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    Tomorrow is the big night. I have rehearsed the meeting in my head a million and one times but I still have butterflies in my stomach.
    I mean how can a person be scared and excited at the same time?
    So many what ifs!
    There was the all powerful, what if we just didn't have the same chemistry in person that we did online? Or if that one wasn't enough, what if I get there and he isn't there?
    I was so busy freaking myself out I couldn't sleep well that night.
    So waking up, another what if cropped up. What if these black circles under my eyes don't go away by tonight?
    So there I was, driving to the restaurant.
    Mark said to meet him in the bar at 7.
    I left the house by 6:30, thinking that if there was traffic I would still get there in time, and if not, I could always sit in my car and bite all my fingernails off.
    Simone had come over and helped me get ready.
    I have to hand it to that girl. I know she doesn't like the idea of me doing this, but once she got it through her thick head I was going to do it, she has been nothing but helpful.
    I would have been a mess without her there helping and cracking jokes to keep my mind off of everything.
    I need to remember to thank her.
    At 6:50, I pulled into the parking lot.
    I wasn't sure I could get out of the car with my knees knocking so fiercely. Good thing Simone said to wear my flats, because if I had worn those pumps, I probably would have gotten my first look at Mark through the back window of the ambulance that was taking me to the hospital with a compound fracture to my ankle.
    Pulling down the sun visor, I checked to make sure my makeup was still fresh enough, then decided what the hell, either he likes me like this or he doesn't.
    Who cares about looks anyway, when we have already shared our souls with one another!
    So I managed to get into the restaurant without any embarrassing mishaps, and wondered if I could get a peak in the bar without him knowing I have arrived yet.
    I guess he had some sort of radar, because as I entered the bar he was already walking toward me. I had to force myself to stay calm.
    Looking at Mark walking toward me was like being in a dream. Everything and everyone else in the restaurant sort of vanished and we were the only two people there. It was so incredible to be in the same room with him.
    He was as handsome as his picture had seemed to indicate and I was instantly familiar with him. He walked up to me and shook my hand like a gentleman, and said that they had a table waiting for us if we wanted to go there directly.
    I don't remember answering him but I suppose I did.
    As we were walking toward the dining area I was hyper aware of his hand on my back. The heat of his body seemed to penetrate through the dress and spread through me.
    I wanted to turn toward him and walk into his arms. I wanted to press myself against him and feel his realness against my skin.
    I kept forcing myself to remember that this time, this wasn't merely my imagination, this was real!
    As we were seated at the table, I had to stop myself from scooting my chair over closer to him. My hand seemed drawn to his.
    I kept reaching for him, touching his hand, running my fingertips over his sleeve.
    I couldn't keep my hands off him.
    Just touching this mans skin was arousing me.
    To feel my hand slide up his forearm, to slide my foot up his pant leg under the table, made me quiver with longing.
    My pussy ached with the need to feel his cock filling it. Staring across the table, and seeing him sitting there, a real man, a physical being, was something I had longed for, for all these weeks.
    Halfway through the dinner, I realized what a mistake we had made by deciding to meet in a public place.
    I wanted to get up and come around the table, pull his cock out of his pants and sit astride him. I wanted to slip my pussy down over his cock and grind it deep into me.
    I wanted to wrap my legs around the chair he sat on, and pull myself against him over and over.
    It was all