INTRODUCTION:
I love the internet. I spend a good chunk of my day chatting in yahoo, writing stories for literotica, or simply surfing the web. There is something comforting about going into a chat room where they know your name, and your story. If youāre lucky enough to find a room cool enough to have a āchat partyā (a real life party where all the other regulars attend) you will love this story.
Dedicated to my wonderful room, and to Flumpy not a bot or booter but a best friend, thanks for always being there and supporting meā¦
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The date was set, the invitations where mailed out weeks ago, the decorations were up the food was made, and I ā¦. I had to wait, and waiting ⦠was hard!
You see I was hosting a chat party that warm summer day and couldnāt be more excited about meeting people face to face, some Iād know for almost a year others for longer and some Iād recently just met, but the anticipation was unbelievable.
Would āHarleyā be as sexy and outgoing as she sounded on the microphone? Would āGotalifeā really grab my ass when he first saw me? What would we talk about? What would they think of me? I was nervous, but if worst came to worst, I had lots of beer ready. Trying to calm my nerves a little I decided to have a can, and immediately felt better as I swallows quickly and drowned the can. I still had about a half hour to wait, and decided another beer was in order. Iām not sure exactly how many I drank but the time seemed to pass quickly and I heard a knock at the door.
Everyone came at almost the exact time, and my little apartment soon was crowded, with āposs,ā ācro,ā ādonti,ā ācat,ā āprincessā and a million other regular chatters. I was feeling slightly buzzed, but incredibly happy; people seemed to be having a good time. The supply of beer seemed to be diminishing and the food as well.