Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night that Chase would finally be meeting the Random Sad Girl, Molly. It had been a couple of weeks since the two of them first started talking on the dating app and in that time, they had gotten to know each other well. He knew that she was only fifteen, but there was something about her that made him not care so much about that. She seemed so mature for a girl her age. The way she talked wasn't like how most teenage girls talk. She was intense, passionate, and sexual like no woman he had ever spoken with online. Or in person for that matter.
That was the only reason he had even considered meeting her when she asked him to come over. He didn't ever plan on actually cheating on his fiancee, but there was just an allure to this girl that he had never felt before. He had to see just what was driving him so crazy about her for himself, in person. She had been talking about the two of them having sex together, but he wasn't sure he could go that far. Not just because he was engaged, but because she was so young. That didn't mean that he didn't want to at least meet her. He knew that he had the sort of self-control needed to not cave in that kind of situation. He was a deliberate guy who made plans for everything he did, including this.
Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't a little bit nervous. Talking to a girl online had never gotten this far before. Let alone to the point that he'd actually be going to the person's house at night. That was the only time he could meet up with her though because of his work schedule and the fact that her foster mother goes to sleep early. They had a small window in which they could meet, hang out for a bit, talk in person, and just get to know each other better. She assured him that they wouldn't be bothered once her mom was in bed. He wasn't completely convinced, but he figured that he could just bail if he heard anything out of the ordinary.
These were all the different thoughts running through his mind at the moment, as he stood in the shower before work. He was willing to give up the routine for just one night. Especially since he'd be at home doing nothing but surfing the net tonight, regardless, if he wasn't going to meet Molly. It seemed like something worth going out of his way to experience. To that point, everyone he had met online had just been a self-contained fantasy of his that he'd use for pleasure and move on from. But this girl was different, she meant more to him than that. He wondered if he meant more to her than other guys have?
With that thought, he finished his shower and went back to his room to dress for the day. He made a quick check of his phone before putting his shirt on. He had one new text message.
“Hey Chase! Great news, my foster mother is going to her sister's for the weekend. So we will have the whole place to ourselves. You could spend the night if you wanted. We could also use the big, new bathtub in her bathroom. It's pretty awesome, has jets and stuff. Anyway, see you tonight!” he read aloud, as he usually does with texts when alone.
There wasn't much of chance that he'd ever risk spending the night with a fifteen year old girl, even if her parents weren't home. But he didn't want to tell her that. For all she knew, the two of them would be spending a passionate night together. She was the one who always seemed to bring up the topic of sex and seemed as eager as he was when he was her age. Plus it was a big turn on that she remembered the fetish he had for having sex while in a pool; a bathtub was close enough for him. Part of him wanted to leave that possibility open, so he sent her a message back before he got into his car.
“That's cool, should be a lot of fun. I'll swing by your place after I get out of work. Should be like 10, if that is alright. See you later.”
Chase wasn't sure if the day was going to go by quicker or not. He was nervous, but in a good way. It was exciting to think about and even more exciting to think about what the two of them could end up doing together. Maybe not tonight, but at some point. Though he didn't want to admit it, he really did want to sleep with the girl. She was different, exciting. And she seemed like she needed it so bad that he felt he'd be doing her a disservice if he turned her down after how much they have talked about it. He might not be okay with doing anything like that tonight, but he would let her know that he would be open to that down the road. He still brought his swim trunks with him in the car. Just in case.
The closer the time came to actually going to Molly's house, the more worried he got about the entire situation. He could get into serious trouble for meeting an underage girl like he was about to do. For all he knew, he may have already broken the law by talking about sex with her. And sending her those pictures of his dick. It didn't seem like it was some kind of sting operation, but you could never really know for sure who's on the other side of a phone. He'd never been in trouble his entire life, let alone done something that would probably be considered statutory rape if he goes through with what they had been talking about the past few weeks.
“To hell with this. I don't want to get in trouble. I'd have to register for life and would embarrass everyone who knows me.” he thought to himself in the middle of restocking some cereal boxes.
That was it. He wasn't going to go over to her house tonight, or ever. He'd send her a text telling her how uncomfortable it made him feel and that she should find a guy her age to have fun with. He knew she would be bummed out by it, but she would get over it. His own well being meant a lot more to him than upsetting some dumb teenager. Cutting her off completely might even be better, but he figured he owed her some sort of reason to want to end their...whatever it was.
It was during his break that he retrieved his phone from his locker, like he always did. He noticed that he had a dozen or so new texts when he turned his phone on. One of them was from his fiancee letting him know that she had gotten to work okay and that she would talk to him the next day. The rest seemed to be picture messages. From Molly.
He opened one at a time in the order that she had sent them. Each one was more provocative than the last and it appeared as though she had just gotten out of the shower and hadn't yet dried off. Her hair was wet and dark, her body still had beads of water on it. He could feel the blood rush out of his face as he opened each picture. Suddenly his hands were shaking. He couldn't be sure if it was from the excitement at the randomness, the image of her young naked body, or the fact that she was wet. It might have also been the sudden realization that he was now looking at what was basically child porn. But he'd never seen a “child” who looked the way Molly did in these photos.
Everything that he was worried about during the day was out the window. He didn't care about any of it anymore. He had to meet this girl and see her in person. And he had to see her the way she looked in the pictures. It no longer mattered that she was underage, he had to have her. It no longer mattered that he was engaged, he had to have her. Nothing mattered, he just had to have her. And he would.
“You look incredible, wow! Holy shit, those are sexy as fuck! I can't wait to see you later! Just a few more hours, girl!” was his reply text. Now the rest of his shift was going to be difficult for different reasons. It couldn't end soon enough.
He was finally on his way to her house after what seemed like an eternity of annoying customers and empty shelves. This part of the city was entirely new to him and he had to rely on the GPS on his phone to even find the general area she was in. He might have been too nervous to notice that it didn't appear to be the nicest part of town. She had told him that her foster mother had a good job and that they lived in a nice house, but he found it hard to believe with the types of buildings he was seeing on the way to her place.
It turned out that she didn't live in a house at all, but rather in a trailer. Inside of a run-down looking trailer park community. It probably wouldn't have been all that hard to score some meth, if he was so inclined to. Any thoughts he may have had about this whole thing being one big police bust were dashed when he saw the place she lived. Even the cops wouldn't want to spend much time here. The address she gave him was way in the back of the place, too. He couldn't remember the number of times her turned before finally reaching her lot. There weren't any parking spots, so he just pulled up in front of her trailer and turned his car off.
Her trailer seemed as though it was made sometime in the '80s and hadn't been painted since then. It was an ugly creme color from what he could tell in the dark, and had a big ugly green stripe going completely around it. He could only see one light on in the front of the place, which must have been the kitchen since he could make out a refrigerator through the curtains. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and took another look at the photos that Molly had sent him earlier as a way to psyche himself up and keep from speeding away from the place. In the middle of looking, he got a text from her.
“Is that you that just pulled up? I think I heard a car stop out front.”
This was the point of no return, he supposed. If she turned out to be a guy messing with him or even the police, he was never going to find out unless he went up to the door. His night could go any number of different ways from here, but the possibility of it ending up amazing was too much for him to pass up. He wanted it to all work out and for the two of them to have sex together in her mom's bathtub. He would worry about whatever comes after when the time comes. And with another deep breath, he opened his car door and stepped out into the darkness of the trailer park.
It had gotten cold quickly the past couple of days, and he had to place his hands in the pockets of his coat even though it was a short walk up the side of the trailer to the front door. He creaked his way up a rickety old set of wooden stairs and looked for a doorbell. The porch light was dim and didn't help in lighting up the area at all. After giving up on locating a button, he decided just to knock on the door. His hands were shaking again, as was his entire body with each breath that he took. The cold air wasn't helping him breathe when he was already so nervous. He felt around and put a hand on his inhaler. It's a good thing he remembered to bring it with him. Before he had a chance to pull it out and use it, he heard a lock on the door turn from inside and it slowly opened.
“Chase, right?” came a soft voice from the now cracked door.
“Yes, hey. What's up? I finally found it.” he replied in a shortened breath. The sense of relief he felt at hearing that it was at least a girl on the other side of the door was enough to distract him from cold and lack of air.
“I was getting worried that you weren't going to show up.” she said in the same meager tone as before. “I'm glad you came though.”
She opened the door up enough for him to see her finally. The glow from the light in the kitchen gave her an eerie appearance. She was much more frail looking in person than she appeared to be in her photos. Her eyes were sad and dark, which is what he had first noticed about the girl on her dating profile. The sadness that had come across before was even more noticeable in person and in this sort of light. Her clothes were simple and she seemed to be a lot shorter than he at first imaged. In fact, she just seemed so...small.
“What, did I take your breath away?” she said, the hint of a smirk appearing at the corner of her mouth in the shadows. “Come on in.”