Jenna flicked the on button on her computer and felt a stirring sensation as her screen whirred to life. She dialed up her modem and strummed her desktop with her long fingernails impatiently as she waited for the familiar graphics to fill her screen. One day, she promised herself, she would update her geriatric system and put a stop to this irritating waiting.
Eventually her computer informed her that she was on line and a mechanical voice informed her that she had mail. Jenna didn't care about e-mails. Who would when there was a whole cyber world to explore? Especially when there were millions of people who were willing to chat to her in hundreds of chat rooms, but Jenna wasn't bothered about the hundreds of chat rooms or their several million chatters, she was only interested in one. One chat room, one chatter going by the name of Masterful.
Jenna had come across the chat room by accident. She should have been working on some research for work. She ploughed through tens of websites but none of them seemed to be producing anything of substance. Until she decided to take a break and check out the new phenomenon; chatting online. Personally, she thought that it was sad, talking to complete strangers, faceless ones at that. But anything was better than trying to find out the public response to soft drink adverts.
Moving her mouse towards the Chat Now button, she kept her eyes peeled for her workaholic boss and curious colleagues. Entering her nickname as Virtuality she ventured into the unknown universe. She watched in amazement as her screen filled with words and quips by other chatters and she typed in a tentative hello. It didn't take long before she got caught up in a conversation with several of her "room mates".
From that day onwards, Virtuality made a regular appearance in cyber space. Both at home and at work she regularly interacted with chatters all over the world, every day creating new adventures. Like a little kid in a sweet shop Jenna excitedly picked through the chatters, striking up new conversations and making new friends, until one day when the little kid inside of her discovered a special piece of candy that really tantalized her sweet tooth. He called himself Masterful; Jenna knew nothing about him, except that he was male and approximately the same age as she, or so he said. He was a really smooth operator; his chats were funny and whimsical. Every time Jenna sat down at her desk and logged on to her favorite chat room, she felt her stomach churn and her heart thump hoping that he would be on line.
It was late one June evening, when it happened for the first time. Virtuality and Masterful clicking away on their respective keyboards. Jenna, her eyes glazed with exhaustion thought that she was dreaming when Masterful's next sentence came up on the screen. "I want to kiss your lips and taste your tongue." Jenna sat straight up in her chair, her tiredness forgotten and felt a sudden surge of energy. She felt desire well up inside of her, and her fingers began taking on a life of their own replying to his virtual advances.
Every wicked word was filled with lust; every saucy sentence crammed with electricity. She placed one finger in her mouth and sucked it hard, trailed down towards her breast, and traced a circle around her erect nipple with her soft fingers. She allowed her other hand to creep up her inner thigh towards the moist center of her lust. She fingered her wetness, emitting a passionate moan as she felt her entire body tremor and tense in a delicious climax.
Elsewhere, Masterful was sitting at his PC, not believing that Virtuality would respond to his cyber messages in such a provocative manner. Her words, constructed especially for him, caused a stirring in his groin. He groaned with desire and removed his hardness from within the confines of his jeans and began stroking it, imagining that they were Virtuality's hands. Her fabulously naughty notions became apparent in her messages, "my lips wrapping themselves around your throbbing manhood, my tongue tasting your manliness," and they made him want to release his juices. Picturing her hot red mouth he ejaculated all over his hands and he leant back on his chair with a satisfied sigh and a smile on his face.
Once again Jenna logged on to the net and noted that her lust inducing Masterful was available to take care of the constantly increasing passion oozing from every saucy pore. Her fingers clicked elegantly on the keyboard, her anticipation and excitement mounting with each stroke. Masterful and Virtuality, two faceless, nameless strangers exchanging delectable moments of desire and passion. Having fulfilled her daily dose of cyber lust, Jenna as usual complimented Masterful on his extraordinary performance, but this time, instead of the perfunctory thank you, Masterful responded with an unexpected "how about we do this for real?" Jenna sat back in her chair, mouth agape.
She had never thought as Masterful as a real person, she didn't even know his name; he was just a delightful distraction in her otherwise extremely mundane world. Sitting at her desk, however, Jenna recalled how Masterful described his moves and how they turned her entire being to jelly and thought how much better it would be to actually feel his hands on her breasts, his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, his entire masculinity combining with her erotic femininity. Finally, she responded with a simple "yes".
Jenna sat in the corner café and checked her reflection one more time in her compact mirror. Nervous excitement bubbling at the surface as she waited for Masterful, whose name she now knew was Nick. As she ran a comb through her hair in a desperate attempt to look perfect, she suddenly heard a voice behind her, "Jenna". The voice, so smooth and dripping with passion, like chocolate sauce caused Jenna to jump in her seat as she turned around to face her partner in lust.
