With every blow of the wind the rain hits my face. I’m not even halfway there and my jeans are already soaked. Just imagine what my hair looks like! Pfft… all that on a Monday morning! I’m going to be soaked during German class. Oh, it’s my own fault. I should have gotten out of bed earlier, so that I had some time look for my rain-coat. But oh no, I had to sharpen up my morning record. That happens a lot more, recently. And it has nothing to do with the fact that it’s still dark when the alarm goes of. No, it’s more because of Sailor, as he calls himself. Ever since I met him on the net, I can’t sleep any more. We talk til late in the evening and once we say our goodbye’s, I’ll stare at the ceiling for hours. Then I relive the conversation…
Last night was pretty hot again. After talking about the weekend for half an hour, Sailor carefully asked: “Are you alone in your room?” I was waiting for that question. Cause what he really wanted to know was if i was in the mood for sex… Cybersex. I was in the mood. I’m always in the mood for cybersex when I’m talking to Sailor. So I replied: “Yes, and I’ve just taken a shower.
I’m completely naked underneath my bathrobe…” Sailor: “Close your eyes, and pretend I’m behind you. I let your robe slide off your shoulders and kiss your neck. My hands find your breasts and caress your hard nipples.” With red cheeks I reply: “I turn around and start kissing you passionately. With my right hand I open your pants. I push them down, together with your boxers. And I grab your hard member…” Sailor continues: “While your hand starts moving back and forth, I massage your butt. Then I push you on the bed and climb on top of you.” And it went on like that. Until we discussed every position…
I stuff my bike between two others and walk towards my class. When I enter classroom my best friend, Laura, disapprovingly looks at me. “Try wearing a rain-coat next time.” The rest of our class turn their heads towards me. Including John and Bo, who are laughing. “Nice hair do Mar!”
John laughs. “Looks good on you, that drowned cat look!” Fortunately Herr Zweinsteiger, the guy that’s trying to teach us the German language, walks in. “Gutenmorgen Kinder!” he says. While I sit down and grab my books, I wonder why John is always picking on me. There are at least three other classmates that look like shit, but he’s always making fun of me. He does it a lot. Does he really dislike me that much? Or does he know I have a secret crush on him? I decide not to stare at him that much during class anymore. After an hour of German and a boring History class, a 15 minute break arrives. I hurry to the computers, surf to the chatterbox and log in with my nickname, Pretty Lady.
With a pounding heart I’m looking for his name. Before I find him, he has already found me. “Hey Beautiful.” It’s Sailor. “I’ve been dreaming about you all night.” I type back: “Me too. I love to talk to you. It’s like I’ve known you for years.” “I feel the same way.” Sailor continues. “That’s why I finally want to meet you. I want to know how cute, fun and hot you are in real life. How bout this afternoon?” I’m startled.
He wants to meet… Of course I have thought about it myself, but I never seriously considered it. It kind of scares me. He knows things about me that Laura doesn’t even know. And what if he’s some creep? But on the other hand… What if Sailor is as cute and hot as he seems? Then it could be really, really great. “Okay, where do we meet?” When we’ve set the date, I try to leave the room unnoticed. “Hey Mar. Went to the chatterbox again?” I hear behind me. It’s John. “It’s way better than checking porn sites,” I snort. Yes! Finally I’ve got the guts to say something.
Maybe it’s because I’ve got a date with my Internet lover. With a little luck, Sailor will be my real life lover. We’re gonna meet in the park at four. He agreed to meet at the park right away, but he didn’t want to tell me where he lives. I think it’s strange, so I decide to tell Laura about my date with my Internet lover. What if Sailor is a 44-year old creep that wants to lock me up in a cage underneath his house? The last class seems to last forever. While my nerves go ballistic! It’s really gonna happen? I’m gonna meet him. In my fantasies I know exactly how he looks, but I don’t have the slightest clue if it’s anywhere near reality.
We’ve never exchanged pictures or anything. Of course I hope he looks the way he looks in my fantasies: Dark hair, blue eyes and a wonderful body… I try to get rid of that thought. If I’m expecting a hunk, I can only get disappointed. “Triiiiiing!” The bell. I look at Laura. “It’s time,” she says. “You coming?” Laura seems more nervous than me. After I asked her to come with me, she’s been asking questions about my date.
How long I’ve been chatting with him online… if I really don’t know what he looks like… if I’m in love with him. I’m walking right behind her, out of the classroom. On to the park. At four I walk over to the little porch. I hide in there because it’s still raining. I sit down on the bench and look towards the bus stop, next to the road where Laura is hiding out.
My heart is pounding in my throat. Suddenly I see someone appear from behind city-hall. With a hat on for the rain, and big steps, he approaches me. Laura can’t recognise him from that distance, but I can… Oh my god, it’s… It’s John! Shit, I think. What is he doing here? When he’s two meters away I see he has recognised me too. “Marlena? What are you doing here?” “I could ask you the same thing. I’m meeting someone,” I tell him. “Me too. Wait a minute… You’re Pretty Lady?”
My heart stops pounding. “Yeah, I am. You’re Sailor?” I ask carefully. This can’t be true. But it is. “Yep, that’s me,” he answers with a sly smile. Because I don’t want Laura to know who my Internet lover appears to be, I put my thumb up. Relieved I see her get on the first bus. Now we’re all alone. “So I’ve been chatting with you the whole time?” I just can’t believe it. I’ve had cyber-sex with John, the guy I’ve been in love with since the beginning of the school year.
Apparently John realises the same thing, because despite the cold, his cheeks turn red. “So we’ve um you know… had naughty chats…” I nod and feel more comfortable knowing that John is just as nervous as I am. “You know,” he starts quietly as he sits next to me. “I’m actually very glad you’re Pretty Lady. Because you’re exactly as I thought you’d be. Hot, sweet and cute.” I blink my eyes. “But you can’t stand me in class!” I exclaim, honestly surprised. “It just looks that way.” John grabs my shaking hands. “Mar, I’m crazy in love with you.”
When John and I leave the porch, I notice that it has stopped raining. Could it mean something? “Where are we going?” I ask. “You’ll see.” My god, he’s so hot! I pinch myself hard on my arm. This isn’t another dream, is it? “We’re almost there.” When the bushes and the trees stop, a big lake appears. Then I see where he’s taking me… the covered wharf. “No one ever comes here around this time of day,” he says, caressing my face. “You don’t know how beautiful you are.” I feel his lips on mine. I open my mouth and search for his tongue. Oh, this feels good.
He stops and teasingly asks, “Pretty Lady, are you alone in your room?” I answer him by kissing him passionately, and looking forward to what’s coming. John gently lays me down on my back on the wharf and finds my bare skin with his hands. When his cold hands touch my stomach, a chill runs up my spine. His fingers find my breasts and I close my eyes as he is massaging my nipples. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long,” he whispers in my ear, as his hands move south. John looks at me when his hands reach my jeans.
After a approving smile, he opens my buttons in one swift movement. A little later I feel his tongue slide over my most sensitive spot. “Mmm,” I moan. Slowly I start to move my hips to his rhythm, til my body explodes and I experience a mind-blowing orgasm. When I’ve caught my breath I look up at John and see the swelling in his pants. “Did you bring something?” He nods and rummages through his backpack.
Then he pushes me down, and whispers, “I want you.” I spread my legs, close my eyes and feel how he enters me. It feels like we’ve been doing this for years. Very slowly he starts to move back and forth, but we can’t hold on to that rhythm. He moves quicker in and out of me with every thrust. While he lowers his head towards my neck, I hear him moan, “I’m coooming!”
We lay entangled in each others arms, til I get a little cold. “John?” I start carefully “What now?” “Stay like this for a little while longer. I want this moment to last for hours,” he answers sweetly. “Don’t worry,” I say, resting my head on his chest. “We’re gonna have many more of these moments…”
THE END
The Jarlena Journal 