February 19th
I woke up to the sun shining through the hotel room windows. I pried open my eyes and blinked against the light. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 9:13 am. That means it was just after 4:00 am in America.
Can't call Mom and Dad, yet. I thought to myself.
I sat up, moved the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Today was going to be a good day and I felt hopeful. My mind immediately began to drift towards thoughts of William when I heard my stomach growl. I needed to eat something and I knew the hotel offered free breakfast until 10:00. If I hurried, I could make it and grab a bite to eat. I ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and hair, and then got dressed in jeans and a fitted, white t-shirt. After putting my shoes and socks on, I grabbed my purse and headed out the door. Once I opened it, looking down at the floor I noticed another red rose and underneath it was a note with my name on it. I picked up the rose and read it as I walked back into my room.
"Hope your first night in London was comfortable, Your Majesty. Can't wait to hear all about it tonight. I will be at this address at 7:00. I hope to see you there. Love, William."
Below that was the address of a restaurant. My felt my heart skip a beat and I suddenly grew nervous. Realization set in and soon, puzzling and doubtful questions began to fill my head. We met on the internet so what if he wasn't the same as he portrayed to be? What if I was disappointed? What is he was disappointed? I felt my stomach rumble again and it brought me back to reality. I placed the rose in the tall water glass alongside the other.
I'd have a bouquet by the end of the week if he kept this up.
I left my hotel room smiling, trying my best to remain positive despite the many, many negative things that tried to take over my train of thought. I pressed the button on the elevator and the doors opened up. I hit the button to go to the first floor and once the doors closed, I thought about what my first meeting with William would be like. I knew what he looked like and how he sounded since we had mostly used a webcam to talk. I felt my grin widen a little and my nervousness faded as I remembered that we had basically gotten past all of the awkward phases over the past year. He had seen and heard me laugh, smile, be loud and obnoxious, hair a mess, no makeup on, eating cereal, and even fall asleep. We even had a bit of fun from time to time.
I felt a tingle down my spine as I recalled watching William lick his lips in anticipation as I took my shirt off on the camera for the first time. It was innocent enough in the beginning but over time, we went much further. I could feel the moisture between my legs grow as I remembered reaching behind my back to undo my bra and the look of excitement on his face as I teasingly tossed it to the floor. How his eyes lit up when my hands moved to cup my breasts.
Spreading my legs on camera for the first time had been a particularly difficult thing for me to do but he loved every minute of it. He would sit back and watch in awe as I brought myself to orgasm. I hadn't realized how powerful the imagination could be until that time and having him there, on screen, listening and watching, only intensified every touch. I would imagine his hands roaming over my body, down my sides and over my hips. I imagined his lips clasped around my nipple while I reached up to toy with it. Thinking of his fingers replacing my own, thrusting inside and playing in the wetness. Looking down at the camera and seeing him stroke faster with every new movement would always drive me over the edge.
The elevator doors opened and I quickly stepped out, bringing my full attention to another organ that needed immediate tending to. I looked around the first floor and noticed a small buffet area where they were serving breakfast. I grabbed a pancake, fresh strawberries and a glass of ice water then went to sit down at one of the tables they still had set up. As I ate, I tried not to think too much on William and more on the date itself and how I would prepare for it. Then suddenly the all too important question arose as I stuffed a strawberry in my mouth. What in the hell was I going to wear? Dread filled my stomach as I made a mental checklist of all the clothes I had brought with me. I eventually decided that none of them were going to be good enough so I needed to go shopping.
Way to find a good excuse to go shopping in London the first chance ya get, Mona. You aren't an uber girl or anything. I thought mockingly.
After I finished breakfast, I still felt very nervous about the date that was only a few hours away and the only person I could think about talking to for a little confidence boost was my mom. My mom fell in love with my dad under some pretty nerve-racking circumstances too so she would know better than anyone how to handle the stress of what I was dealing with. I mean, my mom married her college professor. How much more of an anxiety driven romance could ya get? Just then a lightbulb went off and I knew exactly who I could talk to. I scanned through my contacts and quickly sent a message to Caroline, my best friend. Caroline went to Georgia University with me and while a few years younger than I, she had quickly become my best friend after our first encounter in English Lit.
Caroline had moved to Ireland a few months back after her meeting with a man named Seamus, who I still had yet to meet. Something about a fling at a concert. Caroline had found a job teaching Art at a local university and was now working on gaining citizenship in the country without having to marry Seamus, despite his insisting on it. They talked about twice a week since Caroline was now six and half months pregnant.
I clicked the call button next to her name and lifted the phone to my ear. It rang once before Caroline quickly picked up saying,
"Mona? You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I laughed. "Are you okay?" I asked, sarcastically.
She grumbled. "It's too early even for your lighthearted sarcasm, Mona."
"It's never too early for sarcasm, Caroline."
She scoffed before moving on with the conversation.
"How's London? Are you unpacked? Did you get any sleep? Have you met William yet? You're in the same time zone now! I miss you!"
I laughed a little as the excitement grew in my friend's voice.
"London is great, so beautiful too. Yes, I'm unpacked, well rested, and I miss you too! So much! I can't wait to see you all!"
"What about William? Have you met him yet?" She pushed.
"Not yet. But I will be."
"When?"
"Tonight."
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Wiliam stood there in his robe, in front of his closet, staring down at his nicest suits. He wasn't sure what to wear. I mean he would look just fine in anything but there he stood, puzzled and confused. He wanted to make a good impression tonight and he intended on doing just that.
Since his first chat with Mona, he loved her sharp wit and lighthearted demeanor.