The connection between us.

Even though she said she couldn't make it today, she joined me for coffee. For almost three hours. She wanted to see me because she missed me. She even told me that she went by my house while I was away, just because she wanted to feel the connection between us. The connection between us is incredible, and the desire in our eyes is so strong that I'm surprised that everyone doesn't feel it.

She asked if I would ever ask anyone to inquire about her personal information. I told her no, that I would just ask her if I wanted to know something, because that was the kind of relationship I wanted to have with her. Then she told me that when we first met she had a police friend run my license plate to find out about me. I couldn't help but laugh, but it felt very sweet that she would go to such trouble to find out more about me.

I asked her if she thought of us as girlfriend/boyfriend, despite the high school connotations. She said she wasn't sure, but I reminded her that she had already said she knew we would sleep together sometime, so she had already thought about it. And we both thought that while casual sex would be nice, we wanted much more than casual. We wanted something very special. She may take some time to get comfortable with the idea, but I think we're already there.

Every moment I spend with her is more wonderful than the one before. Our time together is precious, and I look forward to every second. I can tell from her eyes and her face that she enjoys them as much as I do. That she wants me as much as I want her. Even if it takes a while to get there.

Because I'm not going anywhere.

She takes my breath away.

I got home today, and I went by her house and saw her raking leaves on her front lawn. I pulled over to the curb and she came over to talk to me. Her hair was blowing in the wind, but her face lit up as she talked to me. I told her that she was always on my mind while I was away. She told me I was on hers.

We need to find some time so that we can be alone. There is so much I want to know about her. So much I want to tell her. And there is the fact that I want to hold her close to me. To feel her lips against my lips. Her body against mine.To look deep into her eyes as I kiss her. The way she looks at me tells me that she feels the same way.

We seem to share so much, to be so comfortable with each other, and able to fall back into very pleasant conversation whenever we see each other, which isn't nearly often enough. The way I feel about her, there would never be enough time. So I treasure every moment I have with her.

When I'm with her, she takes my breath away, and time seems to stand still. It's as if the universe itself conspires to bring us together. Being with her feels so natural.

She's all around.

Everytime I turn around I seem to see her car. It's as if I expect to turn around and see her, to have her walk up to me and give me a big hug. But that's just wishful thinking.

She likes fall and winter, and there's nothing quite so pretty as watching the leaves turn in New England. Of course that view would be put to shame if she was with me. There's something about her that is so much fun... so wonderful... so adorable.

Can't get her out of my head.

I've been away for two days, and I can't get her out of my head. When I close my eyes I see her and I feel her close to me. I see her eyes, and her smile. I can almost feel her beside me, her body up against mine.

I know that she feels the same way.

The meaning of a kiss.

We haven't kissed yet. She told me today that to her, a kiss is just as intimate as making love. After all, she said, both involve penetration.

I agree with her, but I'd go even further. You could have sex with anyone; it might just be a physical act.

Kissing though is probably a far more intimate act. A kiss requires a great deal of emotion, of tenderness, or care and concern for your partner. I know our first kiss won't be a quick peck, but instead an outpouring of the strong emotions we feel for each other.

We go back and forth as to whether we have a relationship or not. She says no at first, but then immediately says something the belies the fact that we certainly seem to. I pragmatically say we do, but it's evolving. Either way, we clearly have very deep emotions, and they show, probably to everyone who sees us together.

The truth is, I care about her very deeply. And I can see in her eyes that she feels the same way. One day we'll share those feelings in a kiss. A meaningful kiss.

Her arms around me.

We met again today. She wasn't having a great day, but she still made time for me, and plenty of it.

She has this sort of "friend" she's known for a while who stalks her - there isn't a better way to put it - and he gives her a hard time about me, and she is afraid of him. I told her if she told me to go away I would. She asked if that was really all she had to do, and I said yes. She paused, looked even more deeply into my eyes, and told me she wasn't going to say it.

And looking at me her problems seemed to melt a little, and her wonderful smile and oh so luscious eyes looked right into mine. Her desire, and my desire, are so evident, and everyone else just melts away when we are together. She looked right into my eyes and told me she wanted me more than anything right now. I couldn't help but glow.

She wants me. As much as I want her. She says she knows we'll sleep together sometime. But I'm happy taking it slow. She's worth it. I just wish I could find a way to help her with this guy.

Afterward I stopped by her house to drop off a couple of books, and to borrow a couple. She was listening to classical music, and we talked for a while. When I went to leave she pulled me close, put her arms around me, and hugged me. Tight. Then tighter. Our hands began to roam, and we began to grind against each other.

I can't recall anything ever feeling so nice. Her hands on me. My hands on her. My lips on her neck. She is adorable, and I love to see her, be near her, and certainly to touch her.

There is nothing as nice as being wanted by her. And I'm happy to return the favor.

A day without her.

I didn't see her today, and I guess I've gotten to the point where a day without her just isn't as bright. Even the weather sucked today.

I miss the sparkle in her eyes, her sweet smile, the way she plays with her hair, and the way she turns her head when she looks deep into my eyes. She is always on my mind.

Meant to be.

We met this morning for coffee. She was on her way to see a friend she hadn't heard from in a while, and oddly a friend who lived out where I had taken a long drive the day before. She was amazed by the coincidence, but I suggested that it might have something to do with the energy between us right from the start.

She said that we were just meant to be. Mmmmm. Now that sounded so sweet. I can't think of a nicer way to put it, but we certainly are.

And just sitting there with her I was reminded again that she has the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen.

Just one kiss.

We met for coffee this morning. We talked about her paranormal experiences. We talked about our weekends. As much as we started out as friends we both realize that we're in a relationship, and both of us marvel at just how comfortable we are together.

Our glances are lingering, and she said that the energy between us must be obvious to everyone around us. There is a heat that surrounds us when we are together.

And tremendous sexual energy too. We told each other in very graphic terms just what we would like to do to each other. I was hard as a rock and she was dripping wet. I told her I wanted her from behind up against her spinning washing machine. She told me she wanted me to hold her hips and fuck her hard against the machine, so hard that her hips were bruised.

I want to kiss her. Just one kiss. One very long, sensual kiss. And we'll see where we go from there.

Her arms around me.

I was at the liquor store and she walked in and started talking to me. Actually she told me that she saw me and came just in case to see me. We stood outside talking for the longest time. When we look at each other there is such desire - I can't think of a better word - in our eyes. We find it very hard to leave each other.

Before we left we gave each other a hug and I kissed her neck. Our bodies fit so nicely together, and I wanted to hold her delightfully warm body forever.

Afterward she told me that it was one of the nicest hugs she had ever had, like waves passing through her, and she didn't want to let go either.

We are so incredibly comfortable together, and I love being with her.

Looking for the key.

I was walking out of Starbucks after chatting with a few friends, and she saw me and said hello. We sat down on one of the couches; she sat in the middle, very close to me, and we caught up, not having seen each other for a few days.

She looked absolutely adorable.

She started to feel around the cushions, and said she was looking for a key. I asked for what. Handcuffs perhaps? She responded with a coy smile, and bit her lip, her eyes sparkling all the while.

I asked her if she could be anywhere, where would she be, and she told me that she wanted to be trapped in a cabin way up north in the snow. Naked. With me. In front of a roaring fire. I asked her to describe her fantasy, and we spent the next hour talking about it in detail, probably entertaining all of the folks around us with some fairly graphic details.

We stopped just short of the climactic moment, probably just as well or we might not have been able to stop ourselves. Then we discussed politics, religion, and global warming, just to round out the afternoon.

And she doesn't believe in global warming either! Is this girl perfect or what?

I must be dreaming.

When we were sitting together the other day she told me she really liked being my friend. That's about the sweetest thing I've ever heard, especially given how quickly our friendship has blossomed.

I didn't see her on Friday morning; I knew she was getting her hair done. But I was driving down her street later in the afternoon and she was coming from the other direction, and she pulled up beside me and we just talked while both cars sat in the middle of the road right in front of her house. She talked about wanting to exercise, and joked about having me as her trainer. Now that would be fun, and we'd probably get a lot of very strenuous... ummm... exercise.

We must have sat their in the road for about 20 minutes before she finally pulled in to her driveway, and I parked my car and walked across the street to continue chatting. Honestly sometimes I just want to look at her. She takes my breath away.

Perhaps on Monday we'll just go for a romantic walk somewhere. Just holding her hands is electric. I've never had as much energy as I have when I think of her, which I do often. I think of the way she tilts her hear, the way she smiles, the way she lights up when she sees me, and the secrets her eyes hold.

I'm an incredibly lucky guy just to know her, let alone share the feelings that we do.

Hmmm....

She's gone for a few more days yet, but she is constantly on my mind. I'm a bundle of energy that I just can't get rid of, all because I want her near me.

When she gets back I want to hear all about her trip... while I unbutton her jeans and slide them down her delicious thighs. While I pull her top over her head, unsnap her bra, and roll her nipples between my fingers until they are as hard as little pebbles. And then slip her very wet panties down over that perfect ass, drawing them down her legs, kissing everywhere they touch. And then gently brush my tongue along her sweet, damp pussy. And then... well you get the picture.

I don't think that we'll be able to get each other's clothes off fast enough, but we'll try. It will probably be all I can do to keep from ripping those panties right off of her.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Ten whole days.

She left yesterday for ten days and I can't believe how much I miss her already. I'm a bundle of uncontrolled energy just thinking about her.

On Thursday and Friday we spent a lot of time together across a coffee table, teasing each other, playing with each other's feet, and just showing how much we want each other. She asked me for something of mine to keep close to her, so I ripped a button off of my shirt and gave it to her, holding her hand as I did. Our hands danced together, so close and tenderly.

I don't need anything to remind me of her. That beautiful face, those sparking eyes, those full lips, that cute nose, and that luscious body are etched in my memory.

Ten whole days. I miss her. I want her. Already I'm doing whatever I can to use up this energy so I'm not a complete wreck by the end of this week.

I wonder if she knows what she does to me. And I hope I do the same to her.

She noticed me too!

We sat together yesterday, and then again today. At first we sat across from each other, but then sat beside each other when two of her friends joined us.

She was so close that I could feel her body against mine, sometimes gently touching me, and other times pressed right up against me. As we chatted she would occasionally laugh or lean forward to make comment, her shoulder pressing into mine, very comfortably and intimately. I longed to put my arm around her and pull her close, but that would have to wait.

Before we left we just sat for a few minutes looking into each other's eyes, saying so much, without saying a word. When she looks at me her eyes seem to dance. She occasionally seems shy, but she can't hide what her face says so elegantly.

As I walked her to her car, she asked me if I had noticed her eyes glancing in my direction the first time she saw me. I said I thought I had, but wasn't really sure she was looking at me. Inwardly I was glowing, amazed that of all the people there she had noticed me. She even told me that one day in line she had asked her friend if she knew me, as I happened to be further back in the line. And there she was embarrassed when the friend looked right at me.

She actually noticed me too! Now I don't know if there is a nicer thing that somebody could say to you than that. Unless it happens to be a beautiful woman saying it to you. And she certainly is.

Her. Across the table. From me.

I was sitting in a booth working and having a coffee. She had her coffee and was wandering by and I asked her to sit down. She said yes!

Suddenly I was sitting across from this beautiful woman, finally able to see her eyes - the most expressive brown eyes I had ever seen, coupled with the kind of smile that so often hides a wild personality.

And just as suddenly there was an undeniable chemistry- an electricity - between us. For some reason we both started to share things - secrets and desires - as if we'd known each other much longer. Neither of us knew why, but it all seemed so natural

With played with teasing ambiguities, little stories, and the sort of thing that couples do. And we seemed so comfortable with each other. She was wearing a long brown skirt and high heels, and when she accidentally kicked me she suggested that heels could cause pain... or much pleasure.

Somehow we got on the topic of whether or not it was possible to... get busy shall we say... in a SmartCar. I wasn't sure, but she seemed pretty certain it would be possible.

As we sat there she fidgeted a little; so did I. Yet I couldn't take my eyes off of her face.She could look quite demure and shy one moment, and then the next - was that desire in here eyes? In her smile?

The coffee shop might have been completely full, but she and I were the only two people there as far as I was concerned. And I was just lost in her eyes.

The smile in her eyes.

I see her almost every day. She stops by my booth and we chat a little bit. Sometimes she wants to sit with her friends; sometimes she sits alone and reads.

He smile is beautiful and inviting, but I can't help but notice the smile in her eyes. A playful quality I see in them when she looks at me.

She is very attractive, with a body that is very easy on the eyes, certainly the kind men love to admire, as do I. But there is oh so much more in the way she tilts her head back when she laughs, the way she flips her hair when she is telling a story, and the way those eyes light up.

Our First Real Conversation.

She was sitting in the booth next to me as I was sitting down, and we started chatting about what we were doing. Without thinking, I sat right down beside her and started to explain something I was working on, while she either listened with rapt attention or suffered quietly. We chatted until a friend joined her and I left them alone. Of course leaving her was the last thing I wanted to do.

It was only later that I realized that, like an inconsiderate idiot, I had invaded her personal space by sitting down right beside her. To late to apologize, I hoped that she would just ignore my stupidity and forgive me.

It was pleasantly warm sitting beside her, but I couldn't see those bright eyes. I wonder how she felt. I wonder what she thinks of me.

Our First Words.

She was in front of me in line at the coffee shop, just the two of us. While I can't remember who said what first, one of us spoke and the other answered, in a pleasant little bit of conversation. It made my day. Actually, it made my week. There was just something so sweet and inviting about her voice, and she has an irresistible, irrepressible smile.

She comes to the coffee shop frequently, sitting occasionally with a few women, but is often joined by a gentleman who I assume she has some sort of relationship with - unfortunately.

I find my eyes constantly drawn to her when she is there. Wishing she was sitting with me I suppose.

The First Time I Saw Her.

It was an otherwise ordinary day when she walked into the coffee shop. As I sit there and work a thousand people could walk through those doors without making the slightest impact on me. But she walked in and it was as if there was nobody else in the store; she was simply glowing, and she took my breath away.

She got a coffee and sat down with some friends. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but I though she stole a glance in my direction, a lovely smile below bright sparkling eyes.

I couldn't help but keep glancing back at her. After a while she left with her friends, walking home I assume. She made such an impact on me, but I didn't know who she was, or if I would ever see her again.

But I knew that I most certainly wanted to know more.