Page 40 of Kayden: The Past
Me: I see that. What do I do on here?
I clicked on the search bar and started to look for people. I started with the guys from the wrestling team: Scotty, Freddie, and the others. They were all on here. I realized how behind I was.
Jennifer: You find people and can talk with them. Put your picture up. I want to see you. The girls in the office have a bet.
I chuckled. Had the girls been gossiping about me?
Me: A bet?
Jennifer: Yes, kinda like a hot-or-not bet.
Me: What did you say?
Jennifer: Hot. Your voice is so damn sexy, have to be hot.
I’d known plenty of people in my life with the sexiest voices but a train wreck of a face. I found a picture and uploaded it to my profile.
Me: Done. Hope you win the bet.
I kept searching for people I knew, people from my past. It recommended people to me, and I knew them. I started clicking on everything. Was this a hookup site?
Me: What is this? Is it a dating site?
Jennifer: Sigh, I win. I definitely win. No, it’s not a dating site. Just a place to talk and share your thoughts with others.
The flirting had been great, but I didn’t want a girlfriend. I didn’t need the hassle or the heartache. I needed sex more than anything.
Me: Jen, I need to tell you something. I’m not looking for a relationship.
Jennifer: Who said relationship? I’m just looking for a little fun. Look, I was in a relationship for years, and I’m not looking to jump back in.
Women always said shit like that but never really meant it. Feelings always got involved when it came to sex. For some people, it was hard to separate the feelings after being with someone in such an intimate way. It was like a switch was flipped when the cock went in. I needed to be clear with her and not lead her on in any way.
Me: As long as we’re clear about this.
Jennifer: Perfectly.
I checked her profile out in more detail after she reassured me that she was only looking for sex and nothing more. She had pictures posted of herself in her bikini, but what caught my eye were the groups and other things that showed up on her profile. Groups with sexual names and graphic pictures. I followed the links and scrolled through the photos and postings. Some of that shit was hot, and my cock grew hard just thinking about them.
Me: Interesting groups you belong to, Jen.
Jennifer: A girl can look too. I’m not ashamed.
I wasn’t in a position to judge anyone. What she did was her business. All I cared about was what she wanted to do with me. Facebook felt like an endless world of possibilities.
Jennifer: Sex is something I’ve never been ashamed to talk about or express. What’s good for guys is acceptable for girls. Fuck the double standards.
She had me there. I smiled as I reread her words.
Me: So, you want to hook up?
Jennifer: Yes, after the Christmas party. You game, big boy?
Me: You have no idea on both parts of that question.
I wouldn’t say I had the biggest dick out there, but I’d seen plenty of cocks in my time. Changing in a locker room allowed me to see more cock than I ever wanted to.
Jennifer: I hope you’re man enough to handle me.
