PS: My thanks to the lovely lady who gave me the inspiration for this story, you know who you are.
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I was just finishing up brushing my hair before bed, and decide to log onto the internet before I went to bed. I was so thrilled when my parents bought me a computer for my birthday the month before.
Right after my friends found out that I had the internet, they immediately started to tell me about the chat rooms. I logged on, and fired up my ICQ. I spent the next 20 minutes responding to messages from my friends, and then attacked the messages from strangers.
3 messages were nothing but spam. I immediately placed those on ignore. There, will not be bothered by them again. Then 2 messages from guys, both from the same town I live in, and obviously trying to hit on me. That was the last thing I needed right now.
I politely responded though, and let it be known I was not interested. If they responded equally nice, I might have some new friends. If they continued to push, I could place them on ignore also. Easy thing to do.
I then checked my e-mail. Damn, just junk mail. I placed them in my trash can, and activated MIRC.
I logged onto DalNet, and popped into my usual room. A chorus of "Hi Pixie" appeared as I entered. Pixie was the nickname I used in IRC, and I was fairly well known in this room. TeenSex was a room I found by accident one night when I was bored and wandering around.
While I was constantly propositioned, there were some nice people in there too. Dolph was a guy from New York that I chatted with fairly often. While we would flirt, nothing else normally happened. LongTallSoldier was a 19 year old guy that was in the army and stationed in Washington state. He tried to get me to do the cyber thing a few times, but I always politely turned him down.
"Hugs there girlie! Long time no see! Can't sleep again?" That came from Scarlet, a girl I chatted to fairly often from San Jose. She was one of my best friends on-line. Two months ago, I would have laughed at the thought of having "good friends" that I had never even met. But now, I realized how these things could happen. Scarlet was a lot like me, 18 and a senior in High School. But unlike me, she had bright red hair (we had traded pictures before), and was a real tease.
Well, maybe tease is not the right word for Scarlet. "Slut" might be better, if the truth were told. At least once a week, it seemed like she would leave the room with some guy, and do some cyber with him. Once, I even came into the room, and they were well past second base right in the room! Things were going good, until a jerk tried to jump into the middle and ruined it. Many times, I remembered back to that evening, and if she would have gone all the way with us all watching.
I spent the next 20 minutes turning down offers to cyber, guys pestering me to "show us your tits", describe the color of my panties, and other such things. In the last few weeks, I discovered a teasing aspect inside of myself that I never knew I had. Sometimes, I would even answer these questions. Of those that came into the room, roughly 20-30 were "Regulars". I was one of the newest of the regulars.
We were the ones that came in at least several times a week. We were the flirters, the jokers, the ones that were sick enough to come night after night after night.
Now I am by no means a shy virgin in the room. The long T-shirt I often wear to bed turns into a silk teddy once I enter. I had even tried to cyber a few times, but it was never all that great to me. I would rather masturbate to my own imagination or a good erotic story.
Scarlet was in rare form tonight. She was sitting in some guy's lap as she talked about a party she had gone to the night before. It seems like I came in half-way through the story, but she sent me a private message on the side, and helped bring me up to speed.
Even I was in shock reading THIS story. She actually went down on 2 guys the same night? One of them while his girlfriend watched! She quickly brought the story to a conclusion, and we started to chat in private while the guys commented on her "storytelling" skills.
While we chatted on the side, she continued to wiggle on Nevada Kid's lap. Occasionally one of them or the other would get a little more bold, which was interesting, considering our conversation was centering around other things all together.
"Pixie, I got that new silk blouse I have been wanting for so long."
Pixie was my on-line name, in consideration of the fact that I am so short. "Oh really, cool! The forest green one?"
"Yea, it's great. I even wore it to the party last night. Hehehe"
"Oh really? Wow, I bet you looked hot!"
"Well, I didn't get any complaints, that's for sure! For some reason, I forgot to put my bra on before I left."
"You didn't! Oh my god Scarlet, really?"
"Oh come on Pixie, you know I leave it off all the time when I go to parties."
"Yea, I know that. But in a silk blouse? I mean, you must have been obvious, it was so thin."
"Uh-huh. But that made it even easier, if you know what I mean. *wink*"
At this time, Scarlet and Nevada Kid got into an argument, and she left the room. It seems that he was trying to go from sliding his hand inside of her nightie, to inside of her panties. Even though it was not real, Scarlet seemed upset at his liberties without her permission. She pushed his hand away, only to have him put it back.
Finally, she tired of his antics, slapped him, and left the room. The others in the room started to jump on Nevada Kid's case. He was a newbie, and it was not appreciated that he hassled a regular like Scarlet the way he did.
I was watching this with one window, while Scarlet and I continued to chat in another. She continued to tell me about her evening the night before.
She got to the party with a friend of hers, and immediately started to flirt with an old boyfriend of hers. Before long, the two of them were in his car, and she was sucking him off as he fingered her. She had worn a skirt that night, so he had fairly easy access between her legs.
I was kinda quiet reading this. "Oh come on Pixie, I know you're a virgin. But you also know that I'm a slut."
"Oh no, I would never say that Scarlet." I protested.
"You may not, but I will. It's OK, I'm a slut. I lost count last year. But by then, I had slept with over 40 guys, and had done other things with another 40 more at least."
"Oh my god, 80 guys?"
"And that was last year. I think I am with at least 1-2 different guys a week. By now, my count is easily over 100 men."
"Scarlet! Oh god, I mean... that is kinda dangerous, isn't it? I mean, you can get pregnant, or AIDS or something like that."
"Oh Pixie, thanks for your concern (HUG). But I rarely do it without a condom. Those times I do, is either with somebody I know and trust well, or with a virgin."
"Virgin?" I asked. "But is that really safe?"
"Well, it has worked so far for me. I 've been on the pill since I was 15. And I get myself tested at a local clinic every 3 months. So far, in over 5 years I have never gotten anything worst then a yeast infection. And I don't think I got that from sex."
"Wow" was all I could say. I mean, I had known that Scarlet was experienced, but not that much! 100 men, the number boggled my mind.