We use Skype. It's a comfort thing for us and sometimes we will talk into the night, or just sit and watch videos. Most of the time, we don't use the webcam, but sometimes we do, and we did, last night. He laid down, and I laid down, and we talked, our heads sideways on our screens, matching eye for eye, lip for lip. He reached out his hand as if to touch me, and I reached my hand is if to touch his, touching my screen, which was enlarged to full size so that he was nearly life size. I sat like that, my hand on his, through the screen, wishing it could be our lips pressed together, our skin touching each other, when suddenly... I felt a give.
It wasn't anything that I could truly describe. I remember wishing that I could touch him, and then there was a push and my hand slid forward, as if through the thin plastic barrier of my screen. It almost felt a little bit like pushing through a really cold wall of butter. A lot of resistance, but once my fingers first went through, I knew that I could get through. There was no flash, no light, no sound of trumpets. Just a slight pop, and my hand was through the screen, and my fingers were met with warm, soft flesh. His eyes got big and his mouth formed a surprised O at this, but then he simply smiled, and tangled his fingers into mine, dragging them to his lips and kissing the tips of each finger. My forearm gave a funny jolt and I could feel this though he was nearly three thousand miles away.
I gave a tug, not separating our fingers, and there were two pops, one as my my hand returned to California, and one as his hand crossed over from New Jersey. It was my turn to kiss fingertips and I suckled on one. His smile widened and his eyes became dreamy and peaceful. I tugged a little bit more, and his arm to the shoulder pulled through the screen. I rewarded this with a kiss to his elbow and, though his face was obscured from me, I could hear a happy little noise escape him on the other side. He pulled back against me, and, while keeping our hand still connected, contemplated me through the screen.
"Can you fit?" he asked.
I contemplated my wide hips and my large breasts and my expanse of shoulders and shook my head sadly. "Can you?"
He pushed me back, our fingers still laced, and pressed his shoulder into the screen. My monitor had always been pretty big. I liked to watch movies and it was the best thing for it, but his was small, just a tiny little netbook. He pressed his whole body forward and into the screen, up to his shoulder and stopped, releasing my hand and trailing his fingers up to my elbow to give a little squeeze. I backed up and wrapped my fingers around his forearm (he was a little taller than me) and began to pull. His scapula fit through, and the he pressed his head to his chest and I watched the top of his head crown through the screen, his face becoming distorted with the pressure. I continued to pull and his arm wrapped around my waist as his head popped through and he looked a little bit dazed, but he was smiling, parts of him stuck through my screen. One arm in Jersey, the other in California, wrapped around my waist. I kissed him, testing out the feel of lips on lips, and smiled when I found him warm and willing. It only took a moment, and it was blissful, and then I was backing up again, pulling now with all of my might, as the other shoulder popped through and now his whole upper torso was in California. Both hands grasped my waist, and I was afraid to let go of the physical connection, worried that if I did not anchor him here, he would slip back through the screen again. So, with his hands on my waist, I began to push the monitor away from him, pulling through stomach, and back, wiggling the space around his hips, which stuck a bit and had to be forced, like a fat girl getting into years-old jeans, pushing flesh through the screen, pulling on the bits. Once the hips were through, and he was laying on my keyboard, it was just a tug and a matter of slide as he his knees and feet popped through my screen, and he laid, face down, across my bed.
I pulled him to a sitting position, still not wanting skin to release skin, and kissed him full and hard on the lips, even as we smiled around this sudden coupling. He was here... and I was happy.
I was worried that he would disappear if I let him go, that he would pop back to Jersey or just pop into non-existence, so many laws of physics and space and time had been broken. He sat in front of me and he was here. His hands on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my whole body into him, and then slowly, incrementally, backed away, until my fingers were touching his and no other contact. I took away one hand first, my left from his right, and then looked into his eyes and quickly, only for a fraction of a second, broke the contact between. He was still there. I closed my eyes, and counted to three, not willing to believe in this good fortune, and when I opened them, he was still there. I threw myself into his arms with a laugh, and his surprised, happy face met mine at lips and smile. He was here.
We looked at the monitor, and the empty room on the other side, and laughed. He pressed his fingers against the plastic screen and there was a resistance there that was normal, the screen laid back. He couldn't get through it now, and my laptop laid there like a laptop does.
He asked "How am I going to get back?"
"Who cares?" I answered, and kissed him again.
We would worry about that in the morning.
