Adventures in Modern Dating - Sex Stories

Adventures in Modern Dating

... questions, all of them true or false. They appeared to be randomly distributed and after a while, I began to recognize questions, which only differed by a word or two or by the degree of detail involved.

I answered them as honestly as possible, erring on the side of negative if I wasn't sure. I don't know how many questions I answered, they weren't numbered, but I was at it for about an hour. After the last question, the app indicated that further questions would be forthcoming as the AI evaluated my answers and formulated additional ones to further clarify my previous answers. I closed the app and went about my day-to-day activities.

After I had graduated college and gotten a job, I moved into an apartment near my parent's house. I usually went over for dinner a couple of nights during the week and I would sometimes hang out on the weekend if I didn't have any other plans. I usually didn't. My sister still lived at home while she finished college, she didn't have that many credit hours left until she finished her degree. She also rarely had plans for the weekend.

April was two years younger than my 25. Like me, she wasn't supermodel pretty but she wasn't butt ugly, either. She was the best kind of friend and sister, kind, thoughtful, and giving. Unfortunately, she was fixated on the fact that she didn't look like an Instagram queen, with the bubble butt, push-up bras, and off-screen sugar daddies paying the bills. We didn't argue much but when we did, that was what ...

... we argued about most.

I showed up on a Saturday morning, the plan was to help Dad clean out some of the old lawn care stuff and make room for the new riding mower they were planning to get. He had enjoyed cutting the grass with the push mower but his arthritic knees decided they felt otherwise and it was time to give in. Unfortunately, there was some kind of issue at work and he had gone to deal with that instead.

April was sprawled out on the couch, nose in her phone. At first, I thought she was lost in her usual deep-seated jealousy of all things influencer but the stare of intense concentration caught my attention.

"Hey, April. Whatcha doing?" I flopped down on the couch next to her.

She jumped in surprise, flattening the screen against her chest. "A survey. Why?"

"No Instagram? Surely somebody put out to get a Lambo or a new yacht from their sugar grandpappy?"

"Probably. I'll check later and let you know. You want something?"

"Nope. Supposed to help Dad but he had to go fix something or the other. Mom's probably playing with her plants again so it's time to annoy you."

"Right, Paul." April kept the phone pressed against her chest while giving me her classic side-eye.

"What are you watching?" Something about the way she was acting made me curious. It wasn't social media, she would have had the phone in my face, complaining that it wasn't fair so-and-so had a new car because she got a boob job.

April didn't need a boob job, she wasn't huge but ...