Rock 'n' Roll Step Dads: School of Sex (Rock 'N' Roll Step Dads Series Part 1) by Anita Lawless Read Free Book Online

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