Marya and Steve met while waiting in line at Starbucks. Steve was six feet tall with a lanky build. He had brown hair that he wore about one inch long over his head and a beard he kept clipped very short making him look about five days away from a shave pretty much all the time. He was a calm, easy going guy who didn't let too much bother him. He had a decent desk job, wasn't overly political, liked to read science fiction.
Marya was five foot four, kept herself in good shape by visiting a gym three times a week. She had longish brown hair that she habitually wore in a pony tail. She had dark blue eyes and pretty bowed lips and men did tend to pay her some attention. Steve noticed her slender yet curvy figure when he first saw her from behind.
Neither of them remember what their initial conversation was about, but they wanted it to continue and got a tiny table together after they had their drinks. By the time Steve had to hurry off to work, they had made a date for Friday evening to go for a light dinner and a few drinks. In their short conversation they had spoken a bit about their respective pasts. He had gone to the Massachusetts Institute of Art for graphic design. She confessed that although she hadn't gone to art school, she had paid part of her way through accounting school working as a nude artist's model. He was skeptical expressing that it was an easy way to seem titillating. She was only slightly offended by his questioning her word.
Around lunchtime, Steve's phone buzzed. He had received a text from Marya with a photo attachment. The message read, "Proof I speak the truth! ;)" It was her with a different hairstyle looking a couple years younger sitting in a chair completely nude with he legs slightly spread. Not a gross, porny spread, she was simply sitting naturally, but her genitals were quite clearly revealed. She was slender, but her ribs didn't show. Her breasts were high, small and firm with large nipples and areolae. Their deep rose color was perfectly matched by her lipstick, but now he wasn't sure if she had been wearing lipstick at all both when they met or in this picture. Her stomach was not completely flat, but had the slightest pooch which was actually very sexy. Her vulva was smoothly waxed, the slightly raised mons just a shade pinker than the surrounding skin. The color of a perfect peach, he thought. Her butt wasn't visible in this picture, but her hips flared wide offering the promise of a pretty spectacular bottom. When they met she had been wearing a short skirt rather than pants, but he had liked the general outline. Steve sat looking quietly at the pic for a minute or so, completely drawn in, an erection starting to form in his pants.
He twitched in surprise when the phone buzzed again in his hand almost dropping it. She had texted "Well, what do you think? Don't keep me in suspense!"
"Wow! (ʘ.ʘ) Sorry, all the blood rushed out of my brain to other places. That's some great pic! :)"
"I have more I can show you when you pick me up Friday."
"Well, you have definitely insured that I 'll be on time!"
She texted back a "Lol! CU l8r".
Marya's apartment was near Inman Square in Cambridge. It took Steve a while to find a place to park, but finally did about two blocks away. Her place was on the third floor of a building that had a convenience store at the street level. He was buzzed in and walked up. The woman who answered the door wasn't Marya. She was a rather pretty redhead who had her hair bobbed just below the ears. She wore wire framed glasses and had blue eyes and freckles. She was on the tall side. Steve guessed about five foot nine. Her figure was broad but not really overweight with wide hips and large breasts. "Hi!" Steve said, "I'm here to pick up Marya."
"You must be Steve. Come in. I'm Tracy, Marya's roommate. She got stuck at the office. She ought to be along in a half hour or so. She asked me to make you welcome. Can I get you a drink?"
Steve walked into the apartment. It was neat but cluttered with shelves full of books and random objects. The walls were crowded with many small pieces of oddball looking art. "Um, we're going out for drinks. Maybe just some seltzer?"
"Sure! Do you want Ice?"
"That would be great, thanks!"
She was back shortly with a seltzer for each of them. She put on some music and they chatted congenially. Steve learned that Tracy had made a good deal of the art on the walls. Most of it wasn't to his taste, but he kept that to himself. It was mostly weird collages that had a strangely foreign look. Very hip and modern, but he was more into attractive landscapes and science fiction art.
His phone buzzed. It was a text from Marya. "Is Tracy taking care of you?"
"Yeah. She's very nice. :) RU going to be here soon?"
"Maybe 30 mins."
"OK. CU soon!"
