Becoming one with Clarissa

It was late on a Tuesday when I logged onto my Plentyoffish account for the last time. I started dating online for many reasons, but mostly because I had tired of the girls in this college town and I longed to meet a woman with whom I could really connect with. After a few unsuccessful dates over a couple months, and with my coming deployment fast approaching, I decided to delete my account and forget dating for awhile. 


As I looked around the site to figure out how I would remove myself, I noticed I had a new email in my inbox. Judging by her picture alone, she looked promising, but I wasn’t going to get my hopes up. Truthfully, most of the women online seemed to be there because they liked attention and never actually intended to meet you, or because they couldn’t get a date anywhere else. I had been on three dates with women who seemed normal while emailing but turned out to be nothing like their profiles, or their pictures, made them out to be. 


Maybe it was the letter she sent me; she seemed to have actually read my profile, and in her words, ‘thought we might be a good match, and that we could have some fun together’… Or 
maybe it was the fact that her profile was actually interesting, showing that we had a lot in common, her pictures letting me know that she worked with children, and she also seemed down-to-earth. She was definitely beautiful, with long dark hair, sparkling green eyes, and a genuine smile that had the potential to melt blocks of ice.


Whatever the case was, I committed to at least seeing what this girl was all about. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I emailed her back, asking her to share a bit more about herself. We went back and forth just a few times before I finally asked her phone number, and she gave it to me, letting me know that she was looking forward to us talking.


I called her later that night, and was pleasantly surprised at the sound of her voice. It was both light and comforting, and rather than being the voice of a stranger, it came across as the voice of an old friend. We chatted easily, asking the obligatory questions one would want of a new acquaintance, both of us laughing at the similarities we seemed to share on nearly every subject. Besides being the same age, 32, we came from matching backgrounds, had the same tastes in music, movies and food, and had matching outlooks on life. Our views on religion, politics… It became almost comedic how much we actually shared and our conversation flowed for hours. When we finally hung up I was hopeful about the potential, and looked forward to talking to her again.


After a few days of phone conversations, it became apparent to both of us that we had to meet and see if we shared the same connection physically that we did mentally. We arranged to meet at the beach town in between our locations, and set a date that would be casual, allowing us the chance to get to know one another without any pressure. 


It seemed as though the weekend dragged by, and by the following Wednesday, I awoke eager to see Clarissa and spend time with her. The 45 minute drive to meet her flew by, and feeling a bit nervous, I parked and made my way to the front door of her friends house. I carried flowers I knew to be her favorite, and put on my best smile as I waited at the door for her. I didn’t have to wait long after I knocked before she answered, pulling open the door to meet me with her tiny dog in tow.


I was knocked breathless. Before me stood the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, a simple green and white dress tightly clinging to her tiny frame, that amazing smile shining under slightly nervous eyes. Her hair hung in long locks, caressing her bare shoulders, soft and dark and glowing in the bright sunlight.


“Hi Jay.”, she said, taking the flowers from me, “Thank you! They’re perfect!”


I smiled back at her, and before I could answer, she pulled me into a warm embrace. At 6’5″, I towered over her 5’6″ body, but she fit perfectly against me as our hug continued, neither of us too quick to pull away. We separated, her pulling up on the leash in her hand. 


“This is Huck,” she said, bending down to introduce me to her tiny dog, “He’s my little man!”


I laughed, squatting down to pet him, letting him sniff me and grow comfortable with me being there. He was actually quite cute for a little dog, shaved on his body with a poofed head and an excited personality. His tail wagged, and I appreciated that he didn’t yap like most other dogs his size. I offered him a treat that I had hidden in my pocket, easily earning a new friend the easiest way possible. 


We both stood, and after closing the door, made our way towards my truck. I opened the passenger door and let her in, then hopped in the drivers side and maneuvered my suburban onto the road, heading to the beach that we had decided would be the first part of our date. We held hands, talking the whole way just as easily as we had on the phone, and soon arrived at our destination. After we had gotten out, she released Huck, who took off running towards the sand. I took the time to finally look over Clarissa, standing a little ways away from her in order to take her in. 


Her body was amazing. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the dress was strapless, exposing perfectly tanned shoulders. Her breasts were a perky ‘B’ cup, and the dress clung just right to her body, a silhouette that was curvy in all the right places. Her butt was as nice as her breasts were, ripe and perky against the fabric, softly revealing itself with every gentle breeze that rolled in from the ocean. 


“Are you ready?”, she asked, extending her arm towards me in an invitation.


I shook myself from my stupor, walking over and taking her hand as we began our walk on the beach. Her small hand fit perfectly in mine, and we strolled slowly out onto the sand. It had been a long time since I had held a womans hand, and I realized I had forgotten how intimate the simple gesture could be. Her touch was soft, yet firm, and sent a buzzing through my entire body.


We talked about many things, yet soon found ourselves in a comfortable silence as we stared out at the rolling waves.