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I looked over at Braden as he drove. He looked over at me and flashed his sly grin. The fox. Yep, he was a sly one.

And I realized…

I could even meet up with a hot stranger and fuck my own brains out, to hell with whether or not he got off.

I was happy.

As Braden dropped me off at my apartment complex, I told him there was no need to walk me to the door.

“We should do this again sometime,” he said.

I looked up at the sky and thought about it. That could be nice. Or maybe not. Or maybe so. I didn’t know.

“Sure,” I said. “Maybe.”

And I meant it. I’d discovered a new me and I kind of liked this chick.

Maybe I would meet up with Braden again. Maybe I wouldn’t. Maybe I’d do this all over again with some other hot guy.

Maybe.

THE END.

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Act 1 – The Plot

I’m still not a whore. Okay, I did some pretty whorish things recently and I’ve decided that I completely deserve my forgiveness. Braden was a stud, plain and simple, and I was a young and fabulous woman who had been denied sex for over five months. And I’d been cheated on by my previous boyfriend.

If that doesn’t give me a free “fuck the next hot guy you meet” pass, then I don’t know what does.

So what happened to Braden? That’s the thought on your mind, right? What happened to the guy who fucked me in nearly every square foot of the carnival?

He’s gone. That’s where he is.

Typical guy, right? Well, I should be a little easier on him I suppose since he does live in Staten Island, New York, and I’m all the way down here in Charlotte, North Carolina. We haven’t completely lost contact.

We’ve done the, “so whatcha wearin’” telephone nonsense and we’ve done the “it’s so hard to type with one hand” thing while we masturbate via Internet chat.

Video chatting is a no go for me. I know it works for some people, but I can never figure out where to stare. The camera has that little lens and I know I end up looking cross eyed on the other end as I try to make sure my face stays focused on the camera. Either that or my eyes are open wide and my mouth is agape as I try to figure the camera thing out.

How sexy is that, huh?

Braden’s beating off with one hand while I’m leaned forward, cleavage revealed and all, snooping around the lens saying stupid shit like, “Is this thing even on? Can you see me?”

One time there was even that strange several-second delay. Our conversation started out good as Braden was doing most of the talking, telling me all the hot stuff he was going to do to me the next time he saw me. But then, the walkie talkie effect kicked in and I guess I started talking at the same time he was talking so the conversation sounded a little like this.

Braden: “…nd my balls…”

Me: “What? Braden, can you repeat that cause I didn’t hear…”

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