It was so far out of character for me that I couldn’t believe I was doing it. If my parents ever knew what I was doing they would have killed me. That’s why I was setting up my blind date for Friday night. They would be in Boston attending a wedding and I would have the house to myself.

My friends and family call me Abby, blond, and petite.

The most unbelievable part of the date was that I was setting myself up without the benefit of a third party friend inspecting the guy first. I met the guy online in a chat room and found out he only lived about twenty miles away. He seemed really nice and had just dumped a girl because he caught her cheating on him. Everything I found out sounded really nice, the pictures he sent me of himself looked very hot, and he was twenty-two. Since I’m eighteen, I felt his age was perfect. (I’ve always liked guys older than me.)

I know that everyone lies on the net, but I feel like I know how to weed out the truth from the crap pretty well by now. I even threw several tricks at him to make sure I knew the real guy. His name was Danny and was in construction. He was very well built, but since he didn’t drink, he found it hard to meet girls. Let’s face it; if you don’t drink these days, your chances of meeting anyone new is pretty slim. I knew that from my own experiences. And we seemed to have an abundance of interests in common.

The thing I really liked about this particular guy was that when I had him describe his perfect girl, I was very close to his description. And that was well before he had a chance to find out what I looked like. I loved the fact the he hated big tits. He even asked if he should stop talking to me after saying that because if I had big boobs, he knew I would already be in doubt. But he hit on the right gal; I was a 34B on a good day. He liked long hair and that I had. He didn’t care about its color, but seemed to like the fact that I had very wispy blonde hair. And when I told him I was only 5’6” and 105 pounds, he said he loved the feel of a petite girl in his arms. He said he liked the feel of a small girl’s body wrapped up into his chest. I had to wonder just how small he might like the girls, and just how old. Oh well, I had a boyfriend in the past that liked the idea of me playing an age much younger than I was, and it was a lot of fun playing “molested”.

The closer it came to Friday night, the hotter I got. It had been quite a while since I got laid and I needed a real good fucking in the worst way. It was getting to the point that my girlfriends were telling me to get laid just so I wouldn’t be such a bitch all the time.

We set it up to meet at a local coffee house and if we hit it off, anything might happen. I knew he liked flirty young things in skimpy dress, so I wore a micro skirt and a tube top. He suggested that we just talk through our first meeting so we could really get to now each other. I liked the suggestion because I really hate it when you find you have nothing in common but still have a movie or meal to sit through. I was more nervous than I’d ever been in my life as I drove to the coffee shop to meet Danny. I wanted to be there first so he would have to find me. The expression on his face would tell me so much.

Danny was about ten minutes late and I was just getting that sinking feeling that he had seen me and decided to run. It turned out he went to the wrong address at first and then realized his mistake. The best part was the huge approving smile he had on his face when he found me sitting by myself. The first things I noticed was a smile that could melt butter, and muscles that I could lick all night. I definitely wanted this guy to be the one to fuck the bitchiness out of me.

When I saw he wanted to steer the subject to sex, I was right on his side in a heartbeat. We agreed that sex was a make-or-break thing in any relationship, so we asked each other about our deepest fantasies. We had already spoken about many of them online, but now that we were face to face it seemed so much more important to talk it through. I was rather shy about allowing him to know too much, so he really had to work to get me to admit to liking anything. Finally he just started listing things off and asked for a yes or no to everything.

He asked, “Tender moments together, rough in the buff, lots of foreplay, oral, anal, in an elevator, threesomes, or gangbangs?”

I thought for a moment and thoroughly confused him when I answered just as abruptly, “Sometimes, yes, very yes, definitely yes if it’s for you, a little squeamish, interesting, sounds good, and sounds better.”

He only had to think for a moment to realize the last two answers seemed to say the most about me. Then he decided to go back through them to make sure of my answers. We kept it light hearted enough so that it was easy to talk about, and after about an hour of talking I was beginning to feel quite safe with him. We half-heartedly talked about the different kinds of sex we had and what kinds of things we approved of under the right circumstances. I had to stop myself several times because I was coming off as some kind of a slut the way I opened up to him. That’s when Danny hit me hard.

“The sex thing was pretty much implied by our online conversations. Are you still interested?”

I got embarrassed by his blunt questioning, but he had all the right stuff; he was a hunk, cute, funny, and had really put me at ease. I gave him my patented flirtatious eye and asked, “Well, what do you think?”

His smirk made it clear he knew he had me, and then he asked me to what degree I wanted to swing to. The question puzzled me somewhat and I asked him what he meant.

“Well, I can offer you several degrees of excitement. It all depends on… just how… sorry, but how horny you are. For instance, we could go down to the waterfront and take a few rides at the carnival and then maybe head down the beach to a dark, quiet spot?”

I liked the thought of the “public” evening, but wanted to hear my options. I asked, “That sounds like fun, but have you any other ideas in that head of yours?”

“Well, if you want a much wilder night, I could take you to a frat party down on Frat Row. Who knows, maybe a few of the guys might want in on you.”

Danny had a huge grin on his face and I could see he really wasn’t viewing that as an option, but the thought of being passed around had always been a radical fantasy of mine. I decided to challenge his game face and asked. “Is that the most excitement you can offer a girl?”

Now it was clear to him that we were both making fun of the situation. We both knew that as soon as I told him I felt safe with him, he was going to get laid. What he didn’t know was that I had been waiting for a fuck for over two months and was hornier at the mere thought of meeting a total stranger like this than I had ever been in my life. His subtle suggestion at me being the center of a gang bang wasn’t nearly as scary to me as he might have thought.

I continued batting my eyes at him until he leaned in close and said, “If you really want the thrill of your life, I could always bring you back to my basement playroom.”

I asked, “And what would we do there?”

“I think it would be a better question to ask what I would be doing to you there.” It was clear he was hesitating to get a peek at my reaction, so I primed him with my absolutely most flirtatious smile. “Who knows; you might end up tied to my rack, or you could end up hanging from the ceiling in a saddle. I might lavish you with total adulation or invite a bunch of my close friends over. There’s all kinds of things that come to mind when I have a girl all tied up.” He smirked a little and then added in a very unbelievable fashion, “Just kidding! That’s more of a second date.”

I wanted to keep up with him, so I said, “What in the world makes you think I’d give you a second date?” I gave him a moment to reflect on that and added, “If you had your wish, where would you take me and want to do?”

He thought for a moment and finally said, “With a girl as hot as you on my arm, I’d love to show you off. The sex would be great for me no matter what, so it would be all about pleasing you.”

I felt so complimented and confident that he wasn’t a serial killer that I told him, “How sweet of you! Then it’s your choice… show me off.” He raised his eyebrows at that and I really didn’t expect much because we had both dressed really casual for our first meet. But there was no mistaking that I had just given him permission to swoon me into a fuck. Now all he had to do was get me horny enough to get my legs to spread and the ball was in his court, or should I say, your court.

You get to decide from here just what happens to me, so pick my folly:

A) Danny takes me to the beach and amusement park

B) I get whisked off to a frat party

C) He swoons me into checking out his playroom in the basement