Preference Profile

I woke coated in sweat and an arm pressed against my face. I blinked, realizing I couldn’t see because it was still near pitch-black in the room. Beside me, Kaylee breathed slow, heavy breaths through her mouth. Careful to not wake her, I removed the arm from my face. By the way she sprawled herself out over the bed, she was not the best bed companion. I guess she wasn’t lying when she said she didn’t like sleeping with other people because her unconscious body was doing its best to conquer the small sliver of bed I was on. She had pulled most of the covers over to her side as well. In this case, that was a good thing considering I was burning up despite only being in my underwear. Kaylee herself was like a furnace, her skin red-hot against mine.

Removing the sliver of covers I still had over me, I shifted and tried to get comfortable again. A few minutes and I realized I wasn’t going to get back to sleep anytime soon. I was used to a cool room with a fan blowing on me. The air felt stifling here. Reaching over my sleeping girlfriend, I felt around for my phone. Recognizing the familiar shape of the case, I pulled it over to me. The screen sprang to life, temporarily blinding me as I struggled to push the brightness down to the lowest levels. Vision recovering, I used the soft glow of the screen to examine Kaylee next to me. Her lips were parted slightly as she slept. A picture of calm and serenity. Not wanting to bother her, I turned the phone at an angle away from her. I checked the time. Three in the morning. My battery was in the red too. I’d have to turn it off to conserve what I had left.

At the bottom, I found a half dozen texts. Opening the messenger, I quickly realized I’d forgotten to let Mom and Dad know that I was staying over at Kaylee’s. Four were from Mom with increasing degrees of worry. The last two were from Paige asking where I was. Figuring she was the one most likely to be up this late, I shot her a text letting her know I was with Kaylee and to let the parents know I was okay.

I debated surfing the web for a bit, but a new app on my home screen caught my attention. Preference Profile. Glancing over to my sleeping girlfriend, I felt a twinge of anxiety as I pressed it. The app loaded quickly, though I had to go through the time-consuming process of entering my login information again. The first thing I did when I was in was set it to save my Citizen Number and allow it to use my fingerprint to log me in.

Taking a few minutes, I looked through some of the categories. I wasn’t planning on filling anything in, but I was curious to see the level of detail it had. It still felt creepy seeing how much information people were willing to give out. Even if they were setting the view levels other people could see, this was still funded and relied on PPD resources to operate. They made it clear that information entered was used in their internal metrics, though Citizen Numbers were supposedly scrubbed from the data.

Fetishes and Kinks was the first category I opened, curious to see what it had. Since mine was blank, it had a list of, ‘common’ ones listed below the search bar, each with a unique thumbnail—though none of it was explicit. Nothing surprising for anyone who spent more than ten minutes browsing a porn site. Spanking, bondage, role-play, foot, anal, lingerie, group, humiliation, and voyeurism were all expected. Clicking on one brought up a brief description. It also allowed you to set it as Tried, Into, or Favored. More, it used geolocation to give you an idea of how many people in your area had it. If this app was to be believed, 14% of people using the app in my city had anal marked as a favored kink.

Again, creepy. Yet people seemed perfectly okay with this information about them being out there. I guess as long as you didn’t know who specifically, it didn’t matter much.

I scrolled down the list, watching as the thumbnails and titles got more ornate and obscure. I legit think they put everything on it. Orgasm control, CBT—or cock-ball-torture as I learned after clicking—age play, even incest was listed. I was a bit afraid of that one since the icon had a red background. That was the only one so far I’d seen like that. Now I understood why curiosity killed the cat. Opening it, I found a standard description. However, there was red text in this one. After skimming it, I got the gist of what the warning was. It was okay to engage in consensual relations provided three factors were met. The first mandated protection. The second was about the age of consent. The third was basically, ‘see local laws.’ When it asked if I wanted to see laws regarding the topic for my state, I quickly exited out of the description hoping I wasn’t on a list now. No idea why someone would admit to that, but apparently <1% in the local area admitted to it on their profile. Granted, that didn’t mean they were doing it, but it was crazy people would admit to that. Ugh.

Not wanting to get any deeper down the rabbit hole, I backed out of the category and clicked on the About Me one. It was pretty general stuff here. Age, height, weight, the ability to upload a picture, hobbies, on and on. Some were pretty personal, like Penis Size. It wasn’t a number though, but I could choose from five different categories, each with a range listed below. The smallest was dubbed, Little King, with Right Sized, Just Right, More to Love, and Hung, following in ascending order. Looking at the size range of each, I managed to get into the Just Right category, even if it was a close one. It was hard to believe this was an official, government-sponsored app with stupid ass names like that.

Leaving everything blank, I went back and looked around some more with nothing jumping out at me. At the bottom of the screen, there were some menu items. One had a number next to it. Clicking, I was brought to the linked accounts where I was greeted by a tiny picture of Kaylee smiling. A cool chill that had nothing to do with the temperature settled over my chest as I remembered Kaylee had linked her account to mine. A quivering finger hovered over her smiling face as I debated pressing it. She did give me full access. She wouldn’t have done that if she didn’t want me to see something. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as I feared.

Taking a sharp breath, my finger touched the screen. Her picture filled the screen and I found myself smiling at the sight. It was from a few months ago. I could tell since she had red highlights instead of the teal she had recently or blue she had now. Once again I couldn’t believe my luck. This gorgeous girl was sleeping peacefully right beside me. My eyes took in the In a Relationship status below her picture, feeling a comforting warmth chase away the cold fear that had lingered since clicking on her profile. I scrolled down, pausing at the Fetish and Kink page. I was tempted, but I refrained. I felt like I would rather learn it the old fashioned way… once I figured out how to progress to that stage.

It may have made things easier, but it felt a lot like spoiling a movie’s ending before watching it. The next category was Sex Positions. Since I already knew some of these from listening to conversations with her friends, I opened it. Like the Fetish and Kink page, this was filled with titles and thumbnails of digital representations of the actual positions. Listed were some familiar names. Cowgirl. Reverse Cowgirl. Missionary. Others were not so familiar, like Hot Seat, Face Off, and The Anvil, though the pictures gave me an idea of what they involved. Judging from the list of her Favored and Into positions, I could tell Kaylee liked being in a more dominant role. Considering her personality, it wasn’t that surprising.

I went back and continued browsing. The more I read, the dirtier I felt. This was almost like I was spying on her. It didn’t make sense considering she was the one sharing all this with me. Still, something drove me forward. This was a completely foreign side of her. A side I’d only caught glimpses of. Now, it was all laid bare in front of me and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Little by little, friend-Kaylee was chipped away, replaced by another Kaylee that was different, yet the same in all the important ways.

I learned that Kaylee’s preferred penis sizes were those in the Just Right and More to Love category. Glad I made at least one of those, even if it was a somewhat close thing. The two smaller sizes were greyed out, but the Hung category was red. Had to look up what that meant. That indicated an active dislike while the others were neutral. Of the three general Sex Type, Moderate and Hard ‘n Fast were highlighted while Slow ‘n Tender was greyed out. I skipped the Want to Try category. Again, I hated spoiling things when I could easily avoid it.

This wasn’t nearly as bad as I feared it would be. Again, a lot was just confirmation from what I’d picked up in her conversations with her friends. The rest was filling in little details. I had some justification for this too beyond her giving access to me. She expected the guys she was with to at least glance over it. She’d mentioned something about it when Rico was harassing her. Man, that seemed like an eternity ago now. It was a good excuse for me. I was reading this because I wanted to be prepared for when our moment finally came.

Considering the experience gap between us, I was going to need every advantage I could get.

Of course, my feelings quickly shifted when I came upon the last on the list. Partner History. It was the only category requiring full access to open. All the others had been friends, linked, and public. Now I found myself at a crossroads. On one hand, I was the cat as curiosity burned within me. What resided inside wasn’t going to be an utter shock. After all, I’d known Kaylee since a little before she became sexually active. Like almost every other girl her age, she had sex. Being popular from seemingly the moment she started high school, she probably did it more than average. All those in the upper ranks of attractiveness seemed to. Still, she wasn’t like some girls at school who took that to the extreme.

But I knew I wouldn’t like whatever I saw inside. It was the difference between knowing something and knowing something. It would make the abstract something concrete. A permanence that would never go away. It wasn’t that I was afraid my feelings for her would change. If sitting there watching her have sex with two—well, three now—different guys didn’t change how I felt, a number certainly wasn’t. But just because it wouldn’t change anything didn’t mean it was something I needed to know. Sometimes, ignorance really was bliss.

For the first time since I started exploring the profile app, I glanced over at Kaylee sleeping next to me. She looked cute and so defenseless right now. The phone weighed heavily in my hand. She’d given me full access. Being the only thing that required that level of permission, clearly, that meant she expected me to look at it. Right?

Tightening the grip on the phone, I felt sweat roll down my face.