Cherise had been writing to Fred for a while and she had to admit, she wondered if he was nearly as good in person as he was in writing.
This whole friendship started when she was lucky enough to have a short erotica story posted on a website. While she liked the story, she was unsure of how it would be received. When a friend told her to give it a try, she did. It seemed to take forever before the story was posted, but when it was she was giddy with excitement. She never actually got anything from the website itself telling her that her piece was accepted, but rather found out when she started receiving emails from admirers. One email in particular stood out. It wasn't a note about how he had jerked off while reading her story, but rather it was an invitation to collaborate on another. The problem would be getting in touch with the author; the website had cut off part of the email address when his reply was sent. Because of that Cherise had to sleuth it out to get to the right person. When the reply came in and she was glad not to have reached a little old man from Hoboken, New Jersey, but instead it went to a man in Belgium!
Fred had sent along a photo of himself to hopefully entice her to write with him. The photo was g-rated, but was a very good photo of him and the photographer had captured his essence well on film. There was intensity in the gaze. His brown eyes were so dark they were almost black. The gaze made her feel as if even through this photo he could look into her own soul. There was such strength in his bearing. Cherise had to admit to herself that she would correspond with this man if only to get a deeper look into what made this gaze so rich.
As fortune would have it, Fred was available periodically for an online chat and the friendship was able to build a little faster than it would have had it been purely through email. When they first had chat on IM, she was amazed at how easily they fell into conversation. There was no pretense or strain in the way they spoke to each other. The familiarity between the two of them was immediately felt. Cherise loved the easy banter and challenge she felt in talking with Fred.
Cherise took to calling Fred her online lover almost from the start. She felt her pulse quicken just a little whenever she received an offline message or had an email waiting for her. She looked forward to receiving the snippets and short stories that Fred would send her. While she was in no way an accomplished writer, she loved the feel of prose in her day to day life. Fred had added to that element by sending stories right away.
They had been corresponding for months and had many intimate encounters via IM and web cam. She didn't normally have erotic conversations online. She had tried it years ago, but the sexual frustration she felt afterwards did not lend itself to continuing. While she had no doubt that her male counterparts were able to masturbate and have a happy ending, it was much harder for a woman to do the same. She had tried; but she just could not get the hang of sitting lopsided in a chair while she either tried to finger herself or to use a sex toy in order to achieve an orgasm. It just wasn't comfortable. She had even gone as far as faking orgasm on webcam, and could get the faces just right if the camera angle was just so. She could even bring herself to mistype and make a mess of her writing in order to have it appear as though she was typing one-handed.
Right away there was a different tenor in the conversation; a lightness that she had not experienced before. Oh he was a horny one, there was no doubt there, but the friendliness surpassed the base grossness that most chats contained. She really liked the easiness in which the two of them were able to talk.
Cherise was up late one evening working on another story that she had hoped to finish and get to her editor, but because she was stuck on one area she decided to break away from writing and spend a mindless evening playing games online. It was well past midnight her time when her messenger notified her that Fred had logged on. Since she wasn't tired yet, she said hello to see if he would respond.
"Good morning, sleepy head," she teased. "Early start today?"
"I have a few minutes. Want to help me take care of my morning hard-on?" he countered.
"Now how can I turn down an offer like that?"
"Tell me how you would touch me," he said. "Make me feel what you are doing to me."
This started the beginning of a very sensual experience for Cherise. Gone was the simple typing of "oh baby, oh baby, I'm gonna cum." Instead, Fred had asked her to engage a more cerebral effort to the conversation. Anyone could write, "Fuck me, baby." He had just offered the opportunity to engage all of the senses in a simple statement of "Tell me how." For the next half hour Cherise wrote how her fingers would caress the smoothness of his skin; how her tongue would envelop his shaft. This was such a different experience for her that she relished the idea of being able to have more of this type of conversation.
One morning she had woke earlier than normal and decided to log on to her computer. She couldn't sleep and for some reason she had been thinking of Fred. What fun it would be to catch him and have him return an earlier favor. Once she thought about it, she realized that she certainly was aroused and it would in fact be fun to see if he could get her to cum this early in the morning. She was thrilled to see he was still logged on.
Cherise had barely sat back and was deciding if she should say hello or not when she received a message.
"Good morning, sexy," he wrote. "I'm surprised you pulled yourself out of bed this early. Did you miss me?"
"Actually? I did." She teased. "Care to put a smile on a gal's face?"
"Tell me what I can do for you. Are you somewhere comfortable?"
"Let me unplug my laptop and I'll bring it back to the bedroom. I can prop it up and read what you're saying, but don't expect me to say much in return. Can you work with that," she asked?
