Tap, tap, tap. Mark's fingers pecked quickly at the keys of his keyboard. Most of his time was in fact, spent on a keyboard, monitor in view. Mark was your average nerd, and even made money on the computer. It wasn't that Mark didn't have any friends, it was just that he chose to be on the internet most of his time. He talked to his friends online, and even friends he met online. People had asked him about his life, in which he replied "I am very happy with my life, for I have a great social life, sex life, and I still make money.".
When Mark wasn't spending time on the internet, he was either shopping, working out, having fun, or something along the lines of supreme ness. Mark was in terrific shape, and looked good as well. When he worked out, he worked on cardio and stamina, and body building as well. He ate healthy meals, as large as they were. Each meal of the day consisted of enough food to feed a family of four per meal.
When Mark went to the club he did so with the intentions of making new friends picking up a new girl as well. He was very friendly and pretty charming too, making it very fun and easy for him to meet new friends. All his friends were great friends, willing to put themselves on the line for him, and him for them.
Mark's online social status was also a high ranking one, for his charm and friendly personality went well with people from all countries. He was known on a lot of website's forums and chats, and even helped run some. He also made web pages for companies and non-profit sites as well. He also did graphic designing and even made some of his own music (Techno). He also wrote for a multiple sites, erotic to fantasy, he wrote it all.
One day while talking on a chat site he frequently visited, he was doing the usual, talking and having fun. He had made jokes, told stories, and even heard both jokes and stories, all in all bullshitted. Mark was happily typing away when he noticed a screen name he had never noticed before. He assumed the person was new and immediately introduced himself. The person introduced her self as a female, 21 years of age and from the state next to his own. She had also stated her name to be Ashley.
Mark being the "internet whore" he was known as, quickly became friends with her in a heated discussion about nothing in particular. He found a lot of what she said, he had in common and liked her personality. Having tons of fun with her, he asked her if she would like to talk in a messenger so that they could go on webcam. She happily agreed, making Mark wonder what he was in for.
Mark was happy to see that Ashley was beautiful. She had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. Her lips were luscious with red lipstick. She appeared to be prepared to show herself off on camera. Mark noted that Ashley seemed to be very self confident, for she always bore a sexy smile. Also, that she had a great sense of humour and intellectual as well. After a little while longer, they ended up talking on the phone and having over all, a great time. This had led to them sending emails and talking to each other every day, keeping in touch.
Tap, tap, tap. Mark was in the midst of writing an email to Ashley, a wide grin plastered about his face. He had news, in which he was writing to her at the moment. He had recently discussed going to visit Ashley, or even her to visit him. Today was the day he had decided it was him going to see her, and he wrote her saying so. In the email he asked a day that would be good for him to come and visit, and how long he would be staying. She had replied about an hour later, and said any time was great and he could stay for as long as wanted. Happily, Mark sent one back stating he would be coming the next day and would be staying for two weeks. The next few hours Mark spent posting over multiple sites that he would be gone for a while, visiting Ashley.
The next day Mark awoke to the screeching of his loud alarm clock. He was suddenly up on his feet, the blankets being flung off the bed practically. Turning off the horrid sound being his alarm clock he went to the bathroom where he brushed his teeth, showered and then shaves. It was 9 am and his plane was destined to leave in an hour. As he showered, he whistled a tune he had learned when he was younger, thoughts of Ashley in his mind. Secretly, he longed to be with her. He had flirted with her in emails and on the messenger, but he never truly let her know his thoughts. She knew he thought she was sexy, but that's as far as she knew.
After his shower he went to his room where he put on a pair of jeans, a tight t-shirt to show off his muscles and some spray cologne. He brushed his hair quickly and then grabbed a bite to eat. After that he had gotten into his car and made the drive towards the airport.
The ride to the airport was uneventful, though he stopped at a couple of Tim Horton's to get some coffee. He was rather excited at the thought of meeting her and continuously thought about what he was going to say when he met her. He knew he'd forget what he thought of, but it did its trick in helping the time go by faster.
Mark now sat on the plane, his feet cramped against the seat before him, his own seat rested back with a small pillow for comfort. He rented some T.V. to watch for the flight, and ended up watching a sitcom called, "How I Met Your Mother". They attempted to serve him peanuts and a small juice box, which looked rather like a kids meal then a proper meal so he had declined politely. Over all, the flight was OK, but served to cause a major pain in his back.
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After receiving email that Mark would be visiting her tomorrow, Ashley prepared for his visit. She had spent the rest of her day cleaning the house, and even set up a room for Mark to sleep in. She then made plans for the next day. She was sharing the same feelings as Mark, for she was equally excited to meet her online friend for the first time off of the computer.
The next day she was to meet her friend at the airport, and had all morning to get herself ready to do so. She had allowed her hair to lay straight, compared to her usual bun or curly hair. She wore a white blouse that showed off some cleavage, and a pair of tight jeans. She had also decided on her black boots, which ran half way up her leg. She thought she looked pretty sexy in the boots, and found not too many people could disagree. She did not fear to show herself off, as she worked as a dancer for a night club for a month or two.
Finally figuring everything out she headed off for the airport, ready to meet Mark for the first time. She wanted to be there at the gate when he arrived, so she would be one of the first people he saw off the plane. For this, she made quick haste, excitement pushing her faster and faster.
When Ashley finally arrived at the airport, she breathed a sigh of relief, for she had almost been pulled over for speeding. She found a spot and then parked, checked her hair and make up and then walked towards the airport. As she walked she noticed a bum lying sitting against the wall, causing her to giggle. She thought she'd point him out to Mark thinking he would find it funny as well.
Ashley bought two coffees, one for herself and one for Mark. She new he would be happy to have something to drink after a long flight. She then found a spot to sit while she waited for his plane to land.
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Mark just had his plane land, and was one of the first people off the plane. He carried a small bag with him on the plane, consisting of his entertainment for the flight. Mark walked out of the plane and out of the gate, where to his excitement he saw Ashley waiting for him on a bench. She had sat cross legged but quickly stood up when she had seen him.
They both moved rather quickly towards each other, Mark placing his bag on the ground to receive a hug and peck on the cheek from Ashley. He returned the favour, in which she blushed immediately afterwards.
