"No," Kerry said, shaking her head. "Absolutely not."
"Come on, how are you going to find a boyfriend if you don't put yourself out there?" Lane gave her a fond but exasperated look.
The two of them had been best friends since elementary school, but Lane just didn't understand. She'd been the popular one, the cheerleader, and she'd taken Kerry along in her wake, but she didn't seem to realize that Kerry was her hanger-on. Lane was beautiful, tall, blonde, and thin. Kerry was short, chubby, and had sensitive eyes that made contacts impossible. She was well aware that she looked like the nerd that she actually was - granted, a nerd with fantastic boobs, but still a nerd.
While she enjoyed sports and pop culture, she'd much rather see the latest superhero or sci-fi flick than a rom-com or action movie, and she'd definitely prefer sitting at home reading on a Saturday night over going to yet another party. She'd had a good time in college, thanks to Lane, but she was pretty much partied out.
Why waste perfectly good reading time - or catching up on Doctor Who - out with a bunch of people she didn't even like that much?
Plus, the guys that hit on her made it clear they felt like they were doing her a favor. And a lot of them could turn into total jerks when she turned them down, because they thought she should be grateful for their attention.
Lane was totally on her side and a complete Mama Bear whenever she saw it happening but... well, suffice to say Kerry hadn't been impressed with the offerings at parties. Now she was even less inclined to spend her time at bars with the same guys.
She wanted a boyfriend but there were a few other areas where she put her foot down, and letting Lane set her up on a blind date was one of them.
Besides...
"I can't that night anyway," she said. "I have a date."
Giving her a dark look, Lane shook her head. "Chatting with a guy online is not a date."
"Close enough," Kerry said defensively.
She'd been chatting with Paul for over a month now and their conversations had started to get... interesting. Okay, if she was being truthful, they were getting downright pornographic.
They'd really hit it off, discovering each other on a message board about the new Star Wars movies and ended up taking their conversation away from everyone else.
Now they chatted online almost every night and he'd become a real friend... but recently the conversations had become a lot less friendly and a lot more... something else.
Kerry had surprised herself, becoming a lot bolder in her chats with him than she was in person.
She wasn't a virgin but she didn't exactly have a ton of sexual experience either, and some of the things Paul wanted to chat with her about were definitely out of her wheelhouse. He was kinky.
"Unless you two are talking about something you haven't told me about, no it's not." Immediately, Kerry turned beet red and Lane's eyes got big. "You have! You dirty girl, I can't believe you didn't tell me - spill!"
"I... fine." Kerry caved, recognizing the look in her best friend's blue eyes. There was no way Lane was going to let this go. It would be easier to just tell Lane now rather than later, and a lot less annoying. "I told you we were flirting..."
"Yes, yes, go on." Lane waved her hand impatiently, indicating Kerry should move the story along faster.
Obnoxious bestie.
Kerry blew out a long breath of air. "We've been kind of... not sexting, cuz it's online but..."
"Oh my gosh!" Lane squealed reaching out to grab Kerry's hand in excitement. "I had no idea! I can't believe you didn't tell me!"
Blushing hotly, Kerry smacked her friend away. "This is why! I knew you'd make a big deal out of nothing."
"It's not nothing," Lane said, scoffing. "You've been talking to this guy pretty much every day for close to two months now-"
"A month and a half," Kerry murmured. Lane ignored her.
"-and I knew you were totally into him! Where does he live? Is he nearby? Have you talked about visiting each other?"
Yup, this was why Kerry hadn't told her friend. Because she asked all the questions Kerry was afraid to. It was easier to keep whatever was going on with her and Paul over the internet, because then she didn't have to deal with his real life disappointment of her. She couldn't tell Lane that though, because her friend would just scold her for assuming that Paul would be disappointed in her.
******
Paul L: No, really, I think the prequels get a lot of undeserved hate.
Giggling, Kerry quickly typed in her response.
Kerry K: If I thought you meant that, I'd be a worried.
Paul L: You just have to look at it the right way, if you imagine that Jar Jar is actually a Sith lord pretending to be an idiot and that Queen Amadala and Obi Wan have their own romance going on that they're trying to hide from Anakin because they realize how obsessed with her he is...
She started to type back and then she paused, running through the ramifications of both of those scenarios. Huh.
Kerry K: Okay, if either of those things were true, they might be semi-redeemable movies... but they aren't.
Paul L: But if they were, the movies would be watchable, right?
Kerry K: Maybe... almost watchable.
Giggling again, she found herself toying with a strand of her hair. It was silly how just debating Star Wars with Paul could make her feel giddy, but it was true.
Paul L: You're feeling sassy today. It's pretty hot.
She blushed as she responded, already feeling the familiar squirming deep in her lower belly. The first time he'd started talking like this, she'd been unsure where he was going with it. Now it just piqued her excitement, because she knew that yeah... he was definitely going where she thought he was.
Kerry K: I'm always sassy ;)
Paul L: No, you're usually sweet... and I like you both ways. The sassy is giving me all sorts of ideas though...
Her heart started to beat a little faster, the keys of the keyboard clacking against her fingers.
Kerry K: Oh yeah? Like what?
She pressed her thighs together, biting her lip as she waited for him to respond, feeling breathless. Paul made her more excited through nothing more than words he sent over the internet than any guy she'd ever met in real life. If he wasn't real, if he was some old dude out in Kansas... well, she didn't want to know.
Paul L: Since you're feeling so sassy, maybe I'd do something to stop your mouth
Paul L: We could start with a gag.
She felt her jaw drop open, her body tingling with excitement even as her brain protested.
Kerry: What makes you think I'd allow that?
Paul L: You wouldn't have a choice - I'd have already taken care of your hands.
She shivered. Actually shivered, squirming in her seat at the idea of him tying her up and gagging her. She couldn't think of a single sassy reply.
Paul L: You'll be naked. I'll kiss your forehead after I gag you.
That was kind of sweet.
Paul L: Then I'll spank you for being so mouthy.
Oh lordy. Kerry put her hands between her legs, pressing down on her clit through her pants. She could feel herself soaking her panties.
Paul L: Twenty swats. Enough to make your cute little ass pink.
She didn't bother to tell him that her ass wasn't that little. She liked how he obviously pictured her. The situation between her legs was becoming as uncomfortable as the chaos in her head. She really didn't know why this turned her on so much, she just knew that it did.
Paul L: Then I'd lay you down on your back on the bed and I'd run my hands up and down your body. I'd squeeze your breasts... gently at first, then a little rougher, pinching your nipples until you writhe for me.
Oh man, he was getting more graphic. Her breathing was coming faster as she reached up her shirt, finding her nipples already hard with arousal. She cupped the mounds of her breasts and rubbed, and when she pinched down on her nipples she gasped at how good it felt. It never felt this good when she just touched herself on her own, but because she was picturing Paul doing it... it didn't matter that she didn't even know what he looked like.
Paul L: I'd kiss and lick you all over, from your breasts up to your neck, while one of my hands slides between your thighs to touch your pussy... I bet you'd be soaking wet for me.
One of Kerry's hands drifted downwards, the other still fondling her breast, and she slid it into her pants. She definitely was soaking wet. Shuddering a bit as she touched herself, she slouched back in the chair and spread her thighs, giving herself better access to run her fingertips around her pussy lips. She bit back a moan as her breathing became even heavier.
Paul L: I slide one finger inside of you, and you clench down around it, your eyes begging me for more.
She moaned again as she slid her finger in, the way he said. The image in her mind, the decadence of getting off to someone else's fantasy... it was so hot. Thinking about being tied up and played with, the way he described, she would have never thought she was kinky but there was no denying her reaction.
She was so caught up in the pleasurable physical sensations that the little bell notification almost surprised her.
Paul L: Then I'd pull my finger out and push your thighs wide open with my hands, so I could drape your legs over my shoulders and eat your sweet pussy to my heart's content.
Oh fuck... The idea of being bound, gagged, splayed open and eaten out... Kerry couldn't take it. She rubbed her clit hard and past, pinching her nipples and crying out as waves of orgasm crashed over her. Wriggling in the chair, she panted for breath as the sweet ecstasy coiled around her.
When she opened her eyes, it was to see another message from Paul.
Paul L: You're playing with yourself aren't you? Imagine what it could be like if we actually met. What I could do to you.
Cold washed over Kerry. Not because she didn't want to meet - but because she actually did. But it was such a bad idea. She had never sent Paul a picture. Never given him more than a very basic description of what she looked like. And she was so much wittier, so much more fun when she could type out her messages, think about them, and then push send.
In person? She was a hot mess.
Sliding her hands out of her clothes, she wiped off her fingers.
