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NOTE: This story was originally published as Erotic Audio. The audio file has been lost. If the author would like to resubmit the audio file, we will be happy to attach it to this story.
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I was first introduced to online chat, IRC, by a friend of mine. At that time, I was, as always, like a curious little cat – wanting to know what is the fascination that made a number of my friends addicted to online chatting. I got to know Pete who was a graduate student doing his masters in engineering. Pete was just like a scientist and was curious to know more about the female anatomy, or rather a particular part of the female anatomy. I've always been an open-minded person and answered his intimate questions with a professional, clinical manner, much like a doctor of sorts. We never had cyber sex because he was more curious about the inner workings of the woman's reproductive system, wanting to know how orgasms came about and how it felt, and he was pleased to be able to speak with a woman who is open and frank enough to answer all of his curiosities.
It was nearing Christmas when Pete asked me if I've ever tried to use a vibrator. I told him that I've heard of it, but never dared to venture into the sex shops to purchase one for myself. Feeling naughty, I jokingly said, "I've been a very good girl this year. Will Santa give me my presents?" Pete replied, "And what does my good little girl want? Santa will give them to you." I paused for a while, looking back at the words on the monitor. My mind was saying that Pete won't actually get whatever I asked anyway since it's not likely that we'll ever meet in person. So I jokingly typed, "I want two presents, if that's not too much to ask for. First, I want a vibrator, and second, I want that milk that Santa has mentioned about previously."
I could 'hear' Pete gulping for air on the other end of the online chat world as he saw my Christmas wish list. 'Milk' referred to the time when Pete had asked if I've ever seen or tasted a man's cum – and I told him that I have not in real. Then Pete replied back and said, "Yes, Santa will give you your presents. Just wait for Santa's call." I stared back at the words on the monitor. Pete won't actually do it will he? Buy me a vibrator, and let me see and taste his cum? He didn't even have my phone number to call me. I felt certain that Santa won't know how to come to me to give me my presents. We continued to chat as often as usual and he never mentioned my Christmas presents anymore. So I thought that it was over and that he knew that I was just joking.
I was wrong. He knew which hall I was staying in, so one night, one of my hall mates knocked on my door and said that I had a phone call. I was curious who would have called me because my family members have my mobile number and would not have called me through the hall's common phone. I picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" A male's voice replied, "Hi, This is Pete! Are you free tonight?" I was so shocked that he actually called! I recovered myself and said, "Yes, I'm free tonight. Why?" "Well, Santa has got something for you," Pete replied and I could hear his nervousness and shy smile. "Can I pick you up in an hour's time?" Pete asked. My mind was racing, should I or shouldn't I? The naughty part of me took control and said, "Why not? You did ask him and he did went through the trouble. What could possibly go wrong?" So I agreed to meet up with him. Of course, things could go wrong, but my instincts seem to tell me that Pete is really a decent man and won't harm me in any way.
When I first met Pete, he was really as I imagined him. Tall and studious looking, geeky but in the cute way. Entering the car, he handed me my first present. He even went through the trouble of gift-wrapping it! I opened it up and took out the vibrator and just stared at it. Pete said that he didn't want to get something that is too big nor too small so he thought that this might suit me. We went to the coast, got out of the car and just sat at the water break and chatted about anything and everything. He was a gentleman and didn't even try to hold my hand or kiss me.