WhatsApp

I‘m sitting on my couch and slowly start to realize what I’ve gotten myself into. The thought startles me, but it’s also kind of hot: „A sexual teacher who gives me advices and homeworks? Is that really what I want?“. But there’s no time to think about it because I receive a WhatsApp massage on my brandnew IPhone14. The number appearing on my phones display is unknown, but I immediately recognize the face on the profile pic. My first message by Mister Anonymous:

„Hello Sophie,

beautiful profile picture. I’m happy that you gave me your mobile number and decided to choose me as your new teacher. Today we will start to expand your sexual horizons and explore your sexual preferences. You already received the first homework at our meeting. I hope you will have fun doing this homework. Please watch porn for at least three hours tonight and try out different categories. Tomorrow I want to meet you at 10 in the morning on Chatroulette, to discuss homework. Please write me a message when you begin and end doing todays homework. I want to stay in contact with you while you are at it.

Yours

Mister Anonymous“.

There is no turning back. I walk into my small, but clean and modern bathroom and look at myself in the large bathroom mirror. My dark blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and the oversized grey band T-Shirt I’m wearing over my short black spandex cycling shorts. Others wear these kind of shorts with crop tops or just sportsbras now, but I wouldn’t dare to show off the „manly“ and „too much“ muscles of my stomach. The comments by the guys in my homevillage still influence me and my choice of clothing, as well as my self-confidence. There is no make-up on my flawless face and I splash some cold water into it to cool down a bit. The strange thing is that I’ve never been this hot and worked up before. I leave my bathroom and see my laptop in the corner of my eye. I don’t know yet if I should really fulfill the „homework“. My laptop seems to be magically attracting me though and I walk over to my couch and take a seat in front of the closed laptop. „Do I really want to do this?“, I ask myself. „Even if I do this Mister Anonymous will never know, if I won’t tell him about it.“. With quick, but shaking fingers I open up my laptop, enter the code to open it and start Safari‘s incognito mode.