It all started innocently enough. Both of us used a popular internet chat program. One night while I was surfing she messaged me and I began to talk to her.
"I'm Andy," she introduced herself.
"Andy it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Terry."
We chatted every night and after a while I anxiously waited to hear that tone signaling that she had just come online. This girl had become one of my favorite chat partners, probably because our topics remained innocent. We didn't do any of the cyber sex or had any sex talk. It was different for me. I liked it. That is a subject I normally didn't dare discuss with anyone I was dating much less talking to on the internet. One day though somehow we managed to get on that topic. Covered were the basic topics-- when did you lose your virginity, favorite position, etc. etc. That was how at ease this girl made me. Then she did something I should have seen coming from a mile away. Yet for some reason I didn't. And the gesture was quite innocent. This girl asked for my picture. I agreed and sent it to her and while she downloaded it I waited anxiously, biting my lip. I don't know why I was nervous. I'm not a bad looking guy. At the time I was a college student at a major Midwestern university, she had just graduated from high school elsewhere in the Midwest. She replied back after seeing my photo and I was very happy with what she said.
"You're cute," is what my screen said.
"Thanks," I said blushing even though she couldn't see. I told her I was and she started laughing. "Your turn now," I told her.
Within a few minutes my nervousness had given way to excitement. This girl, I mean woman I was talking to was absolutely gorgeous. She had blonde hair a little past her shoulders and the brightest blue eyes that put even the sky to shame. I was absolutely mesmerized.
"You're very pretty," I told her, not wanting to come on too strong.
"Thank you," she replied back almost instantly but I could almost imagine some sense of embarrassment. "I haven't been told that in a long time and I tend to be self-conscious and not sure how to take compliments."
"I find that extremely hard to believe. You are absolutely beautiful."
Time passed and we continued to talk every day. I never hesitated to give her a compliment, mainly because I meant them but also because I wanted to give her some confidence. Our conversations covered a wide variety of topics. I learned she absolutely loved basketball and played at the college she was now attending. I told her I used to be athletic, playing baseball and soccer and some basketball, even though I wasn't that great in the latter. I did challenge her to a game when we met.
"When we meet? Do you think that would actually happen?"
"Without a doubt," I responded to her.
"I have something to confess," she proceeded to tell me. "We have talked over the past few months every day. I've learned so much about you, not to mention I think you are cute. Plus you treat me like a princess."
"Is there a downside to this?" I asked her.
"If I tell you something, will you promise me not to freak?"
My mind was now wandering what it was she had to tell me. They weren't very good thoughts either. "Go ahead," I answered.
"I think I'm falling for you. I mean I think I'm in love with you. I know it sounds strange because we have yet to meet and there is still so much we can learn about each other. But I thinkβ¦"
"Say no more," I interrupted. "I'm flattered and to be quite honest I was harboring some of the same feelings for you. I think of you all the time, wondering what it would be like to look into your eyes and tell you that I love you too. I wondered how nice it would be to hold your hand and kiss you andβ¦"
"And what," she typed back.
"And make love to you." Uh oh. Topic broached again.
"Do you think that someday we will actually get to make love," she said but this time not only did she seem curious, she seemed excited at the prospect.
"Without a doubt," came my reply before she could even type her previous statement.
Some time later I told her I had to go to Washington, D.C. for a week for a conference but I would write her as often as I could. And I did. I emailed her every day and even sent her a couple of those thinking-of-you e-cards. They were cute and showed my sense of humor and she appreciated them. When I got home I could hardly wait to talk to her again. That first night back I think we talked all night.
Weeks passed and Andy told me that she had to see me. She even told me what she was going to wear, by way of a short skirt and black silk panties and a shirt that would show her off. I was excited but I think she was teasing me. She told me what she wanted to do to me such as telling me she just wanted to rip my clothes off, climb on top of me and fuck me. We made arrangements for her to take the bus to come see me. A couple days before though she said she couldn't come. I was heartbroken and couldn't get a really good explanation. She apologized profusely about it a couple days later and I told her all was forgiven although way back in my mind I remembered. Later on that month Andy relayed more bad news to me.
"My dad is getting a new job. In Europe."
"Are you going to stay in the country?" I asked.