I was fourteen. It was the eighties and I was on a 2400 baud modem. I’d only recently discovered the excitement of being able to chat on a BBS with two or more people simultaneously. There were even rumors of Bulletin Board Systems out there that had twenty, thirty people on at once.
The BBS was called Future Wave, and it was homed out of Massachusetts. I had struck up a conversation with…well I don’t recall her handle, but her real name was Jenny. She was about the same age as I and was feeling rather down about something.
So I tried to cheer her up. I was a very creative fourteen year old. Described taking her out to a nice restraunt. The snowfight afterwards. She decided she needed to shower to warm up after having snow poured down the front of her shirt.
She described the towel she wore as she stepped out of the shower.
I don’t recall what happened next – but it did not involve hot naked sex. I think I might have fled in confusion over what to do next.
But I had tasted something – and, well, I wanted more. I never did manage to get Jenny in a one-on-one chat again.
Still, she did send me a rather nice Christmas card.