I'm sure lots of people have met in chatrooms, but I never put much stock in it. Sure, I'd been in a few, had a little cybersex, but it wasn't something I did on a regular basis, or something I used to find women. There always seemed something so...detached about it. But lately, it had been long enough since my last girlfriend that I had been on-line just a little bit more than usual.
It wasn't too long before I was chatting with a girl, who said she was 19 and from Oregon. I take anything said in a chatroom with a grain of salt, but allow myself to get into the fantasy of it all. She also said she was 5'6, 34C, medium brown hair. I am an (honest) 23 years old, 6'1, 185, short brown hair, blue eyes.
We started out talking about college, partying, relationships...the usual stuff. She got into how guys kept playing her and a few bad relationships. She really came across as the sweet and innocent type; I wasn't exactly thinking I'd end up having heavy cybersex. But lo and behold, we ended up discussing her last boyfriend's inability to give her orgasms.
I took the opportunity to go into great detail on how I would get her off, and she got right into it. She seemed to enjoy my account of eating her out, teasing, nibbling, kissing, licking...all the good stuff. When we finished, she left rather abruptly. Well, it's a chatroom, I thought. But when I was on-line the next night, I noticed she was on, and we got talking again. Again, the conversation was innocent enough, but eventually turned very sexual. I got the impression that she was one of those girls who was sweet and introspective, but spend some time with her and be honest and commit, and the tiger within her will come out and fuck you silly.
Then again, she lived 8 hours away by car, so I wasn't anticipating getting to know her that well. We did keep chatting for a few months on and off. I just thought I had made a long-distance, never-actually-meet friend. I eventually learned that her name was Janet. We had such good conversations and cybersex that it took awhile for names to come up.
That 8 hour distance quickly became 20 minutes when I got a summer internship in her town. She was bordering on ecstatic when I told her the news. Turns out she was throwing a little suareè the day I was due to arrive, and I got a special invitation. She shared a house with a bunch of other girls and they were all throwing it together.
When she opened the door, she instantly knew it was me - she gave me a huge bear hug. She introduced me to all of her roomates. All of them were drool-inducing gorgeous, but I managed to stay composed and jovial, and even, dare I say, a little charming. Of course I made notes on who I might go after should things not work out between Janet and I. This wasn't a huge loud party with drunk people falling everywhere. There were only about 15 people; they were drinking, but a little more controlled and quiet than stereotypical college parties.
Janet and I ended up in the kitchen (where else?) rummaging through the fridge, with me 'accidentally' bumping into her every now and then. But, it wasn't like she wasn't doing the exact same thing. We fed each other little bites of food, and sometimes, getting food all over our faces. I leaned in to her for a kiss, only expecting a light kiss on the lips. When I pulled away, she pawed at the back of my head and pulled me down for a longer, deeper kiss. I lifted her up onto the counter and positioned myself between her legs, starting roaming my hands down her body a bit.
She pushed my hands away and pulled her head back with a devilish grin. She hoped off the counter and led me by the hand into the living room, where most of the party guests were lounging, chatting and drinking. I noticed one or two other couples immersed in each other, but I admit I wasn't paying close attention to anything but Janet. We settled into a spot on the couch and resumed making out. She was noticeably more aggressive, both with her mouth and her hands.
When I wasn't aggressive enough, she took my hands and got me going. I was really enjoying myself, but was concerned about people watching us. Those concerns were quickly dissolved when she stopped and peeled her shirt off, revealing a lacy black bra and a tight, flat stomach. Suddenly, we were the only people in the room, as far as I was thinking. I was ready to get back to making out, but she ripped my shirt off for me. She took a moment to drag her fingers down my body, then grinned at me again, and pulled my body into hers. I made my way, very slowly and methodically, down her neck. The contrast of her light skin to the dark bra was a feast for my eyes. I moved my hands along the bra, around her body to the snap, and looked at her. Our eyes locked as if to say, go-ahead. A flick of the wrists and I undid the snap and slid it down her arms and flung it over the couch.
I went right for her chest, peppering kisses and nibbles. I went back and forth between her breasts, thoroughly tonguing each one. I massaged and flicked at the nipple on the breast I wasn't licking. When her nipples got really firm and full, I sucked on each one exclusively, sucking and pinching them between my lips. Her chest was heaving lightly now, and one or two beads of sweat were making their way down her cleavage. I glanced at her face, and she traced a line around my lips and mouthed "make me cum." I almost came right then, but managed to keep myself composed.
