Cait’s hands shook as she typed.
Loverlady214: I just finished my yoga class.
Hotguy344: Did you shower? I like to picture you in the shower.
Loverlady214: Yes.
Hotguy344: Are you naked?
Loverlady214: I’m wrapped in a towel.
Hotguy344: Umm, I like that picture even more. Would you take the towel off for me?
Cait found herself looking down. When she and Hotguy344 had chatted before, he’d described himself: twenty-eight, muscular, with shaggy brown hair and deep blue eyes. Was that what he truly looked like? Probably not, but she didn’t care. After all, she’d taken ten years off and told him she was twenty-five with long, ebony hair. She’d always wanted to be a brunette so she’d described herself that way. On the ’Net, she could be anyone she wanted to be. As she typed she pictured Hotguy as he’d described himself. Who cared who he really was?
Loverlady214: Sure baby. I’m taking the towel off now.
Cait stood and removed the towel. Her well-toned body trembled with expectation. She resisted the temptation to touch herself. She’d let it all wait. After all, anticipation was the best part.
Hotguy344: Did you get the camera? You know how much I want to see you, in person, while you take pleasure.
Last time they had chatted, Hotguy344 had suggested that she get a digital camera and attach it to her computer so they could see each other as they played. Hot chatting with a camera on each person would make it so much better. At first she’d worried about him recognizing her somehow, but the odds that Hotguy or anyone else came from this little Hudson River town built around a train station were minimal. And wouldn’t the risk make it sweeter?
She hadn’t yet figured out a good story to tell Logan about getting a camera. Why would she need one? Maybe to talk to her parents and his. Yeah, that might work. He’d always wanted her to get closer to his folks, and since they lived in the city, that hook might just work.
She’d have to tell Hotguy344 what she really looked like before he saw her, of course, but he’d understand. Anyway, she’d keep the camera pointed at her torso, with her head in shadows.
Loverlady214: Soon I hope.
Hotguy344: I can’t wait. I want to be able to see you and watch what you do while we’re talking.
Loverlady214: Me too.
Hotguy344: Thinking about me watching you is getting you hot, isn’t it?
Loverlady214: Yes.
Hotguy344: Tell me how hot.
Loverlady214: My pussy is dripping.
Hotguy344: And your nipples?
Loverlady214: So tight. What about you? Are you naked?
Hotguy344: Of course.
Loverlady214: Hot?
Hotguy344: My cock started to swell when I saw your name appear in the room.
Loverlady214: Are you touching it?
Hotguy344: Not yet. I want to do it with you.
Loverlady214: Okay ==> sliding my palm over my nipples.
Hotguy344: ==> Holding my cock and sliding my hand up and down.
Loverlady214: Make it wet.
Hotguy344: ==> filling my hand with slippery stuff, typing onehanded.
Loverlady214: ==> touching my pussy. Its really wet. Feels gooddd.
Hotguy344: Push your fingers inside.
Cait rubbed her slippery fingers over her clit, then pushed two inside her channel. She too was typing one-handed, so the conversation got much slower. She was used to that and it increased both her excitement and her anticipation.
Loverlady214: So hot.
Hotguy344: Me too, getting closer.
Cait laughed. He was so easy. He usually came before she did but today she was ready really quickly. It was amazing to her. After she refused to continue trying to conceive, sex with Logan had quickly dwindled until it became nonexistent, and she had been getting more and more frustrated. At first, the idea of hot chatting on the Internet at all seemed silly to her, but she’d been so desperately bored one afternoon that, with no idea how to find an erotic chat room, she’d clicked over from a truly tedious recipe site to the chat room area. She’d done what someone had called lurking, just watching the conversations, and had been bored silly. TV shows and movies, diets and lawn care. She’d bounced from one to another. Then, in a Let’s Talk About Texas room, one person had asked another to click over to Paul’s Place. Curious and hopeful, she’d clicked over, too. She knew better than to use her own name so she selected the screen name Sheraton35 after her street and her age.
It had been deliciously embarrassing. The people were talking openly about sex. Positions, lubes, sex toys. Using words like pussy, cock, snatch, and fucking. Over and over, couples—at least she assumed they were couples—disappeared to private rooms. The idea of being “alone” in cyberspace with some guy was surprisingly exciting. Anonymous sex. Then a guy named SuperStud333 had sent her a message.
SuperStud333: Sheraton35. M/F?
Sheraton35: I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re asking.
SuperStud333: You must be new at this. Male or female? I can’t tell from your screen name.
Sheraton35: Female
That was how it had begun. She’d selected a new screen name that said she was female and that she was interested. Loverlady. When she couldn’t have that one because someone else was already using it, she added her house number, 214, and that name was accepted by the system. Then she began to sign on more and more often.
Reading Hotguy344’s messages, Cait was breathing as if she’d run a mile and her pulse was pounding in her ears. She rubbed her pussy, feeling her clit get more and more prominent.
Loverlady214: getting closer you
Hotguy344: yeah
Hotguy344: yeah
Hotguy344: going to come
Cait realized that she was close also and just typed:
Loverlady214: Yes Yes Yes
She came, as she usually did, hard and fast. She heard her moans as her body spasmed over and over. When she could think again, she typed:
Loverlady214: Came…very good
Hotguy344: Now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She’d helped him come and it was a gas. She got almost as much enjoyment from the fact that she’d been partly responsible for Hotguy344’s orgasm. She wasn’t a total loser the way she felt she was with Logan.
Loverlady214: Great feeling good gonna run now.
Hotguy344: Okay. Next time, camera, and stay longer.
She quickly signed off and took another shower. Then she found the green dress Logan wanted her to wear and spread it out on the bed. “Okay,” she said aloud, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear. “Now I’m ready for anything.”
Chapter
3
Nice women, Angie thought as she climbed into her five-year-old Ford and thought, for the hundredth time, how much she and Tony needed a larger car. She’d been watching ads on TV and, knowing that the babies’ two car seats took up the entire back, almost drooled at the seven-passenger vans. Of course, with only two children, she and Tony could manage but if there were more, well…She’d always wanted lots of kids, and when she got pregnant, she’d dreamed of three or four, spaced a convenient two or three