I don't even want to tell you how I met him. It's actually kind of embarrassing how it all happened. But imagine for me for a second, that you expect something wonderful to happen. You long for it so badly that you can taste it, and then all at once you are faced with the reality that is doesn't actually even exist? Well that's what happened to me. But in this case, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
I'd been talking to him for months -- Lawrence. He had sent an e-mail to the station I work at. He wrote that he had important news information to share, but would only tell it to a certain reporter - namely me. I was surprised he'd asked for me - I was only twenty-four and we had many more experienced reporters. My assignment editor, not being one to risk missing a good story, gave him my e-mail address. But as it turned out, the only story Lawrence had for me was that he was in love.
He said that since he was a lawyer, and twenty-eight, youngest at his firm, he often had to work long hours, and he anticipation of seeing my shining blonde hair and flawless features on his screen kept him going all day long. What started as flattery, quickly turned into friendship and interest, then to desire and longing. We exchanged e-mails constantly, and then I gave him my phone number.
It became a system: every night at 11 o'clock I could expect his call. I thought his boyish, slightly accented voice was the sexiest I've ever heard. Lawrence would tell me his fantasies, everything he wanted to do to my body and everything he needed me to do to his. I'd lie in my bed with my panties soaked, my fingers wandering down to my yearning clit, just listening to the sound of his voice as he told me he had to stroke his cock as he watched me on TV. We would masturbate together like that every night. I knew I was becoming sexually obsessed with this man. Soon, I decided I'd had enough. I gave him the address to my apartment. As much as I'd be warned about fans, I knew I had to meet this man. We had to fuck. This could be it for me, this lonely lawyer. This could be the man of my dreams.
But when I opened my door, he was something else entirely. It was Lawrence all right...the voice I would know in my sleep. He was tall as he'd described himself, but he wasn't a lawyer and he defiantly wasn't twenty-eight. His short spiky hair was as bleached as a Back Street Boy and by the look of his arms, I just knew that his skinny body was nearly hairless under his t-shirt and baggy jeans. I looked up from his body back to his face, the sweetest face I could imagine. Though the lust in his shining hazel eyes had anything but sweetness for me. But with it was a question.
"Its ok," I said.
It was Lawrence either way, the one I was wet for and that one I knew I had to have. I didn't even hesitate. I touched his face, and he smiled at me. I slid my hands around the back of his neck and beginning kissing all over his adorable face. I ran my tongue over his ear and began to bite softly on his earlobe. Lawrence moaned.
"Let me taste your mouth," he said.
And with his hands in my silky hair, he pulled my lips against his. I felt an instant tingle down in my pussy when his mouth touched mine, and I felt his tongue trace my lower lip, trying to get inside.
"Open..." he pleaded against my lips.
Teasing him, I kept my mouth tightly closed as I rubbed my lower body against the erection I could feel through his pants.
"What's that?" I asked him with a little smile. Lawrence blushed. I couldn't wait any longer. My lips parted and my mouth was instantly invaded by his hot tongue. He stroked the inside of my mouth with his tongue the way I imagined he would stroke my body with his cock. I could feel him getting even harder, as I ground myself against his body, trying to get my swollen pussy closer to what it wanted.
I pulled him down onto my couch on top of me, our mouths still locked together. I wrapped my legs around his body, and pushed up against him with a little whimper. Lawrence looked into my eyes.
"Do you really want me?" he asked. The surprise and uncertainty oh his face only made me want him more. I didn't answer him, but instead slid my hands into his shirt so I could feel his warm soft skin. I slipped one hand down the back of his boxers and pushed on his ass so his cock rubbed even harder against my skirt.
I think he was getting the idea. Lawrence stopped kissing me for a second and pulled off first his shirt, and then mine. When he laid back down on me, the feel of his skin against mine was too much. I moaned again, bucked up against his cock. We began to dry-fuck roughly, and I could feel my pussy juices begin to soak through my panties. In the next minute, my bra was on the floor and Lawrence stopped, staring at my tits. He took them gently in his hands and began to rub and gently pinch my little pink nipples until I was almost crying from the pleasure.
