I became antsy in my seat. We wanted each other.
wlv: What do you like about me?
jrb: where should I begin?
wlv: I’m being serious!
jrb: me too. okay, those lips…mmmm
jrb: those eyes…mmmm
jrb: that pic u sent of those loooooooooooooong legs…mmmm
jrb: and me pullin that hair…
wlv: Ooooh…I’m ready!
jrb: so are we
wlv: can you show him again?
My nipples perked when Beauty looked at me. I inspected him a bit further. Long and solid, he stood at attention. He had a slight curve toward his tip, which would enable him to reach all the right spots. I closed my eyes and simulated hip movements in the chair. I thrust and swirled each time I felt him hit the bottom. I panted and grabbed the sides of the desk when I felt an orgasm approaching. Beauty inside of me would be magnificent.
jrb: what u doin over there?
wlv: Having another moment
jrb: can I come over now?
As bad as I craved Beauty, I wanted our first time to be an experience. They offered to pick me up. To me, it would be like riding in a chariot. Never in my menial existence had a man made me feel special. This man had accomplished that over a couple of months with a keyboard.
wlv: Don’t jump the gun. I want the whole shebang!
jrb: okay, okay. send me an email with the directions and I’ll see u at 6
They logged off before I could send another message. I quickly sent an email with the particulars to my workplace. Then, I ran to my closet and assaulted all of my clothing. I snatched things from every direction in the pursuit of love. When he saw me, Beauty had to sense that I was the thing that they had been missing. He would rise up to greet me and tell me how wonderful he thought I was.
After rummaging through every drawer, closet, and storage bin I had, I decided on a nice knee-length, sheer, lilac slip dress that had a split up the back. A comfort support was sewn in for my breasts, so all I had to wear under it was a thong. They already had unlimited access to my heart, and my body would be no different.
Forty-eight hours stood in between Beauty and me. The majority of the time was spent staring at the computer screen waiting for him. A few times I had the ugly thought of being stood up, but Beauty was a gentleman. Real men never make promises and in reality plan to break your heart. A real man would never present himself to you by putting on a facade. He would never show the type of man he hoped to be, or the man that didn’t have a lineage in his family tree. When you’re on the computer, people do that. I became a bit withdrawn thinking that Beauty belonged on someone else’s body.
The last man I had met over the World Wide Web was a fake in every sense, syllable, and consonant of the word. He told me things that made my values flutter. I changed the outlook I had for my life because of a few emails and messages he sent. He told me he loved me, and that everything that was wrong with my life he would fix. I walked into our relationship with grimy shutters over my eyes. As I cleaned them off bit by bit to see what he really offered, I became disgusted. I had nothing to give to anyone at that point because he had broken me down as low as he was and seemed satisfied that I ran with the same misery he did. The sad thing is he had no Beauty, and a man with Beauty would know how to treat a woman who wanted someone to love.
That Saturday my hours at the publishing company dragged by. For the past two months I had to go in six days a week just to keep up with all the submissions we were receiving. The chief editor had the bright idea of extending the deadline on a new-manuscript contest, and we, the editing paupers, had gotten stuck reading some half-decent work.
I began cleaning and closing up things at 4:30. My cohorts had left at 4:00 so I was alone wandering in my sexual thoughts. At 5:25, I went into the bathroom to refresh and primp. I sprayed my body with an exotic mist. Inhaling it was an aromatic seduction, and tension that had been built trickled away. Hurriedly I left the bathroom, closed and locked up the office, and went and stood outside to await my nightcap.
During one of our conversations he’d told me that they drove a silver Navigator. I saw one coming up the street, and it slowed as it grew closer to me. I watched the vehicle come to a halt and saw the object of my desire get out. This moment happened in slow motion. He grabbed something off the passenger seat, then came around to greet me.
As he extended a bouquet of flowers, his luscious mouth spoke. “Sup, sexy?” Then it broke into a wide grin.
All I could do was breathe.
“You don’t have to speak. I got this.”
He took my hand and led me to the truck. Once I was comfortably seated, he laid the flowers on my lap and closed the door. I was in some sort of mystic trance and didn’t come out of it until I heard the locks click.
“You just sit back and relax. Tonight, the world is yours.” Beauty and his chauffeur pulled off and led me to my fortune.