I can't believe we're finally meeting." Yeah. How was your drive?" Good. Long but good. And worth it," I said with a coy smile. "How was yours?" Good....After seeing you walk in," he sighed, "definitely worth it."I giggled, nervously but feeling flattered.The bartender came up and took my drink order."I ordered some appetizers. I hope you don't mind." Not at all, that sounds good."We talked like we had known each other forever. It didn't surprise me. Even when we IM'd it felt like we had known. I worked the toy in and out, like a dildo. I added more lube, then worked it some more, but there wasn't much happening pleasure wise. Sure, it felt different, and not unpleasant, kind of hollow, yet full at the same time, but not very stimulating. My erection had waned a bit, and I was about to write this one down to experience, when I turned the knob at the end, starting the vibrations. This felt ok, and seemed to allow the toy to slide in and out easier. I turned the knob all the way up.. Her hands were trembling, so he put his arm around her shoulders as they got to the top of the stairs."Want me to go get you something to drink?" he asked, trying to keep his tone soothing and normal while he raged inside."I'll come with you," Jillian said as she glanced back down the stairs.Zach led her to the bar where he'd ordered their first drinks and eased through the crowd to get the bartender's attention. Jillian clutched at his hand like she was afraid he'd slip away.The cute girl. "Is it alright to call you Berthold? I am Kamilla, by the way. You see, to understand Karla you have to know about her parents."They are the most bigoted people you could fear to meet. Narrow-minded doesn't even come close. Their weird little church group takes the prize for being the exact opposite of the happy-clapper freaks we seem to grow by the bushel hereabouts. Thou shalt not do this, that or the other. Their lives are a rigid continuation of boring rituals at their dank chapel. Joyless.