Chase Northcraft wasn't a lonely guy, but he liked to make new connections. That's all it really was, he told himself. He loved his fiancee dearly. He didn't see what was so bad about talking to people and getting to know them. Sure, sometimes the talking would take a sexual turn, but it's not like he ever actually met up with anyone. And besides, most of the time, the conversations would only last a few days at most. He'd get to know the person, they would flirt, and eventually talk about sex. He'd then get himself off to whatever chat or photos that were sent. Then he'd ignore them and go about his business like it never happened. This has become a regular thing for Chase. It wasn't really that big a deal; his fiancee would understand if she ever found out.
With his fiancee working yet another double shift, he finds himself home alone and bored. That has become a recurring theme as of late. His parents, a retired couple, were out of town. It feels as though he's watched every movie he's ever wanted to see and beaten every video game he owns twice over. The internet hasn't been able to peak his interest much either; it feels as though he's visited every interesting website possible. It didn't help that the only computer in the house was the one in the kitchen that the entire family uses. He couldn't wait to save up enough money to move out, but it's a slow go of it thanks to only working part time. That meant that if he wanted to go online, he'd have to share the computer with everyone else in the house. Of course, he could always just use his smart-phone, but all the constant texting and messages from apps were too much of a distraction to browse the net at the same time. Instead, he'd just do both.
It's another night sitting in front of the computer; the glow from the monitor the only light filling the room. The only thing saving his ass from a permanent bruise was the pillow taken from the living room and placed on the upright dining table chair. He had gotten use to it by now. It was a comforting, if not bland, routine that he found himself in. He'd get on the computer in the evening, start bouncing around from site to site, before eventually landing on dating pages. And then porn. All the while, he'd be texting random girls he'd just met online or trying out a new dating app. The excitement of getting to know someone new and the risque nature of what some might call cheating was usually enough to get him going. He was lost in thought, reading a random new article, when his phone buzzed.
“Hey Chase. You should check out this new dating app I downloaded. It's pretty cool. #ChooseYes” he read out loud.
It was from one of the girl's he had met the week before on a website. He had mostly given up on her, as she didn't seem too interested in rushing into sex talk. Since ultimately, that's all he was looking for, he had been ignoring her. But he was intrigued with the possibility of a new way to meet new girls. He adjusted himself in the chair and found the app to download on his phone. It was still new, but seemed to have a pretty large user base already.
"This could work out nicely.” he murmured to himself as he filled in his profile information.
He had a process and a way of going about this that has worked well for him. He would keep his profile as vague as he could, while still sounding interesting enough for women to write him back. He also had a few specific pictures that he would upload that showed him at his best. And not sitting in his parents kitchen, half-naked, on a Friday night. Chase was decent looking in the right setting; enough to get replies back to his messages. And enough to turn things sexual as quickly as he could without coming off as too big of a creep.
After all, he wasn't a creep. He was just bored, lonely, and a bit horny. “Everyone gets like that sometimes, right?” he thinks to himself. It wasn't like he was actually going out and having sex with these girls. He always made sure to not let things move too quickly or allow himself to get wrapped up in actually meeting any of them. Even if it would be amazing to find someone worth the risk of getting caught. That thought alone was enough to turn him on, which made browsing the new app even more fun.
It was one of those “Yes or No” sort of apps, in which you are basically judging whether or not you want to talk to a person based entirely on looks. You can't make actual contact with them unless they match with you. That wasn't something that he usually liked, since most of the time you may never actually get any matches. He realized that he probably wasn't going to have much luck right away, and decided just to use what the app called the “shotgun” method. It would send ten different girls your profile and they could decide if they thought you were worth talking to or not. The catch was that you wouldn't see women unless they replied to you. With that, he closed the app and set his phone down.
He was horny, but was starting to find it hard to keep his eyes open. Which meant it was time to find some porn worth watching. He had a few good videos bookmarked; most of them were of people having sex in a pool. That was the one sort of weird kink he had, which most would probably not find all that bad. It only took about ten minutes and he was ready to sleep. He went upstairs to his room, not before clearing the search history on the computer, and hopped into bed.
The next morning, he awoke as usual. The first thing he reached for was his phone, as it was his routine to check his texts and messages. There were a number of notifications at the top, as there always was. With one hand blocking out the sun creeping through his window, he scrolled through and replied to his fiancee first. She never had cell phone service in the hospital she worked in, so he would just wait for her to send him a “I made it home safe.” message while he slept. He had a few pointless emails, which were quickly deleted.
“What do we have here?” he said as he let out a yawn. “New matches on ChooseYes. Sweet.”
He took a quick scan of the twelve new matches he had. Some of them were ones that he “Chose Yes” to and the rest seemed to be from the random ones the app sent out before he went to sleep. Half of them looked like they were just scam profiles; that was a common thing he found on things like this. None of the random matches were good looking, except for one girl. He wrote up a pretty generic greeting message and sent it to all of the ones that he thought were real and cute. Instead of looking too far into any of them, he pulled himself up and out of bed. The routine called for a shower, which is what he went off to do.
After his shower, Chase put on his work uniform and prepared to head out. He hadn't gotten any replies to his messages yet, and his fiancee would still be in bed after her long night. With his phone tucked into his pocket, he grabbed his car keys and went to work. He wouldn't have much of a chance to check his messages at all, so he mostly forgot about it for the rest of the day. Besides, he was excited that he'd get a chance to see his girl tonight for the first time this week. He missed her, and was still horny from the night before. By getting together with her, he'd kill two birds with one stone. That was what was on his mind for most of the drive into work.
Five hours later and Chase was sitting in the break room. He didn't ever bother getting food to eat while on his break, since he would only be working another couple of hours anyway. Instead, he would pull out his phone and get online or reply to messages. The first one he read tonight was from his fiancee.
“Hey babe, I hate to do this, but I agreed to pick up Ash's shift tonight. Sorry, love you.”
Chase slumped his shoulders and slid back into the chair he was sitting in. He felt only disappointment and annoyance at the anticipation of yet another boring night home alone. There was nothing he could do about it, however, and figured he'd try and make the best of it. He noticed that he had gotten a couple of replies to the copy and pasted messages he sent in the morning. One was from woman who was a couple of years older than him that could benefit from losing a few pounds, but still looked pretty sexy in her photos. She had huge breasts and looked as though she enjoyed wearing yoga pants. Those two things were enough to get excited over. He clicked on her message first.
“Thanks for choosing me! You're super handsome and you look like you work out.” he read to himself. “What do you do for a living? I'm a receptionist.” Without much to go on, he sent her back an equally dull message.
“Hey, you're welcome. I stock shelves at a grocery store. Not glamorous, but I'm saving up and hoping to find something better. And yes, I do work out. I'd love to show you my body sometime.”
She didn't really seem worth putting too much effort into, since it was likely that she would be looking for something more serious. At best, he might be able to get her to talk about the last time she had sex. And hell, maybe she would surprise him and send him some nude photos. He wasn't betting on it, however. He thought that maybe he might have better luck with the other girl, even though had hadn't actually taken a look at her profile or message just yet.
He remembered now. This was the one random girl who actually looked good enough to write back to. The other ones either weren't his type or didn't seem like they would be okay with any sort of casual talk. This girl looked younger than Chase; a lot younger, in fact. She only had a few photographs on her profile and they weren't very clear. She looked to have a thin body from what he could see. Her hair was a dark black, with bangs that swept over one of her eyes in every picture. She had such sad, darkened eyes. But, she was pretty and showed interest in him. So he figured he'd at least write her back and say hello. She wasn't really the typical kind of woman he looked for, but maybe she was one of those goth kids who enjoyed being rebellious during their college years. It was worth a shot. He opened her message after finally looking through all of her photos.
“Hi. You seem nice. You have an adorable puppy. Okay, anyway, we should talk sometime.”
There was something about her that he liked. She seemed innocent, but friendly. Sometimes those types ended up being the most fun. Chase liked being able to get people to open up sexually with him. It was even more fun when it was a girl who might not have much experience. He wrote back to her and shut off his phone. Break time was over and he'd have to focus on work for another three hours before he could get something to eat and relax. With any luck, he'd have two replies waiting for him when he was off. And the excitement of that possibility made the prospect of stocking shelves a little less gruesome the rest of the day.
Later that evening, Chase once again found himself planted in front of the computer in the kitchen with the lights off. Random Sad Girl had replied to his message, and the two of them had been writing each other back and forth the rest of the evening. It was mostly small talk, but he enjoyed that stuff at first. That made it more exciting to actually know the person a bit once they do start getting sexual. She told him that her name was Molly and that she was 18. She was in her first year of school one of the local community colleges and was studying Anthropology. He found that the conversation with her flowed easily and that the two of them seemed to enjoy a lot of the same stuff.
“Anthropology? That sounds so intense. I wasn't much of a student in school and mostly just got in trouble a lot. I was going to join the Marines after high school but I have pretty bad asthma. Are you from this area originally? My family moved to the city when I was ten or so.”
It wasn't long before he received replies from her. The connection was always made a lot easier that way.
“I've been here my entire life. I have never even left the state. That's how lame I am. Or maybe how lame my family is, anyway. It's too bad you couldn't join the Marines, I think men in uniform are way sexy.”
The night continued to go well from that point on, as the two of them got to know each other better. Chase couldn't remember the last time he had such an easy conversation with a girl he had just met online. She was a lot younger than him, but there was something so mature about her. She didn't talk the way most eighteen year old girls do and that is what was so enjoyable about it. He told her that he'd have to be getting to bed soon, since he had work again the next day.
“Sleep well. Talk to you soon, I hope.” came her reply.
Though the conversation was entirely void of anything carnal, Chase still felt compelled and turned on by the hours worth of talking. Not only was she an interesting person to talk with, but her slight build and pretty face was enough for him to be turned on by the idea of it all. He finished himself off and went up to his room to fall into bed. The next morning, his alarm went off as usual.
The routine began once again with checking for a message from his fiancee on his phone. He rubbed sleep away from one eye, while using his thumb to send her back a reply. The very next thing he did was check and see if Molly had written him. She had.
“Hi. I know you went to sleep already, but I had something that I needed to tell you. I'm not eighteen. I'm fifteen. I understand if that means that you don't want to keep talking to me, but I've really enjoyed it so far and you're such a cool guy. I know I'm not old enough to be on this app, but I just have no luck with guys my age. Sorry again if it makes you feel weird for spending all night talking to me last night. Bye. Oh, and P.S. I guess. I'm in High School, not College.”
It didn't really register at first. He wasn't fully awake yet and moved on to the other messages he had received. He then got up and made his way to the shower. Somewhere in the middle of it is when he realized that he enjoyed the conversation with her too much to worry about the age difference. She was underage, but not by that much. And she certainly didn't act like someone her age.
“Besides, it's not like we've talked about anything bad anyway.” he thought to himself, in a reassuring sort of way. “I can be friends with someone and it doesn't have to be sexual in nature.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind, however, he still thought about the possibility of it. He hadn't been specifically looking for underage girls, but it wasn't something that turned him off. The combination of the warm shower water and thoughts of being with someone so young made a perfect match. He felt relaxed and excited all at once. It was a nice feeling.
After his morning shower and before getting dressed for work, he sent a message back to Molly.
“Molly, it's kind of weird but I was thinking about it while I was in the shower. I don't mind if we keep talking. You're way too cool of a girl to just blow off because you aren't old enough.”
With that, he turned off his phone and drove to work. He thought about her the entire time; the more he did, the more he liked the idea of it.
“She's probably not even that experienced. I bet I could teach her to open up and enjoy new things.” he thought, while half smiling behind the wheel.
It was such a wrong thing to think, but it was also incredibly thrilling. Molly, this totally random fifteen year old girl, could end up being the most fun he's had with any girl he's met online. He couldn't wait to find out.