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“Are you sure?” I say, not even believing the words that are coming out of my mouth. Are we really going to go through with this? Am I going to be having sex with Brice in the next few minutes? What happens after that?
“I just don’t want us to regret anything.”
Does that mean he wants it or not? It’s such a noncommittal answer that it could swing either way. Of course, I can’t accuse him of being unsure when I have no idea myself. What if this is completely awkward? What if we start but can’t go through with it? Then we get the worst of both worlds: a broken friendship and no money to show for it.
“I’ve got an idea,” I say. I’m still biting my lips, but this time I’m licking them too. Moistening them for what’s about to come. “How about first we try to kiss? I mean, that should tell us if it’s too awkward to go further, right?”
A short nod is all I get in response. Then he’s moistening his lips too. As we lean into each other, the mattress creaks beneath our shifting weight. All of my senses are heightened in that rare occurrence that hits when I’m least expecting it. It could be when I’m walking down a hallway and suddenly I’m aware of my existence. Thinking about all of the autonomous systems in my body that are keeping me alive. Of the brain and its countless connections. Of how I only need to think to move my fingers. To lean my weight forward. To press my lips against Brice’s.
Fireworks don’t explode outside the window when our lips meet. Electricity doesn’t crawl up my skin leaving goose bumps in their wake. But my heart leaps, and I can’t help but sigh against him.
So this is what it’s supposed to feel like. Not the animal need for touch, but an affection that every one of my previous relationships has lacked. Our lips pull at the other’s, twisting slightly. This is the first kiss that we’ve ever shared. And now that it’s happening, I can’t imagine why we ever waited so long. When we pull away, it’s only long enough to smile. Then, before I can even get a full breath, I’m connected to him again, my hands reaching up for his cheeks.
Everything about this is right. That is until I remember that we have an audience.
The message is still prominent on my screen. A notification that I’ve received $2,000. That its sender is waiting for us in a private chat room. Brice isn’t looking at the computer screen. He’s watching me. Letting me make the decision.
Instead of talking about it, I take his hand and squeeze it. Then I pull his finger to the keyboard and we press ‘Accept’ together.
A new window pops up and after a few seconds of darkness, our benefactor is on the screen. He’s probably somewhere in his mid-forties. Not hideous, but certainly overweight, his shoulders slumping forward as he leans closer to his screen.
Take her pants off. That’s the first thing he says. A command that is neither polite nor demeaning. It is simply a request with no more emotion behind it than if I were to ask Brice to turn out the lights before a movie.
But this might be too much for the mild-mannered Brice. He’s never been told to perform on camera. Everything is new to him, and I have no idea how he’s going to take to being ordered around. Brice hesitates as his fingers approach the front of my pajama pants. His look is asking me if I’m sure. With a little nod, I tell him to go ahead.
I swallow as his cold fingers graze my waist. He slowly slides them over my hips. I’m biting my lips. I’ve never felt so shy yet so turned on during any of my other cam shows.
“You’re not wearing any underwear?” Brice hisses at me.
With all of this going on, I completely forgot. So with my pants now halfway off and my shirt previously removed, I find myself suddenly and completely nude.
Kiss her. Everywhere.
Brice hesitates, but not for the reason I expected. He’s not wondering if he should go through with this after all. Not worrying about how this might affect our relationship. No, as I lie back on the bed, he’s taking in all my curves, soaking his eyes in the sight.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he says in a light whisper that I don’t think the microphone picks up. Then he’s on all fours on top of me. His lips reach out for mine. His tongue glides along my lower lip, and mine comes out to greet him, but he’s moving down my neck already, pausing shortly at my collarbones. I pull his shirt over his head and relish in the sensation of his bare chest against my breasts. He’s so warm, and his dick so hard, rubbing across my mound as he slides further down to give attention to my breasts.
They’re not massive. In fact, I’ve always been a bit shy about their size. It was the one thing I was sure would hold me back as a cam girl, but my viewers, like Brice, never seemed to mind. I guess boobs are boobs for men. And Brice sure seems satisfied.
His fingertips glide over my ribs and around my breasts as his kisses finally make their way down to my nipples. When his mouth encloses around my
left nipple, I let out a little gasp and arch my back to press myself further into his mouth. His right hand then trails down my side, curving down between my legs. His fingers are at tickling around my pussy, parting my lips slightly and bringing out all the juices I’ve been working up since this started. I’m so wet that he has no problem slipping one finger inside me.
“God, Brice,” I moan out. I clamp down on his earlobe and suck. That’s all the confirmation he needs as he rubs circles around my clit.
The rational part of my brain is locked up deep in the recesses of my skull. My libido tosses away the key, happy to have control of my body all to itself. As I give into to my carnal senses, moaning and pressing my hips against Brice’s fingers, a small voice of reason tells me that this is crazy. Brice is my oldest friend. We’re practically family at this point. I would never want to do anything to jeopardize our relationship, because he’s everything to me. At the same time, this moment is everything. I wouldn’t even care if the whole world were watching through that webcam. I don’t want Brice to stop.
Lick her.
The command is vague. It could mean to lick any part of my body, but that’s not what Brice does. In a swift movement, he slides down my body and buries his face between my legs. No teasing. No easing into it. Brice dives in, licking up the length of my vulva and painting a wet stripe over my clitoris. With the help of tender fingers, he pulls my lips apart to get better access. Then he’s nuzzling, sucking, and licking me so that my fingers dig into his scalp as I press my crotch against his mouth.
Nothing can stop this onslaught of ecstasy now. I need Brice. Need him like a drug. In fact, I can’t wait for him to slide in me, to fill me. But no commands come through on the computer. Although there’s the sense of being watched, I’ve lost all awareness of the outside world. Everything is Brice’s touch and my swelling pleasure.
It’s coming soon.
I’m cumming soon.
My breathing races ahead, filling me with the oxygen my muscles will need as they tighten, ready to convulse. I don’t want this moment to end, but I can’t stop myself. I’m no longer in control. For a pause the length of a single breath, everything stills. My body. The universe. The only movement is Brice’s tongue and his sumptuous lips. Then I’m bucking against him, my thighs squeezing his head until I’m sure he’ll pull away. But he doesn’t. And his tongue doesn’t stop either.
