It all started with identities hidden behind pseudo names. Everyone feels the need to cover themselves in the beginning and we did as well. When I first met him I cared very little for him. His personality, the one he fronted for his audience, left me imagining a rather crude and immature person behind the name. In all honesty I cannot remember why we spoke at all. I remember there was an exchange of pictures, much hesitation on my part. To me he was the jock of the school while I was the lowly Band Geek who only knew him from the football games we were both attending but for different reasons. Then all contact was lost and I thought all was well. I thought wrong.
A few months down the road I caught up with him again, tossed into the same online group as he was in. Weeks went by when I was neither active or he was not active. Finally one day I realized we do have a thing or two in common and gave him another chance. After speaking with him for a few hours I realized we had a lot in common and the personality I had been given had been all for show. The person I was talking to now, and was getting to know, was actually nice, funny, caring in a sense.
The months rolled by after we finally got to know each other. His relationship took a turn for the worst and I felt there was nothing I could do to console him. Struggling with self-confidence and such we lost contact for a few weeks again. Late one night we got to talking again though. I learned that his relationship had not been as intense as I once thought it to be. That at the ripe age of eighteen he had not given himself to this girl that he dated. I myself being two years older them him was a bit startled that I had been more exposed to such activities at his age than he was. And he was the jock!
I realized there was something I could do for him, and for myself. The next day I planned a trip to his home town. I was going to show him how little he was missing with his ex and how much he truly did not know of. Perhaps I was in it a little for myself, finding my sex life to have run dry in the past months of my life. Breaking in a virgin seemed just the thing to jump start an adventure.
As my departure day arrived I found myself quite turned on by the idea of meeting this younger version of everything I had ever wanted. I had been sent plenty of pictures of him and knew quite a bit about him. He and I exchanged ideas of what we would want to do to each other once we met up but we had never seriously thought of meeting either. Now I let my fantasies free, let them flood my mind. I thought of his strong and muscular body. I thought of the different ways he had dressed for me, of the different expressions he had. Feeling the first signs of arousal running rampant through my body I carried on in my own thoughts. His playful way of showing off for me, the sweet words he said. I did not want to be involved, I just wanted to show him how to please a woman so that his next girlfriend would be more willing to stick around.
Sitting on the airplane I had mixed emotions. I wanted him to know what it was like to share something with someone...just as much as I wanted to tie him up and have my way with him. I could not wait to see him in real life, the anticipation making me wet already. My nipples hard beneath my thin white shirt. My silk panties causing quite a stir for me while I was confined to a single seat amongst strangers. Finally the plane landed. Now it was time to meet my friend, the object of my affection.
There in the terminal, sitting where he said he would be, wearing the beanie he knew I loved. He was hunched over some piece of literature and so I took my time looking him over. Adjusting my shorts a bit and making sure I looked fitting for a good time I strode over, standing in front of him so that his first line of view would be my tight thighs.
Suddenly he looked up, seeming a bit startled at someone in front of him and I feel apprehensive. Then a knowing smile came across his face and he stood, wrapping me up in a hug. His hug had been a bit more than I had ever expected, his arms strong around me, his height being just perfect that were he aroused as I was I would know in an instant. A bit disappointed that I did not feel any other part of him greet me in such fashion, granted he did not know the true reason behind my visit I was willing to forgive him.
Walking next to me I could feel his eyes staring at me and then running across my body. It seemed he did not know what to do and I felt like a young teenager again, walking next to the boy from Science class who had just asked me out but did not know what to do next. He nearly jumped when I pointed out my luggage coming around the carousel and snatched it all up quickly. I could not help but laugh at his eagerness, seeing the soft look in his eyes as he led me out to his car.