I met Annie through our mutual friend Kevin.
Kev, as I called him, was my best friend since college. He first met Annie after moving out of our apartment in Boston, to be closer to his fiancé, Beverly who lived in L.A.
I had recently broken off a long-term relationship, and with my best friend moving across the country, I was definitely feeling alone. I started receding deeper into a depression each day. Emotionally, I knew I wasn't ready to jump into any kind of relationship, particularly one that was long distance. But Kev and Bev, assured me this girl was worth it.
Annie and I were both invited to the wedding, but that was still several months away. Bev insisted on connecting us before. "She's the kind of girl you were meant to be with, Derick. Nothing like Janice. Annie's smart, engaging, and beautiful." After hearing more details, I had a hard time saying no. The clincher was seeing a picture of her.
In the picture Annie was standing on a beach at sunset, wearing a white bikini top and and a short, but modest jean skirt. I was completely smitten.
Annie's dirty blonde hair fell in cascading strands around her face and complimented her sun-kissed skin. Her smile alone was stunning, with full, pouty lips and crystal blue eyes that crinkled up and seemed to smile too. I learned that she had played soccer in high school and college, and her body reflected that. She was on the shorter side, just shy of 5'3" to my 6'. I'm a legs and ass man, and her's were perfect. Thighs that looked muscular enough to grab onto, and she filled her skirt out nicely.
If anything, I felt like she was way out of my league. But persistence won, and Kev sent an email introducing us.
Once we got past the awkwardness and absurdity of being setup, our connection felt incredibly natural. Over a matter of days, we learned a lot about each other: likes and dislikes, past relationships, family history, and yes, sexual preferences.
She was the proverbial "girl next door". Growing up in a traditional family, in a small town in Pennsylvania, surrounded by farmland. She had decided to move to the West Coast after college, partly for the new experience, and partly to escape a high-school ex who had never moved on from her -- or the small town. I found out we worked in similar fields. I was a freelance graphic designer working in marketing, and she worked in communications for a small agency. We also learned that, among other things, we both loved the beach.
Once a day emails quickly turned into hourly texts, which turned into long phone calls, which turned into video calls. Each interaction was dripping with the delicious excitement of a fresh new relationship: that mix of an instant connection with a relative stranger, and the anxious energy of sexual anticipation.
With the three hour time difference, our phone calls would go late into the night. Often, I'd fall asleep to the sound of her voice, which Annie said was endearing. During one particularly memorable call, a week or two after our first email, Annie reluctantly admitted to me that she "loves to suck cock". She had hesitated to tell me this because she thought it would make her "sound slutty".
It did. It also really turned me on. Hearing her say the word "cock", revealed a whole new side of her that felt very unlike the exterior she, or our friends, had presented earlier.
"I can't believe I just said that!" she said. I could sense she was blushing. "Is that bad? Does that make you think less of me?"
"Um... I can't believe you said that either," I replied. She held her breath. "Honestly, though, that's really hot." I was torn between feeling turned on and jealously curious about how she learned this about herself.
She lowered her voice, almost to a whisper. "I'm sorry, I just really want to suck your cock right now. Is that bad?"
There it was again. My heart raced. My stomach flipped. My dick got harder. "No. Definitely not bad. I'd really like that right now," I groaned.
What proceeded was at least twenty-five minutes of deep breathing, muffled whimpers, and brief descriptions of what we were doing to ourselves and wishing the other person was doing it instead, punctuated by "oh god", "fuck", and "yes", culminating in both of us exclaiming how much we loved hearing those words, and finally, sharing a very gratifying and unifying moment of total release. This was followed by the deepest and most relaxing sleep I had ever experienced.
The next morning, I woke up to find that my phone, having never hung up, had died overnight, and my sheets were a mess. But I was well-rested, and happier than I had been in a long time.
That was the first time we had done anything like that. And from that moment on, we would end most of our nights together, either on the phone or video call. She was a "freak in the sheets". Sweet and innocent with the world, but secretly slutty for me.
Our worlds suddenly completely orbited each other.
During the day, I'd get flirty text messages. Sometimes, in the mornings, I'd get a pic to show what she was wearing to work -- a cute dress, or a cardigan with dress pants -- followed by a pic of what was underneath -- bent over, dress pulled up over her ass, with a thong being swallowed between her cheeks; or the cardigan almost completely unbuttoned, her tank top underneath pulled down showing her pert breasts and small, hard nipples.
This girl absolutely had me.
Within the month, we were checking in with each other before and after going out with coworkers or friends. We'd email in between work meetings, text and talk during our lunch breaks, commutes, and grocery trips. Every evening, and throughout the weekends we'd talk and watch each other. We made ourselves cum to the sounds and visuals of the other person touching themselves, and the descriptions of what we wished we could do to the other.
