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Connor

Days keep on passing, and I still can’t get her out of my head. I replay our conversation from the pub like a broken record. Why would such a small creature take up so much space in my head? Finally, I come up with an idea. I go to Stan.

“What brings you here, dude?” he asks.

“You know what. You got a PC with internet access?”

“Sure thing.”

“Then boot up the chat. You said Abby likes to hang around there. Maybe she’s there today. You know her nick?”

“Julliett.”

Right. Like Romeo and Juliet, I think and roll my eyes.

“And?” I ask.

“Hey, there she is, Connor. It’s your lucky day.”

“Ask her about the date.”

Her reply makes me feel even better.

He’s got a sexy voice. That voice in itself could make me come.

Well, fuck, now I’m all turned on again.

“Get going, Stan. I’m going to talk to her now. Find something else to do.”

“Sure thing, mate.”

Stan writes that I’m going to take over. She tests me by asking a question only I could know the answer to. It’s smart—a real trial of my perception. She asks what color shorts she wore. They were dark blue, of course. Cotton. Tightly wrapped around her awesome ass. The memory itself makes my head spin and buzz with dirty thoughts. My hands closing on her buttocks and my tongue… What’s happening to me!?

She trusts me. I love this. She’s so full of life, joyful and direct. She’s a real godsend.

She gets mad that I’m using Stan, which is cute. I can imagine the face she’s making. I love it when she’s mad. She’s so pretty then!

And then a question pops up on the screen:

Want to tell me something?

Hmm, a lot of things, really: that you’re fantastic, that I dream of kissing you, caressing your delicate body, embracing you. You smell so good. No, come on, Ve, get your shit together! You can’t tell her that. But there is something else. I type in, quickly:

You have an amazing ass.

Her response is plainspoken, impulsive:

Thanks, I knew you’d like it.

She did it on purpose! So I’d want her like nobody before. Alright, I’ll play her game.

I’d like to kiss it.

It kind of typed itself. Wow, it’s getting hot! I wonder what she says to that.

Maybe your dream will come true one day.

She’s game! Without thinking, I add:

I wonder if you’re as sexy in the front…

Shit, I’m overdoing it. I’ll scare her away. Maybe I’m being too vulgar? I start to regret writing that last bit when she replies, playing along. She likes it.

More than you know.

I’m so turned on now, I can’t stop writing:

I bet you’re hairy down there.

Sorry to disappoint.

So… she shaves? There’s too little space in my pants when my imagination starts working. I can’t go on like that, I need more details!

So you’re smooth? You shave?

Not entirely.

My imagination is aroused.

She adds a moment later:

I hope not only your imagination.

Holy shit, she’s hot!

So?

Come on, write something! Quick!

So I have what you call a landing strip.

Now I’m losing it. I’m imagining her all over again. She’s perfect. It’s too late now.

I’m hard!

Sure, you’re always hard! lol

Is she making fun of me now?

Not always.

Oh yeah? When?

She really doesn’t know?

I’m hard when I think of you. I can’t control it. I think my dick likes you.

I click “send” and… nothing. No reply. Ha, I must have scared her away. Come on, write something, or I’ll go mad! Really?! I, Connor Wilson, am getting nervous. But with what? Dude, you’re starting to care about her! But how is that possible? After seeing her only a few times? I can’t wait any longer. I write:

You there???

Yea, still here…

I still don’t know what to think.

Why didn’t you write back?

I started fantasizing.

It’s getting real.

About me?

Wouldn’t you want to know…

She’s a tease.

Sure I would.

If you really have to know, yes, I was fantasizing about you.

I’m still hard as steel.

And? What did you think about?

I was wondering how you look down there. And if you’re a virgin, though that second question is a rhetorical one.

What? Why would it be rhetorical? That may seem strange, but I never wanted to do it with just anyone. Some girls tried doing it with me, yeah. Sonia, for instance, wanted to undress me and stuck a hand down my pants, but I couldn’t take her touch and left. You know nothing about me, babe.

Haha, how would you know?

I don’t know. You just look that way.

What way?

Like a guy who’s done many things in his life.

By the way, I’m curious if you’re a virgin yourself. The guys say you’re not, but I think they’re wrong. I decide to ask her openly.

How about you? You a virgin?

Well, if she can be frank, so can I.

I am. I’m sixteen. Still a couple of months until my seventeenth birthday. To answer your question, the next one I mean, I’ve also never been in a serious relationship. At least not serious enough to take it a step further.

I read her reply, and my head fills with unwanted thoughts. Did someone touch her before? I need to know right now.

What do you mean, further?

Jesus, Ve. Further than kissing. Enough?

She’s pissed. But that’s not important now. The knowledge that she’s crystal clean and pure, that nobody has ever touched her before makes me want her all the more.

Sounds promising. And the way I look down there… maybe you’ll see for yourself one day.

I hope it’s going to be soon. So, are you a virgin or not?

I take a deep breath. I feel the need to tell her the truth. I don’t even know if that’s going to be an advantage for her. Maybe she’d prefer someone more experienced?

I am.

I don’t believe you.

You don’t have to. But I know what I know.

What? Why doesn’t she believe me? I’m telling her the truth and she’s ignoring it?

If that’s the truth, I’m starting to like you even more.

So an advantage after all. Cool.

Now, forgive me, but I need to go. Thinking of you made me all wet, and I wouldn’t want to stain the chair…

How am I going to get back home now? It’s not as if I can start jacking off at Stan’s place!

Now you did it. You should come here and help me blow off some steam! My dick’s going to stay hard ’til tomorrow! And I could use a kiss…

Maybe you’ll get one. Bye!

And just like that, she goes offline, leaving me on fire. She’s incredible. I want her. Jesus, Ve, what’s going on with you!?

Stan enters the room.

“Everything alright? You look feverish.” He’s taking the piss, the fucker.

“Oh, fuck off, Stan,” I retort. “Thanks for the internet. Now, I’m off.”

I go out into the night. I can’t go home. I need to take a walk, cool off a bit. I could use some fresh air. I’m going straight ahead, deep in thoughts that pull me in like a vortex. What a breathtaking girl. Who would have thought? Coming back to reality after a while, I realize my legs have taken me to her place, right by her apartment block. I’m just about to turn back when she leaves the building. My angel. She’s not alone. Vicks is trailing her and notices me. This time I’m the one feeling discovered and flustered.

“Hi, Ve! I’m going to the store. I’ll leave you two alone,” she says and disappears in the gloom.

I approach. She smiles. Her cheeks, slightly blushed, grow redder now. God, she’s shy. It turns me on too.

“You don’t know what you’ve done, babe. You can’t play like that.”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She’s playing the poor innocent girl. Then, she lets her dog free and leans against a railing.

I come closer. Closer than I should. With my knee, I spread her legs and snuggle between them. I thrust out with my pelvis so she can feel how aroused I am. I’m still hard. I grab the railing on both sides of her. We’re inches away. Iwhisper in her ear:

“Why don’t you feel what I’m talking about?”

I can hear her swallowing. Her head raises as she looks me in the eyes. Only millimeters between our lips now. My heart skips a beat. Her stare is sexy and so confident. A shiver runs down my spine. She glances down, doesn’t shy away, instead doing something that takes me completely by surprise. She places a hand on my crotch, squeezes softly and lifts her eyes, staring at me with fire in them. I swear my cock grows even harder in that instant, nearly bursting through my pants.

“It’s so big. I’m glad it got so hard for me.” Her voice is hoarse. She’s as much turned on as I am. It reverberates through my body and that’s when I know it. I’m hers. I’m in all the way. This girl is the greatest surprise of my life. And she doesn’t stop surprising me. She lights my fire, and I’m not sure I can take it!

Someone is leaving the building. Abigail turns her head, looks for her dog, and walks away a couple steps to make sure it hasn’t run off. Meanwhile, I take her spot and stand with my legs spread a bit wider, so my penis has some more space. Abby walks back slowly, keeping her distance. She asks, “What are you doing here, by the way?”

“I don’t know, to be honest.”

It’s because I don’t. My legs brought me here on their own. She slips closer and stands between my legs. My dick seems to like it, because it rises again, pulled towards her like a magnet.

“Maybe you’re here for this?” She leans in and kisses me on the cheek, leaving a soft, warm mark. She’s so sensual. I close my eyes and everything around me disappears for a moment. Only she’s left—my beautiful—and that blissful moment she presented me with.

“Maybe, though I counted on more,” I reply hoarsely. I don’t recognize my own voice.

“Like that?” Her lips brush against my other cheek. She’s building tension. I can’t stop myself, but I respect her too much to kiss her by surprise. Maybe I should ask? Nah, that’s stupid. Or whatever, let’s do it.

“Will you let me kiss you?”

I don’t think she’ll let me, but I had to ask. She doesn’t respond. Instead, she leans in closer and her full, soft lips press against mine in a brief kiss punctuated by a flick of the tongue. Abby withdraws, happy with herself. I can’t stop myself this time. I want to kiss her too much. I take the opportunity, risking a slap in the face. I pull her in, wrap an arm around her hips, look straight into her green eyes and dive in, sinking into her full, hot lips. We kiss passionately. Our tongues twist around each other in a fiery dance, as if they’ve done that a thousand times. Everything around us vanishes without a trace. There’s only the two of us. My beauty, and I, the beast. Her kisses are perfection. I wonder who taught her how to do it? My head fills with destructive thoughts, as usual, but I chase them away. This isn’t the time to think about things like that. Now she’s mine. I hug her tighter, and she throws her arms around my neck. Now we’re so close I can nearly feel the beat of her heart. I run my fingers through her hair, and she runs hers across my bald head.

Someone leaves the building again, breaking us up. The moment was too brief. Abbs takes a step back. Vicky returns.

“Hmm… I won’t comment on what I saw. Want me to leave you two alone again?” she asks gaily.

Abby replies first: “No, let’s go to my place, Vicky. Ve was just leaving.”

She leans into my ear and whispers, “You’re a really good kisser. Good night!”

I can’t say a thing. I can’t move a muscle. What is she doing to me? She’s unbelievable. That kiss… I felt as if something took us to another place altogether, somewhere to the stars, where there’s a world inhabited only by me and her. What’s happening to me? I keep repeating that one question.