To me and my friends, Valentine's Day was a day of candy and anonymous valentines dropped in lockers.Every time I went to my locker, there were either...valentine notes taped to it or dropped inside and all were signed, which defied the whole point, at least to my way of thinking. Some of them were from the girls I knew and I didn't mind, slipping the awful cutesy ones Claire bought for me into their lockers, too. But an alarming amount were invitations to the dance by guys who's names weren't. Those could never go inside me. My fear took all of the arousal right out of me. “Stop right there! Those things will damage me for life.” I stated quite forcefully. Sheila apologized for scaring me and assured me that with the proper preparation, her devices would give me the biggest and best time I had ever had. She also promised that I would be in control and vowed to stop whenever I wanted. Under those circumstances, I couldn’t refuse. She kissed and caressed me in all of the best places,. All that remained was to schedule the specific activities for the four days. And honestly, I pretty much only had one ‘activity’ in mind, anyway. . . Whenever Linda and I talked about our vacation, the conversation was thick with anticipation of romance and sex. We would reminisce fondly about our first honeymoon, and spending days in bed, naked together, making love whenever the mood struck us. Sex was so new and exciting for us in those days, and we couldn’t get enough of it, or of each. I watched every graceful movement that hypnotized me into a trance I never wanted broken. She had the posture of a queen, and the face carved by angels. Everything I had ever wanted slipped away into a starry floating dream that was this girl. The flight was called and I watched her get up and I made sure I was far enough behind her in the line that I could still see her, but not close enough so that she would recognize me. Everything that was worrying me before about the airport seemed to.