Chapter 1

I can't believe I did stuff like that when I was younger. I'm almost twenty now. But one of the wildest and probably stupidest things I did when I was a horny, naive, almost 16 year old was to try and seduce older guys in chat rooms and IMs.

The guys always wanted to know how old I was. Sometimes I would lie and say I was 18. Other times I wouldn't tell them and they would beg me to. Then if I said I wasn't really 18, they would go away, which kind of pissed me off.

But then I met this one guy in a chat room. We just started chatting and he told me how old he was (45). His name was Robert and he had a wife and kids and he said he was just there looking for fun. I said I was too. He asked my age and I teased and wouldn't tell him. I said maybe I would if we went private, which he said was o.k. So in the private room he asked me again. "Annie, how old are you?"

"How old do you want me to be?" I asked him.

"I don't really care. I'm more interested in the girl than in what her age is."

"But, do you have an age of girl that really turns you on?"

"It really doesn't matter, Annie. Just so long as you're 18. You're 18, aren't you?" I figured that was what he wanted to know. I also figured that like most every other guy, he would leave the chat room if I said I wasn't.

"Why? Don't girls under 18 turn you on?"

"I didn't say that. I just want to know how old you are."

"Well, my birthday is coming up in a few months. How's that?"

"Funny. Which birthday is coming up in a few months?"

"Do girls under 18 turn you on, or what?"

"I told you, it doesn't matter to me."

"But, would it turn you off if I was under 18?"

"Well, no ... but..."

"But what? Would it turn you off? Do girls under 18 turn you off?"

"No. Not at all."

"So, "but" what?"

"Well, you seem like a lot of fun. I'd like to know what turns you on."

"Older guys turn me on ... giggle." They all like it when I say that.

"I'm glad to hear that Annie. Really glad."

"So what's the problem, Robert?"

"The problem is that I can't talk to you if you're under 18." This was the first time any guy actually said that. Usually they just go away like I said before.

"Why can't you talk to me if I'm under 18?"

"Well, it's not exactly that I can't talk to you. I just can't talk to you about the things I'd really like to talk to you about."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like I said before ... what turns you on ... for example."

"Why can't you talk to me about that if I'm not 18."

"For a couple of reasons." I was really curious. "Like, because you might get in trouble?"

"Yes, that's part of it."

"Why would you get in trouble? You mean, like your wife might find out?"

"No, like legal trouble."

"Why? You can't get in trouble for just talking to someone under age."

"That's not true. I just read something that said a guy was arrested for just talking to an underage girl. Besides, that's not the only reason."

"What else?"

"Well, truthfully, it just doesn't seem right." That was definitely the first time I ever heard that one online.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I have a daughter who's not 18, like I'm assuming now that you're not. I honestly wouldn't like the idea of her chatting about sex with a guy my age. And I can't imagine your father would be too crazy about it either." It was so weird to find a guy online who seemed to have a conscience. I didn't like it!

"Well, what if your daughter really liked sex? If she was sexually active and she liked talking about sex?"

"Are you saying those things about yourself, Annie?"

"Maybe ... giggle. But seriously, would that make a difference?"

"I can't say for sure. I still don't think I'd like it. So come on. How old are you, Annie?"

"How about if I tell you what I look like first? That wouldn't get you in trouble."

"Sure. What do you look like?"

"I'm short, 5'2. I'm really curvy but in the right places. I have really dark curly hair and kind of olive skin."

"That sounds nice."

"I think you'd like it. Lots of guys like it."

"Have you been with guys?"

"You mean, have I had sex? Can you ask me that?"

"I don't know, since you haven't told me how old you are, you little brat ... my turn to laugh!"

"Oooohhhhhh! I can't believe you called me that! I'm soooo much a big brat! And you know what else?"

"What, Annie?"

"I really, really like it when older guys call me that. It turns me on." It was the truth. He was turning me on.

"Really? Cool."

"So, you like turning me on, huh?"

"I think you sound really sweet, and attractive. I still want to know how old you are before I can say much more. But yes, I wouldn't mind that."

"What, if you turned me on? Say it."

"Yes. I would like it if I turned you on."

"Are you getting turned on?"

"Annie ... how old? Why are you being such a tease?"

"Because that's what brats do! And because it's turning you on, right?"

"O.K., Annie. It's turning me on. Now how old are you."

"Well, since you're so sweet, I'll tell you, but you're not gonna like it."

"Uh-oh."

"I'm not 18. Well, bye." I figured he'd leave, but he didn't.

"Why, do you have to go?" Robert asked.

"No. It's just that like I said, guys always make excuses or just disappear when I say I'm not 18."