My fingers peck at the keyboard as I blink at the screen, the words glowing fuzzily back at me. I reach out and take a sip of my soda to wet my drying lips. I read over her words again.
{my pussy is so wet for u}
I glance at my response in the send box before hitting return, watching my words magically appear on the screen before me.
{r u playing with urself now?}
I couldn't believe how wrapped up in this I had become. I never went into chatrooms before, the whole interest of computers and Internet communication escaping me, but sitting home by myself for days upon days, nothing to occupy all this time I had free, I went ahead, figuring that maybe it would ease my boredom slightly. That had been two weeks ago, and now I looked forward to sitting down in front of my computer every night, hoping to encounter this girl I happened to meet in some chatroom. My imagination filled with thoughts of her, fueled by her emails and our chatting, fueled by fantasies that would never be met.
{my fingers r rubbing my clit}
{i'm thinking how good ur tongue would feel against me}
I feel slightly odd as my dick twitches against my boxers. I know the chances of ever meeting this girl were nonexistent, but reading how she would play with herself and what she was thinking had become so seductive that my mind makes it all real. I pictured her laying in bed, her hand moving feverishly between her legs as she squeezed her tits with the other, her pale, slender fingers sinking into her soft flesh. Her black hair fanning out over her pillow as she gasped and thrust her breasts towards the ceiling.
{r ur nipples getting hard?}
I rub the length of my cock as I imagine her somewhere out there, pinching her hard pink nipples, her fingers sliding under the confines of her panties to touch her wanting wetness.
{yes. i want u to bite them, to suck on them}
I shift so that I can type clumsily with my left hand, my eyes closing and seeing her firm breasts in front of my face, her hard nipples beckoning me. My lips close over one stiff nipple, flicking it with my tongue, rolling it between my teeth as her hands clutch into my hair.
{u like ur tits sucked on? my tongue on ur titties?}
I feel so strange writing to this girl, losing myself in an unreal world with someone I didn't know. She had told me a little about herself, things I took as truths. She told me that she was younger, having turned eighteen just a few months before, that her hair was long and midnight black, her breasts firm and not too big but just right. My mind paints the rest, imaging what my desires wanted. I was left with an ever-changing portrait, images of want that my mind lingered on but never focused on, knowing that this was my Sarah though no recognition was ever to be made. She was my fantasy, constant and mercurial at the same time.
{mmmmmmm}
{i want u to lick my pussy}
I imagine her voice, thick with yearning, whispering these words in the darkness over my head. Her legs spreading as I slide lower over top her, my fingertips reaching her uncovered sex ahead of my lips and finding the flesh there already wet with her desire.
{u like my tongue on ur hard clit?}
My words lit on the screen as I think of her pussy, the smooth flesh and the sweet folds of her pussy lips growing swollen and red with her excitement. Her hard nub of a clit poking from under its hood to receive my kisses as my fingers spread her lips open. Her juices covering my tongue, the taste sinking into my lips and sliding down my throat.
{yes. lick my pussy baby}
{get my pussy ready for ur hard cock}
Glancing over my shoulder to make sure the door was firmly shut, I shove my shorts down my legs, letting my dick jut up into the air. My hand circles around my hard cock, sliding along it a few times. I always feel nervous and scared at this point, as though she could see from the other side of the screen to me sitting here with my hard dick sliding in and out of my fist. But the thought excites me as well; I wanted her to watch me jerk off, I wanted her to see that she was getting me off.
{my dick is so hard baby}
{do u have ur panties off?}
I would do that, change the fantasy. Picturing her sitting somewhere at a desk, the glow of her computer screen lighting her face, her legs spread open as her hand teased at her clit, getting me even harder, making her more real. She would tell me that she was really masturbating as she sat there chatting, that she would read the emails I sent her while fingering herself. I let myself believe her completely, thinking that if I was here doing it, then it was a good chance she might be too.
{yea. i'm sitting here just in my tshirt}
{i was thinking about u last nite when i went to bed}
{thinking about how wet u make me}
{i wish u were here with me now}
I wanted to be with her too, more than anything lately. I know there's no chance of this, but I prefer thinking of her than of other girls I see at the bars or anywhere, or even of my own girlfriend sometimes. I wanted her so badly; my cock aches for her. My entire body aches for her, wishing to make her real.
