They decided to meet half way. Each of them would drive four hours which would put them in a town called Perth. Neither of them had been to this Perth, population 500 according to Wikipedia, nor had they any reason to. In his 25 years, the farthest from home Pete had been was 200 miles. This trip was for a high school football playoff game. The excitement had built up to a fever all season ended in an instant with a fourth quarter fumble. Then there was the seemingly endless bus ride back to school. In her 22 years, the farthest Katie traveled was two towns over to the county seat to the hospital where she was born and had her appendix removed. The last time she was at that hospital she gave birth to her own daughter. The joy was tempered with the feeling she hadn’t and worse, wouldn’t go anywhere else with her life. Pete hadn’t had that moment yet but he too felt trapped in his small town.
Pete had a reputation in his town. He was that weird guy that kept to himself and was more likely to have his head in a book than engaged in a conversation with an actual person. As a result Pete became more and more shunned by the society. The same adults that told their kids to invite the odd kid were now telling their adult children to keep away from the creepy guy with the book. But Pete wasn’t really that weird, sure he read a lot and didn’t talk to his neighbors much but he didn’t feel a lot of connection with people that proudly called themselves "Rednecks." In school he had few overlapping interests with other kids but not enough to build a friendship, and no one wanted to lose their own social standing associating with Pete. You’d expect this to scar a kid but it didn’t; he always knew he would make friends in college.
During senior year Jill, an overweight classmate known for putting out took an interest in Pete. She told him she knew he was, “Going places.” Pete hadn't wanted to go to college a virgin and slept with her. It was a onetime thing and left Pete feeling even worse about himself. He thought he had done everything wrong and blamed his failure to pleasure Jill for her losing interest. Then around graduation she started showing. Rumors swirled around the community alleging half the guys in town were the father but Pete knew it was him. The week he should have been starting classes he attended his own shotgun wedding, which in his town wasn't a figure of speech.
Pete accepted his fate and took a crappy job at a convenient store. The town only having so many jobs it was the best he could find. Pete was given the night shift feeding into his creepy reputation. Things were tolerable until he found a used condom next to the bed. When Pete confronted Jill said everything she could to hurt him, rattling off name after name for the men she had fucked while he was working nights and letting him know what a disappointing loser he had turned out to be, never mind that she had never worked.
The divorce was painful but Pete found peace in the end with custody of his daughter. This was three years ago. Pete had spent that time living at his parents' house, raising his daughter and attending an online college. Time was tight and money even tighter so he had only been able to amass 20 credits so far.
Katie lived in an even smaller town. When she became pregnant at 16 there was no shotgun wedding. Instead she just earned the nickname, "Whore" despite the fact the consummation wasn't completely consensual. Katie was forced to drop out because she was a “distraction” and a “bad influence” to other students and did the best she could to raise her daughter. Her own patents having separated, she lived with her mother. She was a miserable woman who took her aggressions out on Katie and her baby, who she blamed for her migraines. In turn, the yelling made the baby cry bringing on worse headaches.
Things seemed to turn around when Katie's daughter was three. She met a man who was a year younger than her father. He wasn't particularly attractive, but Katie thought he cared about her. He took her on her fist real date and brought the baby toys. For a while he made Katie feel special. On her birthday he bought Katie flowers. It brought her to tears, she had convinced herself she wasn't worth flowers watching bad romantic movies. The sex lasted only as long as he did which was usually just a few minutes. With time the dates became less frequent and his calls later until Katie stopped expecting a call until Saturdays around midnight. She still hoped to work something out so she continued these "dates" until one night while having sex in his car she found someone else's panties. He tried to claim they were his daughter's which only made Katie more disgusted with him. It would be months before Katie attempted to date again but whenever she tried her reputation preceded her and there would be certain unwarranted expectations.
With life so depressing, Pete and Katie looked for a society away from home, eventually finding Deviantart where they both began to post their poems, expressing their loneliness in cryptic words. They hadn't shared them with anyone in their lives but felt comfortable spreading them online to strangers, people that didn't judge them like the people they spoke with every day.
The fateful meeting happened while Katie happened to be asleep. It was 3am and Pete was at work listening to the fluorescent lights when he found a poem Katie had written soulfully capturing her sadness. It spoke to Pete and made him cry; he saw so much of his own experience in Katie’s words. Pete spent the rest of that shift reading and commented on all of Katie's work. He went to bed wondering about this mystery woman. Her profile didn't include a picture or even an age. Her words made it clear she had endured so much he figured she had to be a lot older than him, still he felt such a connection to her he didn't care.
Katie woke early and got her daughter ready for kindergarten. It was a Tuesday which meant Katie would be going to the Gunderson's to babysit. She didn't mind them much except that the house always smelled like wet dogfood and mildew. It was the sort of place you could never feel clean or stomach eating anything. It was the last place she expected to find love but that's what happened later that morning through her laptop and the Gunderson’s WiFi connection. Reading Pete's messages was a revelation. It was the first time in her life Katie felt as though someone really understood her. She went to his profile and saw his picture, "He's hot!" she said too loudly and the young Gunderson children looked up at her dumbly from their pile of broken toys. Immediately she commented on his picture letting him and the internet know what the Gunderson children had heard but not comprehended. Then she went through all of his work, commenting on each of his posts. Half way through she realized she was reading the words of her soulmate. For a moment this made her terribly nervous, but then she realized if he were her soulmate being herself was exactly what she should do. This calmed her down and she spent the day feeling better than she had in years. But getting into bed that night she had another thought, "Men like this are too good not to be taken..."
If only Katie had logged on to her computer instead of tossing and turning; she would have learned the truth. As a result it wasn't until after her second cup of coffee the next morning that she read Pete’s note telling her about himself and asking about her.
The notes continued back and forth for a week. They were each giddy whenever they saw a new message in their inbox but they were also so nervous about where things would go; they both expected to be disappointed. Then Katie suggested they chat on Skype; it would be so much easier.
Pete was nervous about Skype, he had never used it and had to download the program. And then when all of a sudden in their first chat, she invited him to share webcams. Pete’s heart pounded. He still didn’t know what Katie looked like and worried that she would be upset when she saw his face. He had told Katie that his profile image was almost two years old but he hadn’t told her he had put on 15 pounds since then.
Katie finally convinced Pete to share cams. He was both thrilled and disappointed at Katie’s appearance. She was beautiful, with short blond hair and a wonderfully curvy body that even her hoody couldn't hide. The moment he saw her he knew she was out of his league and this soulmate thinking was bullshit. But he was wrong and Katie let him know it right away.
Over Skype they got to know each other and their daily chats were always the highlight of the day. Things seemed to move fast and after six months they decided to meet in the middle. They were both incredibly nervous and neither one wanted to admit a truth, that they were afraid their car would fall apart half way, or worse, that this really was too good to be true and they were going to meet a serial killer.
On the fateful day Pete left early. It was his job to check in at the hotel and he wanted to have time in case his car died, not that there was a solution if it did. The drive through the countryside was beautiful. He was heading east and the morning sun shined the way. When he arrived in Perth it was still three hours until check-in. He spent the time at a nearby coffee shop having two cups and one donut. He had sworn off sweets trying to lose weight for Katie but the place advertised homemade donuts and he had to try one, plus he was so fucking nervous.
Across the street from the coffee shop a house was for rent. It was a little run down and small, the sign said two bedroom, but it looked homey. There was a picket fence, a basketball hoop--but no net--on the one car garage and the side of the house had a porch overlooking a swing set. He still hadn't met Katie yet but he spent his time sipping coffee and picturing the two of them siting on the porch, watching their children play on the swings. It was the kind of peace he had always dreamed of someday but never came close having.
When check-in time came Pete headed to the hotel. He still had four hours to kill but he'd worry about that once he was in the room. The only “luggage” he owned was a backpack and it was packed so tight it looked like it might burst. His face turned so red while checking in that his freckles disappeared. They weren’t that bad but Pete had become insecure about them after years of being picked on. The clerk, a professional, pretended not to notice Pete’s behavior that made it seem like Pete had far kinkier plans than just having sex with a woman he met on the internet.
The room was a single. Pete's eyes, naturally, were first drawn to the bed. It was a queen and the headboard just a brown fake wood rectangle attached to the wall. He hadn't expected that and felt like a fuckup before things even started. Pete went over to the bed and began unpacking the bag. The first items out we're two pairs of toy handcuffs and a ping pong paddle. He placed these items on the nightstand on what he figured would be his side. They were new and looked surreal sitting bellow a lamp that wasn’t his and was screwed down. Along with a few other items in the bag the handcuffs and paddle were the result of a Skype conversation about fantasies. "Bondage," he had said. It was something he found intriguing but really he only said it to seem interesting.
"What kind of..." she started to say before correcting to, "Surprise me..." The truth was the word frightened her coming from someone she was going to be meeting for the first time in a hotel. That wasn't to say it didn't arouse her as well, but Katie knew that if he said anymore she'd be too terrified to meet him.
The wait that day was long for Katie as well, having also come hours early. For her it made it harder; there was plenty of time to turn tail and run home. That word, "bondage," kept running through her head too. Katie wondered what Pete had planned for her.
When it was finally time Katie headed to the hotel. In the lobby she found Pete waiting for her holding a bouquet of red roses, her favorite. The sight of finally seeing Pete and his gesture of love brought Katie to tears. Like most men, Pete had no idea how to react to a crying woman. He rushed over and asked, "Is everything OK?" Apparently Katie was because she grabbed him for a big hug. He wrapped his arms around her and they held each other so long it was difficult for the desk clerk to maintain the illusion he wasn’t watching. It was the first time either knew what it felt like to be held by someone who loved them.
"Let's put the flowers in water," Katie said, fearing they were so delicate they’d be wilted in an hour if not properly taken care of.
"OK," Pete said, releasing the embrace. "Our room is on the second floor."
She heard him and didn't at the same time. She had taken the flowers in her hands and their wonderful scent filled her lungs. She hadn't expected this, a dozen roses, even the creepy older guy only gave her one at a time and that happened just twice. When she came out of her trance she realized that Pete had picked up her bag for her. It was so strange to be treated with respect that Katie almost began to cry again. She fought the tears back, Katie was too afraid of what Pete might think of her looks if her makeup ran.
Getting to the room, Pete took the flowers and placed them in the ice bucket--he had filled it with water while waiting to meet Katie. "There's a restaurant next door and a few down the street." Pete said. "What would you like for dinner? My treat, of course."
Katie couldn't contain herself. They were finally alone. She reached up and grabbed Pete kissing him. It was bliss for both of them; they had been dreaming of this moment, talking about it in notes and on Skype for months. Finally it was here, the rejection they both feared was gone; this was perfect.
They couldn’t release the kiss and found themselves staggering, in a sort of dance neither knew who was leading but they knew the destination.
And then suddenly they reached the bed and flopped onto it. The kiss broke as they fell and laughed. Pete brushed Katie’s hair back and said, “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Katie said, blushing. “Will I see you again after tonight?” It was a real concern of hers. She felt a connection and they had talked so much over the months she couldn’t believe he would put in that much effort just for a fuck, but it was possible. All the men she had known were pigs.
“Yes,” Pete said, “Unless you don’t want to.” He was expressing his own fear, that he wouldn’t be good enough for Katie.
“I’ll want to,” she said and kissed him again.
This kiss was different because it was in bed. Katie’s hand found Pete’s ass and pulled him close to her. She could feel his bulge growing against her leg. Pete ran his fingers through Katie’s hair and gave a slight tug. He knew it was one of Katie’s biggest turn ons and her response wasn’t a disappointment. Katie squirmed against Pete’s body and whispered, “Take my clothes off,” into his ear.
“OK,” Pete said and began doing as he was told. First came Katie’s shirt, revealing a black lace bra. Katie’s body looked even better in person; her waist was small and her chest was even bigger than he had imagined. Pete unhooked the bra and tossed it off the bed. The bra had left marks along Katie’s skin where it had been holding her back. Pete took a hand and allowed it to be filled with Katie’s soft tit. Her nipples were hard and so was he; his pants had become very uncomfortable.
Pete tried to adjust himself but there was no room in his pants. He decided to take his off before Katie’s. He then pulled off his shirt leaving him with nothing but his underwear on. He was afraid to show his stomach but Katie showed he had nothing to fear by pulling him in for another kiss. She held him tight against her body, enjoying the feeling of his flesh against hers.
The kiss was incredible but what was coming was going to be ecstasy. Pete knew that and separated to take off Katie’s jeans. She had on a tight pair with a white leather belt. Pete unbuckled it and unzipped Katie’s pants. She had a perfect hourglass figure with a full waist below her thin waist. Pete pulled the jeans down and accidently took her panties off with them. Katie was now naked before him. Her legs were smooth and she was completely shaved, she had taken care of that in the morning. Pete knew to expect that but seeing it for himself was so much different. His experience had never included a moment like this, where he could just survey the sex of his partner and Pete found her so beautiful. She was already wet for him.
Pete removed his own underwear and tossed them with the rest of the clothes.
“Do you like what you see?” Katie asked. She could see he did but wanted to hear it; being so vulnerable in the moment she wanted the reassurance.
“You’re beautiful,” he said and felt her take his shaft in her hand.
Katie needed to know what she was getting herself into, or getting into herself. She had seen Pete’s erection on Skype several times. She wasn’t sure if it was the cam or reality; he had looked about average in length, but very thick. Her fingers confirmed what she suspected, he was probably a half inch shorter than her other lovers but he had to have twice the girth. It was intimidating. "Please go slow," she said.
"I'll be gentle," he said and moved his hips down between her. Pete was nervous to enter her and also wanted to savor the moment. He held his erection in his hand and moved it down to meet her clit. The feeling of her moisture on him was like a drug. He wanted more of it on him and wanted to arouse Katie at the same time. Pete began moving up and down along her clit. Katie pulled Pete’s mouth to her own and kissed him.
When their lips separated, Katie moved Pete’s hand off his shaft and replaced it with her own. Moving it down to align it with her entrance, she softly whispered, “Fuck me with your fat dick.”
Pete leaned into Katie. She felt herself stretching to accommodate Pete but it didn't hurt. With every inch she felt closer to him. The words, "I love you," flittered through both of their heads but neither dared to say it aloud.
Pete felt infinitely better to Katie than her previous partners. His body radiated affection making it more intimate but his girth did things the others couldn’t. It was as if every nerve inside her was being stimulated with every move.
Sex with Katie was better than anything Pete had imagined. He could feel her love in the way her entire body seemed to be embracing him. Katie’s arms were all over his back and her legs held his hips. And the way she moved along with him was so fluid. He cursed the years he spent alone, and thanked his luck at finally meeting someone as special as Katie.
The sex started slowly but things started to speed up as their passion built. Katie took Pete’s ass in her hands and began to pull him into her with each thrust. Pete took the hint and fucked her harder and harder. He felt himself slamming into Katie and knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. But then he felt Katie was going to beat him to it. Her moaning intensified and her hips started bucking. Pete held himself deep inside Katie and kissed her as he felt her pussy convulse around him.
“Oh my God,” she said, catching her breath. “That was the first time anyone made me cum.”
“Really?” Pete asked, seriously surprised.
“Oh yeah,” Katie smiled. “You’re incredible.” She kissed him and then began moving her hips again. Katie bit Pete’s lip and said, “Now fill me with your cum.”
Pete began moving within Katie again. He knew it wouldn’t take him long to cum with how great Katie felt and with all she had said to boost his confidence. He also knew Katie had used birth control to regulate her periods for years. It meant that nothing needed to separate them; truly feeling her body from the inside, in its most intimate part, made Pete feel closer to Katie than he had with anyone else in his life.
Katie was beginning to feel a little sore; this was the longest she had ever had sex by at least double. Along with that she had already cum and she wasn’t used to Pete’s girth. But the she didn’t want the sex to end and she really wanted Pete to cum, he deserved it. He took her tits in his hands and began fucking her hard again. “Cum for me,” she said, squeezing his ass. It was firm and she was liking it more and more every time she grabbed it.
“Cum for me,” she said again and really started bucking her hips for him. “Fill my pussy with your cum, baby.” She could see he was getting closer. She wanted to feel his cum inside her. “Yeah, fuck me with your fat dick.” And then he was there. He lost his balance a bit and leaned deep into Katie. Pete’s hips quivered and Katie felt his cum pump inside her.
Once Pete was finished he collapsed on top of Katie. “Shit,” he said, between heavy breaths. “That was fucking awesome.”
“You’re an awesome fuck, baby,” Katie said and they laughed.
Pete began to pull back but Katie stopped him, "No. stay inside me for a minute."
"OK," he said and kissed her neck.
Suddenly Katie had a horrible thought, what if everything people had said about her was true? She had just slept with a man five minutes after meeting him. “Pete,” she said, “If I’m just a fuck you’d tell me, right? Don’t string me along if that’s it. I couldn’t take that.”
Pete looked at Katie dumbfounded and said, "No. I love you." The endorphins of his orgasm had clouded his mind and a look of terror swept Pete's face. How could he say that?
Katie laughed and said, "Good. I love you too, baby."
Pete sighed in relief and relaxed.
After a luxuriously long moment Katie said, "Want to hear something funny?"
"Sure," Pete said and kissed Katie's forehead. He loved how beautiful she looked below him. A webcam couldn't do her justice.
"Well, I was scared something would go wrong so I came three hours early. But I was too afraid to come to the hotel that early so I drank a bunch of coffee. You have no idea how wired I was when I saw you. I think it helped with my nerves though. I've never done anything like this before."
"Where did you go?" Pete asked.
"This little coffee shop down the street."
"Yeah. And there's something else but you have to promise you won't think I'm nuts."
"So I'm sitting there in the coffee shop, bored and scared shitless at the same time when I notice this cute little house for rent across the street.”
“Oh yeah?” Pete said, knowing the house from when he sat in the coffee shop just before Katie must have walked in.
“You know what? It made me calm down. I spent two hours starting at that house, wondering what it would be like to start over with you there."
"Really?" Pete said, he had thought the same thing about the house. Picturing their kids on the swing set.
"Shit... You promised you wouldn't think I'm crazy! I know it's a crazy thought but I was sitting in a coffee shop, trying not to think about you being a serial killer; your mind wanders!"
"I don't think you're crazy," Pete said. "Let's do it."