One late Saturday night I was beating off to a random porn site when I accidentally found bliss. Her name was Shirley Le Roux and one look at her made me fall in love. But I didn't know any of that just yet.
My life wasn't going so great and all I could do was lose myself in video games and porn, but seeing that one photo made me into a convert. Suddenly life didn't suck so bad. She exuded a kind of hopefulness and cheer even in a dark seedy porn shoot that I'd never seen expressed before quite this way. There was that smile with the perfect dimples and it told me that she wasn't really there in that photo, no, not in that reality. It was just her body there. The smile was her breaking through the fourth wall.
I was sure that the captured moment was something rare I'd seen of a person. Maybe it was just me getting star struck, but no, I had witnessed an accidental glimmer of her real self. I was absolutely sure of it, it was a sublime moment. I touched the screen trying to make a desperate connection to a porn star on an ad-infested site, and I cried because it was so pathetic, and I had a bit of Jack Daniels in me working my way toward the whole fifth. She was having fun despite guys defiling her body, and she was beautiful. And I was so pathetic. She was covered in jizz and had a cock in her ass, and - and this was the one image to evoke my emotions?
My dirtbag mother died a year back and I was now living in her decrepit trailer home since I had nowhere else to go. It was raining heavily the entire week from a stuck nor'easter and a few rusty buckets were trying to slow the roof leaks. They were already there before I moved in and until now I typically never needed to empty them because they'd evaporate before overflowing. Even though we'd been distant, I dropped out of college to take care of her in her last days.
During one of her lucid moments, she warned me about my uncle. "Don't trust him," she said and left all she had in this world to me in her will. And later I realized that was the worst thing she's ever done to me because he soon came for it all, and he was nasty about it.
"Her name is Shirley Le Roux," said Bear, "and of course that's not her real last name."
The site I found her on didn't have captions, just bootlegs of her pics and videos. Luckily, Bear knew everything on the internet. He knew his porn stars, what their fetishes were, and everything there was to be known about something called the Doki Doki Literature Club. Think he lived in Canada, but we played video games together since I was a kid. We didn't know each other's real names. We never met.
Bear disapproved, "She's too thin for me, I don't know why you like her." Of course, we didn't need to explain things to each other. He was saying he wasn't going to beat off to her, which was I suppose a nice thing to say, in a fucked-up internet sort of way.
"You know," Bear added ponderingly, "...she plays Minecraft."
Which was interesting.
Then a loud knock made me peel myself away from the computer and I found Connie on the other side of the door wearing a short denim skirt and high heels. She was the neighborhood slut, a white trash housewife whose blissfully unaware husband worked nights. She'd been fucking me for years, even before I went off to college, and I liked that I didn't have to use condoms with her. She wasn't ugly, but neither was she considered pretty. Somewhere in between, but god was she horny. Her coming over was the pussy equivalent of a comfort meal.
She lifted her wet hoodie and kissed me. She was a terrible kisser, but it was proper form to do that first. I walked us to the couch where in a rote fashion I pulled my pants down and sat in the middle. Without delay she climbed on top, pulled her panties aside and rode my dick quietly for a quarter hour until I came inside her. Her pussy usually felt better after I jerked off a few times earlier in the day, but today I skipped that part and was thinking about Shirley as she fucked me and so I stayed rock hard the entire time and came buckets while grunting. It made Connie smile.
Trapped in the trailer park is what she was. She didn't drive, she didn't work, so fucking her neighbors kept her entertained. She got knocked up way too early in life and dropped out of highschool to raise a new batch of delinquents modeled after their father. After her fourth kid, she got her tubes tied and that was convenient for me. Having made me cum, she smiled and got up. She had a missing tooth on one side and a few leaners on the other. She felt insecure about herself so she always dressed up slutty. It compensated nicely. She wiped herself off with a paper towel from the kitchen and went home after kissing me on the cheek.
Bear was good at sleuthing.
Finding what servers Shirley played on took two weeks because she didn't volunteer her username to the internet, but I was enthusiastic about the treasure hunt. Through a series of hints we guessed who she might be on there. Bear helped with the leads for us to eliminate, but you could tell he was getting annoyed about my new obsession. Too bad because I really needed him for this. Most of the servers she periodically played on were public, and within a month of quietly playing on one she liked, I finally made contact.
It was Bear's brilliant idea to befriend some of her friends and then wait until we inevitably interacted. It felt somewhat smarmy, but it worked.
"Why did you build your house upside-down?" she asked me over text chat, and I took a half hour to explain. Which was the first half hour we ever spent together, and it meant a lot to me. I never forgot it.
She thought it was cute and then lingered around my expanding upside-down village ever since, adding flowers wherever she liked. Even in places I really did not want them in. She had a flower in her character's hair, and I thought it was the most beautiful pixelated representation of her. My second monitor now always had pictures of her work, tastefully cropped. Months went by. I found out all I could about her and wanted more. Bear fronted me some money so I could join her paid site.
