Chat Room

An online romance becomes sexual.

    You’re so pretty in your pictures.
    Raven blushed as she read the blinking words, pulling her brown hair in a tight ponytail.  What a schmoozer! She sat in her worn computer chair to type.  Thank you, Marcus.  Again.
    You think we could try webcam chat tonight?
    Raven thought for a moment.  They’d done voice chat through MSN, why not try webcam?  Sure.  Just a sec.  Let me hook it up.
    Within moments Marcus appeared on her screen, and Raven assumed, she was on his.
    Wow, Raven.  You’re even prettier now that I can see you better. He smiled at her revealing straight white teeth and a set of the most adorable dimples Raven could remember seeing.
    I bet you say that to all the girls.  Raven typed as she studied him.  Dark, almost buzzed hair, green eyes, hint of a beard--Marcus somehow pulled off a combination of masculine and sexy while still remaining cute.  From Barcelona, she’d met him online in a chat room and they’d quickly hit it off.
    Now, four months later, Marcus was her long distance love.  They chatted by Internet all day, every day.  Raven had her phone set to alert when Marcus sent her a message so she could “talk” to him all day long.  Every free moment. 
    Marcus had surprised her by being everything she’d never known she wanted:  sexy, charismatic, smart, funny.  And most of all, totally into her.
    He was safe, too.  Halfway across the world from her home in Atlanta.  They could interact, bare their souls to each other, without having to worry about losing too much because, after all, they didn’t really know each other.  It was an ideal set up for a commitment-phobe like Raven.
    “Take off your shirt for me.”  Marcus’ voice was rich and deep and only slightly distorted through the computer speakers.
    Whoa.  Raven hadn’t expected that.  She laughed, nervous.  “You take off your shirt instead.”
    She watched, mouth open, as he did just that. 
    Dear God.  His soccer-player body was lithe and lean and rippling with tight muscle.  Well-formed biceps, sculpted shoulders, and firm pecs filled her computer screen.  Raven clamped her mouth shut before she started to drool.  She’d give anything to touch him, pinch his taut nipples and run her fingers through the patch of hair at the center of his chest.
    Her gaze dipped lower.  Taking in his defined abs and noting the treasure trail of dark hair disappearing into the top of his faded jeans, Raven’s breathing was shallow.  Be careful what you wish for . . .
    “Your turn.” 
    Uh-oh.  He hadn’t forgotten her.  “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”  Raven tried to beg off.
    Marcus laughed.  “I happen to think it’s a great idea.”
    “You would.”  Raven sighed, considering.  She’d never done anything like this before. 
    “Chicken,” Marcus teased.  “I dare you.”
    Well, that was that.  Raven was never one to resist a dare.  With one smooth motion, she had her faded Guns ’N Roses t-shirt over her head and off, leaving her clad in only a pink satin bra and her running shorts.
    “The bra comes off too,” Marcus said.
    “Since when are you in charge of the rules?” Raven tried to come across cocky but she knew her face was beet red.
    “Since I can tell you want to show me your tits,” Marcus said, shooting Raven a lazy--and irresistible-- grin.
    Her heart thudded against her ribcage.  Raven wasn’t used to being naked with men. Especially men she’d never met.  She could feel her panties growing damp with desire as she considered his words.  If you’d asked her ten minutes ago if she’d be stripping for a man via webcam she would have said an empthaticHell, no.  But now she was reaching around her back, unclasping the bra.  She leaned forward letting the cups fall away from her breasts, chest touching her knees. 
    “Sit up for me, Raven.”
    If it was possible for her face to become redder, it did at that moment.  But, seriously, what else could she do?  She’d come this far.  She sat up slowly, exposing her breasts to Marcus’ gaze.  She watched him as he looked at her, taking in her small but full breasts and wide pink nipples.  His breath caught.
    “So beautiful, Raven.  Touch them for me.”
    Turned on and beyond the point of arguing, Raven cupped her breasts in her hands, lifting them, bringing them together, letting them drop.
    “I like that,” Marcus said.  “Lick your fingers.”
    She did, circling the moistened fingertips around her nipples until they formed tight peaks.  She squirmed in her chair, her arousal increasing.
    “Good girl,” Marcus said, his voice was a low, almost a purr.  “Now take off your shorts.”
    Oh God.  Part of Raven wanted to refuse and say good night, but the other, naughtier part of her wanted to follow Marcus’ commands.  Naughty Raven won out.  She slipped her hands over her waistband and pulled the shorts down her long legs, kicking them off her feet.  Her white panties were visibly wet in the crotch. 
    “You’re turned on.  That’s excellent,”  Marcus said.  “Take off the panties.”
    This was her last chance to save her dignity, but desire had taken over all rational thought.  Raven slipped out of her panties and sat back in her chair, legs clamped together, but completely naked.  She met Marcus’ gaze and watched his eyes scan her body from head to toe and back again.  She felt a delicious thrill of anticipation and wished, more than anything that he was here with her, holding her, touching her.
    “Part your thighs.”
    It was surreal.  Raven could so not believe she was doing this--honestly, what had gotten into her-- but ever so slowly she inched her thighs apart, opening them, revealing herself completely to his hungry gaze. 
    “Touch yourself.”  His voice was husky now, ratcheting Raven’s desire up another notch.  At this point, she was powerless to disobey him. Raven slipped her fingers between her legs.  Her fingers slipped easily over her slick skin, gliding to her clit and rubbing in small circles.  Watching him watching her get herself off was such a turn on, Raven knew her orgasm was coming within seconds.  She glanced down at herself, watching her fingers work their magic, trying to see what he was seeing.
    When she looked back up, he too was naked.  Raven sucked in a breath at the sight.  He was freaking huge.  She stared.  Marcus had to have the most gorgeous dick she had ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on.  Well, admittedly, she hadn’t seen many, but she had to say that penises were typically pretty funny looking.  But his was amazing.  It wasn’t red, it wasn’t crooked, it wasn’t overly veiny.  It was perfect, smooth and thick. 
    Suddenly Raven felt so frustrated tears pricked at the corner of her eyes.  Damn it.  She wanted to touch him, to lick him, to suck him, and then to fuck him.  She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more.  Horny, with no good way to satisfy herself, Raven plunged her fingers inside her tight pussy, still circling her now throbbing clit with her other hand.  She watched Marcus stroke his cock, faster and faster.  She wanted him inside her so bad and it was so fucking unfair that he was half a continent away.
    She moaned and squirmed,  her orgasm was right there.
    “That’s it, baby.  Let’s come together.”
    She nodded, sweating.  She squeezed her thighs tight and her orgasm hit, wave upon wave of pleasure rocking through her while, on the screen, Marcus groaned and she watched as he came, spurting, his eyes half closed, the pleasure on his face was palpable. 
    As her orgasm subsided, she leaned back in her chair, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.  Silent tears streamed down her cheeks.
    Marcus’ breath was returning to normal.  “What’s wrong babe?”  he said, his brow knit in concern.  “Was that to much for you?”
    She shook her head, and to her dismay, began to sob, her body shuddering.
    “Raven? What is it?”
    “It’s just that . . .,” she began between gulps.
    “It’s just that what?”
    “It’s just so unfair.  I mean, you’re so perfect and I just want to be with you.  Really be with you.”  Raven swiped at her eyes.  “I’m sorry.  I know this is ridiculous.”  Even as she said it, Raven knew that if he were really there, the intimacy might be too much for her.  She might run from him like she did from the others.  The distance was what kept this relationship safe, kept it going.  Still.  She hadn’t expected to feel this intense need for him.
    “Don’t apologize,” Marcus said.  “I’m actually relieved.”
    “Why?”
  “Well,” he said, picking up an envelope.  “Look here.”  He opened it and pulled something out, holding it up to the webcam.  It was a plane ticket from Barcelona to Atlanta.  The date on it was the day after tomorrow. 
    Raven stopped breathing, her whole body went still as she digested this piece of information.  She tensed, waiting for the familiar panic to set in. 
    “I know exactly what you’re thinking, love.  I know you too well,” Marcus said softly.  “You’re not going to let me use this ticket, are you?”
    Raven was silent.  She thought over all their conversations, all the times she’d turned to him, all the times he’d been there for her.  She thought of all the secrets she’d revealed to him, some of them painfully embarrassing.  She thought over what they’d done tonight, how he‘d seen every inch of her body.  So much intimacy between two people who’d never been in the same room together.  So much trust in their interactions. 
    She glanced up at him.  Worry darkened his eyes, but he kept a smile for her, waiting her out.  Would she let him use his ticket?  Could she take the risk with him?
    The answer was clear.
    “Yes,” Raven said, tears shining in her eyes.  “Yes.  But when you get here?”
    “What?” he asked, his smile wide.
    “You’re getting naked first this time.”