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As the name suggests, this story comes from long ago. I don't remember the exact year... it was 2006/2007. An era of cell phones with only SMS, like to bring the calendar closer together. In an era of friendship renewal and human group changes, I spent many Saturday nights alone. Quite stuck in that routine, I remember a detail that always bothered me: M...'s sister got engaged... and with someone she met through SMS. Intrigued, and with the morbid curiosity of anonymity (as it was), I started wondering who this person could be. What would happen if we met? What would you do? A FLASH... Then I decided to enter a Garompa 2020 and registered. No matter the price, messages from profiles started pouring in, and bla bla bla (too many promised gold and brunette.... but none fit). Until one did, a supposed rusita (who later confessed that three girls shared the account, and the Russian was another one). Message goes... message comes... message goes... and the famous send me your number... ready. CLINK CAJA now we're going for the good stuff, I thought. Already with her cell number, messages were more frequent, more relaxed... with many more insinuations about what each of us liked. etc etc etc. We decided to meet on a Friday and discussed how we would dress... bla bla bla. We agreed to meet in Liniers (a rather unpleasant place, but neutral and halfway between the two) at 11 pm. I arrived, waited, messaged, waited more, and nothing. Waited more, saw a blonde atom bomb walking alone... poker face, I approached her, and nothing. A tenth time, half-turn, bondi, and home. After the bad moment passed, I deleted the number and three weeks later, she messaged me. She apologized, saying someone had stolen her cell phone, and she didn't have money to get another one. That same week, we got revenge in flowers (I think she worked there) The wait for her near the square, we greeted each other with a kiss, (it wasn't the blonde who was leaving alone, but she had very big tits that I loved)... we talked some words and short circuit. Misunderstanding... and got offended (uhhh how flirtatious, thought) halfway around and being at the bus stop, already apologizing. Crazy, half-crazy, think see you next week

The day of the encounter was early... strange, I don't remember why, around 7 pm.

I saw her and she was wearing a simple dress, a common t-shirt, loose (that showed her breasts almost halfway) and shorts above her knees.

I wore a common shirt and jeans... not showing off too much (I'm not a ladies' man either) but she told me several times that I looked very nice.

At the bar...

We talked and solved the previous issue went to a bar. Several beers passed and the kiss that sealed everything arrived.

-You're doing well with your tongue, drinking, I started to get excited.
-See? Imagine when you put her in a more fun place
-MMMMMh, I'm dying... I'm getting all moist.
-What's tasty, are you going to let me try that when you get wet?
-Jajaja, I'm already wet now.

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