My internet friend, continued

For the sake of this blog, my friends name is Jasmine. She is 29 year old divorcee lesbian. To hear her story, her ex cheated on her with a co-worker/mutual friend. The friend let is slip at a party where she was too drunk and stoned to realize who she was telling it to so Jasmine plotted to get his ass back. She knew this "other woman" was a skank bisexual and even though she had everything planned out to get her in the sack, she didn't realize it would be as simple as getting the bitch drunk and just plain asking. Her husband was on a hunting trip, so she had the house to herself. She brought her home, gave her some more wine, and then in plain view of her, set up his high-dollar video camera and pointed it right at the couch. Her and this chick started going at it (one of his biggest fantasies) and started getting freaky. Then, to top it all off, she had this other chick fuck her in the ass with a dildo (another fantasy of his that she would never succumb to). By the time she booted the drunk chick from her house, they had gone at it for a good two hours. She woke up the next morning, went and rented the biggest Uhaul truck she could, and cleaned out the entire house with the help of her brothers, and left him only his clothes. (A woman scorned huh?) She left the tape of her and the other woman with a note saying that if you can fuck her, I can too. Here is what you missed........and left him the tape.

Jasmine is also pretty well off(her words). Her grandfather owned a trucking company that run 100 or more trucks over the United States. When he died (she was pretty young), he left the company to her dad and his liquid assets to his granddaughters (she has one sister). The money grew over through the years, and when she turned 21, got a "shitload" of money. Her dad sold his trucking company to a much bigger trucking company, and his daughters each got 5% of the selloff money, which was even a bigger "shitload" of money. Her husband didn't get a nickel of her money when they divorced.

So after her tryst with the skank, she started exploring different aspects of her life. She sold the house that her and her husband shared, and had a new house built in Sandy. She started going out to clubs, and hooking up with random men and women, trying to fill some sort of void she thought she had. After a year of being stupid, she met 40something woman who she fell in love with. 2 months after the woman moved in with her, she got in a car accident in Park City and was killed.

So, now that you know a bit more about her, lets move in to the present.

The thought has crossed my mind more than once that all of this sounded too good to be true. I never did say what happened to Michelle, but she was another "too good to be true" girl. We are still friends, but even in the quasi-relationship that we had, she was too much. Jasmine seemed to have everything going for her, she was beautiful, had money, had a house, had a job, had a little of everything. But I really only had the time to think about this stuff when we weren't chatting.  But, once again, I just went with it.

So I get a call Thursday evening and she says that instead of her coming to me, I should come to her. And really, that does make sense. I like in a little Po-Dunk town, and she lives in Salt Lake City. It did raise some red flags, and I didn't have the time to spend money on a hotel, or the gas to get there. I tell her as much and she said that she has the hotel room taken care of, and she says that if I have the money to get down there, she will reimburse me for the gas. So I am sitting there thinking, why is she going to pay for everything, why is she going to give me gas money, why is she going to....................FUCK! I GOTTA STOP DOING THAT!  So, yeah, I went. I'm not exactly broke. My car is paid for, my rent is paid, I have money in the bank, but I only make $279 a week. I had the gas money. But if Jasmine wants to pay, let her pay.

Before I go to Salt Lake on Friday afternoon, I run in to Fred Myers to get some contact solution and to see if they have any cute bra and pantie sets. (Fred Myers is close to my work, that's the only reason I go in to the overpriced place). I parked at the wrong end, and I have to walk by the electronics department on my way to the clothes. Sitting on a table were some GPS's on clearance. $59 and some change for a TOMTOM 1. It's pretty cool. I don't know Salt Lake at all, so for $60 I won't get lost. Anyways, I find 2 bra/pantie sets, get my contact solution, and end up getting some concealer, some new powder hair stuff and 5 bottles of Sobe that were on sale. By the time I got out of there, I was in to that place for more than a $100.00.

I run home, grab my bag, plug in my GPS (play with that for 10-15 minutes before I figure it out), and run to Maverik to fill up before I leave town.

I call her when my GPS says I am half an hour away from my destination and she tells me she will meet me at the hotel. It is 6:30ish when I pull in to the parking lot. My heart was beating faster than it should, and my entire body was shaking. I wasn't ready for this. I keep a pack of cigarettes in the glove box, and pulled out the parking lot and lit one up. I was halfway in to it before I remembered that cigarettes make you stink. But I already stank, and finished the cigarette. I pulled over in to a parking lot, sprayed on some perfume, freshened my makeup, swished with some Listerine, got back in the car, and started over.

I found a parking spot really close to the entrance, and as I got out of my car, I saw her walking towards me. She was absolutely stunning. You can't tell how tall a person is from a webcam, and now that she is walking towards me, I realize that she is 6-7 inches taller than me. Okay, yeah, pretty much everyone is taller than me, but somehow she was different. I mean, she wasn't different, but I felt different about her being taller than me.  It's hard to explain.

So, as she is walking towards me, she says "Samantha?"
And what do I say? "Yep, the one and only." Yeah, I really said Yep!
We hugged and she smelled like Victoria Secret Love Spell. At that moment, that was the most wonderful scent I had ever smelled in my life. We had it planned that as soon as we saw each other, we would kiss, but I had forgotten about that for the moment. She hadn't. She lifted up my chin with one hand and planted a huge kiss on me. The peck turned in to a full on, get a fucking room, mormons are staring, make me instantly wet kind of kiss. I was pinned against the tailgate of my truck and we were totally going at it in the hotel parking lot.

I will write more later today if I can.

Kisses

I wasn't going to post anymore, but shit changes

For anyone that follows my stumbleupon thingy, whatever the fuck it is, I said I wasn't going to do anymore blogging on here, or on there or whatever.........I have had a shitty couple of months. I have been severely depressed, I lost one of my jobs, blah blah blah.........Yeah, whatever. I still see all my friends, but most of them stay away from me when I am in my funk. I am slowly getting out of it, but I go through points in my life where I get like this. So anyways..................

About a month ago, I met a girl online. It wasn't a dating site or anything like that, but I will just say we met online. So, we start talking a little, mostly small talk, and a lot of sexual talk. I already know she is a lesbian, and she knows that I am a confused, depressed bisexual. We don't talk every day, but when we do, we chat for hours, sometimes deep in to the night. She sends me a few pictures, and I send her a few. At first, they are all non-nude, us sitting in front of our computers at that moments, some candids from our own picture library, etc. 

At first, her pictures seemed to good to be true. Really. She has really really blond hair, deep blue eyes, a tad on the "emo" side and her body is absolutely rocking. The more we talk, the more we get in to how much sexually freaky we are. Then, out of the blue, she sends me a picture of her standing naked in front of her computer. At first, I didn't want to reciprocate, but I get three more pictures, back to back to back of her bending over, one with a finger in her pussy, and the last one is that finger in her mouth, looking all naughty. I stripped off my clothes and started taking pictures of myself. Before the night was over, we were on the phone with each other and doing the kind of phone sex that would make a sailor blush.

It was 1:30am before we said goodbye. I woke up the next morning with the after effects of a great dream still lingering in my head. I took care of business before I made my coffee, then again while I was in the shower. I couldn't get her out of my head. I was on my way out the door when I get a text from her saying she had a great time last night, and wanted to know if I wanted to "up it a notch". I went to Wally World when I got off of work and bought a webcam. That night was freakier than the last one and it was closed to 2am again when we logged off for the night.

I had to get some sleep so I told her I had to work late a couple of nights, but I would get back with her on Friday. (This is about 2 weeks ago). That Friday, I stayed home and we got "webcam freaky" again, and stayed online until 5:30 the next morning.

We chatted about every other day, sometimes we did the webcam thing, sometimes we didn't. I always ended the night with me getting off anyhow. So, last Wednesday, as we are chatting, she says that she has some free airline miles, and could use it to get a hotel in Idaho Falls if I wanted to meet in person. My heart started skipping out of my chest and I no sooner said yes, we started making plans about what we were going to do to each other and we finished the night by simultaneously getting off on the webcams.

My weekend fun to come later. Please tune in.