"We are approaching our final destination, and will be landing in 20 minutes. We are very sorry for the delay in our flight," said the voice of the Pilot over the speaker system. With that, my heart started pounding even harder than it had been, and beads of sweat were appearing on my forehead. The weather delayed the flight from taking off for more than an hour, and my tranquilizer had started to wear off, so my anxieties were being to reappear in full force.
Was I making the right move, is this the right decision? Is this the right time, or too soon? Not that there was any turning back, I was hundreds of feet in the air. What seemed like a very easy decision to make weeks ago now was terrifying.
I knew as the plane advanced towards the destination airport, that the moment I walked off and into the terminal, my life would never be the same. For the life of me, I couldn't remember why I had agreed to this liaison. "Stop berating yourself. You wanted something new and exciting, so damn it, enjoy it. You know its going to be sooo good." my inner voice kept saying.
It had started out harmlessly enough. After meeting on a Yahoo group, and a connection made, e-mails started, progressing to instant messaging, chats, and finally the passing of pictures and voice chats. It was a slow but natural development that brought us to this point. The talk began about our mutual interest; we progressed to our real lives, ourselves. Looking back, I realized that we were headed in this direction from the very beginning when we started with the harmless teasing and flirting, whether we would admit it or not.
As the wheels of the plane hit the runway, I was wondering what my I would think of what I was doing this time tomorrow. Would I ever forgive myself if it wasn't what I was expecting? After all, this was my interest, my decision, and feels like my destiny. I thought it was innocent, enjoying my time with the group and individuals. I kept telling myself it was harmless, just for fun. I wish I could admit that I may have made a wrong move coming here for this, reason, like this, but I couldn't. After this weekend, would I hold this one act against myself, look at it as a betrayal, or understand the driving force that propelled me here, that it was out of my control.
I had so many questions running through my mind and no answers for them. Before I was aware of my surroundings, I found my self in a Taxi heading for the hotel and my ultimate purpose. Fear gripped my very soul. Never in my life have I considered doing anything like this before. I still don't know how the driver was paid and next think I knew it, I was standing at the front desk talking to a clerk.
I gave my name and received a key to the room I'd be in for the weekend, and an envelope concerning my liaison. Panic stricken, I could not go into my room, so I decided that a walk around the hotel grounds would be in order until I could get my emotions under control.
Reading the content of the envelope, I found myself standing at another part of the hotel, at a room that wasn't my own, and thought that it was now or never. Walking through this door could only be my choice. Chance had brought me this far, and without a doubt I knew that it was only thing I wanted to do. Damn the consequences, this was my fate.
With courage and determination that I never knew I possessed, I tried the doorknob, and as it turned, I held my head up high and walked through. Before my feet crossed the threshold, I found myself surrounded by hug that took me by surprise, and a soft southern voice that whispered in my ear.
"Oh my god, you actually made it," exclaimed Nancy. "You had me worried when I called the airport and they said your plane was late with take-off. But then enough about you, you're late again. However, what did I expect? You can't even get into a chat room on time" She turned her attention to busy work, trying to calm her trembling hands before I even had a chance to respond.
Prior to seeing the room around me, the chirping of a cell phone was heard. It was a call for Nancy alerting her to something. The room became dark, and I wasn't sure what to expect next. The door opened, and light filtered in from the hallway outside.
As the door opened wider, a loud cry came from the walls of the room "Happy Birthday Wizzy"
The lights came on while Wizzy just stood there in a state of shock.
The gathering of the eclectic group of Amazons started singing at the top of their lungs "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, Happy birthday our little fucktard, happy birthday to you"
Tina walked up to Wizzy with a birthday cake, and the whole room cracked up. The only candle on the cake stuck right on the tip of an upright dildo candleholder, right in the middle of the cake.
Looking at the gathered gang of women, I realized that everyone had made it. Lari was sporting her leathers, passing out party hats with Ri. I mentioned Tina & Nancy already. Faerie, Ne-Ne and Grasshopper were playing with the sterno under the food dishes at the table, trying to get the flames higher. Major and Debbie Dee were talking in the corner to Casey trying to figure out just what her story was. Bertha had flopped in a chair, too far for her to reach the food and was begging somebody to grab her 'a little sumthang ta tide her over'. I saw what could possibly be two people sitting together in a corner, and assumed that it was Kaptain and the General. Off in the other corner I saw Bionic T, Mammaw, Dimples and Sammy talking to Xenacat about another one of her hot little ditties she had posted a couple days before.
'Now I know why we laugh like fools all hours of the day and night, sitting at the computer.' Nancy leaned over and said to me as my eyes rapidly moved taking in everyone in the room.
I was almost afraid to look at what she was referring to, but knew I had to. It was then I realized that our official party hats were fashioned out of dildos. It was our turn to put them on, and I heard her say, "It could be worse, Look at the size of Wizzy's hat. Let's go mingle." "Time to go meet the girls in person."
With that simple statement, I knew that all was right in the world. I had made the right decision, as everyone else in the room had. There was no other group of people I wanted to spend time with at this moment. I was proud to call this rag-tagged group my friends.
It took someone as special as Wizzy to get it and us all together, and it was now it was time for Wizzy's Surprise Birthday Pig Roast!