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An occasional finger in her pussy and even a carrot once, but never a larger view.Many times I wished I could "zoom out" and get a better overall perspective, but Curious never responded to those requests.These communications had become the most exciting and erotic thing I had ever done.One day, as Curious was vividly describing how her pussy was wet to the touch, she said she wished I were there to see it.We never talked much about what was going on in our lives, but rather, about the things we liked and disliked.We shared fantasies and desires and on more than one occasion I would masturbate while we were on line.The best that could happen was that I would get laid, and the worst was I would run her off and go find a hooker for the night. When the door opened, there was this tiny, skinny girl. I was turning away as she said, "Hi, I'm Curious." My mind went blank and my tongue grew thick. It may have been her size that made her look so young, or more likely, her attire.At nine o'clock the next night I was still sitting in my studio room. She wore a short, red pleated skirt and a short sleaved white blouse.
Over the next 3 months we exchanged a variety of photos, but never of anything but our genitals, and in her case, only extreme close-ups.
Her only response was, "If it ends, it ends." The first night at the hotel I lay awake, wondering why I had put myself in this position. " "I guess so," I stuttered, "I'll meet you at the elevator." In a panic I smoothed out the bed and tidied up, then jogged to the elevator foyer.
I finally convinced myself that it really didn't matter. It seemed like it took forever for the elevator to get there, and when the bell from the car behind me dinged, I jumped like a startled mouse. I was looking for a 21 year old, single woman, like the profile described.
The closer it got to convention time, the more I got cold feet.
Several times I reminded her that this meeting might be the end of us.