That's my name!
she had written. It was the first thing she'd written after 3 games of Words with Friends with this stranger, but seeing VIOLA on the board was a surprise, and worse, he'd gotten 24 points from it.
I know -- I almost missed that word :P
he had replied. Kind of a cheesy line, but worth a chuckle. Fortunately for her, it was only three turns later that she got to return the favor.
Nice name -- thanks for the points!
Was the message, sent alongside the extension -TED, creating VIOLATED for 42 points. Ted smirked, and wrote back without making a move-
Yeah, now the board shows how I feel
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* * * * *
That was 3 months ago. They'd started talking in the game chat, about innocent things at first -- introductions, jobs, enough to consider each other acquaintances. Soon they switched to another messenger program and got to talking about past relationships. Ted had been in a long-term relationship which was most of his history, Viola had been with a few guys and, feeling comfortable enough on this particular day, shared a few stories that definitively pushed them into being friends -- Ted new things about her now that many of her friends she saw daily didn't know. Talking became flirting, with her sending a selfie and him admiring her shirt, or Ted's kind words of support bolstering Viola's confidence before a big meeting at work.
They had their own world, their own in-jokes, their own understanding of one another. One night, Ted a couple glasses of wine in, their flirting got to be explicit -- sexual preferences, fantasies, no topic seemed off limit. They found each other matching their desires -- was it their true fantasies, or were they crafting them to convince themselves that what they felt happening was a good idea? For Ted, it was real, and this girl seemed to be into, or at least open to, some of his wilder fantasies. Drunk on excitement and/or wine, they decided to meet --they didn't live too far away from one another, so they laid out a plan -- the following Saturday, he would take the train to her city. She would meet him there, and they'd continue on to another city, one where they didn't know anybody, and they could make their little world their entire focus. Two nights in a hotel -- they were not going to leave.
* * * * *
The day came, and Ted was nervous as hell. He chose what he wore carefully -- as a bigger guy, he did not want to come across as a slob. Some nice jeans, a polo shirt -- something casual but that he thought brought out some of his better features.
Constantly checking his phone as the train pulled into Viola's station, he messaged her that he was in the last car. His stomach in his throat, he watched the door, and after what seemed to be an endless stream of randos, there she was. Shorter than him, but not notably "short," her dark hair framed a pretty face, glasses highlighting soft brown eyes that shone when she saw him. She had mentioned that her boobs were big, but he now saw her body in its entirety for the first time, and his cock jumped a little. Her tits were large and fit nicely on her small frame. Her ass was similarly round -- feminine and healthy but still fit. She sat next to him, smiling shyly.
"Hi."
"Hey." He replied, and they sat for a few minutes in silence as the train rumbled on, unsure what was going to come next. Finally, Ted put his arm around her shoulders, gently, and encouraged her to lean on him as he leaned against the window. Feeling her body, her weight, her warmth -- it was everything he had hoped for and more. Shifting his weight slightly so that they were better aligned, he ran his fingers over hers, and they sat on the train for the next 40 minutes her leaning back on him, silent and anxious for what they both knew would happen next.
Their hotel was conveniently next to the train station, and the uninterested clerk at the desk sent them up to room 145 within two minutes of their arrival. They put their bags down, looked at each other -- and it clicked. They knew it. It was happening.
A firm embrace, a kiss, a longer kiss -- now making out, her glasses pushed on his cheek slightly, but she looked so damn cute in them, he didn't mind at all. He pulled her onto the bed, on top of him, and playfully gave her a spank as they kissed, her body pressed down onto his and for the first time, she felt his cock's swollen head through his pants. He placed a finger under her chin as their lips pulled apart for the first time in minutes.
"Take off your shirt. Let me see these magnificent tits."
Biting her lip, she obliged, her arms crossed to grab the bottom of her shirt and extending as she lifted it over her head. She was proud of them, and knew he liked them. She had picked out a special bra for the day, maroon and a little lacy. As her shirt rose, so did Ted's eyes, on her stomach, her ribs, and then those tits -- he reached up, ran a finger around them, and as Viola's shirt finally was flung to the side, he put them both in his hands and squeezed -- firm, but not wanting to inflict any pain. Only to show how much he had dreamed about this moment. She had loved teasing him with pictures of her wearing low-cut shirts, but now, now they were in his hands. His to caress, to hold, to explore. He pushed them together to create that familiar sight of cleavage, the one he'd jerked off to several times by now. And then, he pulled her back down onto him, kissing her harder, and reached behind to unhook her bra with his left hand, while his right grabbed onto her ass.
As Viola felt her bra undone, she sat up, straddling Ted, removing it from her arms and then half-jokingly threw her hand up across her chest, offering minimal coverage of her newly free tits. "Don't I get to see your chest?" she asked coyly.
