Jenni and Bobbi

My phone went off just before 3:00 in the afternoon; just before 7:00 in the morning in Japan. It was Bobbi's text tone. (I'd given her one earlier in the day, it sounds like Tinkerbell.)

"Hi Garry, has your day been okay so far?"

"Busy as can be. But good. I had fun texting back and forth this morning. I've been thinking about you all day."

"I've looked at the picture you sent me about a hundred times."

I chuckled, writing back, "Seriously?"

"You really look sexy."

"Wow. Thanks." I was smiling.

"I love all the body hair. And, wait. You're at work."

"Yep. Home in about another hour or so." I liked how Bobbi was aware of things like that, different from Jenni, who was off in her own little world.

"OK. Will you text me when you get home?"

"Sure." I was already looking forward to it. I had grown fond of Bobbi, very quickly.

"OK. I'm going to take a long hot bath. Jenni's already gone."

I felt a stirring below my belt. "Privacy."

"Yep. :-)"

I was hoping that maybe I'd get another photo or two during her bath, but I didn't say anything. "Okay. I'll text you."

"I can't wait!"

"Have a nice bath. :-)"

"I will. I'll try not to drop the phone in the bathtub."

I laughed then, "Be careful, okay?"

"I will. Now get back to work. lol!"

"Bye Bobbi."

"Talk in a bit?"

I really liked this cute little brunette. "Yep. I'll text you once I'm home."

"Okay."

I got home and got settled and went to text Bobbi. I guess I had my phone turned to

Do Not Disturb

because I had not noticed the string of texts from Bobbi.

All photos. All naked. Several straight out of what my Dad used to call a "Girlie Magazine."

She did say she'd send more photos in the morning light. Some of them left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

My wish had come true. I texted her. "Wow Bobbi. You could be a model in a magazine."

"You like? :-)"

"Too hot for words."

"You probably think I'm a slut."

I didn't like it when she went there. But I kept my response simple, "Nope. Just sexy."

"Good. That's what I was trying for. I'm kind obsessed with you."

"I can tell. The photos are pretty racy."

"Really? But you like them, right?"

She really did need reassurance. "I do. Your body is gorgeous."

"I'm so glad you think so. I'm really self-conscious about it."

I gave her some additional praise, "You're incredible Bobbi. Super sexy. I'm serious."

"You really mean that, don't you? You keep saying it."

This is when I wished we were in person, or at least talking on the phone.

I wrote, "Okay. I'll tell you a secret. I've always been attracted to petite brunettes. Know anybody that fits the description? :-)"

"You keep saying that."

I smiled, "Shhh! I told you. It's a secret."

"lol! What about a Korean girl with tiny titties?"

I couldn't wait to prove to her just how sexy she was. I hoped that I wouldn't scare her off. I kept forgetting she had zero experience.

I summed it up, "Very sexy. Very pretty. Very playful. Likes airplanes. Any questions?"

"You make me all gooey inside. I wanna come home right now."

If only she knew that I wished she was here too. Right then.

"Plenty of time Bobbi. Enjoy Japan while you're there. You'll be back before you know it."

"I'm kinda nervous to be honest."

That comment didn't surprise me. Well, maybe a little.

"Really? With me?"

"Well, you've had girlfriends and sex and everything. So that makes me nervous, because I don't have any experience at all. With anything."

I tried to reassure her... again. "But we'll make our own experiences Bobbi."

"I know we will. And I love how you say it like you know we'll be together. I'm just feeling insecure. It's that time of month."

I didn't want to, but I sort of threw out the wet blanket. It was something we needed to talk about.

"So, how is this going to work? With Jenni? I guess when you two get back we'll deal with it then."

"Oh God. I don't know." There was a pause. "I'm trying not to think about it, even though I know I have to."

"Yeah. It's weird. But you and I have really hit it off."

"I should never have called you."

That comment made my heart pound. I realized at that instant just how much I had grown to like this little brunette cutie pie. In a very short time.

I quickly wrote, "Now that's just crazy talk Bobbi. Besides, you can't put the genie back in the bottle."

There was a long pause. I waited patiently.

"I feel so guilty. I'm trying to rationalize this, but it comes down to emotions. I can't help how I feel. Jenni has been talking about you every day for months and months. I was getting sick of hearing it to tell you the truth. She kept showing me pictures of you and talking about you. I thought you were so handsome. Then filling in the details about you made you even more handsome. Maybe that sounds silly, but it's the truth. And coupled with the thought of, 'why can't I meet somebody like that?' I decided to text you."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I know that sounds cliché, but it's the truth. "I get it. Same thing with you actually." I hit send but kept typing. "I had already heard lots and lots about you, and then you started showing up in so many photos during this trip. I thought you were so pretty, and your smile was so joyful."

Bobbi wrote back, "So we're blaming this on Jenni? lol!"

I laughed, "Yep. Sounds good. Glad that's settled!"

"You know, I'm not just saying this, but Jenni hasn't mentioned you much since we left for this little side trip."

I figured as much. Jenni was in her own little world. I wrote, "You know, that might actually be a good thing."

"She's obsessed with this studio. It's how she is. New and shiny."

Bobbi nailed it. I agreed, "She does have that aspect to her personality."

"Jenni is weird. I love her like a sister, but she's high maintenance."

"Yeah. I get that."

"Well, she is really sweet. And big boobs. Plus, you did more than just kiss her. She says you nearly made her cum."

I felt a little embarrassed, "In my defense, I haven't been laid in nearly three years."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"How many girlfriends have you had?"

I thought about how to answer. She wanted the truth. "Three. Plus some less serious ones."

"How many women have you had sex with?"

Time to tell all. "Seven. My high school girlfriend, but we didn't have sex much. My college girlfriend. We had lots of sex. Then the one in Palo Alto. That was the most serious. The other four were all when I was in college, and probably between all four I could say I had sex a few times? I don't know, I don't keep track of it like that."

"So, you've had lots of experience."

I told her, "Mostly my college girlfriend and Palo Alto." That was the honest truth.

"You're funny! Palo Alto. What was her name?"

"Audrey. Bad breakup. That's why I haven't been interested in dating. Too much weirdness."

"Sounds like you're still hurt?"

"No. It's been three years. I've moved on. But I wasn't thinking about a girlfriend. That's what makes this whole thing with Jenni so strange."

"Why?"

"We've never been romantic."

"Yea. But she's never even been kissed before you. Plus, the night in the truck."

"That makes sense. The night in the truck got cut short though."

"She's been super horny ever since."

I hoped that night wasn't a mistake. "I kinda guessed that."

"She's wanted a boyfriend for as long as I can remember, even before either of us really knew what that meant."

"What about you? As pretty as you are it just doesn't make sense that you'd never had a boyfriend."

"I kinda did in high school. He wasn't really my boyfriend. We never went on a date. We just hung out at high school and called each other a lot."

The truth, at last! "See? I knew it."

"His parents were so strict. And his Dad was really bigoted. The fact I was Korean was a problem. Tom's Grandpa was killed in the Korean war."

"Oh wow. I mean, I know you're Korean but that's got nothing to with Tom's Grandpa."

"But you don't see the color of my skin or the shape of my eyes. You just see ME."

"I love the color of your skin and the shape of your eyes Bobbi. Matter of fact, I haven't found anything not to like about you."

"Even my barely boobies?"

I was tired of her self-deprecation. I wrote, "Would you just stop with that! Please?"

"I'm super self-conscious about it. Sorry."

"Having a boyfriend will change that. You'll see."

"Are you offering to be my boyfriend? Because it sure sounds like you could teach me a few things about sex."

"I think it's kinda funny that even when we're talking about all manner of other things, somehow, we end up talking about having sex again. And again."

I got this thoughtful response from Bobbi, "I think it's because we can't be together, and we haven't been together yet. I mean, I've never been with anybody. So, I'm really curious, and I've got raging hormones too, probably even worse than Jenni."

"Are you scared about the first time?"

"Not scared. That's not the right way to put it. Anxious a little, yea."

"It'll be fine. I promise to be gentle. To be 100% honest, the age difference gives me pause."

"My Mom was sixteen years younger than my dad."

"Yea. That's more common than people think, especially as you get older."

There was a rather long pause.

I got another thoughtful reply. "Garry. First off. If you were 52? OK. Then yea, it would be a little weird. 11 years might seem like a lot right now, looking in from the outside, and not knowing what you and I know about each other. And that's my second point. I'm attracted to YOU, not your age. Then I just thought, when I'm 41 and you're 52 the age difference won't seem like such a big deal. So, no more talk about age difference, okay? Promise?"

I guess she was tired of me bringing that up, just like I was tired of her bringing up her small breasts. I wrote back, "Promise." Then I wrote, "Twenty years from now, huh?"

"I'm just saying."

I chuckled, "Okay."

"Did I freak you out? With the twenty years from now comment?"

"Not really. It's an interesting thought."

"I like you Garry. Enough to want to meet you and then we'll see what happens."

There it was. Slowing things down. Another thing I liked about Bobbi. I told her, "Yeah. I like you too Bobbi."

"Garry?"

"Bobbi?"

"You probably figured this, but I'm not on any type of birth control. I'm kinda freaked out about getting pregnant. It's one of the reasons I'm still a virgin to be truthful."

It was time for the big reveal, and I hoped it wouldn't freak her out. I told her, "Well, you're in luck. And there is a long story behind it, but the short story is that I'm shooting blanks."

"What? Why?"

"I had a vasectomy when I was with Audrey."

"You're so young! You don't want kids?"

There it was. I quickly typed, "I have several hundred million kids suspended in deep freeze."

"lol! Seriously?"

"That's the only way the doctor would do it, because I was so young."

"Wow. So we could have sex all we want then. :-)"

I actually let out a whoop! "You're such a crack up Bobbi. I don't remember when I've laughed so much."

"Well, it's true! I don't want to get pregnant. Even though I want to get laid. I'm such a slut."

I couldn't wait to convince her that she was about as far from being a slut as any woman I'd ever met. Bobbi was more like a petite little goddess. "Stop that! No, you aren't. You are an absolute doll, in every way imaginable."

That must have resonated with her, because she wrote, "Oh Garry. I can't wait to meet you. I'm going to go now and investigate airplane flights. I want to fly home as soon as I can."

I gulped, but typed, "I'll support whatever you want to do." I wanted pretty badly to meet her. I had become smitten.

"I'll talk with you again later today, okay?"

"OK Bobbi. Have a great day!"

We did talk later that day, and the day after, and the day after that. Of course, the "talk" was all text messages.

The only advantage is that I could re-read those afterward. I'd concluded that Bobbi was interested in having me "teach" her about sex. Maybe the "boyfriend" aspect wasn't as strong a motivation as I'd thought. I felt a little disappointed.

She confided that she'd had a crush on a teacher when she was in middle school, and that led to numerous fantasies about men older than she "training" her in different positions and in every way you can think of. It almost sounded kinky. It kinda was.

It was flattering that she trusted me so much to share such intimate fantasies. I knew we were going to meet, hit it off, and end up in bed. I hadn't been laid in forever, and Bobbi was - as they say - hot to trot. And, she had a killer little body, almost like a gymnast. And she really wanted me to give her airplane rides. Sounded like fun!

Sorry Jenni, but I think I like your best friend better? That sure as hell wasn't going to work.

All things tend to work out the way they're supposed to. Right?