I lay across my bed and download DateReal. It’s basically a hookup site disguised as a dating website. I got over Josh by fucking my brother, so I’ll just find someone to fuck some sense into me so I’ll move on from Cory.
I make a profile and my bio simply says “Just a girl looking for a masked man in the dark. Come and find me?” My picture is of me in my bikini last summer but with an emoji over my face. Within five minutes I get my first message.
Unknown: Masked man, huh? Don’t even wanna know my name?
Me: Did I ask for your name?
Unknown: Ooooo. A brat with a forced sex kink. I dig it. Do you prefer a skull mask or a ski mask?
Me: Hmm. Skull. Are you free?
Unknown: I sure am. Where do you wanna meet
Unknown: also, safe word?
Me: South Haven Park? Red.
Unknown: I can be there in twenty minutes. Need more time? Any hard limits I should know about?
Me: I’m ten minutes from there and not really. Wear a condom and no hits tothe face.
Unknown: So you’re saying I could just… hold you down and fuck you to tears?
Me: God. Yes. Please.
Unknown: I got you, babe! Code word is pineapple. Don’t go running off with some rando unless you get that word. Got it?
Me: Yes, sir. *salutes*
I lock my phone and jump up so I can change into a sundress. The risk of this is super fucking hot. Maybe that’s why I loved getting fucked by Cory so much. Maybe it wasn’thim,it was just the risk of it all.
I slip on my flats and text Beth.
Me: If anyone asks, I’m with you.
Beth: oooo. Do tell?
Me: DateReal. lol. Going to South Haven Park
Beth: Gotcha. Be safe!
Me: Always.
I grab my keys and bag before walking out of my room. When I get to the living room Mom, Dad, and Cory turn to me.
“Where are you going?” Cory asks.
“Out,” I say before turning to our parents. “I won’t be late.”
“Tell Beth we said Hi,” Mom says.
“Will do,” I smile. Cory has his eyes narrowed. He’s not dumb. He knows that Beth is busy. That’s why she’s not here right now. I don’t really care what he thinks though. He’s my brother, nothing more.
I get outside and Cory steps out after me. “Bella,” he says.
“What, Cory?” I ask as I continue to walk away. He grabs my arm and spins me to face him.
“Talk to me,” he demands.