......floating boobs?'

Rebecca

“Ah…ah…that is the g-spot. More. Deeper. I love you. There is ah…….”

Luke's mistress screamed like that. I got over this crap a long time ago, back when he was still bringing home different women all the time. But lately? He has stuck with this one lady for way longer than usual.

Only one thing changed. Luke and this shameless woman used to do it in his room. And his room is far from mine. l never heard this screaming.

But now? They have been having sex right beside my room. The wall between us is not even real brick, so I can hear every single thing.

This is the third night in a row. Her moaning and screaming goes straight into my ears.

This is on purpose. I am only human. That sound makes my mind drift back to that night with Collins. Because I was drunk, I only remember pieces of it. Bits and pieces keep coming back.

“Suck my breasts. Ah…arggg. aaaag….ghhh. Keep sucking.” She screams like she is dying. “What should I do for you that no woman has done for you? Bury your cock in my mouth?”

I press my hands over my ears. But the more I do that, the more my ears find those tiny gaps to let the sound in. My so-called husband and his woman.

Are they trying to get me aroused or jealous?

I have to do something. Something to pull my brain away from this noise. But what?

I have no friends to talk to. That is all part of Luke's shady plan.

I cannot even leave the house. He threatened me.

Why can’t I just d******d a dating app?

Do I even want to date anyone?

No.

Just something fun. But what about my picture? I will not show my face. But I need something that grabs attention.

And what works? My boobs. I burst out laughing. Yeah, my boobs. No one can tie that back to me.

Anonymous.

I d******d the app. I name myself “Floating Boobs.”

I pull off my top and my bra. My breasts look cute. My nipples point straight at the phone camera.

One shot.

My sexy boobs are on my phone now. Ready to go up on my profile. I add this caption:

“A hot lady locked in a mansion. Only a real kiss can set her free. Just so you know, I am not a virgin anymore. Do not ask me why.”

The second my account goes live, I see hundreds of requests from men.

“Hi sweetie, you look hot!”

“Cute babe.”

“My honey!”

Messages like that keep coming. I can either reject them or accept.

Men love nice breasts. They can not wait for me to answer. Looking through their profiles and rejecting them is actually fun.

It feels like a game. It pulls my attention away from whatever Luke and his mistress are doing.

“My name is Lin. Turn on your WiFi. I am on a rescue mission. Have you done that?”

“My WiFi has been hacked.” I like this message. I want to keep going.

“Lol,” he sends a laughing face. “What about your Bluetooth?” he asks.

“Under construction.”

“You are funny. I know you are bored. That is why you made this account.”

“You are right. I just need someone to talk to.”

“Can I have your phone number?”

“No. I am in prison.”

“Federal or state prison?”

“Mayor's prison.” I answer.

“What did you do?”

“Having sexy boobs?”

“Those are natural gifts. How is that a crime?”

“I got the wrong judge.”

“Then I need to ask for a retrial.”

“The same judge will be there. No justice.”

“I want to take your place for a while.”

“You can not get in here. This is a woman's world.”

“What if I dress like a woman?”

“Will not your cock give you away if you see naked pictures? Like the one on my profile.”

“No. I will stay strong and train my cock to behave.”

“I do not believe in love, so there is no point in saving me. I would not let you fuck me anyway. Wait. Are you married?”

“No.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“When is the last time you had sex?” I ask.

“I do not want to talk about that. What about you?”

“I do not want to talk about it either.”

“I have felt some kind of relief since we started talking.”

“Me too. And that is exactly why I am ending this chat. Goodbye.”

Did I really end it? Yes. Because it was starting to make me feel something I hate. Falling for a man. Every time my heart tries to trick me, I shut it down right away.

Besides, the reason I started chatting in the first place is gone. Luke and his mistress are both asleep now. My ears can finally rest.

I feel like logging back in and continuing the conversation. But I refuse. Every time I give love a chance, I get burned.

I will only open this dating app when Luke fucks that woman next door. Just to keep myself distracted.

*****

Two days later, I keep my promise to myself. It is around eight at night. Then I hear it.

“Aaaag….go deeper and harder…. I can feel you….argg…better.”

The mistress again. To block it out, I log into the app. I see so many messages from Lin. But this one grabs me:

“Hi floating boobs. I still look for you in the quiet nights. Your memory haunts me. My heart loves a ghost I can never touch. I love you from impossible distances. Every breath hurts because you are not here. Every lonely morning reminds me that no road leads back to the only woman my soul wants. I am hopeless. But I am hopelessly yours.”

“This man is falling for me! Hmmm…..”

**********

Collins

“Collins, you have less than forty-eight hours to show up at this launch event. Have you decided to take Rachel or not?”

Phillip and I are at the bar. This time in my life is a mess. I need distractions. One of them is this dating app.

“I found someone online. I have told her I will be taking her out to an event, but she has not agreed yet. She said she is in prison. A self made prison.”

“Are you insane? You mean 'floating boobs?' I have known you for years. You have never acted like this.”

“Phillip, you would not get it.” I take a sip of my wine.

“Before you say I would not get it, let me ask you something. Just answer each question. Maybe it will help.”

“Go ahead, Phillip,” I say.

“Have you ever seen this so-called 'floating boobs' face?”

“No.”

“Are you sure you are not just obsessed with the boobs in her profile picture?”

“I love how she talks.”

“What adult tells you she is in prison and can not show her real face?”

“I did not show my real face either. I just posted a picture of my abs on my profile.”

“Do you want this little chat to land you in trouble? This could be child sexual abuse. I am pretty sure the person you are talking to is underage. She is living with her parents, that is why she can not show her real face or come see you. You told me she might come here today…”

“She has not fully agreed yet.”

Phillip's words make me think. Am I really talking to an underage girl? That is bullshit. It would be better to go to that launch event with Rachel than with some kid.

There is no point in asking her if she is underage. She would never admit it. The best move is to delete the app. I need to face reality.

“Phillip…you might be right. The dating app was supposed to distract me from my situation. I would never let someone sexually talk to an underage girl. I am deleting the app.”

Right when I was about to delete it, I logged in one last time and I saw this message.

“I really miss you, Lin. Come online. Let us talk. I will tell you something I have never told anyone before.”