It started with this little redhead named Ginger that I’d met on Tinder. She was barely old enough to drink, still lived with her mom, and was looking to be with a woman for the first time. Of course I was happy to help. And so we chatted on the app and then moved to text. I promised to treat her like a sexy little princess. Her sexual experience was next to nothing–a high school boyfriend that she’d stayed with during a stint at community college, followed by a couple of fuck buddies she’d picked up on tinder who didn’t have their own place, couldn’t afford a hotel, and mostly seemed content to settle with a rushed fuck in the backseat of their car.
Witin a week we were having phone sex. She’d rub her sweet little pussy and moan and send me pics as I talked her through an orgasm. It had been a while since I’d come across a girl who was so eager and without a trace of cynicism. We met for coffee. Flirted. All of this involved sneaking around during the day because she didn’t have a car and definitely didn’t want her mom to know she was fooling around with anyone–especially an older woman.