Wednesday, April 1st, 2015
7:20 PM
Just got home from ballet, body still warm and legs aching. Barely kicked off my slippers before I flopped onto the bed, opening my laptop, dying to see if Rodrigo was online. My heart jumped when I saw he’d already messaged.
Rodrigo: hey
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: heyy
Rodrigo: all good, princess?
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: yup, you?
The chat started light. I told him I’d just gotten back from ballet class. He said he thought ballet was sexy and that I probably looked hot as fuck in that tight leotard and little skirt. Said I must be super flexible too. I smiled alone in my room, feeling my face heat up.
Then he asked to trade pics. I was curious what he looked like, so we swapped. The second mine loaded, he hit me with:
Rodrigo: Damn, girl, you’re fucking gorgeous!
I got a little shy, biting my lower lip while grinning at the screen.
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: aww, thanks… you’re sweet.
Rodrigo: For real, I’m hooked lol
That’s when I asked how old he was. He said he was seven years older than me. I teased him, asking if that was a problem.
Rodrigo: Well… I’ve never been with a girl that young before…
I waited, heart pounding a little harder.
Rodrigo: But don’t worry… I don’t see any issue. Honestly, you’re so hot… makes me wanna get to know you better.
Rodrigo: So tell me… I’m curious as hell. Why would a girl as fine as you need a fake boyfriend?
I took a deep breath and laid it out:
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: there’s this guy I’m into… but he doesn’t even notice me. Thought if I showed up with a boyfriend, maybe he’d get jealous.
Rodrigo: Got it… so you wanna make the dude jealous. Jesus, feels like a damn soap opera lol
I laughed alone at his reply. At least he seemed funny.
Rodrigo: If I go along with it… what’s in it for me, princess?
The question caught me off guard. I just stared at the screen, not sure what to say. My heart sped up.
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: idk… what do you want??
He took a little longer this time. I got curious, waiting to see what he’d say.
Rodrigo: Ah, it’s just… you’re so fucking hot… I really wanna kiss you. Think that’s possible?
I froze, biting my lip hard. It was bold… but exactly the kind of thing I wanted. A dumb smile spread across my face while I thought, “This would be perfect!”
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: Hm… I guess so.. Kissing him right in front of the guy would be hot.
The chat started heating up. He asked if I’d kissed a lot of guys. I lied and said yeah. Didn’t want him thinking I was some clueless virgin, especially since he was older. I wanted him to feel some interest, not see me as some naive little girl.
He asked if I’d gone further than kissing and if I liked making out heavy. I said yes, but told him the most that had happened was a guy grabbing my ass during a kiss—nothing more.
Then he asked if he could get more personal. I said sure. Back then I already got off on dirty chat. Knew most guys went crazy when the talk turned to sex… and honestly, it got me wet too.
Rodrigo: You a virgin?
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: Yeah
Rodrigo: Ever wanted to fuck??
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: No, not really..
Rodrigo: But.. you must jerk off, right?
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: Yeah, I like it
Rodrigo: Hmmm.. kinda curious how you do it.. mind telling me?
I told him I mostly used my fingers, but I also liked grinding on a pillow or cushion. Loved lying on my stomach, pressing my hips down, feeling that friction right on my clit. Started slow, rolling my hips nice and easy, letting the pleasure build. Then I’d speed up, rubbing harder until my whole body tingled, legs shaking, and a wave of pleasure hit me. I’d bite the sheet hard to muffle my moans while I came.
He got curious and asked if I used stuff. I said sometimes the handle of a toothbrush or a makeup brush—thinner and smoother. Liked that friction, rubbing my clit until I was soaked and sensitive.
Told him I’d even tried the handle of a hairbrush, which was thicker. He asked if I’d ever wanted to shove something thicker like that inside.
I hesitated, face burning. Sometimes I really did feel like it… but I said no, never tried. I was still a virgin, after all. Preferred just rubbing between my lips, feeling that sweet friction and the perfect pressure on my clit.
Then he asked if I always came when I masturbated. I said yeah.
He seemed to want my whole sexual history. Made sense, especially after I admitted I liked making out and all that—he wanted every detail. And he kept getting bolder:
Rodrigo: Ever had your pussy eaten?
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: No
Rodrigo: You ever sucked dick?
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: No
Once he seemed satisfied, he circled back to the main point:
Rodrigo: So, princess, loved getting to know you. I’m dying to see you in person. Down for a movie?
I said yes. Could barely hold back the smile, picturing Rodrigo picking me up at my cousins’ place, me holding his hand and introducing him as my boyfriend right in front of Diego. Couldn’t wait to see the look on Diego’s face when he saw me with an older guy.
Rodrigo: I’ll help you out with the fake boyfriend thing.. but I gotta ask for one thing.
My heart kicked up. I asked what it was, but the little perv just said:
Rodrigo: First you gotta agree. Without knowing what it is...
I was nervous, that cold flutter rushing up my stomach. Hesitated a few seconds, but curiosity won.
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: Ok, I’m in. Go ahead.
He took forever typing. When the message finally came, I read it and burst out laughing alone in my room, not believing it:
Rodrigo: I want you to go to the movies with me in a miniskirt… and no panties.
I just stared at the screen, shocked, a dumb smile spreading while my heart hammered. It was insane, I knew that. I wasn’t stupid. But his boldness turned me on in this weird way—a mix of shame, fear, curiosity, and this raw horniness I couldn’t even explain.
RaFaeLLa PrIncesiNh@: Whoa, dude… you’re such a perv, huh? lol But fine… I’m down.
Why’d I agree? Even I don’t really know. He was cute in the pics, seemed like a decent guy… but mostly, I was willing to do anything to make Diego notice me. If that was the price, I’d pay it without thinking twice.
We set the movie for the next Saturday. The days until then crawled by. I was anxious, could barely focus on anything else.
It was crazy agreeing to go to the movies with a near stranger with no panties. Felt this insane mix of shame, fear, and an excitement I’d never felt before.
Part of me was terrified of actually doing it. But the other part… wouldn’t stop picturing Diego’s face when he saw me walking in holding hands with an older guy.
Would it work? I really hoped so.