Now she relaxed some and tried to lay still, though still crying and gasping. She was going to get fucked, nothing that bad really, she liked to get f...cked, just usually not like this. She only whimpered a little when I pulled her over to the side of the bed and let her legs dangle off, just far enough that her toes barely touched the floor. Next I yanked the belt tight again and told her to spread her legs. She immediately obeyed, desperate for breath, and when I let her inhale again her. I reason with myself that everything will be OK because we have had such great conversations online. What could possibly go wrong?But that’s part of the problem, isn’t it? Peoples personas online can be so different. I mean, some people are the same no matter what, but others can be braver, more outgoing when there’s no chance of having that face-to-face meeting.As funny as it sounds, I do hope she’s a normal person. My head fills with all manner of thoughts and I find myself staring into space. After what was only about thirty seconds I started getting quite nervous and shot back down the steps sure that I had heard someone. That evening lying in bed still charged from the adrenalin, I decided that I definitely had to do that again. The next afternoon I walked around the back yard (clothed) to look for safe areas where I was sure no one could see me. I figured if I got nervous again that I could move to one of those areas and feel safe. I even decided to leave a t-shirt and shorts in. I went to sleep as soon as I got back here." Now I felt like an idiot. I was glad he hadn't been ignoring me but that wasn't the real reason I called him. "It's alright dear. I haven't been doing much anyway. Did your roommate believe you were with your girlfriend?" "I think so. We've known each other for years so he would know if I was lying or not." "Oh, that's good. Are you free tonight? I'd like to talk to you about something." "I'm free. What's up?" "It's better if we do this in person. I.