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“That’s better than the month they initially quoted. Hopefully I won’t be down there for as long as expected.”
And to be honest I’m happy with that situation. The less time I spend around that tempting principal with her butterscotch skin and sinful curves the better. Tanner and I work on the project specifications over lunch, and set all the delivery and installation dates into my calendar, making sure we’re both clear on the deadlines set by Principal Vega. Then I leave my brother to clear up, and I disappear back down to the basement to double-check the code I’ve just written and apply it to the app. Finally, I fire off an email to the owner to let her know the glitch should be fixed.
I’ve never used a dating app before; I prefer to do things the old fashioned way, but I have to admit, things have been fairly quiet in that respect. When you spend a majority of your time in a dark basement hunched over a keyboard, there’s not a lot of opportunity to meet women.
So I don’t know if it’s out of professional interest, curiosity or the fact that I’m horny as fuck, but I download the app onto my phone and set up an account. I decide to go with a profile picture of me running on the beach where my face is slightly obscured by my baseball cap. I feel a bit weird using the app I’ve been working on, so I’d prefer to stay incognito for now. I also choose the username NerdGuy so my real name doesn’t appear. I’ll probably just look around and then delete my account, but just in case ...
I know that Curve Connection is for guys who are looking to find curvy women and that’s fine with me. I’ve always liked my women with gentle curves and soft bodies. I’ve dated the stick thin model types before, but I prefer to put my face between a pair of voluptuous breasts and hold on to wide hips as my woman rides me.
Damn, now I’m definitely horny!
Adjusting my semi-hard dick in my sweatpants, I shift in my office chair and start scrolling through the profiles that match my preferences. There are some attractive women here, plenty in my chosen search area, but there are already several red flags. Lots of these women mention marriage and children in their profiles—no thanks! I’m not even thirty and definitely not looking to settle down with the first woman I meet on the app. A few are obviously just looking to hook up, so I swipe the ones I like because, well, you know!
Once I eliminate the profiles that really don’t appeal—like the one with a pet python around her neck and the girl with a scary collection of hunting knives—I fire off a few “Hi, how are you?” messages.
As I’m about to close the app, a profile picture catches my eye. The woman is standing at a viewing point at the Grand Canyon. Tanner and I trekked the canyon a few years ago and we have an almost identical picture. Although her face is partly obscured, I’m immediately struck by her curvy hips and round ass, encased in a pair of khaki shorts. Her long dark hair hangs down her back in a wavy cascade, the early morning sun bringing out copper tones and glistening off her light brown skin.
I scroll past her profile picture to read her bio:
Username: TeacherGal
Age: 38
Occupation: Education
I’m recently divorced and looking to meet someone who likes to laugh, take long walks on the beach, willing to eat my experimental cooking, share a bottle of wine and watch the sunset over the ocean.
I definitely like what I’m seeing so before I can talk myself out of it, I send her a message.
NerdGuy: Hey, how are you? Your profile picture caught my eye. The light at sunrise in the Grand Canyon is like no other light I’ve ever seen before or since. Standing there watching the sun rise above the canyon like it has for millions of years made me realize how short our time is in this life. So this is me, seizing the day and taking a chance. Do you want to take that chance with me?
I hit send and lean back in my chair, link my fingers behind my head as I wonder what the fuck I’ve just done. Where the hell did all that poetic bullshit come from? I’ve never been an overly romantic or sensitive guy, but there’s just something about the way the woman is watching the sunrise that touches me. She doesn’t look sad as such, but there’s a sense of melancholy that makes me want to step into the picture, put my arms around her and rest my chin on her shoulder so I can smell her warm hair and kiss her neck.
What the actual fuck?
I jump up out of my chair and pace back and forth, flicking my eyes over to my phone to see if any notifications come through. But after five minutes of freaking out, I find my balls, and head upstairs to pack for my trip to Crescent Bay.
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Early Sunday morning, I load up my car, give my brother a hug and a warning not to get take-out every night while I’m away, and hit the road. I love driving the Pacific Coast Highway, especially with the windows open so the ocean air fills my lungs and sweeps away the cobwebs. It gives me time to reflect on the fact that I haven’t heard back from TeacherGal, and it’s bothering me more than I’d like to admit.
Over the last couple days, I received a few messages from the other women I contacted, including an unsolicited tit pic which took me by complete surprise; I had no idea women even did that. Other than that shock, none of the women have given me the feeling I got with TeacherGal. I deleted the discussions, not wanting to lead anyone on.
As I make my way toward my temporary home, I decide to give TeacherGal a few more days to reply. If she doesn’t, I'll delete the app. I don’t need this type of distraction, especially when I’m going to be dealing with Principal Vega and all her opinions about me.
Chapter 5
Jessica
The Saturday morning sun feels incredible on my skin as I stretch out on my yoga mat, the pull on my tight muscles letting me know I’m still tense. Last night, after another glass of wine, I managed to pluck up the courage to change my status on the Curve Connection app to Available, and my inbox was immediately flooded with messages. I was excited at first, but as I began to open them, I was bombarded by a deluge of messages that made me want to call Connie and yell at her for signing me up. I not only received four outright requests for pictures of my breasts, one guy wanted to meet me just to hook up and a few others waxed lyrical about the size of my butt. Embarrassed, I quickly switched off the notifications, turned off my cell and went to bed.
This morning, after my yoga session failed to relax me, I decide to visit the coffee shop and enjoy a latte and a blueberry muffin. With a bolstering breath, I pull out my phone. I’m going to dive back into these messages. Hopefully the quality has improved overnight.
Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised to discover that they haven’t gotten better, but I’m horrified to find that, in fact, they’ve gotten much, much worse. It seems guys get bolder overnight, and as I open the first message, I'm greeted by an enormous erect penis gripped in a tattooed hand. I can’t help the yelp of surprise that escapes me, causing several patrons of the coffee shop to turn and look at me. Blushing, I quickly close the app, turn off my phone and drop it into my purse—it wouldn’t look good for the new principal to be caught looking at dick pics!
Ugh, what a disaster. I decide to call Connie when I get home and tell her that the app is a bust. I’ll force her to promise never to interfere in my love life—or lack thereof—ever again.
When I get home, though, I get distracted with jobs around the house and cooking my lunch, and it isn’t until I finish going through school emails on my computer that I realize my phone is still switched off in my purse.
