As usual, I was up late at night surfing the web. Several drinks and a multitude of internet porn had made me very horny. I started to browse through the member directory hoping to find someone interesting to talk to. I live in a college town and decided to search for a local girl. Maybe this night, unlike all the others, I would have a little luck.
The results were better than usual and I started an IM conversation with a 22-year-old coed just across town. Her name was Alicia and like me, she was bored to death. Even in an exciting college atmosphere, things can get very slow after 2am on a Wednesday. So we started chatting and by all her smiley faces and lolās, I could tell I was making some progress. At first we just made friendly conversation about our hobbies and lives. We told each other stories and learned a little more about each other. As it turns out, we had a lot in common and got along quite well. Our chat got a little flirty after a while and we began to talk about fun and sexy topics. Neither of us had pics, so she asked me what I looked like. I gave my standard response, āIām 5ā10, 180. medium build, short brown hair, dark eyes, trimmed beard, smug grin⦠just your average college guy, but I make up for it with my charm and wit.ā She lolād and complimented me, saying that I āsoundedā very cute. I thanked her and told her she was sweet to say so. I didnāt ask her what she looked like, though. I rarely do this. Seriously, I am much more concerned about who someone is than what they look like.
We continued to flirt some more and almost an hour went by before she started to complain of eyestrain. I didnāt want to seem pushy, even though I was getting very interested in her, so I asked he if she wanted me to let her go. I was pleasantly surprised when she asked me if Iād like to continue our talk on the phone. I jumped at the chance and she asked for my number. I sent it and we both signed off. Just a few seconds after I flopped down on my bed, the phone rang and I snatched it up.
āHey you.ā
She had a cute, giggly voice and we didnāt skip a beat from our internet talk. We continued to flirt and I was using my best lines. I have a soft, deep voice and was doing my best to tempt her. I knew it was working when she brought up the topic of sexual positions. I mentioned doggy-style and was rewarded by a soft, sexy moan vibrating from the phone. I couldnāt help but grin and continue to tease her. I abandoned any inhibitions and began to outline a fantasy for her. I told her how excited I was and she assured me that she was, too.
āIām laying here in my bed, naked,ā she told me. āYouāre really turning me on and Iām feeling more than a little wet.ā
āOh sexy, that sounds so good to me. Youāre driving me crazy.ā
She moaned a thanks and asked me what I would do to her if I was there. Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to go for it all.
āWell, I could tell you⦠or I could show you.ā I whispered to her with a slight chuckle. I was greeted with a long moan and a rustling of sheets coming through the phone.
āCome on over, I need you now.ā HOME RUN!!!!! I quickly agreed and got her apartment number and told her Iād be there in ten minutes. Hanging up, I pulled on some clothes, checked myself in the mirror, popped a breath mint and headed out. It only took me five minutes to drive down the road to her complex and find her place. I kept having to adjust my pants as I walked up the stairs to her door. I was hard and throbbing and my mind was spinning with anticipation.
I knocked on her door and before I could even step back, it swung open and there she was. Forget home run, I just hit a grand slam. Alicia was absolutely beautiful. I knew there was a girl out there somewhere who fit the bill as my ideal girl. She was 5ā5 (I like them a little shorter than me) with long gorgeous brown hair (I love brunettes) and sexy green eyes. My tastes have always run to the curvier type of girl and Alicia was that too. She was wearing a cute little t-shirt ( it looked powder blue in the dim light) that was pulled tight over her braless breasts and pink boyshorts (isnāt that what those little panties are called?) that caressed her wide hips and soft round ass (back that thing up, ladies!). My eyes slid down her body and my jaw dropped. She had tan, muscular legs (oh yesss) and her silver toenail polish seemed to glitter in the night. I was glad I didnāt ask her for a description earlier. I simply would not have believed a girl that sweet, funny, and cool would be as sexy outside as she was inside.
She smiled up at me and I stepped in and tried to act as cool as possible. I leaned against the door jam and grinned at her. I think we communicated more in the next five seconds of silence then we had in the past two hours of talking; just standing there in the open door, grinning like sharks.
āI thought you were naked?ā
āI was, but I didnāt want to deprive you of the pleasure of ripping my clothes off,ā she replied. āComing in?ā She giggled as she stood back and twirled a lock of her hair around her finger.
āAbso-fucking-lutely.ā I chuckled and kicked the door shut behind me. Slipping off my jacket, I moved closer to her. Without another word, with silent agreement, with passion and desire, I took her in my arms. My hands cupped her face and lifted her chin. She moaned softly as our lips touched. Her hair tickled my face as we continued to kiss. Her lips were so soft and her mouth opened slightly. Our tongues darted back and forth, teasing and playing with each other. It was the best kiss Iād ever had. One hand caressed the back of her neck, holding her close to me and my other hand slid down her side. My fingers traced along her warm smooth skin, feeling the exposed flesh just below her t-shirt. The feeling of her full breasts pressing against my chest was unbelievable.
She gasped softly as I broke the kiss and turned her head slightly. I lowered my lips to her cheek and kissed her blushing face softly and then moved down to her lovely neck. Damn, she even smelled good (I love vanilla.. mmmm). I flicked my tongue against her earlobe and slowly licked down her neck. Going up and down slowly, teasingly, she let out another series of sexy gasps and I felt her hands tighten in my hair.