Chapter Three

River Thomas

The apartment looks the same as it did when I left, minus Kevin’s shit all over the place. I was worried he would trash the place but I’m happily surprised. I start my laptop, grab myself the biggest glass of wine I can, and change out of my work clothes. The entire day I have been looking forward to chatting with Boss9090. When I finally get back to my laptop, I see he has already sent me a message.

Boss9090: Tell me about yourself.

Girl9651: What do you want to know?

Boss9090: I’ve never done this before. Traditional dating is hard enough.

Girl9651: I get what you’re saying. My last boyfriend was an asshat and we actually spent time getting to know one another. Shouldn’t this be easier?

Boss9090: I hope it is. The last woman I had in my life only wanted my money.

Girl9651: I hate women like that. They give the rest of us a shitty reputation.

Boss9090: Meaning?

Girl9651: Well, you’re currently skeptical of all women because of what she did. But take me for instance. I have my own money. I inherited a bundle when my parents passed. My apartment is paid for. I have a really good job that I love. I don’t need a man to take care of me. Does that make you feel better about me? Probably not. And it’s because of what she did.

Boss9090: But the same goes for your asshat ex.

Girl9651: I know. But as long as you don’t want to spend the next eighteen months having me take care of you while you forget that I’m part of whatever this is, we’ll be fine.

Boss9090: I’m sorry that happened to you.

Girl9651: I let that happen to myself. No more, though. I am ready to move on with my future.

Boss9090: That’s good.

Talking to him has me relaxed, or that may be the wine doing its work. My phone rings and I set the laptop aside to take the call. I don’t recognize the number but I’m not the type to just let it go to voicemail.

Girl9651: I’ll be right back.

“Hello,” I answer.

“Babe,” I hear Kevin’s slurred voice down the line.

“What do you want, Kevin?”

I know he is drunk and probably in some kind of bar. I can hear the music in the background.

“I love you,” he mumbles. “Can’t we talk and fix this?”

“No.”

“How can you be so heartless?” he complains. “It’s basically Christmas.”

“It’s simple, Kevin. You don’t love me, I’m just another person you can use to get whatever you want and I’m tired. And you hate Christmas so don’t try to make me feel bad.”

“You know what?” he snaps down the line. “I’m glad this is finally over. I don’t have to pretend to love you. Hell, I can’t even stand looking at your fat ass.”

There’s that ugly side Kevin hides so well when he is sober.

“Fuck. Off.” I hang up and throw my cell phone down beside me on the bed.

I chug the glass of wine before refilling it. I didn’t think there was anything else he could do to hurt me, but clearly I was wrong. He always told me how much he loved my curves but now I know it was all a lie.

Girl9651: Do you like curvy girls?

Boss9090: What brought on that question?

Girl9651: I hate when people answer a question with a question, but I will give you that one. I just had an argument with my ex, and he said he was glad he didn’t have to look at my fat ass again.

I watch him type a reply, but he never sends it. Then he types again and again.

Boss9090: Here’s my number. Send me a photo if you want an honest opinion.

I stare at the screen for so long that the words swim in my vision. Do I want an honest opinion? Do I care what a stranger thinks? Jumping from the bed I rip off the t-shirt and shorts I’m wearing. Standing in front of my full-length mirror I take no less than ten photos of myself in my lacy purple underwear before I find one I like. I crop out my face, save his number under the same name as his screen name, take a deep breath, and send.

It takes a moment for him to reply, and he doesn’t use the app, instead texting me directly.

Boss9090: You take good care of yourself. That much is clear. You have beautiful legs, and your tits are stunning. I would never use the word fat to describe you.

Girl9651: Flattery will get you everywhere.

Boss9090: I don’t have to flatter you. You could decide to never meet me.

I let his words sit with me for a moment. He really doesn’t have any ulterior motives. We may or may not meet each other. I read his words again. Looking at myself in the mirror I try to see myself the way he would. The way a stranger would. I smile.

Boss9090: Will you tell me now?

Me: What?

Boss9090: I want to know about this big dick energy you’re looking for.

I use my hand to fan my face. It’s a strange thing talking to this man I have never met. I have been more honest with him in our little chats than I have ever been with anyone in real life. It’s liberating.

Also, thinking of all the dirty things I have always wanted but never had the courage to speak out loud has me kind of turned on. Will he find my fantasies disgusting or will they seem tame compared to the things he has done before?

A thought hits me and I laugh out loud, alone in my bedroom, sitting in my underwear drinking wine. It doesn’t matter what he thinks or feels. For the first time in my adult life, I am doing something for me. If he doesn’t want to be part of that, fuck him.

****

Carter Lawson

God knows the moment the photo came through on my phone, my cock kicked to life in my sweats. What are the chances that I would find two perfectly voluptuous women in one day? At least this one isn’t off-limits. I wait not so patiently as she types out her reply.

Girl9651: This is a loaded question. But what I want is one night. I may even be talked into an entire weekend. But I want a sexual experience that will ruin me for all other men.

Boss9090: And what would that night look like?

If she is looking to get fucked properly, I will probably need more than a weekend but let’s start with baby steps.

Girl9651: I want it to be anonymous. I want to meet you somewhere that’s neutral, like a hotel. I want to be blindfolded. I want to give all my power over to you. But most importantly, I want to be tied up when you take me.

Fuck. My. Life. She may be inexperienced when it comes to any form of kink, but she sure as shit knows exactly what she wants from this. My dick gets harder and harder at just the thought of what she is describing. She isn’t asking for much. It isn’t some fantasy that should make anyone uncomfortable. I wonder why she has never done it before.

Boss9090: And if I said I could give that to you?

Girl9651: I just might take you up on that offer.

Boss9090: Let’s try something else first.

Boss9090: Can I call you?

My phone rings with her screen name. Again, she is taking the lead, and I find I’m not hating it.

“Hello,” I answer.

“Hi,” her husky voice drifts down the line.

“I said I would call you,” I chastise her.

“Does it matter?” she asks.

“Yes. If you want to do this with me, we need to build up our trust. If I say something, I need you to trust that I’m not just doing it to mess with your head but because it will enhance your experience. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good girl. For our first trust exercise, I am going to describe what I want from our first meeting. If at any point you want me to stop, just say dodo.”

She laughs on the other end of the line. “Why dodo?”

“Because it’s not an everyday word and it lets me know you are unhappy or uncomfortable,” I say. “This is very important. Don’t forget it.”

“I won’t.” Her voice is soft and melodious, and I wonder what she would sound like moaning my name over and over.

“Good. I read through what you want, and I think I can do a little better. I will book us a suite downtown. I want you to check in the previous night. Enjoy the room, go to the spa, whatever you want,” I know she said she has her own money, but a woman still likes to be spoiled. “Then at exactly seven o’clock I want you to dress in the set of underwear I will have sent to you before putting on your blindfold and kneeling in front of the bed to wait for me.”

My ligress makes a mewling noise on the other end of the line and I hear her move.

“Am I getting you all worked up, pretty girl?” I press down on my throbbing dick. Clearly, I’m getting us both worked up.

“Yes,” she moans down the line.

“Will you touch what I can only imagine is a juicy pussy while I tell you the rest?”

I have my cock in hand before she replies. The sounds she is making and the vision of what I want to do with her are enough to have my control slipping.

“Oh my God,” she sighs. “Will you tell me more?”

“Only if you describe what you are doing right now.”

A little growl comes from down the line before she speaks. “I used my left hand to push my panties aside. My pussy is warm and when I run my finger between the lips I can feel the slippery wetness.”

“Fuck,” I feel almost feral as I stroke my cock. “Do you want me to tell you about our date or about what I’m doing right now?”

She remains silent for a moment, the only sound between us that of our labored breathing.

“I want to know what you’re doing now,” she replies.

“I’m looking at the photo you sent me. My right hand stroking my fat cock as I imagine all the dirty, depraved things I can’t wait to do to you.”

For a moment it sounds like the call may have dropped but then I hear her moaning again. But it sounds far off. I don’t get the chance to question her before a text with an attachment comes through on my phone. I nearly come like a teenager the moment I have it open. The photo is taken from her chest down. She has both bra cups pulled down exposing her erect nipples to my gaze. But the thing that catches my attention is the sight of two fingers pushed halfway into her pretty pink cunt. I can see the wetness on them.

“Fuck me,” I groan squeezing my cock tight to stave off my impending orgasm. “That photo is stunning. Good girl.”

While I’m talking to her, I have put her on speaker and I’m making a short clip of me stroking my cock. But I don’t send it to her. No, I will wait a few days to send it, build up the anticipation.

“I can hear you’re getting close. I want you to know something, though. On our date, I’m going to tie you to the bed and eat that pretty pink pussy until you cry.”

Those are the words that set her orgasm off, sending her into bliss. My name tumbles from her lips but it’s not the name I want to hear.

“Oh God, Brae,” she moans with abandon and sets my own orgasm into motion.

I can’t wait to hear her call me Carter while I shove her full of my fat dick. This female is going to be the fucking death of me.