I want this girl. We've been texting for several weeks now, and I feel it's time to either move forward or stop all together. I just don't see the point of us lying in separate beds, masturbating ourselves while we text dirty messages to each other. So I decide to do something about it.
It's one o'clock in the morning. I'm lying naked in my bed, with my mobile in one hand and my cock in the other. I've just described how hard I am, and what I'm doing with it (currently I'm teasing her pussy with it, but really I'm in my own bed just wishing I was). Man, this is so frustrating! I know she only lives round the corner, but I don't know her address, or if she'd want me round. Why wouldn't she? This is stupid! My phone buzzes. I laugh a little in my head, thinking she could make good use of that if she shoved it up her fanny, but it would cost me a lot of money in text messages to make her cum!
"I push u onto ur back, and slowly, oh so slowly, lower myself onto u. Ur dick spreads my lips, and I wrap my pussy rnd ur shaft. I begin a slow back and forth motion, and u gasp at how good it feels." I grip my dick tighter, and give a few strokes up and down, while I read this latest message. My turn to reply. Fuck this!
"What's ur address?" I ask. Plain and simple. If she wants me over, she'll give it, otherwise we can carry on. Then it hits me that if she doesn't want me round, I may have just killed the evening. But then, it's not really a proper evening, is it? Sure it's fun, but it could be so much more fun if we're together. I stroke myself a little more, reflecting on the messages I got earlier, imagining her lying in her bed, on her back, with her right hand in the air, her head tilted to one side to read her phone, and her left hand between her spread legs, the sheets at the bottom of the bed. Her fingers are circling her clit, while her middle and index fingers occasionally dart into her pussy, to moisten her lips.
"18 Whiterock Avenue. I'll be waiting for you." This is all the encouragement I need. I jump out of bed, grab some clothes and race out to the car. It's cold outside, and I've still got a stiffy, but the cool air soon sorts that out.
Within five minutes I'm at her house. I pull into the drive and stop the engine. The living room light is on. I know she lives alone, so I'm not worried about waking anyone up. I get out of the car and walk to the door, my mind racing with thoughts, my heart pounding through my chest with excitement. We're really going to do this! Aren't We? What if I took too long to get round? She might be bored, or she's changed her mind! Or what if when she opens the door we both feel too awkward to carry on?
I get to the door, and she opens it. She is wearing a duvet, wrapped around her shoulders. Her red hair is a little shaggy from bed, but she's clearly had a go at brushing it just before I arrived. She has beautiful big, blue eyes, with long lashes that only make her eyes look bigger, and thick pouty lips, currently in the shape of a kind, yet not overbearing, smile. I look down and I can see her cute little toes pointing out of the bottom of the duvet. She's trying to look tired, drooping her eyelids ever so slightly, but I know she's as nervous as I am! Her hips are swaying to some unheard music, and her feet are shuffling back and forth. Part of me feels bad at making her nervous, and I want to hold and say, "don't worry, there's nothing to be nervous about", and part of me thinks good, at least I'm not the only one who's nervous!
"Hello, Susan," I say, trying to sound casual. I didn't just lick your pussy by text message half an hour ago.
"Hi, Joshua," Susan replies, and then giggles, causing me to giggle too. I'm still standing outside. "Did you find the place alright?"
"Yeah, it only took me a few minutes to get round."
"I noticed. You came in record time. Let's hope you won't again tonight!"
I blush at this innuendo. What a tease. She takes a step back, and I walk in. I close the door behind me, because her hands are full with the duvet. In my head I've already undressed her and discovered every curve, mark, dimple, crease, freckle, mole and scar she has, I've felt the softness of her skin and tasted her lips. I could turn around and go home now, because in my head I've already done it all. There's nothing left, my work here is done. Oh, except for the fact that I haven't even touched her yet.
My palms are sweating, and my heart is still pounding. We're really going to do this. Susan takes another step back, and I follow her. All the time we're looking into each others' eyes. She stops, and I am so close to her now. I can feel the breath from her mouth on my lips, but I can't take my eyes off hers. We look at each other for what seems like a thousand years, neither of us sure how to proceed. This is very different to texting. After tonight I might throw my mobile under a steam roller, just as punishment for even trying to pretend to be as good as the real thing!
I start to think logically. Okay, she can't do anything because she's holding the duvet, and we've got to follow some kind of protocol, right? She can't just drop the duvet without any kind of physical contact first, that would be like passing your driving test and getting an Aston Martin. Yeah, some people might do that, but I'm not one of them. So it's up to me. I have to take charge. I have to initiate contact.
Susan stands on her tip toes and kisses me lightly on the lips. I'm stunned. Not because it was insanely wonderful, it was virtually a peck, but because I was supposed to do it to her! She wasn't following the rules. My confusion must register wit her, because again she smiles at me, this time a reassuring smile. I decide to myself that there is a time and a place for inner monologues, and standing by the front door in the living room of a beautiful woman who is wrapped only (I assume) in a duvet is not it.
