'But I miss you so much. You can't just drop me after all we did together.'
I had been jumping from chat room to chat room getting more and more depressed with the deadbeats I was finding. Trouble was, surfing like this, trying to find some intelligent life out there, was all I'd allowed myself after my shit of a husband ran off with his twenty-year-old secretary last year. His defection hit my daughter Vanessa hard. Teenage life was difficult enough for her as it was, dealing with puberty and the pressures that came with it, without me getting into a new relationship as well. So, for me, it was the Net. Then the flag had come up on my screen telling me that Vanessa was on-line and "talking" to someone. Using the "parent guard" feature in the software that allowed me to check on whom my offspring was on-line with without being detected, I was now watching her conversation.
'I'm not really dropping you. I still want to be friends. I've just moved on from that.'
'But I miss you so much. I need you.'
'You'll just have to do it for yourself.'
'I am. Right now while I'm talking to you. I wish it was you doing it.'
'The keyboard must be getting very sticky. And smelly.'
My God! Vanessa is masturbating while she's talking to this person, whoever he or she is! And they've obviously had some kind of sexual relationship.
'It doesn't feel the same when I do it. And I can't kiss it like you do. I can't reach. And I miss the taste and smell of you. It's different from mine.'
'Well you'll have to find another girl to do it with seeing as you don't like boys.'
'Boys are gross and they smell funny. A. I love you so much. I don't want anybody else. I'll do anything you want me to.'
'It's no good V. I've made up my mind. Brad is so groovy. And he does it much better than you do. Why don't you see if your mother has a vibrator hidden away? She must use something to get herself off now she doesn't have a man. I've done it with my Mom's and it was a massive turn on!'
So Vanessa was talking to her friend Alice. She's the same age as Vanessa. They went to the same elementary school, but now go to different high schools. It sounded as though they had been experimenting sexually with each other, but Alice had now broken it off.
'Who is this B. anyway?'
'He's the guy who owns the house next door. He lives by himself and I go and see him after school.'
'He's really crusty. I've seen him. He's old! He must be well over 50!'
'No he isn't. He's only 45. And he's very sexy.'
'What does he do that's different to me?'
'Well his fingers are bigger and fatter than yours are and I can really feel them when he puts them in. And he is really good going down. He makes me come lots of times.'
'What else?'
'Well he has a dick. You haven't. Well you didn't have last time I looked.'
'Have you touched it?'
'Lots of times.'
'What do you do?'
'I stroke it.'
'What's it like?'
'It looks horrible until you get used to it. But it's very hot and smooth even though it looks all knobby. It's nice.'
'Does he come?'
'Of course. And I catch it in my hand when his stuff shoots out of him. Sometimes I catch it in my mouth.'
'You go down on him?'
'Of course. Now I've got used to the taste I like it.'
'Oooo yuk!'
'You ought to try it. You might like it you know.'
'I doubt it. Have you gone all the way yet?'
'Not yet. But we will soon. B. says he's been stretching me with his fingers so that he doesn't hurt me when he puts his dick in. It's really big.'
'A. I can't take any more. I've got to go I still have homework to finish. I still love you.'
'You'll get over it. Have fun with your fingers.'
I'd better find out who this guy Brad is, I thought to myself, and let Alice's parents know what's going on! But I'll have to get proof. Maybe I'd better make sure they're together, then go and get her parents. There can't be any false accusations then.
The next day I left work early and lingered in the street near to Alice's house. Sure enough, she dropped her schoolbooks off at home and went to the adjacent house. A man opened the door when she knocked. He was squat and ruggedly built - almost simian in his stance - dark haired, and with a big black beard, but going bald. And he had huge hands with thick powerful fingers. If finger size equates to penis size, I thought, he must be enormous! How can a young kid like Alice bear having sex with someone like that? But, judging by what she tells Vanessa, she really enjoys it!
Alice went inside, but he left the door partly open. And she came out again almost immediately. I took time off the next day as well and Alice called on Brad again, if that was he. But, just like the day before, she didn't stay for more that a minute or two. The next day she didn't even call on him. I was wasting my time. It was a good thing I hadn't rushed in with accusations, or I could be in real trouble now. I could imagine their reaction: just another neurotic woman with a down on men because hers has dumped her!
A week went by. Vanessa talked to friends via the chat room many times - all of it innocuous. So when the flag came up this time I expected more of the same.
'A. I've met a boy!'
'What's he like?'
'Well, he's tall and handsome, and slim, and very fair. And he has lovely long eyelashes.'
'How old is he?'
'About twenty I think.'
'What's his name?'
'I don't know yet. I've decided to call him Oberon after the character in the Shakespeare play.'
'How did you meet him?'
'I was so miserable about losing you that I couldn't do my work at school. So I left after the lunch break. I told my teacher I wasn't feeling well. A lot of girls in my class take time off because of period pains and I made out that was what it was.'
'Very tricky! I'll have to try that one myself.'
'Well I went down to the beach and lay down on that big flat rock under the tree. You know the one.'
I knew where she was talking about. Vanessa and I used to go there often during the summer. The tree provided good shade when the sun got really hot.
'I was lying there with my eyes closed feeling really miserable and thinking about you. I put my hand down my skirt and into my pants and was pretending it was you touching me. I was really starting to get hot when I heard this voice saying, "Do you want some help to do that?" I opened my eyes and O. was standing there looking at me. He knelt down and said "In fact if you want me to, I'll kiss it for you". And he pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties to one side. He moved so quickly and I was so surprised by him it was too late to say no. My fingers were still up in my pussy, but he took no notice and licked me with his tongue until I had a lovely come. He stood up afterwards and told me to sit up. Then he undid his zip and got his dick out and said "It's your turn to do it to me now".'
'What was it like?'
'It was long and thin and I only took a little bit in my mouth. And it was hot and smooth like you said B.'s was.'
'B.'s is not very long, but it's very fat. Did you swallow his come?'
'Yes but I didn't like it very much. It was all salty and bitter.'
'You'll get used to it. Are you going to see him again?'
'Yes, we said we'd meet in the same place tomorrow.'
'Will you let me know what happens?'
'If you like. See yah.'
I was horrified! Vanessa was so young and she was doing fellatio on a twenty-year-old man! I was going to catch him and make sure he went to jail! So the next day I took more time off work, telling my boss that Vanessa was sick and at home by herself. He was very understanding and said he wouldn't dock my pay.