Chrissy Finds a Girlfriend
Early in the morning, Chrissy slowly woke up. She had received a solid fucking last night. After multiple wet orgasms, her lover left, allowing her to have a deep, satisfying sleep.
She finally raised out of bed, slowly walking into the kitchen to start her coffee maker. Sitting on her stool, waiting for the coffee pot to fill, she picked up her cell phone. As she expected, she had several dating site responses. Rolling through the messages and pictures, she was not really impressed.
Looking at a sixth message, however, she suddenly became interested. It was from a woman. Chrissy wondered if it was a mistake. Although she enjoyed being with a woman, sometimes preferring a woman, she had specifically indicated she was looking for a man.
She opened the message. Hmmm. It was intended for her. The message was specific to her, by name, and referenced her preferences and favorites. Chrissy looked at the picture. It was an attractive, middle aged woman, seemingly slender with what looked like a nice set of breasts.
Chrissy went back to the message. This woman, Veronica, said that she was happily married to a man, but was missing something. She had female friends, but she was looking for a woman to "be something more".
Chrissy wondered what "be something more" meant. As she poured milk into her coffee, she began fanaticizing. She looked at Veronica's picture again, hoping to find more, but there was only the one picture.
Chrissy wondered why Veronica chose her to message. Well, there's only one way to find out. Chrissy wrote out a response: "Hi Veronica. Thanks for your message. I'm surprised by it, but I think I'd like to follow up with you."
Chrissy hit send, and drank from her coffee cup. Now she was becoming anxious for a response, but she knew it could be days.
Chrissy continued with her day.
Around noon, just starting her lunch break, Chrissy took her phone from her purse. She quickly went to messages, and to her pleasure, there was a message from a dating site. She opened it, and, even better, saw it was from Veronica.
Veronica messaged, "Hi Chrissy, I'm glad you answered me. Yes, I know it's a surprise to get a message from me, but I saw your picture, your age, marital status, children and interests. I just took a flyer, and wondered if you would be willing to get together, maybe at a Coffee shop."
Chrissy was pleased, and she knew the ball was now in her court. Chrissy wondered if she should answer now, or would that make her appear too anxious. Maybe she should wait.
Chrissy thought about it while she ate, and finally thought "Aw fuck." Chrissy responded on her phone "I think we should meet at a coffee shop. Do you have a place and a time?"
Chrissy hit send, and nervously watched, not knowing how fast Veronica would respond, "I'm being silly. She won't respond for hours." As she wrapped up her lunch and trash, she heard a ping from her phone. Picking it up, Chrissy saw a message from Veronica. "How about today? I'm pretty excited to meet you."
Chrissy sat down, surprised at how quickly Veronica responded. She had to think about her schedule today. Did she have time? Should she put this off for a day or two?
Well, what the hell. Chrissy messaged, "Today is fine, I'll want to go home to change. 6? Do you have a choice of coffee shops?"
Within a minute, Veronica responded, "6 is fine. How about the coffee shop at 7th and Main?"
Chrissy was excited, and nervous. This was happening very fast. Checking on her phone for the coffee shop location, she responded, "6 tonight, 7th and Main is great."
There. All set. Chrissy went back to work.
At 6am, Chrissy stepped into the coffee shop at 7th and Main. She had her phone in front of her, with Veronica's picture on the screen. She didn't need to.
Veronica stepped in front of Chrissy, extending her hand. "Hi."
"Oh, hi. I wasn't sure ..." Chrissy took her hand.
Veronica led her to a table she had saved for them. There was already a coffee drink there, so Chrissy said "Coffee for me. I'll be right back."
When Chrissy returned, Veronica was sitting, smiling. "You're as pretty as your picture."
"So are you. How are you doing? I was surprised, pleased, but surprised when I got your message."
"I know. I was just cruising women when I came across you. I was just drawn to you, your picture, your background. Like I said when I messaged you earlier."
Chrissy said, "You're married, Veronica?"
"Call me Vera, and yes, twenty-five years. We have two children, both out of the house. You?"
"I'm divorced, two adult children. No boyfriend, but I get laid now and then."
Vera laughed. "That's good. I don't. And I don't want a boyfriend."
"That's strange, being married so long, and you don't have sex with your husband."
Vera leaned forward, like to tell Chrissy a secret. "I get laid occasionally, but not as much as I need. Since my husband doesn't fuck me, and I don't want another man, I thought maybe I could have a girlfriend."
Chrissy thought for a second, "Have you been with a woman?"
"Once. While on a trip to see my brother's family. It was a one-time thing, just a simple hook-up."
"How was it?"
"It was pretty good. Actually, very good. We met in the bar of the hotel I stayed at. She was younger than me, and she was kinda aggressive, so it wasn't hard. I just closed my eyes, went to her room, and she took me."
Chrissy was becoming interested.
Vera asked, "Have you been with other women?"
"Yes. I had a girlfriend, but she moved. She comes back occasionally, so my lover and I have a threesome with her."
"Your lover?", Vera asked.
"Yeah, I don't really have a boyfriend, that's why I'm on a dating site. I want to find somebody reliable, who is as good a fuck as he is. I actually think of him as my fuck-partner, rather than lover."
"Jeeze. I never thought of a threesome."
Chrissy was becoming comfortable with Vera. Maybe this is what she was looking for. "I'm not suggesting it. It's just what happened. I don't know if will ever happen again. I do want a real boyfriend, but I also want..."
For the next hour, Vera and Chrissy talked. And talked. And talked.
Suddenly, Vera looked at her watch. "I have to go." She stood, and looked at Chrissy with expectation.
Chrissy stood, and said with some anxiety, "Can we meet again?"