Sex shop!

I messaged one of my matches, Paul. He wasn't super tall or super buff, but he had a nice face, and when we started sending each other nudes I saw he had a fat, thick cock with gigantic balls. After a little 'warming up' he agreed to head over to my dorm in an hour and drive me to the sex shop. Selling him on going there hadn't been hard; a picture of my pussy, spread wide with one hand and a little message about not having a vibrator fixed it. I told myself I wouldn't fuck him, but even I didn't really believe that; I couldn't imagine letting a monster like that get by without feeling it spread me apart.

I called Thomas, talking with my boyfriend for a little while while I laid outfits on my bed. I laid out my cute lingerie, a lacy pink bra sheer everywhere except the nipples and a matching pink thong, as well as a set of denim shorts and a white tank top that you could just barely see my underwear through. We talked about my project, his classes, and little other things like that. I told him I was about to go get lunch and a present for Casey with a friend and hung up. Throwing on my outfit, I headed out to meet Paul, finding him in a very nondescript grey sedan in my parking lot. He was in jeans and a longsleeve, and when I sat in the passenger seat I noticed how good he smelled too.

"Hi..." He said, a little awkwardly. It seemed like he didn't really know what the protocol was for greeting someone you've only been sending nudes to; I didn't either, and debated what to do, first impressions being important after all.