It had been a while since the last time I saw Bella. I really didn't know what was going on with her, honestly. Well, I had an idea what it was, but she knew my deal and really, aside from some amazing sex, we had nothing in common. I couldn't have a conversation with her to save my life. But the way she sucked my dick, well, it more than made up for lack of dialog when we spent time together. Perhaps that was starting to wear on her. I really couldn't say. All I knew for certain was that I called her a little over a week ago and hadn't heard from her since.
A man can't live on internet porn and waiting for sex, even if the sex is amazing. So I started to be a little more aggressive in my daily interactions around town. I was horny and it was starting to show. I wasn't horny enough to hit up the bars, but I was horny, so I started hanging out more in the coffee shop downtown. It was far enough from the house to prevent me from running into neighbors and there were always hot women downtown.
It was while sitting there that I heard them talking about Craigslist. I knew you could buy shit on CL, but I hadn't spent much time there. The two girls at the table next to me were talking in hushed tones about using CL to hook up. So I decided a break from writing was in order and pointed my browser there and looked around.
Wanting to test the waters, I shot out a few responses. I most certainly wasn't going to send my pic, but I did think a clever little email that would give a little info about me and ask to hear more about them would suffice. After sending off a few responses, I grabbed my laptop and books and headed home.
In the 15 minutes it took to get home, I already had responses. The first three emails I sent out resulted in spam invitations to some web-dating site. It was kind of hard to track who responded to what the way CL worked it's posts. When you post there, the system assigns you an anonymous email forwarding address so the world doesn't get your secret identity. I quickly figured out that by looking in the body of the response, I could see my original email and the address assigned to it. I needed a tracking system, just to know which ones I'd responded to, and was thinking about that when I got my first reply from a human being.
Her name was Twila and her post was short and sweet. It said "im looking for a great time nsa. i like my men cleaned up and toned. im 5'7, 125 pounds with dirty blonde hair normally, but it's black today. im a b cup, so if that's what your looking for, im not it. im just looking for a one night stand. not looking for a relationship or a guy who is going to call after the night of fun to talk or hang out. tell me a little about you and send a pic. replies with no pic and only one line will be deleted."
I shot off a quick email. It read simply, "No one liner here, but I'm not including a pic either. I will, however, tell you a little about me. I'm 6'5, 260, short dark hair, an amazing smile, and I'd love to talk more. Shoot me something real and we can go form there... I might even throw in a pic."
Her response was short. She asked my age and what part of town I lived in. I shot one back then asked if she found anyone yet. She replied quickly, it seemed like less than a minute. All she asked was if I had a pic, so I sent her one and asked for a pic of her in return.
Again, in less than a minute, I had a response with a picture of her. Like her other emails, this was short and sweet. It simply said, "im gonna go to the downtown starbucks on division. ill be there in 30 minutes and will wait 10. walk in, get a cup of coffee, and ill have a table. ill be watching you. if im still sitting there when you are done getting your coffee, im interested and if you come over ill tell you what to do from there. if not, better luck next time. dont waste my time."
I had to think. The Starbucks was 10 minutes away. I quickly stripped and hopped in the shower, soaped up my cock and washed it the good way, washed the rest of me, then made a mad dash for Starbucks. She was sitting at a table by the door and looked just like her picture. I looked at her, made eye contact, and got in line for my coffee. For good measure, I didn't look back.
After the barista gave me my coffee, I turned around and she was still sitting there. I got a better look at her. She was cute. Not in a jaw dropping way, but kind of in a "take me seriously now that I'm an adult indy way". It was more attitude, I think, than anything.
As I got closer, she sized me up then stood up herself.
"So is that your Tahoe out there," she asked, looking at my SUV.
"Yeah," I responded, wondering what she was thinking.
"Let's go," she said, heading for the door. Once outside, she said, "I'm in the blue Prius. I'll follow you, but only if you go the speed limit."
"Where do you want me to take you?" I asked. The last few times I'd met women from the internet, it had been from personal ads and there had been interaction. This was strange and new ground for me.