I am 18 and all players and characters must be 18 !

We'd met only a couple weeks ago, and only online at that. I've just barely turned 18 and my parents *finally* let me get online without constant monitoring. They've been extremely, excessively protective of me since the day I was born. Only ever home schooled, church three times a week, and never allowed to go out anywhere alone at all. But of course I've never minded it - it's all I've ever known. But at long last, now that I'm officially an adult I'm allowed to go on the internet in all its glory! Well, as far as I know. In reality my parents put a filter on my PC, but I'm blissfully unaware.

I'd heard rumors about online gaming through friends at church and I've been eager to try it out. I installed some free, easy to run game on my computer and began the struggle to figure out how to play. It turned out to be quite an undertaking without any prior gaming experience! I was helplessly lost, and for better or for worse it was very easy to tell for anyone else in the game. Thankfully for me, I bumped into you very early on! We chatted over text for the first couple days and got along extremely well, and eventually you asked if I had a mic. I didn't, but we decided we could talk on the phone while we played. I had to convince my parents you were a friend from church, which was your idea. This was a common theme between us - you were quite demanding of me, and I was very eager to please my only friend from outside my bubble. It was exciting!

We played together for a few weeks, chatting and having a great time together. Well, at least most of the time. You were perfectly amicable when I was farming for you, or when I was following you around as your support. But if I wanted to keep items I'd acquired that you wanted, or if I got too friendly with others in the game, you'd get upset. I tried my best not to let that happen, and I'd apologize profusely any time I accidentally made you upset. I'd give you whatever items you wanted without question, and eventually resigned to only talking to you.

One day you asked for a picture of me. All along you'd probably been subtly flirting with me, but my total inexperience with socialization would leave me totally oblivious. I'd always be confused by your innuendos, very innocently and naively asking what you mean, but you'd always just tell me not to worry. So when it came time to send a picture I *was* a little hesitant, but only because of my parents. I trusted you, and I didn't want to make you upset, so I complied. It's a picture my father has always particularly liked of me, which in my mind meant it was objectively the best. You acted a little weird after I sent it, but I was able to brush it off without much thought.

Going into week two of our friendship it isn't far off from Valentine's day. You bring it up here and there, hinting that you'd like to do something, though I wouldn't make much of your hints. By now you'd learned a lot about my absurdly sheltered upbringing, giving you a lot of insight into why I behave the way I do. Preying upon my deep desire to please, along with my blatant aversion to making you upset, you decide that I will be visiting you in person for Valentine's. It isn't presented as a suggestion. You tell me what I will do, and of course I agree without hesitation. Besides, people meet their new friends from the internet all the time, as far as you've told me! You explain that I will tell my parents it's a church trip, even aiding in convincing them with a phone call from the "pastor" that's organizing it. Of course there is no pastor, and it's just you. I feel bad for tricking my parents, but you're able to make up my mind that it isn't so bad and I shouldn't worry about it.

It isn't but a day or two later that I've packed my bags, said my goodbyes and headed for the airport. I have butterflies in my stomach every step of the way, both from excitement and nervousness. It's exciting to do something so big on my own, but just as scary! I've never been alone with someone outside of my bubble and I'm scared I'll say something wrong or do something wrong, or even just look like a dork. It takes a lot of deep breaths and self assurance to keep calm. I call you briefly before I board to let you know for certain that I'm on the way and what time I'll arrive, and then I'm off!

It's a long flight from southern Florida to Montana, but I've flown on planes a lot with my family. First class is a given, of course. My family is wealthy, which you'd likely caught onto by now. Upon landing I'm excited just to be on the ground again, thought of course I'm even more excited to get to you. I rush to the restroom to strip my face of its makeup, even though it's still perfect. I reapply my elegant liner, lush mascara and bold red lipstick, taking my time to ensure it's absolutely perfect. I do this every time, first thing in the morning. It's relaxing, almost entrancing. Besides, I'd get in trouble at home if my makeup wasn't perfect every day, no matter what. Once I'm freshened up, I find my luggage and hop in an Uber to your place. It's quite a long ways, but of course the price is no problem. I hop out of the car, grab my suitcase and strut my way up to your door.

I stand at a modest 5'2" - at least I would if I could ever be found in any shoe besides designer high heels. Really, I'm effectively 5'8". I've donned a simple pair; black, 6" with thin ankle straps and a cheeky peep toe. My shapely, fair-skinned, visibly smooth legs are nearly fully exposed all the way up to the last third of my supple thighs. That's where the hem of my elegant, velvet dress finally hides them away. The skirt of the dress flows out around me, accentuating my broad hips and in turn my tiny, cinched waist. My bust blossoms just above, framed ever so perfectly by the sweeping ribbons that form the top of the dress. There's definitely an eyeful of cleavage on display... maybe two eyefuls. My slender shoulders are left bare thanks to the straplessness of the dress, either one extending into a thin arm that disappears behind my back. My perfectly manicured hands are clasped together, their cherry red nails gently pressing into the opposing hand with nervous tension. A silver cross necklace dangles around my neck, hanging just barely above my cleavage. A pair of matching, large, silver hoop earrings dangle from either ear. My luscious, jet black, waist length hair is perfectly straight and hanging down my back. The wind tugs it to the side, as it does my dress and earrings as well. It's absolutely frigid out - hardly 20 degrees. I hadn't considered that the weather would be different, but it would hardly change the way I'd dress. I don't own much besides tiny black dresses, so while it may appear I've dressed up exceptionally well, this is closer to typical for me than you'd expect.

I lift a dainty, lithe hand and give the door a couple knocks before replacing it behind my back. I take a half step away from the door and put on my friendliest grin, fighting against incessant shivers and nervousness. Here we go!

Please Kik me @ VirtualGirlfriend with your reply to the prompt!

Limits: musk, sweat, gore, vore, blood, scat, generally the gross stuff.

You can learn my kinks by playing with me, just like you would in real life!

Talk to you soon! C: