Marcus pushed himself away from his computer desk. The cybersex he had been having with LuvYa69 was OK but his body yearned for contact with a real live woman. LuvYa69 had offered to meet him, but he just didn’t want to. Not yet.
Standing in the bathroom, he wiped the cum off of his leg and then held his flaccid penis. He remember how Misti had stroked his cock, making him hard just thinking about it. But it was over with Misti and had been for years! He just couldn’t get the bitch out of his mind.
Like the Jimmy Buffet song, Marcus had painfully realized, over many margaritas, that it had been his own damn fault for the demise of their relationship. He shouldn’t have freaked out when she told him that she was bisexual. Shit, he should have gone with it. He’d have been having threesome sex by now or something.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared in the mirror. “You are a stupid asshole,” he began lecturing to himself, “That was over two years ago. Get fucking over it!”
Marcus glanced down at his body. It wasn’t 18 anymore, but he was still good looking. At 31 he was still pretty firm. Or he would be if he lay off the margaritas for a while.
He left the bathroom to call his buddy and see if he was available to go out for a few beers. It would do him a world of good to get out there and see if he couldn’t find himself at least one intelligent cunt to fuck. Hell, he didn’t even want to fuck. He wanted to listen to a woman talk and hold her.
Leaving the bathroom with his head hanging in shame, he sat back down in his office at the computer. LuvYa69 had continued her sexual banter while he had been away.
LuvYa69: And then I would suck your cock and lick your balls. MMMM baby, you taste so good, I want you to cum on my face...
PM99: Honey, sorry, hate to interrupt, it all sounds nice, but I have got to go.
LuvYa69: R U serious? Noooooo!
PM99: Sorry tootsie. I’ll c ya later, k?
LuvYa69: Ok babe. I should go make dinner anyhow. Bye bye.
PM99: Bye!
Marcus quickly logged off messenger and turned off his computer. He was sick of the hum of the goddamn machine anyhow. He reached for the phone, but in a fit of sadness, he laid his head down on his desk and began to cry.
A few moments later he felt a cold breeze hit his bare back. He shivered and looked up at his window. The curtains were blowing in the wind.
Marcus’s gaze fell back onto his monitor. He nearly screamed.
Staring at him was a woman. It was if he was watching his own reflection in the dark monitor, but it wasn’t him at all. A very perplexed and pretty lady stared at him with wide eyes behind her round glasses.
She ran her hand through her short china girl hairdo and moved closer to the screen. She reached her hand up and touched what would be the back of his screen.
“Imfuckingpossible!” shouted Marcus. He quickly reached down and pulled the plug of the computer out of the wall. This had to be a fluke, someone’s web cam, and his computer hadn’t shut off properly or something.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He straightened himself up in his chair and peered through his long lashes at the screen.
She was still there. She shook her head and held up a cord. She had unplugged her computer too.
The woman reached out and touched the computer screen again, this time leaving her hand up against it. Marcus could see the fine lines on her palm. He pressed his hand up against his monitor.
The both jolted back with the surge of energy they felt pulse through their bodies. Marcus felt his cock twinge and shift. He was getting hard again.
She put her fingers up to her mouth and rested her chin on her thumb. She kept tapping her nose with her index finger; as if this was something she did in deep thought.
