“Stupid? Like what?”
“Like meeting someone from online?”
“Of course not.”
“I saw what you told that guy, about wishing you lived closer.”
“Brandon, that’s just Bobby. He’s harmless. Trust me.”
“Do you talk to anyone else?”
“Not like that.”
He nodded. “Ok. But just be careful, alright?”
I smiled. “I always am.”
“Dinner time!” Mom called from the kitchen.
After dinner, I went up to my room to check out my fixed computer. Brandon had done a good job, and I was back in action. I logged onto the chatroom to see if I could find Bobby, but he wasn’t there. I chatted in the group for a while to some of the people I knew, waiting to see if Bobby would show up. I hoped he wasn’t upset because I had dropped off line before. I also hoped that he hadn’t finished jacking off, because I wanted to pick back up where we left off.
As we were chatting, a newbie showed up, named PuckMe. We got guys like this all the time, coming in and trying to meet girls. I got my fair share of private messages from them, asking me to chat privately. I sometimes did, but never took it seriously, because Bobby was my online guy, and we were kind of exclusive.
Sure enough, after several minutes my private message box lit up.
PuckMe› Are you really a rowdy girl?
I just clicked the window closed, not wanting to encourage him. A few minutes later he sent me another message.
PuckMe› Hey why the silent treatment?
I typed in my reply.
RowdyGirl› please leave me alone
PuckMe› Why so hostile?
RowdyGirl› not hostile just don’t feel like talking
PuckMe› Do you like hockey?
RowdyGirl› yes
PuckMe› I play hockey
RowdyGirl› for what team?
PuckMe› My college
RowdyGirl› what position?
PuckMe› Center
RowdyGirl› are you good?
PuckMe› Captain of the team
RowdyGirl› that’s cool
PuckMe› Want to see my picture?
RowdyGirl› sure
PuckMe› Hold on, i’ll message it to you
I watched my inbox, curious about what this guy looked like. Most hockey players I knew were very cute, and had great bods. After about a minute, the light lit up, letting me know a new message was waiting. I clicked it open.
Holy shit, he was fucking gorgeous. Long brown hair and light colored eyes — not sure if they were green or blue — and he was wearing jeans and a gray T-shirt that showed off his muscular chest. He also had a great smile.
RowdyGirl› very nice
PuckMe› You like?
RowdyGirl› me like
PuckMe›:)
RowdyGirl› ur cute
PuckMe› Thanks do you have a photo?
RowdyGirl› yes
PuckMe› Can I see it?
RowdyGirl› it’s two years old
PuckMe› That’s ok
RowdyGirl› ok one sec
I brought up the directory where I kept my photos, and found the one that I had sent Bobby. I thought I looked very cute in it, and also very innocent in my sophomore cheerleading outfit. My long, blonde hair was slightly shorter now, and I had grown another inch in height.
I dragged it onto my private message box, and addressed it to him, then clicked send. After a few seconds he responded.
PuckMe› Whoa! You’re hot!