I was going through a second breakup with my crazy girlfriend. That's when someone gave me Erica's information and told me to contact her because we had a few things in common. I don't remember who I got her number from, but looking back, I'm glad I got it. I texted her, and at first, that's all it was, a few innocent text messages from time to time. Suddenly, one night the innocence was gone.
We had both been drinking when the texts started. At the time, I was on my farm in Virginia, and she was in Baltimore. At this point, we had been texting for nearly a month. So on this particular night, it didn't take long for our inhibitions to go right out the window.
She started with a text that said: I'll brb, I gotta go wash my vibrator off. I dropped it.
I wasn't sure how I was supposed to react to that. I asked her if that message was meant for me, and she assured me that it was, saying that she was tired of waiting for me to make the first move.
Honestly, I didn't find her all that attractive. Erica was a cute, kind of pretty girl, a girly girl, into makeup and fashion, but she was a little on the thick side. On the other hand, I was in a slump, and a piece of pussy sounded good. How bad could it be?
We continued talking dirty that night, going as far as sending each other pictures. I couldn't get her to send me a picture of her pussy, but she sent me several photos of her tits. A few were in a bra, a couple were nude. Her tits were huge, and they looked firm, firmer than most big girls.
I sent her some pictures of my cock. She told me it looked big and that she'd rather be fucking my cock than her vibrator.
We talked long enough to get each other off that night. After she told me she had made herself cum she sent me a picture of her vibrator. It was a big, pink cock complete with veins and balls. It was at least eight inches long and thick. I couldn't tell if she had cum or not, but it was apparent by how shiny it was that the vibrator was covered in her pussy juices.
The following picture I got was of her with the vibrator in her mouth. The fake balls were resting on her chin. That's when I knew I had to fuck her.
I sent her a picture of my cock with my cum running down my shaft so that she could see that she had made me cum too. After that, we both agreed we needed to pass out.
The following day, I woke up to a text from her asking when I planned to come back to Maryland. Before I could reply, I got a picture of her in matching bra and panties that she was wearing that day. That was the first time I had seen her entire body like that. She was kind of thick, but she was actually kind of hot too. She didn't have any fat rolls, her stomach wasn't too fat, and she had amazing, huge tits and a nice, plump ass. I texted her back, telling her I'd be in Maryland that weekend.
I went to Maryland that Friday afternoon. After a few texts, we decided to meet at one of my favorite watering later that night.
I had been at the bar for a couple of hours when Erica finally showed up at 10:30. Even though I had no plans of driving, I wasn't drinking a lot. I didn't want to be too drunk for our first actual meeting. Except for a couple of beers and a few shots, I had taken a couple of Percocet too. I was pretty much sober when Erica got there.
Erica didn't want to drink any alcohol since she would be the one driving us back to my townhouse in Hampstead. I told her we could leave as soon as I was finished with my beer that I had already paid my tab. She seemed a little relieved about that. There was no point in staying anyway. After all, the only reason we had met was to fuck each other's brains out. I finished my beer, told a few people bye, laid a tip on the bar, and then we left.
I followed Erica into the parking lot since I wasn't sure which car was hers. She led me to a white Mustang parked in the back of the lot. Walking behind her was the first time I had a chance to really check her out. She was kind of tall, about my height, 6' 1", but she was in heels and doing a fantastic job walking in the gravel parking lot. She was a little thick, but she didn't have that jiggle that so many thick girls have. She had a nice ass, and her tits were huge.
I only lived a few miles from the bar, so it didn't take us very long to get back to my townhouse. Jen was in the process of moving out, so there were boxes everywhere, along with the general disarray that comes with moving. Jen was supposed to move some of her stuff that week, and it seemed like she had changed her mind.