On with the story!

OK, now that the background information is out of the way, let's get on with it shall we?

Chloé and I started chatting more often, sometimes spending hours on facespace talking about TPE, and our other kinks, and I wasn't really surprised when I realised that I was becoming more and more attracted to her - not just physically, although she was stunning - {if sl_age <= 18}18{else}32{endif} years old, 5'4" (162cm) tall, with gorgeous shoulder-length Brunette hair - but to her personality and intelligence.

I started casually flirting, and dropping innuendos in to the conversation, trying to gauge if she was feeling the same things I was. She was quite flirty back, and I was pretty sure that she liked me too - but I wasn't 100% sure. So I straight-up asked. "Chloé, I'm pretty sure you've figured out that I like you, but, what with you being a chick, and thus confusing and conflicting as fuck, I can't really tell if you like me too, or you're just flirting for the fun of it. Which is it?"

Chloé went quiet for a while, maybe an hour or so, and I couldn't help but think I'd read the situation wrong. But, eventually, she replied to my message:

"I DO like you, Frank, but I also know you've got a girlfriend, and we've only ever spoken on here - hell, we've never even spoken on the phone!" "I'm not one of those girls that'll just casually cyber with some random (or even a friend)! Hell, I don't even like having this sort of conversation with someone when I know they've got a partner!"

I apologised for making her feel uncomfortable, and told her that I just needed to know, so I could figure out where my own head was at with regards to the situation. I also jokingly asked for her phone number so that we could rectify at least one part of her "complaint".

We continued to talk for the next few days, neither of us mentioning that conversation again, until, out of the blue, Chloé gave me her number, and told me she was free all evening if I wanted to give her a call.

I had about 2 hours before I had to meet Jane for dinner, so I called Chloé, and we had a good laugh.

After getting off of the phone, I got changed and met up with Jane for dinner, but I couldn't quite keep my mind from wandering to Chloé, and, obviously, Jane could tell my mind was elsewhere. "What's up, babe? You seem kind of out of it" she asked.