She scanned the status board of flights where she saw his plane listed as "Arrived". It would take at least ten or fifteen minutes for him to make his way to the baggage claim where they would meet in person for the first time. She took her cell phone out of her pocket, ensuring that the ringer volume was maximized and that the vibrate setting was on so she wouldn't miss his call when he got off the plane. Anxiously pacing back and forth, she hoped she'd be able to calm down before he got there. She knew he'd probably be nervous too, and that helped to ease her mind a little. Even though they'd been talking online for almost a year, and looking forward to meeting for the past two months, Crystal felt like a kindergartener going to her first day of school.
Her mind wandered to that night last August when they'd first met each other in cyberspace. Having just gotten out of a four-month relationship a few weeks prior and feeling down in the dumps, Crystal sat in her bedroom in front of her computer, debating whether or not to engage in some innocent online flirting. She wasn't interested in creating a profile on a matchmaking site, nor did she want to scroll through other people's fluff and bullshitting, hoping to find one person with similar interests. She also didn't feel like using any of the random video chat programs, since one normally had to click "Next" and bypass dozens of penises before seeing a person's face. Crystal was no stranger to cybersex; it was a great way to be creative and relieve stress at the same time, but the element of mystery was part of the fun.
She navigated to her favorite chat room site and clicked on the category appropriately named
Sex & Flirting
. A window immediately popped up asking for a handle. Crystal thought for a moment before entering "Hottie22FMich". Being a twenty-two year-old female from Michigan and using this handle usually eliminated the need for the cliché "A/S/L" opening messages from other chat room members. Crystal was far from what she herself considered hot, but it sounded more appealing than "Average22FMich", which would be lucky to get any responses.
Upon entering the room, she was bombarded with a barrage of popup windows. Many were spam advertisements for other chat sites or services, sent by automated "bots". She quickly closed those out and added the senders to her ignore list, before perusing through the remaining messages. The one from "HungNHorny" asked if she would like a big black cock in her tight ass. "Lipstix" inquired as to whether or not she was bi or bi-curious. Someone named "CoolWhipped" wanted to tie her up and spank her with a paddle, while "DoctorJason" told her he would fuck her tits until he came on her face. She sighed, as none of these introductions were very original.
She was about to close a couple more messages when another lone popup interrupted her. It was from "WashingtonGuy" and it read simply,
Hi there
. She smiled at how he must have had the same idea she did when choosing a handle. She replied with a hello and asked how he was doing.
Fine, thank you
, he typed.
Do you like to talk dirty?
Crystal was incredibly horny, but something about this guy piqued her interest and she didn't want to jump into the cybering right away.
Sometimes, but I like to get to know the other person a little first,
she replied. She hoped that playing a little hard to get wouldn't scare him away.
Ahh, well what would you like to know?
he asked with a smiley face.
She was able to find out, not surprisingly, that he was from Washington state, his name was Nick, and that he had just turned twenty-one. They chatted for over two hours about random things like movies, work, and food. They seemed to like a lot of the same things and she felt completely at ease talking to him. The two hadn't even discussed anything sexual, except for the fact that they were both single and liked to chat online. Crystal didn't notice it was past one in the morning until she felt her eyelids get suddenly heavy as she let out a huge yawn.
I need to get to bed, LOL.. Work in the morning,
she typed.
Awww,
he replied.
Do you think you could give me your email address? Maybe we can chat again soon.
No one she'd talked to online ever asked for her email address, since cybersex seemed to be all about anonymity and one-time interactions. She smiled and gave him the address, really hoping he would contact her, since she had felt so comfortable chatting with him.
The next morning, Crystal awoke at six for work as usual. Her administrative assistant job was usually pretty boring, but she made decent money and worked her online college classes around it. Still living with her parents, she had very few expenses except for her car, insurance, and gas, so she tolerated it for the time being.
When she got to her cubicle, she pulled up her personal email account from her cell phone application. Hoping to get a message from Nick, she was disappointed to see only a forwarded joke email from her father, and a few junk messages advertising generic erection pills and porn sites. She remembered that Washington and Michigan had a three-hour time difference, and that it was only five o'clock in the morning for him, so maybe there was still a chance he would email her. For the next few hours, Crystal found herself daydreaming about Nick, wondering what he looked like and how his voice sounded. Despite being preoccupied with her fantasies, she managed to get a good chunk of her work done.
At noon, she headed downstairs to the deli with a few co-workers to grab a quick bite for lunch. They had suggested eating in the restaurant but Crystal said she had some things to do at her desk so she would be getting her meal to go. This was a good excuse for her to get back to her cubicle as quickly as possible to relax and check her email again. As she unwrapped her turkey sandwich, she heard a faint beep from her cell phone, alerting her that she had a new email. The sender's name was Nick Gray, and the subject line was "Hello Again". Her heart began racing in anticipation and a slow smile spread across her face.
Opening the email, it read:
Good morning,
How is work going? I hope you don't think I'm stalking you, but I wanted to know if you'd like to meet again tonight online to chat. You made quite an impression on me last night and I don't think I could stand it if I never talked to you again. :P
Nick
