. The heavy curtains were drawn tightly so just a single line of light fell on the pink carpet. The tv was tuned to a show I liked, so my nerves settled a little. He looked exactly like his pictures he was beautiful. Jason drank me in when he opened the door and stepped aside with a friendly smile so I could come in. This man could turn out to be a serial killer and I could be the next evening’s news.īut I got out anyway. But I sat in my car for a bit considering again if this was something I really wanted to do. I’d pulled up into the parking lot of a somewhat dilapidated motel right by the interstate and texted the room number to my best friend. My chest rose and fell in sync to the kisses I laid on his stomach. My body was elated with the touch of this stranger. I sat back on my knees a little, tracing patterns on his inner thigh, slowly moving up.
