The prolonged anticipation was unbearable. It had been years. Jerry seemed to be peering at her intently from his image on her monitor. She stared with longing at him. She even imagined with such clarity the sound of his voice and the heat of it on the back of her neck.

She lowered the light in her room. They were alone now. She couldn't help but notice a tingle of excitement inside her. Her nipples, taut beneath the thin fabric of her blouse as she imagine his hot tongue lightly exploring the rosy peaks of her breasts.

Her breath caught in her throat when she noticed he had posted a new Facebook status, a delightful shiver of wanting ran over her body, her dress crept up onto her thighs as she moved closer to her warm computer and waves of ecstasy throbbed through her as she clicked comment.

What would she say to him? Could she say she wanted him? How would he respond?

In posting on Facebook Jerry found a mindless solidity that helped camouflage the deep despair of loneliness, but she responded and arrived in his room, her breasts surged at the intimacy of his touch and that warm kiss in the hollow of her neck.

She felt his lips touch her like a whisper. His moist, firm mouth demanded a response. She kissed him with a hunger that belied her outward calm. She began tearing at her clothing to free her body, a body that was swirling in flames, blood pounded in her brain, leapt from her heart, and made her knees tremble.

He lifted her nude body and laid her on the bed. His body imprisoned her in a web of growing arousal. He quickly undressed as she lay panting, her chest heaving beneath him. His clothes slid away from between them like an opening curtain revealing exquisite emotions, and a floodtide of liberation for her mind and body. Their hands and mouths began an exploration of the soft flesh. She writhed under his body. Skin to skin, they were as one.

Her body melted against his and her world was filled with Jerry.