Chapter 28
by 
Mr Nice Guy
What's next?
She Wants You
"She's a lesbian?!" you exclaimed, as you stared at the first woman who came up on the app.
"She says she is," Jasmine told you, looking over your shoulder.
"I mean, she doesn't exactly look like a lesbian," you say, staring at the sexy older woman in the picture. Big tits, long blonde hair, lots of make-up. She looked more like a milf character in a 90s sex comedy than a lesbian.
"And what are lesbians supposed to look like?" Kami asked, poking her head into the dining room from the kitchen, "We don't all wear army boots and drive Subarus, you know."
You laugh. She was right, of course. If this woman said she was a lesbian, then she was a lesbian. Registering yourself as a lesbian on the app had been Jasmine's idea, and it was a great one. What a great way to experiment on strangers! A dating app would completely remove any connection Jasmine and Kami might have to your next target.
"You sure you don't know her?" you ask your beautiful girlfriend.
"Never seen her before," she answers, her hand idly playing with your hair.
"Okay then," you said as you swiped right, "Let's do this."
Immediately the app told you that you had a match. A match! On your first swipe! You'd used a dating app before, but you'd never had your first swipe be a match before!
Hey, a message popped up from the woman, who the app told you was named Danica Taylor-Cooke. You did a quick glance at her profile. She was a teacher, she was a bit older, and she was sexy as hell.
Hi, you respond.
"Real slick," Jasmine giggled behind you.
"Oh hush," you told her, no hint of malice in your voice, "I want to stay a bit neutral, see what's going on."
"I'll tell you what's going on," Jasmine said, giving you a squeeze from behind, "If she's anything like me, she's already smitten. More. She's head-over-heels."
You waited a moment. How long would it be before the woman, Danica, messaged you? Minutes? Hours? Was she reporting your profile for mislabeling?
Please, the messenger chimed, What are you doing now? Can we meet? Please?
I'm just hanging out with my girlfriends, you messaged back, Can it be a bit later?
Any time. Any place. Please. Can you send me a picture? Of your dick? I want you. I want it.
"What the fuck?" you say with a guffaw, "That escalated quickly!"
"This is different from Kami and me," Jasmine said, bewildered, "She wants you, but this isn't love."
A quick series of messages came in. Her phone number. Her address. Pleading to meet her quickly. Begging for a dick pick. Then a picture.
That's a down payment. There's plenty more where that came from.
"Holy shit," both you and Jasmine said at the same time.
What's next?
These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.
Updated on Jun 11, 2026
by Cross C
Created on Aug 31, 2017
by SanctifiedVillified
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