Who would have thought that a simple chat can turn into something more.
They chatted for two months until they decided to meet in real life. Virtual life got boring and they just wanted to be around, look into real eyes and talk, hearing a voice.
Arriving in her city, he was somewhat amazed by what he saw. She walked towards him along with their friends from the chat. There was something different about her. Her photographs, compared to the real one, were a pitiful imitation of herself. She was beautiful! Before the pain in his temples, he knew that he was in trouble.
Having paid for the rented apartment, which she had agreed in advance, and sitting on the sofa in the hall, they talked and talked as if this conversation was the very first. Their meeting was to be the first and last. Nobody made plans for the future. It would seem that during the day spent together in the chat, there was nothing to talk about, but topics for conversation kept appearing and appearing...
Under the giggles of friends, they ran into the room, where he simply threw her on the bed, showering her with kisses. He didn't feel any resistance, quite the opposite. Thoughts flew through her head like fireballs. She understood that she wanted to live this one day as if it were her whole life. He kissed her neck, shoulders, chest. Her hands slid over her body so quickly that she didn't even notice how she was completely naked.
The conversation and laughter of friends could be heard in the next room, and a passionate silence reigned in the room. He calmly settled down between her legs, looking into her eyes with a silent question: does she really want this!? The silence and the supple body spoke for itself. He didn't hesitate.
The desire to possess her was too great. As he entered, a shadow covered his eyes. There was a strange feeling that he was doing it for the first time. As for the first time, bells rang in my head! As if for the first time, a voice whispered in my head, telling me what to do and at what moment. As if for the first time, his body convulsed with fear that he would screw up. He slowly and gently made her believe that no one but him could give her such pleasure. In confirmation of his actions, he heard her hoarse moan. He felt her hands on his back, which pulled him to her, demanding to continue and speed up the rhythm. He was so focused not to miss the wave of pleasure that both of them got dizzy!
In the next room, the conversations were getting louder. She scratched his back and ran her hand through his hair. Everything was somehow strange. Her body moved in time with his movements, her lower abdomen was torn by thousands of needles of desire! His hands held her body, afraid to miss. It was one piece! And there was no desire to let each other go. Orgasm hit them like an invisible tsunami. For a while they lay and simply remained silent with their eyes closed. There was really nothing to talk about. Hand in hand, her head on his shoulder, the ragged breathing and the sound of hearts, identical to the roar of drums, spoke for them.
None of their friends dared to disturb them, placing bets on who they would come out of this room after all?! Husband and wife? Or is it friends?
It was getting dark outside, and the lovers were still lying in bed, and the silence was broken only by his hoarse voice, whispering: "Marry me ...".