[Fiction] Hopes and Dreams

[ShyButHorny]

I meet a boy on getDare. He is a switch like me, except he leans towards dom while I lean towards sub. He isn't into anything too gross or crazy. He just likes the simple stuff: CMNF/CFNM, dare master/slave, public embarrassment, voluntary submission. He doesn't like pain, inflicting it or otherwise. And he isn't into any of the gross bodily waste stuff.

His name is Nick. He is a recent college graduate. He lives in a different state from me, too far to drive there. He has a job and lives in an apartment by himself. He has some friends from work and school that he likes to hang out with. No one in his life really knows about his interest in getDare type stuff.

I tell him about my situation, how I graduated high school and live with my parents, how I work part-time at a boring, dead-end job that I neither love nor hate, and how I don't feel fully appreciated by anyone in my life.

We chat a lot. We exchange some dares. After a while, we share the kind of pictures that they tell you not to share. We also talk about life and start to build something of a relationship. At least, that's what it feels like for me. I think I'm falling for him. I feel like I belong to him. I want him to claim me.

I'm trying to tell him how much he means to me to the airport. I tell him how much I want to meet him in person. He wants to meet me too. I tell him that I would drop everything for him. I would live with him for as long as he would have me. And I would earn my keep. I would cook and clean and be his slave for as long as I please him.

He agrees to buy me a plane ticket. One-way. And he'll pick me up at the airport. I'm so excited, I feel like I'm floating. I can't wait to get out of my boring old life and into this new one. But what do I tell my parents? My job? Can I just go without saying anything to anyone? Well, I'm legally an adult now, it's not like they can stop me. But I know that my parents will try to stop me. I know that they will be very angry if I don't bow to their wishes. Sure, they want me out of the house, but not like this. "You're not going to live 1,000 miles away with some stranger you met on the Internet!" they'll demand.

I can't just leave without saying anything, so I tell them. The conversation goes about as expected. They even refuse to take me to the airport. I don't know if they'll take me back if this doesn't work out. But I have to go. I quit my job over the phone without giving two-weeks notice. I tell them it's a personal emergency and I'm leaving the state. They're upset, but at least I let them know what's going on. It's not like I plan to use them as a reference.

I have a friend, April, who agrees to take me to the airport. She keeps asking, "Are you sure about this?" and saying, "This is crazy!" At the airport she tells me good luck and that she'll be praying for me. I tell her how much I appreciate her support and that I'll keep in touch.

I expect traveling alone to be a lonely experience, but something is different about me. I'm leaving my old life behind and it feels like a great weight has been lifted from my soul. I'm suddenly optimistic about my choices and my future. I find myself talking to anyone who will listen. I tell them about the great guy that I met online and that I'm flying to meet in-person for the first time. Some people seem worried for me, others excited. But for once, I'm not the shy and quiet girl that I always was. I'm going out of my way to tell people about myself and I'm happy to do it.

Before I know it, we're preparing to land. And now my stomach ties itself in knots. The dual anxiety of worrying about a failed landing and meeting Nick for the first time hits me like a sack of bricks. I tell myself a joke that doesn't help, "Well if the landing goes poorly, then I won't have to worry about meeting Nick." Yep, that just made it worse. But then the landing of course goes smoothly, we taxi to the gate, and then it's time to get off the plane.

To be continued...