[This story was written in December, 2004. I posted somewhere else at that time, and forgot about it. In the spirit of putting all my erotic writing in one place, I'm reposting it here, mostly unchanged - I've made a few small edits.]
One day not long ago I was online, surfing the "sexy" chatrooms on AOL, as I sometimes guiltily do. I honestly had no idea what was in store for me, when I first ran across my niece's screen name in a chat room called "truth or dare."
Let me give you a little background. I'm an openly bisexual single woman, currently recovering from a 10 year long relationship with another woman that fell apart due to her discomfort with what, I admit, are some rather unconventional "kinks" of mine - not quite conventional even by "lesbian" standards. More on this later.
My given name is Maria, but I go by Mary in most circles, except for family. I'm not a goddess but I stay in shape (perhaps I've got an unwanted 20 lbs on my thighs), I'm a bit "butch," but I'm no dyke, because I'm also a successful mid-level manager at a major accountancy. I have no children and currently I'm not in a relationship. I'm married to my job, as they say. This is what I tell people, and then I always add, as a joke, that it's a much better marriage than my first one (which lasted 2 years straight out of high school). I have a younger brother named Daniel, and we're actually quite close, in strictly platonic terms.
Daniel is a successful architect, but divorced his wife 6 years ago. Until last year, his daughter Rocio (or Rocy as she likes to be called) lived with her mom, Daniel's ex, Patricia. But when Patricia got involved with another man, things between her and Rocy became increasingly difficult, until finally, last summer, Rocy asked to live with her dad instead. Things were a bit traumatic at first - not just because Patricia had such a hard time letting go (they don't live close enough to together for there to be a convenient "weekend custody" arrangement), but also because Daniel had some serious ambivalence about being single parent, too. He was worried he'd not be home enough for his daughter, that she'd be lonely at his out-of-town home, etc.
The consequence is that he's leaned on me heavily to be Rocy's surrogate "mom" since she moved in, especially because I live only about 30 minutes from where Daniel does. So Rocy and I have actually become quite close, and, surprisingly we have an almost sisterly rapport between us at this point. Rocy recently turned 14, and I can proudly say that I coached her through her first date, about 4 months ago - a cute, innocent evening with a boy to a school dance that was eventless but good for both of their self-esteem.
Anyway ... Rocy has her own computer, in her room, and she's pretty much been given free reign on the internet. Rocy is for the most part pretty darn mature, and Daniel has, after consultation with me, developed a pretty good, "I'll trust you and respect your privacy" policy with her. This developed over time, somewhat in fits in starts, but the clincher was when, about 2 months after she moved, I guess Daniel found (quite accidentally) some pornography on Rocy's computer. After an initial explosion, he called me up and asked me what he should do. I said that he should remember when he was 13, and focus on developing trust on the one hand, and make sure she knows how to behave safely online, on the other.
Apparently after a long, awkward conversation, he succeeded in convincing Rocy that a) he hadn't been snooping intentionally, and b) she wasn't in trouble for looking at dirty pictures, but that c) she needed to understand there should be limits on her online activity, and that she had to behave in a safe and responsible manner. As a gesture of trust, he took away the "parental controls" limitations to her AOL account, and promised never to look on her computer without her permission (not that he'd been doing so this time - she'd explicitly asked him to fix something on her machine).
In exchange, Rocy promised never to do anything online that would ever a) reveal her identity to a stranger or b) be illegal. I think he agreed to allow stretching of the boundaries to the extent that in the case of the latter, she was allowed to be online as an "adult" - thus if she chose to find and download pictures or whatever she chose he wouldn't consider it against the rules as long as it was "adult-legal."
I think it was a very mature arrangement, overall, although perhaps Daniel had allowed more freedoms than I'd instinctively have given my own hypothetical daughter. But in retrospect she's handled it pretty well, and, in some ways I've even felt jealousy when I compare to my own restricted adolescence. All of which is to say, Rocy wasn't in any way "in trouble" when I "caught" her in a sex-oriented chatroom on AOL.
Nevertheless, I was surprised. The first time I saw her in the room, I recognized her screenname ("plywoodstarship" - very clever compared to my own lame screenname) because we'd exchanged emails before.
I recoiled at the thought of my 14 year old niece chatting around in the smut pits known as the AOL Special Interests category, since I knew, from many conversations with her, that she was basically pretty darn innocent - at least in experiential terms. So the first time I saw her, I made no effort to contact her. But I couldn't shake a certain degree of curiosity. Especially given that that was actually a chat room that I'd had "fun" in myself, a few times in the past. I guess I was intrigued. But I said nothing to her when I saw her several days after I'd seen her, though I looked at her from the corner of my eye with renewed curiosity. And I certainly didn't mention it to my brother.
Nevertheless, I did what any nosy, curious person would do - I added her name to my buddy list, and occasionally "checked up" on her. I saw her in "truth or dare" a few more times, and in "at home for dares" which definitely made me curious what she was up to. But I didn't have the courage myself to inquire about it. Or the better part of discretion won out, at least for a while.
Several weeks later, however, I was in a lonely (read: horny) mood and when I saw her in a new chatroom (something like "bored and braless" this time), I couldn't resist. Admittedly, the several glasses of wine I'd had didn't help with my sense of discretion, either.
So I sent her an ill-advised IM: "gotcha! where's your bra? hi - it's your aunt mary." To which her predictable response was to immediately log off - or else she placed me on "ignore" - which looks like logging off in AOL.
"Shit, now I've blown it," I thought to myself. The poor girl was probably thinking she was in trouble for sure.
I was just starting to feel really horribly about what I'd done, when an IM message appeared on my screen. It was Rocy. I like to "log" my IM sessions (because I'm a horny old broad who likes to savor and remember the little bits of online action she can occasionally get). As a result, I have a record of the entire conversation, and all the subsequent ones. As I relate this story, moving forward, you'll see that these logs themselves came to have a role in how things developed. But for now, I'll just insert the actual log and let you see what got said, typos and all.
plywoodstarship: sorry, aunt maria. i realized it was imature of me to run away but u realy scared me i hope ur not mad at the room i was in
marybcrazy1965: no no dear, i'm the one who's sorry - i shouldn't have "snuck up on you" that way
plywoodstarship: it's ok. im really embarassed tho
plywoodstarship: almost as much was when dad found that stuff on my comp
marybcrazy1965: lol don't be embarrassed darling
marybcrazy1965: and dont worry, i won't tell on you
plywoodstarship: whew thats a relief
marybcrazy1965: but even if he knew i'm sure his only concern would be if you were being safe or not plywoodstarship: dont worry i never give even my real name to ppl online
plywoodstarship: or send pics either
plywoodstarship: its just fun to chat sometimes
marybcrazy1965: i would definitely agree with you there lol
plywoodstarship: lol theres a lot of weirdos online but sometimes someone cool says hi
marybcrazy1965: do i count as someone cool?
plywoodstarship: actually ya u do
plywoodstarship: ur pretty cool
marybcrazy1965: that's sweet of you say rocy
plywoodstarship: i realized u wouldnt be mad after i logged off
marybcrazy1965: it was very mature of you to come back on an apologize
marybcrazy1965: once again you've impressed me. you're pretty sharp.
plywoodstarship: aww shucks :-)
plywoodstarship: so u dont think the room i was in is stupid
marybcrazy1965: lol no did you make it up yourself?
marybcrazy1965: it was clever
plywoodstarship: i wouldnt call that
marybcrazy1965: i confess i've seen you in other rooms before but i never said anything
marybcrazy1965: even your aunt mary gets shy sometimes
plywoodstarship: omg what rooms did u see me in
marybcrazy1965: truth or dare
marybcrazy1965: and something else about dares
marybcrazy1965: lol nothing embarrassing about any of those, as far as i'm concerned
marybcrazy1965: there's far worse online
plywoodstarship: that's for sure lol
plywoodstarship: u ever go in chatrooms
marybcrazy1965: definitely been known to happen
plywoodstarship: like what ones?
.... There is more of this story ...