I met Serena in an adult chat room. She was friendly and warm, as well as gorgeous, and we hit it off quickly. By chance we lived only an hour apart, and once I mentioned being a lesbian her attention focused like a laser, wanting to know everything about me. By the end of that first conversation she had my phone number and I had a lunch date for Friday.
We met at Whispering Woods—a pub Serena suggested in her town—and, as usual, I was early. It was raining pretty good and I had not dressed for it, so I went inside to wait and get a table. When Serena entered, I recognized her right away. Smooth skin, the color of coffee with cream; jet black hair in a long braid that hung down over her shoulder; full, blood red lips that rested with just a slight frown; large, dark eyes that eased the hardness of her other features.