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Kelly sat, eyes glued to the monitor. She has been perusing websites for the last month or two in search of information and gained companionship as a bonus. Her fingers moved the mouse over the keypad and clicked on 'favorites.' She scrolled down to a website entitled 'FuelWeb Message Board' and clicked on it. She waited while the message board loaded and then scanned the page for new and interesting posts. Her eyes landed upon a post titled, What Would You Do If ... she clicked on it and began reading. She had never run across this particular poster before, the name was BarbiesDoll. She noticed that the post had just been made, it read: "What Would You Do If ... you ran into your favorite band member at the grocery store?" Kelly thought a moment before pressing the reply button. When the text box popped up she began to type:
Well, it would depend on what aisle it was ... for example ...
1. The bread aisle: I guess seeing Brett in the bread aisle would make me squeeze the hell out of the loaves!
2. The jams and jellies aisle: I would eyeball him and the seedless raspberry jam and then eyeball him again and with a sly smile invite him to my place for a sandwich ....
3. The vitamin section where they keep the condoms: I would hold up the extra large sensi-ribbed and ask if he thought he would purchase this brand should the need 'arise.'
4. The fruits and vegetables: I would have to fondle the cucumbers sensuously when he looked in my direction!
She smiled as she typed and when she was finished she re-read it for spelling errors. Satisfied, she pressed 'submit.' She was the first one to reply to the post. She loved that! She went back to the list of threads. She scanned down the page and found another post that interested her. This one was titled "Where the hell is Kevin??" She clicked on it and read the initial thread, "He hasn't posted a message in so long!!! Someone who has his email address please give him a nudge!" She read down at the replies. She found a reply by BarbiesDoll. She frowned. Funny she had never seen that name before today and now here it was again. She read the response: "Kevin's been very busy." and that was all that was written. She read the responses to BarbiesDoll's post and frowned. "You write that as though you actually knew" was one response, "yeah, hahahaha ... what's he so busy doing, jerking off?" was another and it went on and on. The thread was a long one and consisted of mostly insults generated towards the response made by the person called BarbiesDoll. Kelly felt her blood pressure rise. If there was anything she hated it was the other older posters bashing the newer ones. She guessed it was some sort of initiation period; if you could survive the bashing and keep your sense of humor then you would be accepted on the board. Some people got upset and went away and never came back. Kelly had almost succumbed to the bashing and had even exited the site, removing it from her Favorites List but she went back out of curiosity and read a rude response to a post she'd made and lashed out. She gained a new respect and now was one of the posters who was looked up to. The posters were affectionately called 'Fuelies' in reference to their loyalty to the band, Fuel, whom this message board was dedicated to. She pressed 'reply' at the end of the rotten comments and when the text box popped up she began to type furiously:
"Just what the fuck is the matter with all you people?? I swear to God the combination of your IQs wouldn't even make a Goddamn monkey smart!!"
And, not even bothering to look it over she pressed the 'submit' button. She took a deep breath as she had found she had been holding it the whole time she angrily typed in her response. She went back to the front page of the message board and decided to send a private message. She filled in the boxes when it prompted her to do so:
Send message to: BarbiesDoll
Topic: Rude, Rude, Rude ...
MESSAGE:
Hey, I have to apologize for the others on this board, sometimes they can be harsh. Listen, don't let them push you away ... it'll be worth it if you stay. Trust me, they will respect you if you stand up to them.
Then she signed it, "K." She pressed the 'submit' button and the message was on it's way. Disgusted with the board today, Kelly almost clicked off but noticed that someone had posted a response to her reply on BarbiesDoll's post about meeting your favorite Fuel member in a grocery store. Curious, she viewed the thread ... After her reply, a person called Sinfuel replied: Dayum! I would be squeezing the Charmin for shore! Kelly chucked. After that post, BarbiesDoll had replied: Is it getting hot in here or is it just me? She smiled and pressed the reply button.
It's not just you!
Then she pressed 'submit.' She reduced the message board screen and went to check her email. After glancing through it and replying to a few friends, she went to check her account balances on her bank's website. Moments later her computer spoke, "You have New Mail!" it said loudly making her jump.
"Dammit!" She muttered in response. She clicked over to her mailbox and checked for the new message. It was a notification from the Bulletin Board System that she had a private message from BarbiesDoll. She made a 'surprised' face and, curious, brought up the Message Board box and clicked on the heading "check private." She clicked onto the reply to her message titled "Rude, Rude, Rude" and read the response,
"Thank you for your kind words. You don't have to apologize for them, they know exactly what they're doing. They're weeding out the weak. They will find that in the instance of 'fight or flight' I'm not a runner! I also enjoyed your response to my other post about the grocery store ... woah! You signed your name just 'K' what does that stand for, kitten or kinky?"
And then it was signed simply, Me. She felt her breath coming in short gasps. It was simple but eloquent and well-stated. She felt a bit tingly over the question he'd asked about the 'K' she used to sign the message. She didn't mean it as anything except the first initial of her name! She smiled to herself and pressed the 'reply to this message' button.
Well .... the 'K' could stand for either. Which would you prefer?
She signed it once again, 'K' and then sent the message. She found herself staring at the screen, waiting for a response to her reply. After a few minutes she blinked and shook her head.
"Knock it off, Kelly, a watched pot never boils!" She muttered to herself and then went on to the other websites she frequented. After some time, when she hadn't received a reply she signed off and left the computer. She wandered around her townhouse aimlessly, telling herself she had this to do and that but accomplishing nothing. She was intrigued by this new Fuelie, this new poster who was obviously flirting with her. Before long she found herself back at the computer and signing on to the Internet ...
She checked her email and found she had several new messages including a notification from the Message Board that she had a private message from BarbiesDoll. She sucked in a breath and clicked on the link that took her to her private message box. She read the reply while holding her breath.
I like a soft, furry, purring kitten at times and then others ... well ... let's just say that being tied up can be quite a turn-on!
Me
Kelly's pulse throbbed as she read the sexy reply. Wow! She smiled and bit her lip. How absolutely sensual! She had no idea who this was that she was flirting with so intensely or what he looked like. She didn't even know for a fact that it was a he!!! That was the mystery of the board ... you never knew who the people were behind the names and the fun of it was finding out, meeting new friends and possibly ... as in this case, initiating new relationships! She found her palms were a bit sweaty as she clicked on the reply to this message box and sat, staring at it a while before she came up with just the right reply. Since he had started this flirty interaction she felt impelled to continue it.
Well, she began, you sound like a guy (or girl?) that likes to have some fun! I'm curious to know a little about you, what do you say; you show me yours and I show you mine?
K
She read it over a few times and thought about adding to it and then decided, no, it was fine just the simple way it was! She pressed the 'submit' button and then took a deep breath. After going back and reading old email to pass the time, Kelly signed onto her Instant Messenger program and found three of her friends online. Moments later a little box popped up in her face and there was a sentence in the box.
"What the hell are you doing?" Was the sentence. It was Theresa, her friend. Kelly smiled and began to type back.
"Nothing."
"I tried to call you a few minutes ago and got a busy signal. You were online and didn't sign on, you avoiding me?" Theresa typed.
"No ... I was checking mail and looking at the message board." Kelly typed.
"I was there, nothing good."
"Ohhhh ... There's something good there ..." Kelly typed it and then thought better of it. If she sent it then Theresa would be curious and she'd have to explain the Private Message scenario that was going on between her and BarbiesDoll. She also considered that Theresa might start private messaging him too and wouldn't that just take the wind out of Kelly's sails? She backspaced and erased what she had typed. "Yeah, it's been boring lately. What are you doing?" She typed instead.
"Chatting." Theresa replied. Now there was a shock! She didn't think Theresa ever went online when there weren't five or six message boxes open and she held as many different conversations. Kelly wasn't like that. One conversation at a time was good enough for her!
"Let me guess .... Linda, Amanda, Andrea, Samantha ... who else you chatting with?"
"Hahahahahaha ..." Was Theresa's response. "Close ... I'm not chatting with Samantha."
"Are you disappointed? I mean, there are only three?" Theresa didn't type for a few minutes and Kelly got bored waiting for a response so she went to the message board and checked out the thread titles. She found the 'grocery store' thread and, seeing that there were new responses, clicked on the post and brought it up. She scrolled down to see where the last post she'd made was and began reading from there. After BarbiesDoll's post, Kelly had posted a response and then someone responded "Grocery store, what the fuck is a grocery store?" Kelly had a laugh at that. BarbiesDoll posted after that,
"The heat is definitely rising, perhaps we should all get naked."
She smiled. He was a charmer! She replied to the post:
You first, I'll follow ....
and then sent the reply. Right as the thread popped back up on her screen she heard the message box ring, Theresa had finally responded.
"No, not disappointed, relieved actually. Have you seen that new person who is posting on the message board?" After Kelly read it she sighed. Dammit! She wished Theresa hadn't seen it. She would have loved to have been the only one to converse with the person!
"Yeah, what do you make of it?" Kelly typed.
"He/she/it sounds like a flirt to me! I checked his/her/its profile and it's empty. Blank. Not a word!" Kelly raised her eyebrows. That was unusual. People who posted usually put something in their profile.
"Isn't that odd?" Kelly typed back.
"It is!" Theresa responded. "I think I'll PM him/her/it and check it out." Kelly frowned and made a face. Well, what could she do? She couldn't stop her from private messaging anyone she wanted to. Kelly sighed again.
"Let me know what you find out." Kelly typed and then pressed send. After a little while of messaging back and forth with Theresa, Kelly was getting frustrated and antsy that she hadn't gotten a private message back from BarbiesDoll and closed out her conversation box and signed off line. She paced around the townhouse a while, fiddling with this and that and then decided, since she did have to work the next day, she would just go to bed. As she lay there in the quiet darkness, she thought about who BarbiesDoll could be. She pictured all sorts of men in her mind and smiled to herself. Just before sleep though, reality set in and she rolled over onto her side.
"Yeah, right, Kelly! This guy, if it even IS a guy, is probably fat, bald, and 22 years old! You're better off looking for love in other places ..." She said outloud and then settled into her pillows.
Kelly drove home from work with butterflies in her stomach. The moment she pulled into the garage she shut off the car and flew into the house. On her way to the computer, she stopped to give the kitty a scritch and then signed onto the Internet. First, she checked her email. While it was loading, she shrugged out of her jacket and grabbed a Pepsi out of the fridge. She sat down and watched the screen as her emails loaded and flashed onto the screen,
from: BBS@Sonymusic .... you have new messages
from: BBS@Sonymusic .... you have new messages
from: BBS@Sonymusic .... you have new messages
Her eyes opened wide and a cheesy smile spread across her face. She quickly clicked on the message and saw who it was from, BarbiesDoll, and clicked on the link. It took her straight onto her login page and she went from there to her private messages. She found three unread messages from her mystery man waiting for her. She clicked on the oldest one entitled: "I'll show you mine ...."
Well, I like that prospect! Okay, I'll give you a tiny taste and if you like then you can bite into the whole thing, okay?
First .... I will start by saying that I'm a little older than some of the others on the board. I don't usually come here but was enticed by a post that someone told me I just had to read! Then I was appalled by the viciousness of the people on the board. Then you came along .... Okay, about me ... hmmm .... I have a job in public relations here in Tennessee but my job takes me traveling now and then. I'm tall and slender and currently unattached. Now .... your turn!
Kelly felt her heart flutter and before she would reply to that one she went on to view the next one ....
It was called, "re: Mine still ...."
Okay, I waited an hour and you didn't respond so now I'll write some more ... ummmm let me see .... I like old movies, beer, outdoor activities, ohhh and I smoke!
She took it all in and digested it. She moved on to the next one .....
Where the hell are you?
She laughed out loud at the last one and pressed the 'reply to this message button.'
She placed her fingers nervously over the keys. She wanted to say just the right thing and wasn't sure what that would be. Moments later, as if by their own will, her fingers moved across the keyboard and words appeared on the page.
Sorry ... I was at work until just about half an hour ago. Thank you for that information, I enjoyed it. So now here I go ... I am a nurse at a hospital here in Georgia. I work in the OR. I, myself, am currently unattached but you should know I've been divorced twice! Sound like a failure don't I? Well, I don't care. It didn't work out and I'm not looking back. Kelly made a face and then deleted the whole part about the divorce. She didn't have to mention that now. It wasn't important. I'm also unattached. How old do you consider old? I'm older than most of those girls on the board, don't be put off - us older women have more experience in ways then the younger ones .... I'm not too much into outdoor sports or whatever but I guess it would depend on what you had in mind ... make some suggestions! Movies?? Ahhh, they're okay! Beer? I prefer a mixed drink. And, as far as what I look like ... I wouldn't want to put you off so soon! Lol! How was that?
K
Kelly read it over before sending. She didn't really like it but sent it anyway. She, then, went to busy herself and see if he responds. She checked her email, Theresa had written and said that BarbiesDoll had replied to her private message. Out of curiosity, she opened the email and read it's contents slowly.
Theresa -- thank you for writing. I, unfortunately, cannot divulge who I am at this time. If I did then I would have to kill you!! Hahahahahahaha ....
Me
Kelly giggled at that response. She felt giddy and excited just like a young girl with her first crush! Had it been that long since she'd had the attentions of a man that these messages back and forth were her only means of entertainment and companionship? She shook her head, as pathetic as that sounds, it was true! She replied to the email briefly and then went back to the message board. She read some of the posts and then, when she hadn't received notification of a new message, left the computer in search of some sort of nutrition. Or, in laymen's terms .... food! She made herself a sandwich and then cracked open another can of Pepsi and took her place in front of the computer again. She found she'd received another message from him.
So you are a nurse ... (grin) all kinds of wild fantasies run through my head now! I certainly hope you are enjoying this little tete-a-tete as much as I am! Sometimes it gets lonely when you travel as much as I do, there isn't a lot of time to spend with friends and dating is all but impossible. It's nice to sit here and converse with you and you can't see me and I can't see you so we are getting along based on our personalities. So, what's your favorite position?
She giggled at the last question and replied to the message:
Honey, at this stage of the game, any position would be a bonus ... but if given the choice I would have to say pushed up against the wall in the midst of hot and heated passion! You?
She wasted time waiting for an answer by checking all her favorite websites, checking the private message board in between. Finally, another message!
I am kind of partial to being on top and as far as the place? Anywhere I can gain easy access is fine by me, but I'm a man. I think about sex 23 hours out of the day ... the other hour I want to eat.
Hey, you never told me your name? Mine is Kelly. How come we aren't instant messaging rather than private messaging??
Ten minutes went by before his response:
I'm Al. And what's your SN and what instant message do you use?
She told him she uses AOL Instant Messenger and gave him a screen name she only used when she was lurking and didn't want anyone to know she was there, PuddyTat. She signed on and waited to see if he would IM her. Minutes passed, it seemed to take forever. She got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back there was a box on the screen that said:
ButtholeBob would like to send you an instant message, would you like to: Accept OR Decline? She wasn't sure about that name, it could be him or then again, maybe not. She pressed 'accept.'
"Sorry about the name." Al had written. She smiled.
"It's not so bad." She typed.
"Please forgive if I'm slow, I'm not much of a typer." He really was slow! He was more slow than she was!
"I can't complain, I'm not speedy myself!"
"Well, what are you doing?"
"Sitting here, writing to you. You?" It took him so long to respond that she thought he'd gone elsewhere and then:
"Same thing. I have the TV on but not really watching it. I have to have some sort of noise in the background. It soothes the savage beast ...."
"Ahhhhh .... I prefer quiet myself. Or some music in the background, Fuel of course!"
"Of course!"
"What kind of music do you listen to?" Again, another long pause ....
"All kinds, I guess. Full Devil Jacket is big for me right now. And older rock. Anything that rocks, I guess."
"Do you live in a house or an apartment?"
"House. You?"
"Townhouse. I love it! It's two stories and plenty of room for my cats to roam. The lack of a yard kills me but I don't spend too much time out there anyway." Long pause ....
"I'm rarely home anyway so it doesn't matter where I hang my hat. When I'm here I'm usually keeping myself busy, I have a lot of energy." She rolled her eyes. She could imagine some tall. skinny guy bouncing around the house making her crazy!
"What do you look like?" She asked. Long pause ....
"I think I said I was taller, skinny, brown hair, bluish eyes. White teeth!" She giggled.
"I am tall for a girl, I guess." She said. "Reddish hair, it's short, hazel eyes."
"Ohhh a redhead, eh? Hmmm ...."
"What's that hmmm for?" She replied curiously.
"Nothing. I kinda like redheads!" She smiled.
"So, have you been to many concerts?" She asked.
"A few! You?"
"A few!" She said back to him. "Fuel?" She asked.
"Yeah, they're good."
"Yeah they're good! I love them!"
"What do you love about them?" She thought a moment before answering. She certainly couldn't say what she really loved about them was Brett or Carl!! That wouldn't go over very big ....
"The music is rocking and the guys are very nice, very personable." Long pause ...
"Have you met them?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I have!"
"When?"
"Uhhhh .... Iowa, Chicago, Milwaukee ..." Another long pause and then:
"Did you take pictures?"
"Yes, of course!"
"I want to see." There was no way she was going to send this guy those horrid pictures! She had been in the process of losing weight and hadn't gotten to where she wanted to be, where she was now when those pictures were taken and she wasn't proud of them!
"Not yet." She said.
"Why?" Was the reply.
"I hate them." She told him.
"Why?" She sighed heavily. She didn't want to explain. She would put him off.
"You send me a picture of you and then I'll send you a picture of me with Fuel." There was a long pause on the other end.
"Soon." Was all he said. She raised her eyebrows.
They chatted a while longer and then he said he had to get going. He had some errands to run, but that he would try to catch her another time. And then he was gone. Kelly sat in front of the computer after exiting out of her web browser just staring at the chat box. She scrolled up and then down, reading their conversation. She felt good about it. Finally she closed it out and shut down her computer and then went to bed.
After work the next night, she couldn't wait to get on line! She forced herself to make something to eat and eat leisurely rather than in front of a monitor. She poured herself a drink, vodka and orange juice with splash of cranberry, before signing on to the internet. She clicked on the box to check her mail and then signed on to Instant Messenger. A little grey box popped up in her face.
"There you are!!" Was the message inside. It was Al.
"Here I am!" She replied.
"I'm bored to death."
"I had to eat. Now I'm on my way to getting drunk." Long pause as Al was typing.
"I'd like to be drinking with you. I'll go get a beer ..."
"Come on over, it's quiet here ... oh that's right, you'd rather have noise." She waited what seemed like five minutes before he responded. Five minutes is a long time to sit and wait for someone to respond via computer!
"I would come over but .... " She smiled. "So, you ready for that pic now?" Her heart skipped a beat. She was but she wasn't! She had enjoyed conversing with him for the last few days and to see what he looked like was a frightening prospect. What if he was hideous? What if he wasn't thin but round and obese? She shuddered. She couldn't bear the thought.
"I'm not sure." She also didn't want to send him any pictures she had of herself! She wouldn't want to put him off if he was handsome.
"I'm sending it anyway." He typed and then he tried to connect to her through Direct Instant Message, which allowed the sender and receiver to send pictures to each other. She accepted the DIM and then saw that a picture was coming through. As it loaded, her heart pounded. It was taking some time so she got up and refilled her drink. when she came back the picture was waiting for her. She opened the box so it filled the screen and she could get a better look. There was a tall, slender man standing in a photo next to Brett. He was about Brett's height but his hair was dark brown and wavy. He wasn't bad looking but damn, he wasn't Brett! He looked somewhat similar to Brett in an odd way. He had on sunglasses as did Brett so it was hard to see what he really looked like. She sighed. It wasn't bad but damn, why wasn't he Brett? She laughed at herself.
"No news is good news?" Al typed.
"I'm checking you out." She responded. "So you've met Brett." She said.
"Yeah ..."
"What do you think of him?"
"He's an okay guy. I mean, I'm a guy, what do guys say about guys?" It took a while to respond and when Kelly saw the answer she knew why.
"I think he's great. He's very nice. I enjoyed meeting him. So, how old are you Al?" She wanted to change the subject from Brett back to Al before she said too much and put him off.
"30ish" She frowned and said, hmmmm. Thirtyish could be 29, could be 39 ....
"Okay." Was all she thought to say.
"Where's my pic?" He typed back. She sat up straight. Nope, no way!
"I can't." She said. "I'm not ready."
"Oh, okay." They sat there a few minutes not saying much. She felt bad. She would have loved to send one but she hadn't taken any recently and hated the other ones from when she had been fat!
"How's your beer?" She asked, just trying to keep the conversation going.
"Out, gotta get another." There was a long pause, maybe five minutes passed. "Oh, hey, Kelly, I have to go out to the store to get more. You gonna be on here later?" Her heart sank and she made a face.
"Uhh, yeah, I should be." She typed.
"Okay, catch ya later." He said and then the computer made the sound of a door closing. DIM was closed and then a blue line that said ButtholeBob has signed off at 8:24PM. She sat there staring at the screen for what seemed like an eternity. She felt bad. She knew he signed off because she hadn't sent a picture. She got up and paced around. Well, she never promised she was going to send a picture! He sent it of his own free will. She signed off the internet and made an early night of it.
Kelly searched and searched for a picture of herself that she would be willing to send to Al. She came up with nothing. She grabbed her digital camera and, after checking herself in the mirror, went over to her neighbor's house and asked her to snap a quick picture. After snapping several, Kelly decided that she had gotten one that she could send to Al. She went back home and signed on to the Internet. It was a little after seven. Al wasn't signed on to AIM and so Kelly checked message boards and her email for a while. She signed onto her other Instant Message screen name and chatted with Theresa and Linda for a while before she heard the sound of a door open and Al had signed on. She told Theresa she had to go and talk to him, she didn't feel bad about doing this as Theresa had done it many times to her! She signed off that name and onto the rarely used name that she used to Im with Al. She typed a message to him as soon as she was signed on.
"Hey!" She said.
"Hey." He typed back.
"You been busy?"
"Yeah, I've killed four beers already and on my way through my fifth!" She smiled and raised her eyebrows. He's on his way to stinking drunk, she thought.
"How ya feeling?"
"Pretty damned good."
"How was your day?"
"Pretty fucking bad."
"Why?" Here come the long pause, he must be typing something more than just a few words.
"Don't want to talk about it." She sat and stared at the screen and had a stinging feeling like it had just bit her.
"Oh, okay."
"So, anyway, what's up?" She shrugged to herself as if he could see.
"NMH."
"Huh?"
"Not much here. I found a pic for you."
"You did? Send, send ..." She connected with him and sent the pic. She heard nothing from him for several minutes after the pic sent. She began to worry.
"Wow ..." Came his response too long later. She took a deep breath and let it out.
"You liked that?" She asked, disbelieving.
"Pretty fucking good." She smiled. "Soooo ... what shall we talk about tonight Kelly? What are you in the mood for?" She had waited a long time for that sentence ... she could see a little icon register as he was typing the message.
"Well .... we could talk about you, your job, your friends, the town you live in ..." After she sent, it was a minute or two before he responded.
"No talking about job! My friends .... nahhhhhh My town? Small, not much going on here. Let's talk about something better .... so what about those favorite sexual positions ??" She got a sly smile on her face.
"Ohhhh like you on top, me on top, in an elevator, in a bathroom stall, at the grocery store ..." Long pause and then she could see he was typing.
"Good God ..."
"How about the bathtub ..." He was typing again.
"Forget the bathtub ... I'll wash you like a cat does, with my tongue." She felt herself blush and the room was suddenly getting warmer. What was it about this man coming on to her over the Internet that was so appealing? Well, at this point in her life any man coming on to her anywhere was appealing!
"Ohhhh ... really! That sounds heavenly." She saw he was typing.
"I would come up to you and hold your head in my hands, bend down and kiss your neck. Then I would lick your neck all the way up to your chin and then lick my way to your mouth and then I would find your tongue ..." Kelly just sat there, stunned. She stared at the words on the screen as though they were something to be afraid of. She looked down as if staring at it too long would burn her retinas. She finally got up the courage to begin typing.
"Ohhhhh ...." Was all she could manage to type.
"Are you okay?" He asked her.
"Ummm, yeah. I, just ... you surprised me." There was a pause before he began typing again.
"I would kiss you until you went weak at the knees. Then, once you are putty in my hands ..." He stopped and waited for her response before continuing. She felt her chest heaving up and down in excited response to his words. She couldn't believe the effect this was having on her. Her hands went ice cold and she shook as she typed.
"yes ...." She said and then waited for his response. He began typing again after a short time.
"I would take your clothes off of you ... slowly, teasing ... and kiss every bit of exposed skin." She was panting, her eyes glued to the screen.
"Oh, Al, that is quite sexy!" She said.
"Do you want more?" He asked her. She nodded as though he could see!
"Yes!" She saw him typing away on the other end.
"I would kiss your sexy naked body down, down to the part of your body where your legs end, spread them apart and then make you scream!" She felt hot tingles surge through her at the mere thought of this stranger pleasing her in a way that she hadn't experienced in some time. She moaned out loud.
"Ohhh yesssssss" She typed.
"Tell me, Kelly, tell me how you would feel ... tell me then what you would do ..." She took a deep breath and typed:
"I would have to devour your mouth with mine ... you wouldn't know such passion ever again in your life! Your clothes would come off and I would explore your darkest regions. Once I made it down to your hard dick, I would take it in my mouth and please you for all I was worth." She pressed send and waited for his response. It was some time before she saw him type.
"Oh baby .... you should see what you've done to me! I can't tell you how bad I wish you were here so I could push this thing deep inside you!" She let her head fall back and she groaned. When she lifted her head she saw that he'd typed more. "I would throw you down and climb right up on top of you and slide my dick inside you, watch the expression on your face as I bury myself all the way and then begin to ride you." Her hands moved down instinctively between her legs and she rubbed herself through her scrubs.
"Ohhhhh Al, fuck me! Why aren't you here?" She said it out loud as she typed it
"Don't worry, baby, I would fuck you ... if I was there ... I would fuck you and you would know you were fucked!" Her fingers became more urgent between her legs and she felt her excitement building to ecstacy.
"Al .... God .... I'm touching myself and it feels good. But not as good as it would feel if you were touching me!" Moments later he typed back:
"I'm touching myself too. If I'm quiet in a few it's because I'm concentrating. I have your picture up here on the screen and ...." She envisioned him sitting there in front of the computer, dick in hand well greased, stroking himself ... up and down in rhythm to the words.
"Al ... if you were here you wouldn't need to do that, I would do that for you with my mouth. I would work it, slide my tongue around it and suck the head ... ohhh I'm so excited!" She left the computer to stroke herself. She was so excited, she could feel her wetness through her panties and her scrubs! She stood up and dropped the pants to the floor then slid a finger inside her panties to touch skin. She was so excited by Al's words and sex talk that barely a touch sent sparks through her. She stroked her clit until she felt a powerful orgasm building. She imagined him, sitting there, pleasing himself ... only the man she pictured wasn't Al but Brett. She closed her eyes and shuddered through orgasm a moment later. She wandered, weak kneed out to the kitchen where she found a box of tissues and wiped off her fingers before going back to the keyboard. She sat down and typed:
"Are you okay?" She waited ... no response ... finally:
"y ..." was all he'd typed. She smiled. He was jerking off with her online and it was exciting. She'd never done anything like that before. She got up and got a drink while she was waiting for him to reply. By the time she'd gotten back he had typed.
"Oh my God!" He said. "I've never done that before!"
"Me either!" She replied.
"Let's do that again!" He said. She laughed.
"Right now?" She asked.
"No, tomorrow!" They chatted a while longer and then both signed off. Kelly practically danced around the house, turning off lights and locking the doors. She felt a bit apprehensive at first about what she and Al had done but the more she thought about it and the release she got from it she grew warmer to the idea of it. She lay in bed and thought about Al and the picture of him she'd seen. He wasn't bad looking at all but standing side by side with Brett ... it wasn't quite a fair comparison! Before she closed her eyes she said a little prayer and thanked those powers that be for this day and the day before!
Al was waiting for her by the time she'd signed on. They made small talk for a bit before he started to tease her. It didn't take much of his sensuous tongue to get her going again. She participated a little more this night and within an hour they were both pleasing themselves. At one point he said he would love to see a picture of her as she was touching herself and it frightened her a little but didn't scare her off. They continued their online lovemaking for almost a week. She asked him why he didn't have a girlfriend. He told her that he could ... he could go out that night and come home with someone but he didn't want to. He said that he was tired of going out and chatting up girls and dragging them to his bed. She was somewhat pleased that he wasn't out doing that but a little nervous that he'd done it in the past. "Oh, it wasn't often, every night or anything. But I'm a chick magnet! (ha ha ha)" Her response: "Oh, yeah, right!" Tuesday evening as she and Al were chatting away online he told her it was time for them to meet.
"You sure about that?" She typed.
"Yes, I am. I'm pretty sure about that." He replied.
"Pretty sure? Or sure, sure?"
"Ha ha ha ... I'm sure! Now get yo' ass out here!" She stared at the screen, eyes wide.
"Ohhh I have to come out there?" She said.
"Yes!" She sighed.
"I will check on it." She said, not promising anything. And after the next session of cybersex, Kelly decided she would give notice the next day at work that she was flying out to Tennessee.
CHAPTER THREE
The plane landed at Memphis Airport and after Kelly found all her baggage intact, she rented a car and headed out to Jackson, Tennessee. She checked into the motel she'd reserved and glanced at her watch. She hadn't yet heard from Al, he told her once she was settled in he would leave a message for her at the front desk. She freshened up and lay down on her bed for a rest before dinner. The phone rang less than an hour later, startling her out of sleep. She picked it up and was cheerfully greeted by the woman at the front desk said told her she was sending up a message that had been left for Kelly. Kelly paced back and forth in front of the door until she heard a knock upon it. She quickly pulled it open and was met by a young boy with a acne-scarred face. He handed her the paper and she pressed two dollars into his hand, he went away. She opened the paper nervously and read the words written on it.
Another message, imagine that! Rest up tonight. I want you to meet me at a little bar called "He's Not Here" tomorrow around 3. (directions on the back of this paper) I'm sorry I can't be there much before then. I will be there by 3! This is all so erotic ... I can't wait to meet you."
And then it was signed simply, 'Al.' She folded the paper and felt a pang of disappointment. What if he wanted to see her in person before deciding whether or not to meet with her? She decided she didn't care! She slipped her shoes back on and headed out of the motel to see the sights and catch some dinner. She would have a drink and forget about Al for the night!
The next afternoon, Kelly showered and shaved in preparation of her meeting. Her belly flipped nervously. She chose her outfit with care. She slipped on her pale denim jeans that laced up the front rather than snap and zipped. She put on a black, velvet bra and then slid a black lace v-neck t-shirt over it. After drying her hair she fluffed it up with her fingers. She applied a little make-up and then daubed lipstick on her lips. She glanced at herself in the mirror.
"Hmmm ..." She said checking her hair and make-up one final time. She shrugged. "Good as it's gonna get I guess!" She said to herself, grabbed her purse and matching pale blue denim jacket and headed out the door. She sat down at the bar and glanced around nervously. There were a couple of guys at the bar itself. she looked them up and down, squinting so she could see better after coming in from the outside. She was pretty sure neither of them as Al. The bartender approached and Kelly ordered herself a vodka and cranberry. Moments later the bartender set down the drink in front of her. She paid him and then brought the glass to her lips and sipped. She turned around on the bar stool and let her eyes wander the room taking it all in. What was so special about this bar, she asked herself. There were pictures on the wall that she couldn't see from there, a jukebox in the corner that wasn't necessary being as there was music playing overhead. There was a small stage at the far end. She wondered if Fuel had ever played in there. It was highly unlikely. There was a couple sitting not to far from the stage and a drink on a table by itself in the far corner. There was a table occupied by three women and then her. That was it. No Al. She turned back around and sipped her drink. When she finished that drink she ordered another right away. Now and then she took a look at her watch and sighed. It was quarter after three and no one had come into the bar! She turned and let her eyes sweep the room again. The lonely drink in the corner was now joined by a man in a large blue jacket and a cap on but he had his back to her, she couldn't see who it was. Where'd he come from, she wondered softly. Certainly if it had been Al he would have seen her and come over, wouldn't he? She finished most of her second drink and decided she needed to visit the ladies' room. She hopped down off the bar stool and found the restroom in the back of the bar, just off the kitchen and next to a row of three telephones.
As she came out she was startled by the man in the blue jacket and ball cap who leaned his back against the wall.
"Kelly," He said in a low voice as she passed him. Kelly flinched at the sound of her name and turned quickly. The ball cap was off and Brett Scallions stood inches from her, his blue eyes piercing and his blonde hair hung loosely around his shoulders. She was too shocked to move or say anything. He just stood there and looked at her a moment.
"It's you!" She said finally in a breathless voice. It was then that he reached out with one hand and cupped the side of her face. She pressed her head against it and as she did so he slid his other arm around her waist and pulled her closer placing his full, warm lips against her neck. She was expecting kisses and instead he sunk his teeth into her neck playfully biting and then sucking on it. She leaned into him allowing her hands to slide around his back. He kissed her neck then down to the little indentation where her neck met her shoulder and he bit her and sucked on her. He worked his way upward with his tongue, licking and tickling her neck leaving a trail of saliva where he had been. He licked his way up to her chin and then found her mouth and slid his tongue into it. His mouth melted onto hers in a hungry, wet passionate kiss that caused him to groan deep in his chest. Without breaking suction, he slid his jacket off and let it fall to the floor behind him then he wrapped his arms tightly around her and slid his hands down her back to her ass where he cupped a cheek in each hand. With a flex of a muscle he pulled her closer to him so she could feel his excitement. He ran one hand down her ass and lifted her thigh up and pressed it against himself. He ran his hand under it and then slowly rubbed himself against her pelvis. Moaning, he moved back down her neck until he got to her shoulder. She slid her hands up his tee shirt and felt his soft, smooth back. She moved her hands up and then raked her nails down to his waist. Every time she did this he groaned. She was so excited standing there in a dark hallway, in Jackson, Tennessee necking with Brett Scallions that she lost all concept of time and place and let her hands roam his body freely. A woman passed by them on her way to the bathroom and Kelly heard the woman click her tongue. When the woman came back out moments later they both heard the woman mutter, "get a room" on her way past. Brett released Kelly reluctantly and, panting, they both looked at each other. He laughed softly while she giggled. He raised his eyebrows.
"I guess we should move it along and take it to a higher lever, eh?" He growled, his eyes never leaving hers. She nodded slowly and reached out to his face. He grabbed her hands and slid one of her fingers back and forth over his bottom lip and then into his mouth where he sucked it and ran his tongue along it. She felt a hot wave of passion sweep through her body and she nearly fell flat on the floor.
"Okay, okay," She breathed.
"Do you need to get anything from the bar?" He asked her as he picked up his jacket from the floor where he'd tossed it earlier. She nodded.
"Yeah, my jacket." He pushed her forward.
"Go get it and come back here, I don't want to go out that way." She moved quickly to the bar, grabbed her jean jacket and joined him moments later by the back door. The went out into the light. Brett slid on his sunglasses while Kelly retrieved hers from the pocket of her coat. He took her by the hand and led her to his black Corvette which sat, parked, with the top down. Standing next to the passenger door, he grabbed her head and pulled her mouth to his once more for a heated kiss. He was so close, she could feel the heat of his body permeating her very being and the bulge in his pants pressed against her sending shock waves to her nerve endings. Finally he pulled back and ordered her to get in. He ran around the back of the car and hopped in without opening the door. He slid down the seat and landed with a "plop," then he started the car and sped away. Kelly turned and watched him as he drove. He had stuck the hat back onto his head to keep his hair from blowing and turned to look at her now and then, smiling. His dick was so big in his pants and the waistband was pinching. He tried to re-adjust unsuccessfully, he decided it didn't matter and drove faster. Stopping at a stoplight, Kelly unbuckled her seat belt and lurched forward nearly landing in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and licked his mouth. He sucked at her closing one eye and leaving the other one open to spot the green light. Upon it changing, Brett took off and Kelly landed back into her seat. They hit the highway and he gunned it.
They pulled up in front of a good-sized home in a neighborhood of Brownsville a while later. Brett got out of the car and pulled Kelly up the steps and into the house. Once inside, he threw his coat aside and tossed his hat away. His hands were all over her then, he yanked off her jacket and devoured her mouth, neck, and shoulder hungrily stopping only to slip her tee shirt off. He reached around her back and unclasped the bra. She let it slide off her arms and onto the floor. One hand massaged one full breast while the other held her close while he kissed her. He glanced around the room and then pulling her close, he cupped his hands around her ass and lifted her to himself. She wrapped her legs around him. He moved to the kitchen table and, not caring what was on it, swept everything onto the floor and set her on it. She leaned back on her arms while he bent to her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down on it. He sucked it then lapped at it with his tongue. She let her head fall back and sighed audibly. He pushed her backwards further onto the table and she leaned back further onto her elbows. He kissed her breasts and then began to work his way downward, licking as though she was an ice cream cone. He left trails of wetness and then went back up and blew lightly on them making her skin tighten into goose bumps. She giggled. While he kissed his way down, his hands moved to the laces of her jeans and began to unlace. Once undone, he slid his hands down her hips and pulled the jeans down with them. She lifted her hips and allowed them to slid off and onto the floor by his feet. He kicked them aside and pulled his own tee shirt over his head. She sat up and reached for him, her hands running lightly over his smooth, tight skin.
"Ohhhhhh ...." She moaned as her hands moved over him. He forced her backwards as he trailed his fingers down from her shoulders, over her erect nipples, tweaking them as he passed, down her belly to the straps of the black, velvet thong she wore. He hooked his index fingers into them and slowly pulled them down. He slid them off of her and tossed them behind him as he eyed her with lustful passion. He slowly, purposefully licked his lips and, leaning down he grabbed one of her thighs behind her knee and began to kiss. He kissed the knee and then moved inward slowly. Kelly lay back and felt herself flush with desire. It wasn't enough that she was having the sexual attention of a man, it was who the man was that sent it forward into higher gear! She thought she was coming here to meet someone named Al, a man she'd had cybersex with through the airwaves and Brett was licking his way down her thighs to her pussy. She felt her juices increase with every flick of his tongue. He looked up at her and grinned.
"Well, I always say that the best place to eat something good is at the table! Pardon me while I snack on you for a bit ..." he said and then he concentrated his licking on the spot just where the inside of her thigh met her groin. She moaned as he sent shivers up her spine. He pulled his head back and ran his index finger down her opening. It was slick and wet with her passion for him. He rubbed it up and down a few times before allowing his finger access to the goodies inside. He pressed his finger in further, rubbing it against her slippery clit. She groaned loudly. "I'm guessing you're liking that." He said softly and then found her hole and pressed his finger inside. Her body responded favorably, pressing forward. He finger fucked her a moment or two before pulling it out and replacing it with his tongue. With the first lick, Kelly knew it wasn't going to be long before before orgasm. He lapped at her pussy like a cat or dog would groom themselves. "Mmmm ..." He mumbled. "Here's the cleaning I promised you the other night Kelly." He whispered and went back to his work. She writhed underneath him and he slid his tongue sideways and ran it up and down her pussy, gently working at her clitoris. What seemed like only seconds later, she was grabbing at his head and pushing him against her as a powerful orgasm rocked through her. When she stopped convulsing, he stood up. He pulled a napkin from the holder on the floor and wiped his mouth. He smiled devilishly at her, his eyes flashing. "Ohh, now I'm full!" He teased and threw the napkin away. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down over his slim hips. He wasn't wearing any underwear at all and Kelly eyed his huge erection. Well, the boy does have a dick, she said to herself, and look at it! It was big and swollen. He stepped up onto a kitchen chair and then crawled onto the table, hovering above Kelly, his erection hung down against her belly. She reached down and wrapped both hands around it. His eyes closed and he moaned as she first felt it and then began to stroke it. She reached one hand down between her legs and wet her fingers with her own slippery wetness and then rubbed it onto his dick. She did it again until he was good and slick, then she stroked him with one hand while the other reached underneath and glided over his tight balls.
"I want to swallow you whole, Brett, let me suck you." She whispered. He opened his eyes and stared at her breathing through his mouth in short gasps.
"Not now, " He said huskily. "I have got to bury this bone, baby." And he grabbed her hips and lifted her off the table. He slid his hot, hard dick into her slowly. She was so tight. He stopped and then backed it out and slid it in more, then backed it out again. "Oh good God ..." He groaned. "You are so tight, I'm not gonna last, Kelly, I'm sorry." After a few times of backing it out and sliding it in, he found he was in all the way. He pressed his hips against her, moving back and forth, pushing pubic bone against pubic bone. Kelly moaned.
"Brett ... please ... fuck me." He began to pump himself deeply into her then, going faster and deeper with each thrust. His breaths became shorter and she heard him moaning as his orgasm built quickly. He grunted with each hard thrust and then pushed himself deep inside her and held himself there. She felt him shoot his hot cum, coating her insides. He lowered himself down on top of her and kissed her mouth.
"Fuck, baby!" He sighed. "How long has it been since you made love?" She smiled.
"A while." He smiled back at her, blue eyes twinkling.
"It's like riding a bicycle ..."
They lay there a while and let their breathing slow and pulses return to normal before Brett disengaged himself, got down off the table, handed Kelly a pile of napkins at her request and then helped her down. He slipped his jeans on while she went around the living room collecting her clothes and putting them on.
"You tricked me Al!" She muttered as she dressed. He laughed.
"I had to." He said.
"Why's that?" She asked, pulling her shirt over her head and planting her hands on her hips, watching him as he collected all the things that he'd shoved onto the floor during the throws of passion. He stood up straight and looked at her seriously.
"Would you have fucked me online had you known who I was?" He asked. She nodded. "No you wouldn't have, you would have freaked. I've tried it before." He bent over and picked up a pile of paper strewn across the room. She laughed.
"You're kidding." She said. He shook his head.
"No, I'm not." He said tossing the papers down onto the table. "I can't even have a normal conversation let alone a hot one like we had." He strolled over to her and scooped her into his arms. He just looked down at her and then slowly bowed his head and kissed. "Thank you." He said softly and then smiled at her. She squeezed him and then released.
"You're welcome Brett Alan Scallions."
