There was a time, not that long ago when the internet was still in its infancy. The connections then were mostly text-based and moved at a crawling speed of 14.4, 28.8 Kbps or if you were really in the groove and lucky to be close enough to your telephone carrier's switching station, you could get a blazing 56 Kbps. This was "dial up".
Mainly because of the slow speeds, communications were restricted to mostly text files. We had what was known with affection as Bulletin Board Services. BBS', as they were called, had what at the time, wouldn't even pass for a lame website today. The best you could do would be to download text files, picture files or, on some sites, a live chat room. That's like texting today only with many other texters all at the same time. Or you could create a private room and text back and forth with just one person or as many as you would like to invite to the room. Pictures took forever to download because of the dismal speed of your connection. Still, it was another mass communication system, one that allowed the 'brave new world' people and the purveyors of erotica to flourish, even in its infancy. Anyone could write or post if they had a computer and a connection to the internet. If you remember these days, your hair is probably turning gray, somewhere.
This is how it was for us, 'Back in the Day':
One evening after a day's work I returned home, flipped on the computer and went to make myself something to eat while it booted up and connected to the "Internet". I got back to the fourteen inch black and white screen to see it finally connecting to the BBS. I entered a chat room of 'like minded people' and joined the conversation. Typing away as fast as I could to get my thought out before everyone was on to something else. I ended up in a chat with someone whose name suggested that they were female so we engaged in small talk for a while until as by design, the conversation turned to sex. She said she had read my messages before and thought I sounded open and interesting. The next thing I know she asks to call me on the phone to actually talk. Well, not being one to turn down a chance to 'connect', I gave her my number, closed my connection to the BBS and waited. In those days you couldn't be online and on the phone at the same time without a second line.
After a few minutes, the phone rang and I was surprised and excited that she actually came through with the call. All too often it's just someone that pulls your chain and never calls.
"Hello," I said.
"Hello yourself," a female voice responded. She had a soft sexy sound that instantly aroused my interest. After some initial pleasantries and comments about the BBS we had been using, the conversation led back to sex.
"Would you be interested in a threesome?" she asked straight out.
"Ahhh, yeah sure, I guess," how stupid of me, of course, I would. Why else was I talking sex with this woman? She said she was looking for a third party to join her and her husband. It was one of their fantasies and they wanted to experience it for real.
"I am, as my husband calls it, "oversexed" and he can't keep up with me long enough for my pleasure. Once he comes it's all over, and I'm most always left wanting more." she explained.
She even put her husband on the phone and I talked with him for a few awkward minutes. After we stumbled over some questions from both of us, he said he was fine with it as long as I wasn't some nutcase and that I didn't sound like one. He was looking forward to meeting me in person. We set the coming Saturday night for a meeting at a local Sports Bar we both knew. I described myself telling him that I would be wearing a brown Bomber-style jacket, Levis and sporting a newly grown beard.
I hung up the phone. "What the fuck have you gotten yourself into now?" I said out loud to myself. Even so, I was excited by the prospect and visions danced through my head about the coming weekend. That night I couldn't help but masturbate to the visions of what I thought the woman on the phone might look like and fantasies of what we would do with each other.
The rest of the week dragged by like the week before Christmas until, at last, I was walking into the crowded and noisy bar. I scanned the place trying to guess which couple I had talked to. I ordered a beer and sat with my back to the bar mentally stripping every woman in the place.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and a cute looking woman with short brown hair cut in a pixie style looked up at me smiling broadly. She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties and was very pleasing to the eye.
"You must be Ken, is that right?" Her voice was musical as it mixed with the drone of the bar.
