Leigh Foxlee: Cindy Eller

I ditched my pre-Valentine's date. And it wasn't the first time I dumped Prince Charming. I felt like a jerk.

You are a jerk! my inner voice scolded. I wouldn't blame him if he never chats with you again.

"Oh shut up," I grumbled back, pulling my glasses from my face to clean away smudges with my sweatshirt.

Prince Charming was the chat name of my online paramour. I went by Cindy Eller, after my favorite fairy tale. My real name is Cynthia Ellerton, and everyone calls me Cindy for short, so I suppose it lacks any imagination, or internet security really. Me and PC had met in a Funtime Games chat room while playing Goofee Gophers Word Search. He'd made a joke that he must be the one for me, since our screen names matched perfectly. The conversation flowed easily, amicably.

Then, about a month back, he'd suggested taking our games over to the adult chat section. I'm somewhat sheltered when it comes to sex, but curious, and I felt I knew him well enough to agree. Besides, it was just online sex, right? What harm could come of it?

My step sisters and step mother didn't quite see it that way.

"What if he stalks you?" Sally clucked her tongue and shook her bright red hair. "You can't be too careful these days."

I rolled my eyes. "It’s not like I plan on meeting him ever. Besides, I've been chatting with him for months. What's the big deal? Don't be so uptight."

My stepmother's smooth brow crinkled with fine lines. "Sally does have a point. Those internet-oh, what are they called? — hackers?"

Rebecca, my other step sister, nodded at her mother.

"Hackers," my step mother continued, "could get your phone number, address, all that stuff and come kill you!"

I tried not to roll my eyes at the thin, bird-like woman. I knew she meant well. She worried that my social anxiety made me spend too much time on the computer and not enough time face to face socializing. Plus she watched too many tabloid news programs and believed them to be true. My step mom saw me as the sheltered introvert she had to protect, and I could admittedly be a bit too cavalier with my internet security, despite my deep trust issues with people. What can I say? I've got a contradictory personality sometimes.

Still, my family didn't need to worry. I was great with online game chat, but I was still dodging a face to face meeting with Prince Charming. Commitment and trust issues. Yeah, I'm a real package.

I remembered our first chat make out session. He broke my sexual ice with a simple question: Are you a virgin, Cindy?

I blushed profusely before I typed back: No, but I'm new to this.

PrinceCharming: We'll start slow. Have you ever touched yourself?

My cheeks grew hotter and my fingers shook as I typed: Masturbated?

PrinceCharming: Yes.

I chewed my lip and stared at the chat window, hating how my face burnt with embarrassment. I was a grown woman, in college for crying in the sink, and this was ridiculous. Taking a deep breath, I told myself to Buck up, Princess.

I typed: Well… kinda… sorta.

Frustrated with myself, I hit enter and hid my face in my hands. How I wanted to punch a wall, but I didn't want to lose my damage deposit, or break my fingers.

PrinceCharming: Kinda?

His response forced me to take deep, calming breaths. What a ninny I was! Okay, grow up Cindy and chat.

I typed: I've touched my clitoris. Never inserted fingers. No orgasm… yet.

What I didn't tell him was my step mother taught me that sex of any kind was "dirty," "wrong," and only for procreation. Her words, not mine. But even though I disagreed with her, the woman raised me after my dad won custody and my mom, the natural wanderer, left. I had to live by her rules at one time, and those antiquated rules still played tricks on my less than perfect brain.

PrinceCharming: Will you play with yourself 4 me? Cum 4 me?

I swallowed hard, blinked at the screen.

I typed: I don't have a cam.

It was all I could think of, and it was true. Not that I'm a toad or anything. I like to think I'm an average-to-cute geek girl. My short, black pixie 'do makes me look almost elfin. But I've never been a fan of my chin, and my nose is just okay.

PrinceCharming: That's okay. Type as you play. Tell me how it feels.

I quit brooding about my appearance and jumped when the message ping went off. What the hell? I decided. It was time to shed my uptightness. Besides, I was in the privacy of my apartment, and no one would see.

Taking a deep breath, I typed back: I could just lie. Tell you I'm doing it when I'm not.

PrinceCharming: I trust you.:)

My heart fluttered in my chest and I almost hated him for being so slick, so nice, but that wouldn't be fair. This was my shit messing with my head, not his fault.

I typed back: So… how should I start.

PrinceCharming: Get naked for me.

I shivered as I shed my ash grey sweatshirt, black yoga pants, and red striped thong. My skin felt electric, as if unseen charged particles pinged out of my pores. I was terrified and thrilled all at once.

My nipples puckered, hardening until they hurt as I sat in the chair again, my clothes completely shed.

I typed: Okay, what next?

PrinceCharming: I wish I could see you.;) Spread your legs. Get comfortable.

I did, then waited for his next message.

PrinceCharming: Stroke your clit. Pull the hood back and rub it. Tell me how it feels.

I skimmed two fingers up my soft labia then caressed the tiny bead of flesh. Sparks seemed to shoot through my every nerve. When I pulled the hood back to rub beneath, a tiny moan escaped me.

PrinceCharming: Feel good?

I stopped long enough to type: Yes.

Prince Charming: Slide your fingers between your lips. Get them wet.

I did as he instructed, parting my labia to slip two fingers down my slit. It glistened with my juices, and my pussy already throbbed so strong it was driving me mad.

Once my fingers shone with wetness, I rubbed my clit again. More electric shocks zipped from my sex to my brain, showering my whole body with delightful sensation. I could see how a person could become addicted to this sort of pleasure. I certainly didn't want it to end any time soon.

PrinceCharming: Rub your clit. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Make yourself come, Princess.

My skin tingled as I ground fingers into my swelling clitoris. Tense muscles started to relax as pleasure flooded my body. My clit pulsed strong from the stimuli. The tingling threatened to drive me mad, and my opening throbbed so hard it hurt.

PrinceCharming: Details?;)

I groaned as I pulled my fingers away from my sex, disappointed by the cessation of bliss. I had to collect my thoughts before I could reply.

I typed: I'm wet. On fire. I need to cum.

I stared in shock at my reply. It read so confident and wanton.

PrinceCharming: Tell me how it feels, how you feel? Bring me into your world.

My hands shook slightly as I typed: It feels… amazing. It's like electricity zipping through my body, if getting electrocuted were a good thing. lol

PrinceCharming: I bet you feel like velvet. So soft. So wet. I can almost see it.

My cheeks flamed with heat and a smile quirked up the corners of my lips.

I typed: Now, can I get back to it?;)

PrinceCharming: haha! Go for it.

This time, I positioned myself in the chair so I could slide fingers inside me while still playing with my clit. I closed my eyes and pictured him with me, imagined what he would look like. My fingers became his fingers.

I tugged my clit back and rubbed. My fingers were once more slick with my juices, and I gasped loudly as I drew his face in my mind. Hair so black it seemed to shine blue. Eyes the color of sapphires. Chiseled cheekbones and a square chin. He watched me with intense lust as his fingers skimmed up my labia.