Bella
PS—I did. But unlike the ‘Bella’ in the book, I wouldn’t let you pull me away until you came. And I’d definitely swallow.
PSS—Your picture made me even wetter than your scene. If things were different, I’d ask you if I could ride it…
I hit ‘send’ before I could fully think things through, and sucked in a breath.
Sitting up, I put aside my vibrator and climbed out of the tub. Quickly wrapping myself in a robe, I took a few deep breaths and thought of ways to steer our conversation back into the friend zone. Now.
Letter Topic: ANYWAY…How’s Your Week going?
Dear Ryan,
Have you read any more self-help books lately? I downloaded The Power of Habit and Relentless the other day, and have managed to read a few chapters of each so far. I think I could really use a new one for whenever I’m finished.
Bella
Letter Topic: Re: Re: You’re welcome
Dear Bella,
I’m not opening that “Anyway” message.
I think we should meet in person.
Ryan
Letter Topic: Re: Re: Re: You’re welcome
Dear Ryan,
I thought we were ‘digital friends’ only.
I still have a book to finish.
Bella
Letter Topic: Re: Re: Re: Re: You’re welcome
Dear Bella,
That status changed once you told me that you wrote a scene about me fucking you.
It doesn’t have to be an extended meetup.
No, you don’t have a book to finish.
I just finished it for you.
Ryan
Letter Topic: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: You’re welcome
Dear Ryan,
(It wasn’t really you. Just characters who meet online and share our names and a few similarities.)
If I was interested (and had no second thoughts), when would you want to meet? & for how long?
Bella
Letter Topic: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: You’re welcome
Dear Bella,
(You copied and pasted some of our real letters into the damn book.)
This weekend. For only a day, if you’re not attracted to me, a full week if you are…
How about we do things this way: You’ll fly out to me this Saturday. I’ll meet you in the Executive Transportation Zone, and we’ll go out to dinner.
If you want, we’ll go back to my place and figure out the rest of the week together. If not, I’ll pay for your hotel room and take you back to the airport the following day.
Let me know if you still have any second thoughts.
Ryan
I didn’t answer him.
SEVEN
Ryan/Dane
My inbox remained silent without a message from Bella for over an hour. My cock was still rock hard from reading her words about swallowing, and I needed her to confirm that she would fly to me, or we were going to have some problems.
I didn’t believe that she was a fraud in the slightest, and regardless of whether we ended up being attracted to each other, it was far past time for us to meet in person. Our previous agreement, be damned.
I refreshed the app a few more times and walked outside to my balcony to drink and reread our recent messages.
By the time I finished, she finally responded.
Letter Topic: On Second Thoughts/Meeting You
Dear Ryan,
The terms for coming to see you this Saturday sound more than fair.
I’ll purchase my flight tomorrow, but I need to know which airport. (You live in Washington State correct?)
Bella
PS—Since you were so generous and shared a picture of yourself, I’m attaching mine.
I opened her attachment and felt my cock stiffen all over again.
Her legs were spread wide under a bright red skirt, and two of her fingers were holding her dripping wet pussy lips open—giving me the perfect view of where I wanted to slide my tongue.
I immediately regretted asking her to fly to me. I should’ve offered to fly to her, and I would’ve hopped on a fucking plane tonight.
Fuck…
Letter Topic: Re: Second Thoughts/Meeting You
Dear Bella,
Fly into Spokane International.
Make it Friday.
Ryan
EIGHT
Bella/Christina
I can’t believe my horniness coaxed me into a last-minute trip to the West Coast…
I didn’t have enough money to afford it at all, and I knew damn well that not showing up wasn’t an option. Knowing Ryan, he’d probably cease all communication and insist that I was a bot.
“You want to borrow how much money from me?” Daniella snapped her fingers in front of my face, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Two thousand four hundred and twenty-six dollars,” I said. “Oh, and sixty-eight cents. It’s just until I get paid at the end of the month.”
“That’s a shit ton of money, Christina.” She sighed. “I’m already skating on thin ice this month. Is this for an emergency?”
“Does the potential to finally get laid count as an emergency?”
“Ugh. No.” She gave me a blank stare. “What’s it for?”
“Promise not to judge me first.”
“Too late.”
“It’s for a flight to meet Ryan,” I said. “We’re finally going to meet each other in person.”
“Oh, wow. Really?” She shook her head. “I mean, what the hell? I’m not funding a trip for a booty call with a stranger, especially not at that price. Does he live overseas or something?”