Met a gal from MySpace

You're in college, and you're not terribly popular. You always hear about that crazy college life of nonstop sex, drinking, and , but you've yet to experience any of those things where you go. Hell, everyone seems so to stick to any plans that you find it hard to even make friends here; everyone's just like, "Dude, we gotta hang out sometime," and then when you actually try, they're never availible. As a result your college life basically boils down to one homework assignment after another.

You're on MySpace when it happens; you feel a bit dorky for having one, but when you made it you figured it might help make you some more contacts. Well, that's what you always hoped. You didn't really expect it to happen. After all, everybody on the internet was either a loser, a stalker, or a pedophile, right?

Suddenly you get a new message. You click to see who it's from, expecting it to be spam; you've been getting a LOT of spam messages from bots telling you to click on adult webcam scam sites. When you see who sent it, though, you're not sure what to think. Her display name is "Vivienne"; in her picture, she is beautiful. Extremely beautiful.

"Hello there," says the subject line. You click, reading the rest of the message:

"Hi there! I'm Vivienne; you don't know me, I just stumbled upon your profile, and I think we have a lot in common. You have REALLY awesome taste in music. So, check out my profile and pictures, and write back. :) Hope to hear from you."

You do look at her profile; it's one of those extremely pretty, well designed profiles with a lot of text that you can actually read--usually made by people who have no life. You can't deny you're interested, though; you DO have a lot in common, and when you click to see the rest of her pictures you can't help but be turned on. She's just so damn hot. Her face is beautiful; her long, flowing hair goes all the way down to her butt; and her body is that wonderful-but-oh-so-rare combination of slender and buxom. She has all the right curves in all the right places; in some of her pictures she's standing sideways in a seductive pose, making it easy to see how large her breasts are. You think they must be F cups.

She doesn't go to your college, but she does live in the same city. Best of all, her status is "Single."

You write back quickly, awaiting her response. Her response comes in about ten minutes; either she really DOES have no life or she was eagerly awaiting your response.

You start talking on Instant Messaging. At first, everything is innocent. You talk in greater detail about music, movies, video games, your life stories. The two of you talk every night for a week.

"How can you be single?" you ask at one point.

"How can YOU?" she writes back.

"I dunno. People here just aren't very social. Anyway I just don't like too many girls here."

"I don't like too many guys here." She pauses. "I get a lot of creepy picture comments from dudes who stumble upon my profile. Saying they'd like to tittyfuck me and stuff."

"Hah," you say. You're thinking a lot more than that, though.

"I mean I'd like to try tittyfucking at some point. I love my boobs. They're just so fucking huge, so soft and jiggly. I like it when other girls have big boobs, too. It's just creepy to hear from guys I don't even know. I'm not a slut, John. I'd only want sex with a guy I actually liked."

"Ah," you say. "I see."

"That said," she continues, "if I DO like a guy and he loves me for more than my body...then I'll want to fuck him senseless...very, very frequently. I tired out my last boyfriend." She presses enter, then starts the next message: "truthfully I'm an extremely horny girl. I'm always masturbating. I want sex all the time. but not just any sex. I want sex with a guy I really, really like. I tried to be promiscuous and it just wasn't as good. I want that emotional attachment. it turns me on."

"That's cool," you say. "So are there any guys you do like like that?"

"You XD"

"Hahah. Um...that's awesome." You feel exceedingly dorky right then but you don't know what else to say. "I really like you too. You're awesome and super hot."

"From the first time I saw your profile I wanted to seduce you," she says. "Wanted to make you want me. For the past week every time I masturbated I was thinking of making love to you...kissing you...caressing you...fucking you...rubbing my breasts against your chest. Just thinking about it makes me horny, makes my tits hard."

"Do you want to cyber?" you ask.

"No," she types. "Let's go out on a date, John. Let's meet up. Then I want seeeeeexxxxx XD"

~~

You do meet up the very next day. You're meeting her beside a fountain. You get there early, thinking that it's the gentlemanly thing to do. You even bring flowers. You sit there for a while, looking for her...and when the time finally comes, you see her. Your jaw drops.