Two lonely hearts seek solace in a virtual place. Just needing someone to talk to would be nice. A kindred heart so ease the pain of despair. And then he sees her name and it calls to him. In curiousity he observes her conversing with others. She is carefree and entertaining but also honest. She doesn't intentionally offend anyone but she doesn't lie to save their feelings either. He finds her manner refreshing. So many people use this outlet to become something they aren't but he feels that she is just as she appears to be. After his observations he takes a chance and speaks. She responds in a friendly manner and they converse for some time. Exchanging information and stockpiling interesting tidbits about the other. A friendship develops through the wires.

Time goes by and the friendship grows. They both find each other better each day. They talk about life, love, romance and sex. A sexual attraction grows. Whether it be lonliness or more they don't know but soon they begin talking in a sensual manner. "Cybering" through the lines, they almost feel the others touch. The friendship grows stronger until they decide to meet. Spend some time together and get to know the person behind the monitor. A date is set and anticipation is high.

As agreed upon she meets him at the airport. Her palms sweat as she alternately anticipates and dreads his arrival. What if he thinks she's ugly? What if sex is the only thing he's thinking of? What if she can't satisfy him? What if she falls in love with him and he hates her? So many fears assail her until she is tempted to run. Then she sees him walking towards her. She's never seen him, but she KNOWS it's him. He walks to her briskly, sets down his carry-on and takes her in his arms. Kissing gently she realizing that it was worth the wait. This is her friend and her lover and it feels right.

Like teenagers they enthusiastically tour the town, taking in the sites. Through the others eyes they see things they've never noticed before...simple things...flowers, birds, sunset. They walk hand in hand along the river talking and touching. With the setting sun as a backdrop he pulls her close and kisses her tenderly and she feels the ice around her heart begin to thaw. As his lips gently caress hers she closes her eyes and allows herself to "feel" for the first time in a long time. Fear still holds her, fear of rejection but for once it might be worth it.

Over a candlelight dinner they continue to share their innerselves with each other. They dance holding each other close and letting the rhythm carry them to another world that is made for them alone. As the evening draws to a close they return to the hotel. Both are once again unsure but the romance of the evening lingers in their hearts as they enter together. Turning into each others arms they kiss gently at first but with rising passion. Looking into her eyes to ascertain that this is what she wants he reaches to unzip her dress slowly. The dress falls to her feet in a silken puddle and he steps back to look at her. Although not the typical beauty she has charms of her own and he smiles and pulls her close. She in turn helps him to undress and he continues to free her of her garments. Taking her hand he leads her to the bed and gently lays her down. Coming to lie beside her, he takes her into his arms once more and holds her tight as he kisses her...her lips, ears, neck, the hollow of her throat. He feels and hears her soft moans at his touch.

She looks at him and runs her fingers through his hair as he trails kisses down to her breasts. She gasps softly at the feel of his mouth on her nipples and lightly rubs his back. He takes time to gently treasure her entire body, making her feel things before unknown. As he reaches the core of her desire she pulls away, though not in uncertainty. As he lays back and looks at her questioningly she smiles and starts her own exploration. Following the trail he did she covers his body in kisses and caresses. Her eyes dance at the sight of his arousal and she, being eager to please, starts to bath his genitals with her tongue. Slowly licking and sucking at his sack before moving to take his cock deep into her mouth. Using hands and mouth to tease...tantalize...pleasure him she continues to stroke her mouth slowly up and down his length. Her mouth a silken vise on his manhood.

Moaning loudly, he indicates his need to please her as well. She turns and straddles him so that he may please her as she is him. At the touch of his lips upon her womanhood she moans deeply, the moans vibrating against his hard cock. She sucks harder and harder as she feels his tongue licking her swiftly, his teeth gently nipping at her clit. She starts rocking as her desire escalates. His tongue probes inside her and feels her muscles tightening as she nears orgasm. As her passion continues to rise she sucks harder and harder on his length, her hands beneath him grasping his ass and lifting him deep into her throat. As the waves crash over her she screams loudly and rocks faster, her mouth never missing a stroke upon his cock. He licks her gently as her juices flood his face with evidence of the passion he arises within her.

Needing to feel her womanhood wrapped around him he slides out from under her and positions himself behind her. Grasping his cock he teases her gently, knowing that the sensation sends ripples of pleasure through her body and prolongs her orgasm. Setting himself at her entry he thrust roughly into her, groaning at the feeling of her silken sheath gripping him. He retreats until only the tips remains and thrusts hard back inside her. She screams in pleasure and meets his thrusts. Like beings possessed they take and give pleasure. Moaning and reaching ever higher to extasy. She reaches between her silken thighs to stroke her nub as they continue to meet stroke for stroke. He feels her tighten on him as she once again nears completion. Pumping harder and faster he brings himself to the edge and then as he feels her juices start to flood him he thrusts hard, cumming with her, calling his satisfaction to the night.

Satisfied and content they curl up together and cuddle. Doubts begin to assail them. "Will he think I'm easy?" she frets. "Did I push her too far?" he worries. Then they look into each others eyes and see the truth. They kiss and fall asleep in each others arms. Come morning light they once again make love, slowly, passionately, lovingly.

As the weekend draws to an end they discuss the future. Things are so uncertain. And then the time comes, she takes him to the airport at the last possible moment. They kiss with the longing of uncertainty. She cries softly as he walks towards the flight attendant. As he boards the plane she realizes that too soon or not, unrealistic or not, wrong or not...she loves him...and he's leaving. She runs through the airport and into the restroom to regain her composure. After all this time, she found love within herself. Love that is not returned. How sad to wait a lifetime for the one person that calls to her heart and he doesn't love her. Gathering herself together she walks out of the airport and into a life without her own heart.

Weeks pass, she isn't online often and seems withdrawn. He calls and she sounds sad. He sits at his computer and allows the memories of their time together to wash over him and the memories of the last few weeks without her. In frustration he sits and worries about her...is she ok? Has she found someone new? What is wrong with her? Then he sits and contemplates why the thought of her finding someone scares him so. Why is that? They are just friends, the thought should make him happy. But it doesn't. The thought of her in another man's arms, her long silky hair flowing over another's chest...it angers him. She's HIS! His? What gives him the right to think that? And realization washes over him, he loves her. He didn't look, didn't expect it, didn't even want it...but it's there.

Arriving home from work she drags her weary body in the door and collapses on the couch. Her eyes glance upon a picture from her weekend with him on the coffee table. Leaning over she picks up the frame and looks upon his face. Love floods her soul and she begins to cry. She can't talk to him much these days. She knows he specifically said love wasn't an option but she couldn't control her heart. She loves him with an intensity not to be excelled. She yearns to feel his lips upon hers, his body next to her, to feel him making love to her. She returns the picture to the table and curls into a ball on the couch and sobs herself to sleep, thankful her children are with their father. They've already commented that she looks sick. She doesn't want them to see her like this.

Some time later she awakens and decides to take a walk. Upon returning home she sees an unfamiliar car in her drive. And then she sees him, as though in one of her most wonderful dreams. He walks to her and smiles and she runs for his arms. Holding her close he tilts her eyes up to his and says "I love you". "But I don't understand, you said you didn't want love." "I didn't" he replies, "but you found me anyway sweetheart." She looks deep into his eyes and softly whispers, "I love you too." And hand in hand they walk inside to make love through the night, affirming their love for each other.