Words scrolling across a screen, that is how I first interacted with him. What a first encounter. He was DarkThoughts, and I was my usual MnM. On screen teasing started out of boredom, and soon the private messages were flying, then the typical "u wanna take this somewhere else?"
I was bored, and it had been too long since I'd let a man touch me, so I thought, why not. I'd never tried the cyber thing, and hell, it was a lot safer than picking up someone in a bar for just some hot fling. "Sure, where do you want me?" was my reply. Boy did that get it started, once we'd found a secluded nook of the net for ourselves.
"Are you a tease?" the words came flashing red, and I smiled, of course I was.
"Yes, but sometimes a tease can please."
"You sure about that."
"I think I am."
"What do you look like."
"Blonde, brown. tall, big chested thick thighed, I'm no tiny lil miss, if thats what you wanna know, but I'm comfortable with me, and I get more than enough male attention, when I want it."
"Sounds nice to me. Big chested, are you?"
"LOL, seems all men notice that, and yeah, I happen to wear a 38DDD. So what?"
"So, god would i like to see that."
"Be a good boy, and you just might."
The witty banter continued, and things with sexual meanings ran rampant, but we were enjoying each others wit too much to actually do what I thought we'd went there for. Besides, I found myself getting turned on by just talking about all things sensual with him. It was a nice kind of slow buzz, even if I knew nothing would come of the nice feeling gathering between my thighs. He claimed to be taller than myself, and a kind of stocky build with brown hair and blue eyes. I was always a sucker for blue eyed boys, and the conversation was no holds barred. Dislikes, likes we covered it all. When it was past time for me to go, one last message flickered across my screen. "I want to talk to you again. Do this again." I concurred and went to bed, where my dreams were awash in fantasies that were fragmented, but pleasing.
Off and on for weeks we talked, it was freeing, saying what you meant and not worrying about offending someone. Until it happened that we'd both be at the same area at the same time. The hesitant, “do you want to meet?” It was a hard question to answer, and my bravado got the better of me, and I said "Sure, if you have the nerve, I do too."
So it was arranged, there was a hangout there that was fairly crowded, and the time was agreed upon. He said he'd wear a blue ball cap, and I said good then, I'll find you. We'd never really got around to exchanging pictures, and it was a thrill, having never seen him. This stranger whose words across a screen had more than once had me wishing for some real life company to play with in more ways than one and I was going to meet him.
The day rolled around, and I was on a nervous high. It was worse than high school. I did my makeup, put in my earrings, and pulled my hair back. I decided on nothing more than the usual, jeans would be just fine. I am just what I am after all, though, I did pick a top that showed off my chest, just because it was an ego boost. Jeans and boots, and I was ready to roll.
The place was a tiny little joint. Just the kind of place I was used to, not some big crashing college town club. But it was pretty crowded, so I picked my way to the bar, and had a seat, scanning the crowd. I spotted two bright blue caps, and blushed to myself for being so anxious. I couldn't tell much about the guys wearing them, but as the crowd shifted, one came into view. Nope, no way. That wasn't Derrick. I twisted, and ordered another drink, hoping the other would come into view, but uncertain I'd even have the nerve to speak. After the drink a tall blonde guy got me on the floor for a slow song, he pressed against me, and I had to admit, it felt good. But after the dance, I stayed on the floor for some bump and grind hip hop, finding a clique of people to just jam next too.
I felt someone come up behind, but never turned my head until someone’s hands were on my hips, and pulling me back into a solid body. I tilted my head, and saw the blue cap. I scanned the guy, yeah, pretty blue eyes, and that tattoo, this was Derrick. I wondered if he had a clue who it was he was grinding on. I thought not, and just eased back into him, enjoying the song, and the dance. The song over, I turned to face him, smiled shyly and said "thanks" before heading back to the bar. Once there, I ordered a double and had a miniature crisis I hoped no one could see.
Damn, but he was nice. And, and I'd lost my nerve. I downed the shot, and was setting the glass down when someone slid onto the seat next to me.
"Bad night, is it?"
"Yeah." I stammered, turning to look at none other than Derrick, it had to be him!
"Me too, so don't feel bad."
"Oh?" I felt like my voice had abandoned me.
"Yeah, was supposed to have met a girl here, but I suppose she's a no show, and she sounded so damn great too! That's my luck." He ordered a drink, and then turned my way. He looked me over and I tipped my head up refusing to be shy over his appraisal.
"What you drinking?" He smiled and nodded to the cup in my hand.
"Bacardi."
"Get her another of those, too." He told the bartender, and smiled at me.
"So she chickened?"
"I guess, or something came up." He shrugged it off.
"Really, too bad."
"Yeah." He nodded and sipped his drink.
