Part I
Katerina was an amazing woman. She stood about 5’8” with wavy and brilliant scarlet locks. We had met online and became good friends. There wasn’t a topic that we didn’t talk about, but sex is something both of us had a great deal of interest in. Each of us was able to open up about our desires and needs from our partners. Over time, we each knew what drove the other crazy, made each other animals. Both of us knew the sexual appetite and abilities of the other, and it made both of us all the more desperate. We exchanged pictures and videos, we constantly talked on the phone.
Finally, there was an opportunity for us to meet up and both of us eagerly agreed to. Despite this enthusiasm, both of us were filled will anxiety and fear. Both of us wondered if we would fulfill the expectations of the other not only in appearance but in performance as well.
Since there was still doubt whether or not we would actually have sex and there was still fear about if either of us was a psychotic killer, we decided to meet in a public place, Starbucks. I got there ahead of her and ordered both of us a coffee and sat at a table by the window, so I could get a view of her approaching the building.