This is my fist attempt at writing a erotic story.. please let me know what you think. This is all a true story of me and my one and only true love.
I still remember the first time I saw his picture on the internet. I knew I had to have him. Then a few days later he sent me an email, said he would like to get to know me.
His name was Scott, worked at one of the local stores. We had a lot of the same likes and dislikes... however, I was scared to meet someone off the internet. We decided to get to know each other on the net, but after talking for just a month I really wanted to meet him in person.
As soon as I signed on that day he messaged me. We chatted for a while then he invited me to go to the local track to watch his brother race. This would be our first time meeting so I was scared and unsure. I told him I might and I would call him if I decided to go.
I took a long shower and thought about it. After I got out of the shower and got dressed and everything I really liked the way I looked. I grabbed the phone and gave myself a once over and dialed his number.
"Hello?" Scott answered.
"Hey it's Kelly. Just wondering if I could still take you up on that offer?" I asked
"Yeah of course. But it is starting soon so I would have to come and get you right now." he replied.
"Okay, you wanna meet me at the school on the corner in like 20 minutes?"
"Yeah, I will see you there."
He was even better looking in person. That man had the sexiest smile I had ever seen.
"Hey, I gotta stop and get smokes, you need anything?" he asked.
"Yeah, I gotta get myself some too." I replied
He pulled into the parking lot and we both walked up to the store. When we got back in his truck he went to start it but it would turn over. He tried to start it a few more times before he looked over to me.
"I feel so stupid right now." he said.
I smiled, "Its ok, don't worry about impressing me on how nice your ride is... I don't even have one."
We climbed out of the truck and looked under the hood. He said he was pretty sure that he knew what it was but wanted to call a buddy for a second opinion. Scott and I sat on the curb waiting for about an hour just talking. Everything went smooth, like we had known each other for ever.
His friend finally showed up and we decided to try and push start it and get to his friends house to the starter. We ended up spending about three hours there just working on his truck. I fit in well with friends and got a long with everyone.
Since we obviously didn't make it to the track we decided to go do some drinking at another one of his friends houses. We hung out there for a while then went to his house right down the street to sober up before he could take me home. We were sitting on his couch talking and getting to know eachother more.
We had been drinking all night so I wasn't surprised when he said he didn't think he was going to be sober anytime soon to be taking me home.