I met her on the Internet. WAIT! Don't hit the back yet. I know there are thousands of stories about people who have met on the Internet. This is NOT one of them. Yes, we kinda met on the Internet, but it's more like the Internet was an enabler that made these events possible. It never could have happened without the fortunate series of events that occurred because of the technology that is available to us now. So, keep reading and I promise you a pleasant twist and surprise in this tale of love.
She had read some of my stories on Literotica and PM'd me to tell me so. It always feels good to have a fan of my writing, especially the female type. Her forum name was "Bubbles". We chatted back and forth in PM's and found that we were both in our 40s, divorced with two kids each, and both lived in Orange County, although she was in Florida and I was in California. Talk about a GUD (Geographically UnDesirable)! However, she seemed like a nice person and I LIKE nice women. What harm is it to have new friends, wherever they may be?
Bubbles had written a few stories too and I read them and gave her some constructive feedback, which she seemed to appreciate receiving. I welcomed her comments about improving my stories as well. During the course of our communications, I let her know that I had not always lived in California and that I actually grew up in the South. We went to IM chat and the dialogue went something like this:
"You know, Bubbles, I really like that name. It brings back memories of someone I knew during high school." I said.
"Really, That's when I first got my nickname too. My first boyfriend used to call me that." She replied.
"Me too. I mean, that's what I called my old girlfriend in high school. But she moved away to Fort Lauderdale and I joined the Air Force and went off to save the world, like joining the French Foreign Legion you know?"
"What? I used to live in Ft. Lauderdale when I was a teen! Wow, what a coincidence." She exclaimed.
"Wait. Did you have a little brother who was born when you were 15, and did you have a sexy MILF mother who called herself "Gina Lolobrigida?"
"OMG, Bunch, is that you?" She shrieked back.
I called her Bubbles because she was always so bubbly, and her initials were BLB, which also looks like bubble. She called me Bunch, which came from, "I love you a whole bunch." She was my first true love. It broke my heart when she moved away and subsequently gave me a Dear John letter and Dear John phone call while I was in the military. I wondered for many years what would have happened if we had gotten married and not gone our separate ways.
"Yes, it's me. Oh my. I can't believe that it's you. This is unbelievable! Tell me all about yourself. What's been going on all these years?" I asked.
So I found that she had been married and was now divorced, had two girls who were grown up, and she worked in real estate now. I had two boys and was also divorced. We both spent too much time on Lit reading sexy stories. We had dated in high school, were both raised in religious families, and where saving ourselves for marriage, which we both assumed would happen someday. How naïve we were then, to think that was the right thing to do. Hey, it's not like we weren't hot for each other. Several times, we came very close to doing it, only to be interrupted by a parent coming home early, or getting the car stuck on the country road while looking for a place to park, or the one time I came in her hand from getting overexcited. Hey, we were teens. We had made it to third base many times, but never a home run.
We filled each other in on many details of our lives and both wondered what it would be like to see each other again. That's when I found out about her trip plans.
"Hey, My daughter is getting married to a guy she met in college. He's from California too, and I'm going out there next month to help her with the wedding. They are putting me up in a Residence Inn in Valley City. Is that anywhere near you?"
"Near? It's only a few miles up the freeway from here. Would you like to meet for dinner while you're here? I know some nice places. It might be fun to see what we look like to each other after all these years."
"I'd like that. Tell you what, I'll give you a call and tell you the details. I look forward to seeing you again, Bunch."
It gave me a tingle when she called me that. It had been so long since I had heard it and yet it seemed like yesterday when she said it in that same sexy way she used to so long ago. After all, it had been well over 20 years since we had talked or seen each other. We made plans for the date and I couldn't wait for the day to arrive.
In what seemed like minutes, my phone was ringing. It was Bubbles.
"Hi, Bunch. I'm here at the motel. I have a rental car, but the traffic here is insane. Would you mind picking me up? I can be ready at seven."
"No problem. I know what you mean about the traffic. I'll see you at seven o'clock then."
I was excited to see Brenda again after all these years, but now that the time had come, I wondered what she would look like, and more importantly, what would she think of me? Why hadn't we exchanged pictures? Were we crazy meeting like strangers on a blind date? I pulled up in my car and checked my hair in the mirror. OK, at least I still have hair, and it's still blond. 'Now,' I said to myself, 'take off that worried look and put a smile on your face, guy. Make a good impression. Well, here goes nothing.' The door opened and a smiling and pretty brunette woman greeted me. She had been a blonde the last time I saw her, but was just as cute in her natural hair color.
"Hi, nice to meet you." She smiled in that practiced professional greeting as she extended her hand for a shake.
"Hi, Brenda." I replied, and as I touched her hand to shake it, I swear sparks flew between us. "Are you ready to go? I know a great restaurant right down the street from here. We can talk more then."
"Let's go. I'm starving." She replied, still smiling that cute and sexy smile I remembered from long ago. "I'll just grab my wrap and I'm ready."
She wore a cute burgundy short sleeve dress that ended at mid-thigh, where my eyes were drawn to her dark stockings and down to her feet where they were supported by matching suede mules. As we drove to the restaurant, I had trouble concentrating on my driving, seeing her lovely legs extending out from the short skirt. Yes, she had matured a lot from what I remembered her, with a line here and there, an extra pound here and there, but she was still the petite mature version of the girl I used to know. And that smile was unmistakable, still with the little upturned corners that made me want to press my lips to hers once again.
We enjoyed a wonderful dinner with a bottle of good California wine. It was easy to talk to her, much to my relief. The restaurant was by the ocean where we could enjoy the waves pounding on the beach below. We talked about everything and nothing. It was easy to open up with her, like the years since we'd talked had only been months. We shared pictures and family tales, work stories, and even a few political comments. I was happy that she was a strong woman with definite opinions.
"Well, our oldest daughter and son are both taken, but we'll have to introduce the youngest two to each other. My daughter's coming out later in time for her sister's wedding." Brenda said.
"Yeah, wouldn't that be funny if they liked each other as much as we did?" I replied.
"I wouldn't be surprised. I always had the hots for you, Bunch. Did you know that?"
"Well, it wasn't ME who broke up with you, you know. I was in a foreign country when I got your Dear John letter."
"I'm so sorry about that. I didn't know at the time how much it might hurt you. But, you know, my dad made us move because of my mom having affairs, and he was worried about me getting too serious. So I had to move on with my life too."
"I know it probably wouldn't have worked out between us after you moved away, but yes, it did hurt me for a long time." I lamented.
