I can't believe I'm actually doing it. I'm meeting up with some anonymous stranger that I met through my gooning Twitter account.
Well, she's not a total stranger, after all we did share a lot of our filthiest fantasies, and several revealing pictures. I don't know if you're still considered strangers when you've seen each other's cunt and asshole from multiple angles. Though, we haven't shared face pics yet.
I take out my pocket mirror and give myself a look to make sure everything's in order. My makeup is on point; Red lipstick, sharp black eyeliner, the teensiest amount of blush. My long curly black hair looks clean enough, even though I haven't showered in like two days. I'm not too worried about that, since we both said that we were really into musk and body odors.
I wonder if we'll fuck on the first date? It would be a bit weird if we didn't; Just last night we chatted about porn for hours and fed each other depraved hentai while gooning. We wrote about our respective gangbang fantasies while I fucked myself with multiple toys, and she sent me an audio file of herself jilling off. She sounded so fucking wet, holy shit.
So now I'm sitting at a doughnut shop, waiting for a cute girl with "
glasses, blue hair, and a black dress with flower patterns
". I'm assuming the cute part.
I recognize the look instantly when I see her enter the shop. She is indeed really cute. She's a bit chubby, but less so than me. She's light on makeup, wearing only lipstick. Her glasses are rose-gold circles, and her blue hair reaches down to her shoulder. She's carrying a cute tote bag covered in pictures of cats.
When our eyes meet, I lift a hand and give her a smile. She smiles back, and comes to my table. I had told her to look for a "
cute chubby Latina with long curly hair, and a black tank top with lots of cleavage
."
She sits in the booth in front of me. "Hi," she says, blushing a little. "Are you GGH?"
Like her, my cheeks redden. GGH stands for Gushing Goon Hole, my twitter handle.
"So, you must be..." I look around to see that no one else is close enough to hear. "CurvyHairyGoonette?"
"Yes. But, you can also call me Ellie."
"Vanessa," I reply, giving her a big smile. It's the first time we've told each other our real names. It feels good.
Then, there is a moment of silence as we look at each other. Her eyes are obviously dipping down my sizable rack, and, well, I can't blame her; I'm also checking out her cleavage.
"What are you drinking?" She finally asks, breaking the silence.
"Iced cappuccino with whipped cream and chocolate syrup. Wanna taste?"
"With pleasure! It looks delicious!" She grabs onto my half-full glass. "Are you okay with me using your straw?"
Her question freezes me for a second. It feels a bit odd to be asked that, considering that we've literally shared pictures of our shitholes to each other. "Hum... Yeah, sure, go ahead."
She takes a sip, and lets out the cutest satisfied moan I've ever heard. God, I can't wait to hear what she sounds like in bed. I mean, I
have
heard her moans before, but only short recordings. I want to hear her moan
right next to me
, I want her lips brushing against my ears as she lets out her blissful sounds.
"Do you want to take our doughnuts to go?" I blurt out. It takes every fiber of my willpower not to start gooning right here and now.
She looks back a bit confused, then her eyes grow wide when she realizes what I'm really asking.
We've met each other now, we've confirmed that we are who we said we are, wanna get out of here and fuck right away?
"Sure." She's blushing, and pushes a strand of hair over her ear.
I get up and lead her towards the counter, where we order a dozen, and she orders an ice capp like mine.
The moment we get our food, we are out the door and rush back to my place.
My apartment isn't luxurious, but it's decent enough. I probably should've cleaned up a little, I realize when I spot the junk food wrappers and soda cans all over my living room.
"Your place is cute!" Ellie turns to me and offers a warm, sincere smile. But then, it turns into a salacious grin. "Where's the bedroom?"
I lead her into my goon nest, where the faint stench of my previous hours-long gooning session lingers. Ellie's nose is flaring and she's looking all around the room, blushing.
"So, this is where the magic happens," I say while extending my arms. I instantly regret saying it.
"Let's make some magic!" Ellie doesn't seem bothered by my cheesy line, and that makes me like her even more.
We sit down on the bed, and eat our big sugary doughnuts. I get myself a soda can from the mini fridge beside my bed, and then begin showing off my setup.
"Rolling desk, with my little desktop hidden right there," I show her my computer, which is basically the size of VHS tape. "Got it used from my old job when they switched hardware. It's good enough to watch multiple videos at the same time with twitter and discord open on the side, but I usually also have my laptop open on the bed."
"Nice screens," Ellie says while pointing at the two flat screens on top of the rolling desk.
"I'm saving up to buy a third. Just so I can properly surround myself with porn."
Ellie stuffs one of the powdery doughnuts into her mouth, and a decent amount of powder falls down onto her cleavage. I kinda want to lick it up, but I don't really have the courage to ask.
