When I met her, Lindsay was a 19 year old 5'2" 105lb bulimic goth girl with a black bob cut and dark brown eyes. I found her online, in an eating disorders chat. How did that happen? Well, I'd been starving myself for quite some time and I had decided to talk about it with people on the internet, and amazingly, I found that the subject was almost exclusively discussed by women. Yep, you heard right, someplace on the internet populated almost entirely by women, and most of them weren't even overweight. Some were even downright skinny! Holy smokes batman, count me in! Needless to say, I kept up with the starving myself. It worked too, I got down to around 150lbs at 6'4" at one point. Nothing quite like being the center of attention in an all-female chatroom in the 1990s to make an existing problem with not eating a whole lot worse. Almost everywhere else online back them was a sausage fest! I had stuck gold, and I mined that chatroom nightly, talking about food, hunger, and sex with a gaggle of hungry young sluts. Lindsay seemed the most eager to talk about the days events, things she had eaten, what she had done. She also competed with the other girls to talk to me, which was a great sign.
After several months of getting to know her (and many others), Lindsay came to California to meet me. She had decided to come live with me. I picked her up at Los Angeles airport and we talked during the long drive back to my hometown, mostly about music, the things she saw during the drive, the great weather, how cold it was back in Michigan, and so on. We made out at stop lights. We gossipped about other people from the chatroom, especially Jennifer. Jennifer came up as we drove thru the city where she lived, on our way back from the airport. Jennifer was a very tall, very thin girl who was always talking about what she was eating while in the chatroom, before going silent for about half an hour while she was purging. I say was because Jennifer didn't make it, she comitted suicide a decade later. She was always ethereal, always inspiring, and will always be missed.
Anyway, I had been staying with a friend before Lindsay's arrival, so after I got her from the airport, we checked into a hotel near the beach. I was going to need my own space to get friendly with this girl! The motel I ended up picking wasn't the best place in town by a longshot, but it had weekly rates. In fact, it was a really seedy place, and as we unloaded our stuff from the car, the management came out and asked us to change rooms. We declined, which I only learned much later was a mistake. For a week we lived in what I later came to call "The crackpipe motel" because the two of us found one stashed in the closet! The TV only got a couple of channels and there wasn't much to do, except each other. That was fine by me.
I lit a candle and put a drop of sassafras oil into the hot wax. It smelled really medicinal, but it was better than the wet stale odor of the motel. We sat down in the bed and talked a little, then started making out. Lindsay had a really great tounge and I loved the way she stuffed it in my mouth. I got her top off and played with her perky titties, they weren't very big but they were very nicely shaped. She really liked that, and laid down in the bed. Still kissing her breasts, I worked my way down to her stomach, then slid her out of her pants. I took down her panties and pushed aside her pubes. She had a very nice pussy, if a bit hairy. I stuck a finger inside her and ate her clit until my finger was absolutely drenched in her slickness.
