He Seems Like A Nice Guy

Sarah pulled up to the three-story house and stared for a second.  David said he made a decent living writing, but she had no idea he could afford such an extravagant place.  The stone columns at the entrance of the driveway, a good two miles back, should have been a clue to his obvious understatement of his financial situation.  1

As Sarah slowly got out of the car, she glanced back at the set of black steel gates and white fence that separated the unkempt wilderness of hills and pine trees from the spacious and meticulously groomed inner courtyard filled with flowerbeds and stone pathways.  2

“Just how many hundreds of acres does David own,” Sarah thought a little taken back.  “He must pay a fortune in landscaping services for the front yard alone. And the house…”3

Looking from the yard towards the house, Sarah felt a quiet elegance radiate from the architecture of the building.  It was the perfect blend of stonework, glass, and metal more suitable for the elaborate gated communities found in California rather than the forested countryside of West Tennessee.  There were semicircular marbles steps leading to the columned porch and the front entrance.  Two elaborately carved oak doors about twenty feet high dwarfed Sarah as she walked up the steps and onto the porch.4

Sarah reached out her hand towards the doorbell and, then, hesitated with her finger a few millimeters from the button.  She was nervous.  This had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now she wasn’t quite sure she should be here.  “How well do I really know David?  I know I wasn’t expecting this.  Is he even who he said he was,” Sarah thought, quickly trying to go over everything she knew about David from all the emails and IMs they had sent to each other.5

Sarah took a calming breath and thought over the past four months.  Back then, she had been searching for something or someone different.  Her last couple of relationships had sort of blended together in her mind.  The men she had dated had been pretty boys with lots of toys.  The sex was pretty much the same consisting of little to no foreplay, maybe some oral, two or three positions, a tender, exhausted kiss, and a good night.  Sometimes, there would be a quickie in the middle of the day.  It wasn’t very satisfying and a bit tiresome.  Sarah couldn’t remember the last time a man had given her a real orgasm, a true honest-to-God soul shaker.  So, she got by on her toys, but a vibrator is just a thing at the end of the day, cold and emotionless.  Her fantasies became more and more extreme in order to keep her interest and arousal.  Visions of ropes, handcuffs, latex, leather, whips, and chains occurred more frequently in these fantasies.  Sometimes, she was submissive, and, other times, she was the dominant one. 6

It was when Sarah began to fantasizing solely on these things that she admitted her desire to live out this kind of sex life.  Soon, her profile, along with a few seductive pictures, was posted on a popular internet site for the alternative lifestyle, and her inbox for that site became flooded with eager emails from men, women, and couples.  Sarah was, after all, an extremely beautiful woman.  A lifetime of running five miles a day in the morning and working out three times a week had given her a toned, fit body.  Her father’s genes had blessed her with thick, silky dark hair and long legs, and her mother’s genes graced her with light blue eyes and full lips.  And, thanks to one skillful plastic surgeon three years ago, her breasts were a perfect 36C. 7

In fact, according to all the emails, she was perfect for about every type of person or couple on the site and for any type of erotic play; even though she was new and stated in her profile her desires and parameters.  Then, one day, as Sarah was flipping through the usual crop of messages filled with penis pics, foul language, and tacky lines, an email caught her eye.  The subject on the email read, “Hello, my name is David.  I’m a writer!” 8

The rest of the email was as follows:9

“Hi, like I said in the subject, my name is David, and I am a writer.  You seem to be an interesting, beautiful woman that I would like to get to know better.  If you want, you can write me back at ___.com.  I hope to hear from you!10

P.S.  I’ve attached my profile with a pic to this email.  Since this site doesn’t allow photos with animals in it, I had to crop the picture to just a headshot.  The actual photo shows me holding a panda cub in my lap when I was at the Panda Reserve in the Cheng Du province of China.  How cool is that!  I’ll tell you what, if you write back to me I will definitely send you the whole photo.  Come on…you know you want a photo of cute, cuddly panda cub!  Again, I hope to hear from you.  Later!”11

The profile attached to the email showed a young man’s smiling face.  The man had short, dark hair and brown eyes.  Overall, he had a rather pleasant countenance that portrayed a sharp intelligence and warmth.  His profile stated that he was 6’2” with an athletic body.  Sarah studied the picture of David’s face for a moment and decided it was moderately handsome at best.  There were some men on the site who could pose for GQ or other more notorious magazines.  She was just about to delete David’s email like so many of the others when Sarah paused and thought, “What the hell, I might as well see the panda cub.”12

With that one responding email, David entered her life.  The picture of the panda cub sitting in David’s lap was cute but, far more important, were the following emails and IMs.  David was an engaging and brilliant conversationalist open to discussing whatever she brought up.  As the months passed, Sarah felt more and more comfortable talking with David, and they began to play games with each other over the net.  Sometimes, it was simple fun stuff like sending jokes or funny pictures, while other times it was more erotic.  David would discuss and explore her wilder fantasies suggesting ideas and role playing along with her.  13

He was surprisingly good at these erotic games especially when Sarah considered what David had told her about himself.  14

David had lived a pretty sheltered life out in the country.  His family was upper-middle class, and he and his three brothers had had a comfortable childhood raised by loving parents.  The four brothers looked after each other while their parents worked and were not only brothers but friends as well.  The other three brothers were quite gregarious and social, but David was quite happy playing with his brothers and not comfortable hanging out in crowds or meeting new people.  Later in life, he found out he had Avoidant Personality Disorder, which explained much.  15

David had told Sarah about his numerous disasters with girls during his teen and college years.  David had never asked out a girl and rarely started small talk with any girl that he was attracted to; yet, girls would come up to talk and flirt with him, occasionally.  At these times David was caught completely off guard and wound up saying the worst thing possible.  Sarah found these stories hilarious, and David would tell them with a good-natured smile to make her laugh.16

Here’s one of those tragic tales:17

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this, Sarah, just so you can laugh at my poor adolescent pain.  Humph, well…, it was the last semester of my senior year in high school and the girl of my dreams just happened to break up with her high school boyfriend of three years.  I swear this is the truth!  Now, this girl was beautiful and smart, not a brainic but definitely no one’s fool.  She was sprite-like, petite and full of energy, and her face was flawless in a classical beauty style.  Her blonde hair was ange…hmm, oh all right; I’m just saying she was almost as pretty as you are, Sarah.  Let’s see, I was in the library writing out an English essay due the next period when she down beside me saying, ‘Hey, David, whacha doing?’18

Well, after my instant heart attack, I played it cool and said, ‘Just finishing up the English essay Mrs. Doris assigned us.  Hey, I heard about you and Brad.  I’m sorry things didn’t work out.’19

‘Oh,’ my high school idol shrugged and slid a little closer to me, ‘Brad’s a total jerk.  Did you know he was going out with Christy before we were even officially broken up.  She’s such a slut!’20

Now, here’s where things went terribly wrong.  I should of said something like, ‘Totally!’ and continued to feel her shoulder press harder against my arm.21

What I actually said was something along these lines, ‘I don’t know.  Christy has always been nice to me, and I think she’s had a crush on Brad for a long time.’22

Oh, man, was that the wrong answer!  She shot me a go-to-hell-you-bastard look, stood up from her char, and walked out of the library without another word.  The girl did not speak to me again for the rest of the senior year, or really ever again for that matter.  Awww…come on, Sarah, it’s not that funny!”23

Sarah found it a little hard to believe that David was as shy and awkward around women as he often joked with her.  The David she had come to know through the last four months was charming, strong, and filled with warmth.  He loved the people he cared for fiercely and would stand beside those people whatever challenge or obstacle they faced.  Most of the time, he was playful and almost child-like, but he could become serious and full of passion, whispering the fulfillment of her darkest fantasies.  The yearning to meet David in real life began building inside Sarah and to consume her thoughts in the day and her dreams at night.  24

Then, three days ago, while she was talking to David via IM, it became unbearable, and she typed out, “David, I want to meet with you in real life.  I want to see you, touch you!  I need to feel what its like to be held and made love to by you.  I need you to be my real partner in all those things we talked about.  I know you are shy, but I think you care for me the way I care for you!  David…, please.”25

For a moment, there was no response, and Sarah felt something ripping apart inside her.  As she was reaching toward the keyboard to type something, anything, David started to reply and typed, “I want to see you too, Sarah. I hope… I don’t disappoint you.”26

And now, Sarah was a few millimeters and a fraction of a second away from meeting David in real life, but what would she find behind these oak doors?  27

Sarah took a deep breath and thought, “What the hell!”  Her finger pushed the doorbell button firm with her new-found resolve and a quite a bit of nervousness.28

“ahWooooooo,” a single, low wolf howl came from behind the door as the doorbell finished chiming.  A shiver ran down Sarah’s back, even though she knew the howl was from David’s wolf hybrid, Lobo.  Lobo was three-quarters timber wolf and one-quarter German shepherd.  As the hairs on the back of her neck settled back down, Sarah smile wryly, remembering that David had told her his brothers loved to get anyone new to ring his doorbell when they stopped by for a visit.  While Lobo wouldn’t hurt someone without just cause, his brothers didn’t bother telling anyone meeting the one hundred and forty pound Lobo for the first time that particular fact.  David’s brothers would also neglect to mention that David owned a forty-three pound African serval named Loki until the cat would announce itself by rubbing up against the nearest pair of legs.29

“Sarah?  Is that you,” came a puzzled voice from an intercom speaker hidden in the ceiling of porch.  “I thought you weren’t com… Oh man, I didn’t realize what time it was!  I was only going to write for a few moments while I had this idea.  Hold on, I’ll be right down.”30

“I’ll be here,” Sarah said with a big smile.  All the butterflies and little worries had left her after hearing David’s voice tripping over his hurried explanation.  “Awkward around woman he likes,” she whispered to herself in amusement. 31

A few moments later, one of the oak doors opened, and Sarah and David saw each other in real life.  Sarah was dressed to kill in a slim midnight blue dress that hugged her body and ended slightly above her knees.  Her high heeled shoes and purse matched the dress.  Sapphire earrings sparkled and emphasized the color of her eyes.  She had put on a little makeup and a slightly darker version of her normal red lipstick.  David, on the other hand, was dressed in khaki shorts and a Joe’s Crab Shack tee shirt.  He was also sporting a five o’clock shadow.  32

Sarah stepped delicately into the entrance hall as David shut the door.  Her eyes looked David up and down once; then, she looked directly into David’s eyes and arched one meticulously plucked eyebrow.  33

David blushed slightly and ran his hand through his hair and said, “Well, I sort of lost track of time.  I was going to shave and change into something more presentable.  I can go upst… Sarah?”34

Sarah had stepped closer and was looking up into David’s eyes.  Her face was just a few inches away from his.  Her lips curved into a slight smile, and she softly whispered, “David, you’re eyes are hazel.”35

“Yeah,” David said softly bending closer towards her.  “Doesn’t show up in pictures though.”36

Their lips met in a soft kiss, and Sarah’s body seemed to melt against David’s as he wrapped his arms around her.  After the kiss, Sarah rested her cheek against David’s chest and listened to the sound of his steady heartbeat.  David moved his mouth closer to her ear careful to avoid scrapping her with his five o’clock shadow.  He softly said, “Sarah?”37

“Mmmm,” Sarah responded nestling into his chest.38

“Do you think we could go upstairs in a little while?  I’ll shave, and, maybe, we could take a long, hot bath together,” David said, and Sarah felt him smile.  “Then, if you want, we could try some of that stuff we’ve talked about for so long.”39

Sarah lifted her head off his chest and looked into David’s eyes.  There was strength, desire, and kindness burning in those eyes.  “There’s my David,” she thought and smiled up at him. 40

“Sounds wonderful,” Sarah purred snuggling even further into his body.  “Only my legs seems don’t seem to want to work right now.  Carry me, will you, David?”41

“That I can do,” David said with a laugh, swept her up in his arms, and carried Sarah upstairs where a long, hot bath and much, much more awaited.42