Jesbian Dreams

I sat playing with my hands, looking out the window down onto the tarmac. The airport staff piled the luggage onto the plane one by one, I saw my bag I don’t know why but I always get excited when I see my bag get loaded, I know that all my belongings are going to make it on holiday with me. I wondered which one of the bags was Jessie’s, was it the pink girly one, the purple one or just one of the basic black ones adorned with a tag or ribbon so the owners could work out what one is theirs when they get it on the other end.

Music is my life, I had one earphone in as I sat and watched out the window. Songs finished and the bags were all loaded onto the plane, we were almost ready to get going, for the plane to crawl down the road before excelling off down the runway and into the sky. But I wasn’t ready for that, Jessie wasn’t on the plane yet. Was she not coming? Had she had something come up meaning she couldn’t be on this plane flying to Barbados in the Caribbean? Was it not meant to be?

I looked ahead of me, over the headrest of the seat in front, to the front of the cabin to see if the tunnel was still connected to the plane. (I was at the back of the first class area so it was hard to see) It was, thank god. She must just be “the late boarder” that you always have on every flight! I turned my head away and looked out of the small window again, I was so fucking nervous. Would she remember me? That night at prom? Or would I just be another face on board this flight? For some reason I turned my head back and looked at the door, I felt her somehow I knew that she was near.

My eyes stared at the door, like they used stare at Jessie, fixed. I took a deep breath in and out and she stepped onto the plane, my heart started going faster and faster as she walked over to the seat next to me. She was more beautiful and sexy than I ever remembered, her new jet black hair and cut throat fringe, framed her beautiful face. She was wearing a basic white tank top with black leggings and a light wash denim jacket with studs on the shoulders (it was cold outside) along with colorful creepers. Her legs were so long just like I remembered, they never ever quit.

Once she reached me she stared down at me for a second with a smile, her eyes piercing into me. Did she remember me? Was she trying to work out where she knew me from? I smiled back, Jessie rummaged through her bag and pulled out her iPad, headphones and gum before reaching up and placing her bag in the overhead locker. She then picked up her stuff and sat down next to me, she was so close it was unreal, I thought I would never even set eyes on her again but she was inches away from me.

I glimpsed at her hands, thoughts went through my head, I wanted to hold those hands in mine so desperately, feel her warm soft skin with mine once again, her grasp is where I felt at home, no one’s touch could ever make me feel like hers did. Her lips were all plump, so kissable, knowing that I once touched those lips with mine and I had tasted her delicious kiss made me feel all warm inside. My attention was on her and her only. The safety talk from the cabin crew sounded like murmurs in the background and the movement of the plane felt as if I was traveling towards my dream not the runway. I kept on looking back out of the window, dragging my eyes from her grasp just so I didn’t look like a freak. The murmurs in the background stoped and I glimpsed back over to Jessie, to find she was looking at me for once she was the one that got caught in the act, not me.

“Hey” I said. “Hello Babe” she replied, her voice caressed my ear for the first time in the flesh after 4 years. We started talking as the plane traveled down to the runway. It reached the straight tarmac and I sat waiting for the feeling of the plane to thrust itself into the sky. But just like the plane our conversation had stopped, Jessie was staring into my eyes like she was trying to arrange a puzzle of past experiences. “I think I know you, did you go to the Brit school?”. Just as she uttered those words the engine kicked in, just like my heart we were travelling faster and faster, I nodded my head and replied “Yes I did go to the Brit school, we were in the same year” as we took off into the sky.

(Source: jesbiandreams)

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