When Emily’s boyfriend cancels their date—again—she tells him they are through. But Emily is horny, and turns to her online guy friend, Dale, who offers to fulfill her biggest fantasy. She strips naked and kneels on her bed, waiting in the dark for Dale to steal in and take her.
But Emily has a really big surprise in store for her—can Emily handle having all her fantasies come true in one shocking, sizzling night?
A sexy short story of 3,323 words.
She picked up her cell phone to check the time and noticed the new text from Brandon.
Cant make it. Flat tire. Sorry. Will make it up 2 u.
Her fingers flew as she typed her irate response.
Dont bother asshole. Flat tires make u late, not cancel. We r thru.
She yanked her computer chair out and sat down. She really couldn’t believe this. As soon as she logged into Facebook a message popped up.
Hey sweetie. I thought you had a big date tonight.
It was Dale. He was just an online friend, but he was someone she talked to a lot. She’d been gushing about her date tonight.
Hey. He cancelled again. He’s history.
Aww, I’m sorry, baby, he wrote back.
It’s okay. I don’t care about him. It would have been over soon anyway. It’s just…she paused, her fingers poised over the keyboard.
Just what? You know you can tell me anything.
She did know that. She had done that. They chatted every time she logged on, and she had told him all about herself. He loved to talk sex, and she’d talked about all of her secret fantasies. She’d even griped about what she didn’t like about Brandon.
I’m just so horny. I don’t want another night of using my vibrator. It’s just not the same!
I hate going to bars and picking up random men, but I’ve been wet all day thinking about this!
Em, I know you’ve been reluctant to meet, mostly cuz of Brandon. He’s out of the picture now. We live in the same town. Let me come over. Pick your biggest fantasy, and I promise, I’ll make it come true.
She sat for a minute staring at the words. She had never met a guy from online before. They’d become friends because they’d gone to the same high school ten years apart. He didn’t even have a picture up online.
I don’t know…she typed.
You know that fantasy you talked about where you get fucked by some man that you’ve never even seen? I will call when I’m in front of your place and let the phone ring twice. You unlock the door, and go in your room. Shut off all lights. Wait for me on your hands and knees on your bed.
She felt a chill run down her spine. Her body flushed with cold dread and the searing heat of arousal. Her fingers hung in the air over her keyboard.
Yes. Okay. Let’s do it. She typed the words in a rush. Hesitated. Then punched the “enter” key.
The three seconds she waited for his response seemed like an eternity.
I’m on my way.
She stood up and closed her laptop. She couldn’t believe she’d agreed to this. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation. Yeah, she was doing this. She’d never been hornier in her life.
She went into her room and got her vibrator out, placing it on the pillow. She’d told him that she’d always dreamed of a guy using a vibrator on her between rounds. She knew Dale would do it. He was just that kind of guy.
She and Dale had been talking online for about six months. She was 21, and he was 31. She knew what high school he went to and that he lived in an apartment in a nearby suburb. That was about it. He didn’t even have a picture up on his Facebook profile. Right now she didn’t care. If he had the requisite body parts, he was in. All the way in.
She looked around to make sure everything was neat. Not that a guy coming for a booty call would care, but she did. She didn’t want anyone seeing her apartment s
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Published April 15, 2013
by Sextreme Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.