Terry was a 20 year old, 5 foot 7 seven exotic beauty with caramel cocoa skin, almond shaped eyes and a body that just wonβt quit. She had recently had her shoulder length coal black hair cut into a pixie cut. She hadnβt dated much in high school because the black boys wanted some ghetto chick whose only goal in life was to suck their sweaty little testicles and every white guy who approached her was only interested in finding out if black girls really take it in the ass. She had started surfing the net for a guy shortly after graduation. She had finally decided on a yahoo chat room and whenever she texted with anyone she made sure that they knew what she would and would not be into, and anal was definitely on the no list. So it is safe to say that it took a while to find the perfect guy. They finally met online a few months ago. They talked about their entire lives, from childhood to present date, they sent pictures of themselves back and forth. His name was Ben and he had piercing blue eyes and his short blonde hair was cut into a military style. He had a muscular build from running track in school. After talking for about three months she wanted to know him on higher level than she now did, she wanted to meet the man she had chosen to give herself to. They decided to meet in a very, very secluded place. She wanted it too be so romantic, yet so sexual for them. She ran herself a nice hot bath with her new warm vanilla sugar bath gel and soaked for about an hour, taking careful time to shave her entire body. She emerged from her tub with silky smooth skin. She pulled a powder blue sweater dress over her head and attached tiny black pearl earrings to earlobes and slid her stocking clad feet into a pair of black patent leather heals. Stopping in front of the mirror she ran her fingers through her silky hair and applied a shiny opaque vanilla lip gloss to her lush full lips and a kohl black liner to her eyes. She smiled at her reflection, she had often been told that she resembled a young Janet Jackson. As she walked out the door of her studio apartment she lit a couple of chocolate candles.
They met in a very quiet coffee shop downtown, just the two of them. It was hard to believe that they had never met before having grown up in the same town. This was the most sexual part of it. They had not had cyber sex the entire time they talked, but when he took her hand into his and kissed her fingertips all the sexual frustration she had felt for the past few years bubbled to the surface.