"I've waited a hundred years but I'd wait a million more for you. Nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do. Your love is my turning page. Where only the sweetest words remain. Every kiss is a cursive line. Every touch is a redefining phrase. Though we're tethered to the story we must tell. When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well."

-Turning Page, Sleeping at Last

As soon as I hit send, the caterpillars turned to butterflies in my belly.

What was I thinking? Surely, this spelled trouble. I paced my floor, waiting for my temporary cockiness to backfire.

Minutes passed. Nothing happened. Oof. I trust-fell onto my mattress, much to the displeasure of my mouthy feline companion. "At least I have you, Madame Leona." I pat her head and she purred.

Resigned to my mood, I sank deeper back onto my pillow. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about the message.

A voice pulled me in. "Hey, where are you right now? Certainly not with me." Her voice was a peal of bells, singing just for me. I can't tell you how long I had waited for her to notice me in her world.

Now, she was the one waiting for my attention. I didn't make her wait any longer. I gazed into her almond eyes and she looked right back into mine.

We were in a fancy, old-fashioned powder room or something. We were sitting on a retro, tufted chaise lounge. I looked down at my sparkling dress, which was a striking shade of red. My amulet was dangling in contrast, dainty around my neck. Nana reached out her hand and placed it on mine.

"You look absolutely stunning when you blush," she remarked casually, which only made me blush all the more. I had no idea what to say but words escaped my lips all the same.

"You are everything I have been living my entire life for," I confessed. I don't know what possessed me to be so bold. "You could bring entire kingdoms to their knees with your beauty." But I was the one falling to the floor before her, worshipping her like the goddess she was.

Cold tile floor met the skin of my knees. I kissed her hand, which was still holding mine. I looked up into her eyes and my stomach dropped. I kissed her knee, then her thigh. "I surrender myself to you, completely. Forever. In this life and every life," I promised. The words almost weren't even mine. They came so easily, unbidden.

She giggled and bent her head down to meet my lips. Our kiss was spectacular. Our tongues danced in an ancient rite, as old as time itself.

Then, she grabbed my arms, guiding me up onto her lap. She deepened the kiss, one hand cradling my head and the other on my rear. "Can we stay like this forever?" I asked between kisses.

"I wish," she sighed.

"Please, Naomi. Stay with me always." The words came from my mouth, but I didn't know how I came to speak her true name.

"Ava, you know I would," she lamented.

Ava? What? I tried to tell her that she had my name wrong but the words that came so easily a moment ago now fell silent on my lips. Instead, I caught my reflection in a mirror behind her. I saw my auburn hair, and my blue eyes, and my tan skin, and my red lips, and my pointed ears. It was all wrong. That wasn't me.

A tap, tap, tapping caused the mirror to vibrate, like rocks were being thrown at it from the inside? Oh, no!

"Fuck," I muttered. I forgot all about my invitation to William. I ran to the window and opened it with shaky hands.

He looked up at me. It wasn't too far down but I doubted he'd be able to climb up. I was having a hard time focusing. I almost told him to go away but I had invited him. That would be rude.

"What took you so long?" I acted impatient. It was better than shaking in my figurative boots.

I couldn't tell in this lighting but I felt like he smirked at me. Then, he walked up to the tree next to my window and he actually hoisted himself up and climbed up it. I shook my head, exasperated. Should anything really surprise me anymore? I thought.

He used one of the larger branches as a bridge and climbed across it to reach my window. I backed up and my eyes took in his skilled maneuvers. I was still kind of hot and bothered from Naomi's steamy makeout session with Ava.

I almost rolled my eyes. I can't believe I had thought I was finally with her. She didn't even know me.

Still, I'd have to be on guard with Will. They do say, "Guys only want one thing." In my experience, that was usually true.

He made the jump to my window and lifted himself into my bedroom. If that had been me, I would have fallen and broken a bone. Here was this guy, though, looking like a dude straight out of a romance novel with a black v-neck accentuating his abs and fashionable ripped jeans pulled tight against his muscular legs.

"Hi," I said, with my weak game. I should have known those professions of love weren't mine. I was not that smooth, or forward with my feelings.

He said "hi" right back and we kind of stood their awkwardly for a moment before I (stupidly) invited him to sit on my bed.

Sheesh. Just a couple of days ago, I was kicking him out of my room. How had I invited him into my bed?

Good job, Riona. Now, I had a girl on my mind and a boy in my bed. "Wanna listen to some music?" I asked. I needed to drown out the silence.

"Sure." He shrugged. So, I played him a relatively safe playlist that I had downloaded on my phone. The music flowed through the room. The noise helped to avoid any prying from my mom, too.

"So, we are here," I laughed nervously. Stop talking, I chided myself. He seemed to be amused by my awkward behavior.

The light hit his blue eyes and I suddenly wanted to forget the powder room romance. "Hey, do you, uh, ever light up?" I asked. He seemed confused by my question.

"You know, uh, smoke the herb," I further explained. "Dance with Mary Jane? Light the reefer?" He laughed at my nonsensical way of explanation.

"I don't really, no. But I don't mind if you want to do that," he said.

"What? Can you not because of your job or something?" I pryed for more information. He didn't drink that one night at dinner either. He said he had to 'keep his wits about him' or something like that. Why did he always have to be on guard like that?

"No, it's not that."

"Have you ever tried it?" I asked.

"A long time ago," he admitted. His eyes got lost in the memory of it.

I pulled out my bubbler. Out of habit, I made sure the screen was sitting right in the bowl but it was so caked with resin that it wasn't going to budge. I took a nice chunk of greenery from my grinder and filled the bowl, then went back to stand by the open window. I beckoned him towards me. He shook his head.

"Come on," I pleaded. "You can't turn down a pretty girl's offer of smoking you out without a damn good reason." I really just wanted him to relax and be high with me. Besides, being high around someone so sober was going to give me anxiety. I curled my lip into a pout for good measure.

To my great surprise, he actually came over to me and said, "Fine, one puff." Little did he know, this shit was fire. I had just bought it from someone at the bar, who had brought it back from a dispensary in like California or somewhere. I forget what he had called it. Blue Dream Kush? Blueberry Dreamscicle? I don't know.

All I knew is that it was Indica and I was about to be relaxed as hell. I pulled my lighter and the bowl to my lips and took a huge hit, the water in my bubbler making noise as I hit it.

I did something super spontaneous then. I was just going to hand him the bowl but something possessed me to lean forward, reach around and grab his hair with my hand, and press his face to mine. My lips touched his, just barely. I blew the smoke into his mouth until neither of us could take it anymore and we both started coughing.

He asked for one hit, so I gave it to him good. "Ever been shotgunned before?" I asked when I could speak. I grabbed us each a bottle of water from the 24-pack of water bottles on the floor of my room to help ease our throats.

He gulped his down. "Is that what you call that?"

"I learned it in college," I laughed.

"Glad to see your education paid off," he chortled. He ruffled my hair with his hand.

I scrunched up my features and stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed at me and booped my nose.

"The floor looks super comfortable," he announced. He then laid down on my carpet. I shrugged and joined him on the floor, without question. It suddenly seemed like the best idea ever. My brain let go of thoughts of old what's-her-name.

"See? Isn't this great?" We both laughed for way too long. His laughter was mesmerizing. I'd never seen him so carefree.

It might have been the weed making it seem like a good idea, but I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to climb on top of him. I got on my knees and straddled him. His breath hitched in his throat.

"Something wrong?" I'm sure my eyes laughed at him. I pulled my hair out of its binding and let it fall freely down over my back and my breasts.

"Not at all. You're beautiful," he mused. "Pretty as a picture."

I had an inkling that wasn't his belt buckle that I felt hard against me. I don't know what confidence came over me but I moved against him suddenly. I reached my hand under and cupped his ass, then pushed myself against where he filled out his jeans. He actually let out a soft moan.

I reached down to steal more moans from a kiss. This kiss was all hunger on my part. I desperately needed him to make me forget. I ate up all his kisses. Our tongues melded in each other's mouths while we grinded against each other's jeans.

Our kiss was briefly interrupted by him pulling my shirt over my head, only very briefly. We deepened the kiss and kept kissing for what felt like forever.

His hands roamed my body, moving along my ass and up my back, until they reached my bra. He deftly undid the clasps and removed it, throwing it aside. All I wore now were jeans and panties.

"Mmm." He broke the kiss to take my nipple in his mouth. "These are so nice," he spoke into my pale breasts. His tongue felt phenomenal. The aching in between my legs was now acute. I felt so freaking good.

"Take off your shirt." I commanded. He did as he was bid. His abs did not disappoint. I trailed my tongue along his chest and down his abdomen, shifting myself a little further down his body. I kissed his stomach and fiddled with his belt. It was extra difficult to maneuver considering my addled state-of-mind, but I managed to undo it after little struggle. I unbuttoned his pants and he helped me ease them down to a little below his ass.

He wore black boxer briefs. His dick was pressed hard against them. It pulsed and I could only imagine that his cock throbbed as much as my pussy did.

I teasingly trailed a finger against it over the cloth. He moaned. His fingers gripped my carpet hard. He was pretty big, in my limited experience. He was rock hard against his underwear.

I lowered myself even further down and gently pressed a kiss over the fabric of his boxer briefs. "Please," he whispered.

"What was that?" I asked. "I couldn't quite hear you."

His voice broke. He swallowed hard and tried again. "Please." I slowly pulled the fabric over so that I could see my prize. He was uncircumcised, to my surprise.

I blew my hot breath on him and it caused his dick to twitch. He wanted more so badly, so I took my time and made him wait. I barely gave him anything. I licked along his shaft ever so lightly. I kissed him softly. He moaned and begged me for more but I still didn't give him what he wanted. He tried to get up but I pushed him back down.

"No, you have to be patient," I scolded.

"Tease," he said.

"Good. Suffer," I replied with a smile. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and then took him in my mouth all at once. He moaned so loudly that I slightly worried that we'd be overheard, but I continued anyway. I sucked him so very slowly; I was a master of torture.

Of course, I was also torturing myself. I was aching and I was starting to need relief. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, while sucking on him. My panties were soaked through already.

I pulled them down, too, and threw them aside. I climbed back up him and purposely rested the tip of his cock against my clit. I didn't give him any more than that while I kissed his lips. My lips were swollen from sucking him. The kisses felt even better this time.

All too aware of the pressure of him hard against me, the kisses became more and more desperate, until I couldn't take it anymore. I was slick and wet and he slipped right inside me. I fucked him there on my bedroom floor. I pounded against him harder and faster in my desperate need. I totally lost control of the situation.

There was nothing else in this world except the feeling of him inside me. He filled me up, stretching against me. He wasn't inside me for three minutes when I came undone and unwillingly tightened my grip on his dick. I spasmed so hard around him that it was his turn to lose control. Our hands were on each other's mouths to stop us from screaming.

I could feel him filling me up. We both reached ecstasy on the floor of my bedroom. The feeling of orgasm had my legs trembling, my toes curling. I had never came with a man before. I never wanted to do it any other way again. All I needed was to orgasm at the same time as him every time and just be overwhelmed by this feeling.

I collapsed on his chest and laid there for some time, until his dick grew soft inside of me. I listened to his heartbeat slow down. For some reason, I felt safe here with him. I'd also never felt like that before.

After some time, he asked if I wanted to lay on my bed. I pulled away and he moaned as his dick pulled out of me. I grabbed the box of tissues from my night stand and used some then threw the box at him. "Thanks," he grinned. He wiped our juices away with the tissues and failed at throwing them into my trash can. They fell to the floor.

"No professional basketball in your future," I teased.

"I hope for a lot more of this in my future," he grinned from ear to ear. My icy heart melted the tiniest bit.

I almost made him leave but I craved the intimacy that laying in bed with another human brought. I snuck off to pee and when I came back, he was sprawled across my bed cuddling with Leona. I pushed his ass over and wrapped my arms around him. Sated and tired, we fell asleep in one another's arms.

That moment was absolutely perfect. We had no idea the crazy day awaiting us when we woke.