As usual, I was up late at night surfing the web. Several drinks and a multitude of internet porn had made me very horny. I started to browse through the member directory hoping to find someone interesting to talk to. I live in a college town and decided to search for a local girl. Maybe this night, unlike all the others, I would have a little luck.
The results were better than usual and I started an IM conversation with a 22-year-old coed just across town. Her name was Alicia and like me, she was bored to death. Even in an exciting college atmosphere, things can get very slow after 2am on a Wednesday. So we started chatting and by all her smiley faces and lol’s, I could tell I was making some progress. At first we just made friendly conversation about our hobbies and lives. We told each other stories and learned a little more about each other. As it turns out, we had a lot in common and got along quite well. Our chat got a little flirty after a while and we began to talk about fun and sexy topics. Neither of us had pics, so she asked me what I looked like. I gave my standard response, “I’m 5’10, 180. medium build, short brown hair, dark eyes, trimmed beard, smug grin… just your average college guy, but I make up for it with my charm and wit.” She lol’d and complimented me, saying that I “sounded” very cute. I thanked her and told her she was sweet to say so. I didn’t ask her what she looked like, though. I rarely do this. Seriously, I am much more concerned about who someone is than what they look like.
We continued to flirt some more and almost an hour went by before she started to complain of eyestrain. I didn’t want to seem pushy, even though I was getting very interested in her, so I asked he if she wanted me to let her go. I was pleasantly surprised when she asked me if I’d like to continue our talk on the phone. I jumped at the chance and she asked for my number. I sent it and we both signed off. Just a few seconds after I flopped down on my bed, the phone rang and I snatched it up.
“Hey you.”
She had a cute, giggly voice and we didn’t skip a beat from our internet talk. We continued to flirt and I was using my best lines. I have a soft, deep voice and was doing my best to tempt her. I knew it was working when she brought up the topic of sexual positions. I mentioned doggy-style and was rewarded by a soft, sexy moan vibrating from the phone. I couldn’t help but grin and continue to tease her. I abandoned any inhibitions and began to outline a fantasy for her. I told her how excited I was and she assured me that she was, too.
“I’m laying here in my bed, naked,” she told me. “You’re really turning me on and I’m feeling more than a little wet.”
“Oh sexy, that sounds so good to me. You’re driving me crazy.”
She moaned a thanks and asked me what I would do to her if I was there. Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to go for it all.
“Well, I could tell you… or I could show you.” I whispered to her with a slight chuckle. I was greeted with a long moan and a rustling of sheets coming through the phone.
“Come on over, I need you now.” HOME RUN!!!!! I quickly agreed and got her apartment number and told her I’d be there in ten minutes. Hanging up, I pulled on some clothes, checked myself in the mirror, popped a breath mint and headed out. It only took me five minutes to drive down the road to her complex and find her place. I kept having to adjust my pants as I walked up the stairs to her door. I was hard and throbbing and my mind was spinning with anticipation.