In the summer of 2010, Dawn had sorely missed her new dating flame, Steven. He began his work as a volunteer and was away in New Hampshire. His absence was having an effect on Dawn, who was thirty years young.
Dawn craved human touch. Whether it be man or woman. Tenderness and pleasure was her drug of choice.
She was taller, more plump, and full figured than most women. Absolutely never needing make up, her confidence was her beauty. Just under six feet tall, she might come off as intimidating to most men. Her shapely features made her confidence unmatched. Even she stared at herself in the mirror.
Her hair was a dark blonde yet wavy. Eyes of hazel and fair skinned. Her breasts were large and round to fulfill both her hands. Dona's rump was enormous, lifted, and naturally round. Allow her to ensconce herself onto any object of pleasure, she would flaunt herself all to the public.
Calls to Steven were going straight to voicemail and she couldn't understand why he wasn't responding to her text messages. Had he forgotten about her? Was it over?
She couldn't stand being alone. After only knowing people she worked with at her catering job, the rejection and loneliness was starting to become intolerable.
After a work shift, she was curious about finding a friend. Aimlessly wandering around her apartment, staring at her computer. Maybe post a personal ad?
"Another woman, perhaps? Sure, why not?" Dawn thought.
Dawn's intimate history with other women had been nice. No fouls, no harm. Just fun and pleasurable.
Finally, she made the decision to put herself out there. The thought of enjoying a female presence in her life made her excited yet filled the void of the rejection she felt with Steven.
In the times of yahoo messager,
she occupied a local New Jersey chatroom for singles.
She casually entered her age and location.
Waiting for a response...
Dawn poured herself some wine and waited.
A message popped up on her screen.
"Hi there! My name is Nichole and I happen to live in Elizabeth NJ!" it had said.
Dawn cautiously typed her reply, "Thank you so much responding, I'm Dawn. I'm from West Orange :)"
After a healthy exchange of normal conversation, such as movies, books, music, etc. Dawn began to feel comfortable with Nichol. She seemed legitimate and confident. But, Dawn had to know what she looked like.
"Do you have a picture of yourself??" Dawn asked.
With a minute, she received a picture. Dawn almost dropped her glass of wine in admiration.
She wasn't expecting to see this woman.
Nichole was also another curvy caucasian woman. Her eyes were a bright blue, the hair was blonde and curly, and pouty lips. She was thick thighed with also large breasts. Her smile was to die for.
"Wow, you're a babe!" Dawn replied, her fingers barely being able to type.
She uploaded a picture of herself. A mirror self shot with her black blouse with jeans. She sent it immediately.
The response was positive.
"Holy shit! You're beautiful!" Nichole replied.
After a hour or two, the two exchanged phone numbers.
Dawn had always considered herself a flirtatious woman and was a giggler. So she wasn't afraid of an adult conversation.
A couple of days had gone by, and then it was Friday. Dawn was getting anxious. "Did that flame burn out already?" She thought.
Finally, a call came on her cell phone. "Oh please let it be her!" She prayed out aloud.
"Hello?" Dawn answered.
"Is this Dawn? It's Nichole," a woman had said.
Nichole's voice was silky smooth with a edge. Dawn was immediately hooked already. The excitement seed had started to grow.
"Yep, it's me!" Dawn answered.
A hour of awkward conversation of how are you? And, what's your plans for the weekend? Etc had followed.
Finally the conversation took a turn...
"My boyfriend and I have nothing to do tomorrow," Nichole said.
"Boyfriend?..." Dawn asked.
The topic of boyfriends never came up before.
"Yes, we've been together for two years, " Nichole said.
Well, Dawn second guessed herself. In her mind she wasn't looking for a relationship. So, she just brushed off the boyfriend idea.
"Gotcha, it's no worries, I just wasn't expecting that," Dawn replied with a flirty giggle.
Out of nowhere, Nichole asked a question Dawn was t expecting.
"Do you want to meet up tomorrow? Like hookup?" Nichole asked.
Dawn was a little apprehensive but excited. Was she being naive? She was heavily tempted.
"Just you and I?" Dawn asked.
"My boyfriend thinks you're beautiful and wants to watch us together," Nichole explained.
The truth came out. Dawn wasn't happy with the idea of a man in the room. She let Nichole know about her caution with the idea.
Suddenly, the thought of an audience had crashed onto her conscience like a freight train. She wanted to meet Nichole so badly at the same time.
After a moment of silence, Dawn had come to an agreement in her mind. She was going to set a rule though.
"That's okay. As long there is no pictures or cameras, it should be fine," She explained.
The two talked about another hour planning of when and where for the next day. Finally, Dawn agreed to meet them at a motel in Elizabeth the following day.
That was the longest night of Dawn's life. The thoughts of this adventure raced and burned in her mind. Sure, she had hooked up with women she met at a club or a concert. But never off the internet let alone with a man in the room.
She was nervous but the thought of going down on a woman made her wet beyond comprehension. Then again, Nichole never told what her boyfriend had looked like. Dawn finally slept.
The next morning, Dawn woke up already to get going. Coffee first then take a shower.
She couldn't chose right away on what to wear. Finally, she picked her tightest jeans, a black blouse with that special push up bra that she never got to wear for Steven, and her favorite black sheer thong.
Dawn finally got a text from Nichole asking if she was still interested in meeting in Elizabeth.
"Absolutely!! :)" Dawn replied.
