Will
“Come in,” Lucy called.
I pushed the door open, and crinkled my nose from the stale air. How mad would my roommate get if I were to pop her bedroom’s window open?
She sat hunched at her desk, eyes fixed on the massive screen while the LEDs of her PC tower played over her face. Her cat-eared headset had seen better days.
I leaned in against the doorframe. Judging by how ratty her hair looked, she’d rolled straight from bed into the group call with her online friends I’d heard all morning.
Typical lockdown day.
“Got a minute?” I asked.
Lucy finally looked at me, a wide smile taking over her lips as she raised the mic away from them. “Hey you! Do you mind if we finish this round? Enemy tank is fucking us raw anyway, so won’t be long.”
“Sure.”
“You’re the best!” She turned back to the screen and pointed at her bed over her shoulder.
A few days ago, I would’ve just gone back to my room and waited. But a lot had happened in just a few days. For one, I’d slept in this bed, so it didn’t feel as weird to just climb in for a little while anymore.
It still felt as comfortable as the last time around, even with the cover a little messier. Still smelled great too.
Lucy was shouting into her mic. Something about Winston being broken. She had her legs up on the seat of the chair, a fleece blanket wrapped half-around her shoulder, half-around the backrest.
Surrounded by her room’s nerdy paraphernalia, this version of her felt light-years away from the hyper-focused camgirl who’d jerked me off on a livestream.
I reached for the laptop on her nightstand, and kicked the back of her chair.
“What?” Lucy croaked in surprise, lifting the left side of the headset from her ear.
“Password?” I asked, making a show of opening the lid.
“My birthday.”
I peered at the keyboard, feeling guilty. “Obviously I know when that is, but could you maybe remind me?”
She groaned, but rattled it off. In my defence, we’d only lived together for about two years at that point.
I took a deep breath, then went to work.
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I almost jumped up when Lucy swiveled her chair around and laid her legs right on top of mine.
“All done,” she announced proudly.
Voices could still be heard coming from the headset now resting around her neck.
“So,” I started, gathering my courage. “Since the livestream I’ve been thinking about what we’ve been doing and…”
“And you’re ready to admit it’s actually pretty hot,” she cut me off, tilting her head with a smug smirk.
“I’ve actually been doing some market research.”
“Market research?” she chuckled.
My only answer was to spin the laptop around, her eyes landing on the half-dozen Reddit threads I’d opened up.
I watched her face as she reacted to the same exact clip of the livestream I knew by heart now. Lucy’s lips making contact with the tip of my cock, my hips bucking, and the first spurt of my orgasm hitting her right in the eye.
“I mean,” she started once the shock passed, “people seem to agree with me that this was, in fact, pretty hot.”
She slid from her chair to crouch on the bed, closer to the laptop.
“Wow, how many of these threads did you find? A fan sent me one of them but I had no idea how much the clips spread.”
I put my imaginary consultant hat back on.
“That’s what I’m talking about. You should be in every comment section, shilling your OnlyFans.”
Lucy looked up from the screen, teeth bared by her wide grin. “Will! I didn’t know you had what it takes to pimp your own roommate! I’m so proud of you.”
“Fuck off.” I rolled my eyes and pulled her laptop back to me, like I’d overshared or something.
“No but I get your point,” she managed when she stopped laughing. “You should go ahead and create an account. I’m already logged in on the QuietPixel email.”
It only took a few seconds to register.
“We need a bio with a link to your page…” I was a little overwhelmed. I’d not thought out this part of the process.
“Lemme see,” she said, crawling up the bed to slump next to me, back against the headboard.
She was close. A little too close.
“You need a shower.”
Lucy looked like I’d just kicked a puppy. She shoved me, then seeing my completely straight expression, blushed and took a sniff of her armpit.
“Be right back,” she muttered, already slipping out of the room.
A few moments later, I could hear the water running in the bathroom.
Lacking inspiration, I opened her YouTube channel to try and get a better idea of her online persona. Surprisingly, it felt a little dry, her videos using some pretty cookie-cutter descriptions.
I could have just copied what she’d written on OnlyFans, but it felt like an invasion to pull up her private page without asking her first.
Instead, I tried to watch the first minutes of one of her ASMR videos. They went back years, to her college days, before she’d ever dyed her hair. There was something charming about the brunette electrical engineering student, recording in her tiny dorm room with a shitty webcam.
“How’s it going?”
I quickly closed the tab. It would have been less embarrassing to be caught watching actual porn.
Lucy stepped back into the room, half-dyed sloshy strands of hair clinging to her face and neck, skin flushed from the hot water.
“Hey, that’s mine,” I complained, pointing at the fluffy bathrobe she was wrapped in.
“Shouldn’t have called me stinky. It’s payback. And super comf. I need one of these.”
I shrugged and she climbed into the bed once more, this time making no effort to keep her distance, her warm body pressed right into my side.
“You made like zero progress,” she said when I showed her the blank profile.
“Not as easy as I thought.”
“I know, right? Almost like it’s a real job or something. Give me a second…”
She took over the keyboard, and in a few minutes, a fairly serviceable bio took form. It had suggestive emojis, leading questions and featured the link to her OF. Good enough.
“We need a profile picture too,” I said, surrounded by her fresh scent.
“Let’s dig into my old selfies, I don’t want to reuse something I’ve already posted.”
Lucy brought up a cloud folder, which required a password to unlock.
“Jesus, how many of these do you have?” I whispered, reeling from the wall of hundreds of pictures.
They ranged from a little flirty, to full-on nudity. The casual way she browsed through them really disturbed me. I’d never seen so much of my roommate. And she’d never posted these online?
“Typical man. You all think it’s so easy to come up with a good nude? It would have killed the mood to whip out the tripod every time I sexted a guy on Tinder.”
Oh. Great. That solved the mystery. I felt a stone drop down my chest. I nodded but kept quiet.
She was so focused, she didn’t notice my silence, until she finally made up her mind.
“None of these will do,” she declared. “Can you set up the backdrop and lights? I need to throw on some quick makeup.”
“Sure.”
Lucy showed me where she stored the black bed sheet. I managed to hang it around the edge of the mattress while she did her makeup at her desk, whipping out an impressive looking array of products.
By the time I was done with the lights, she was already back on her feet, messing with her fancy camera.
“All done! You shouldn’t need to touch any settings,” she said, handing it to me, before striking a pose, arms behind her back, face tilted up at me. “What do you think?”
“Uh, seems fine,” I muttered, off-balance.
“I’m talking about my makeup, dumbass.”
She’d gone extra hard. The eyeliner wings at the tips of her eyelids had a spiky little detail. Her eyelashes went on forever and her lips had a glossy heart shape. Her hair was still wet but she’d successfully styled it into something that looked natural rather than unkempt.
“You look nice. Don’t want to change?”
My bathrobe looked like a mage’s robe on her. The white fabric reached her calves, hiding most of her curves.
“Nah, we’ll have to make this work.”
She sat down on the gaming chair, unlocking the backrest to lean back. One foot came up to the seat, parting the robe just enough to show the length of her bare leg, a fluffy flap hanging loosely over her other thigh.
I swallowed, doing my best not to confirm she wore nothing underneath.
“See,” she said with a mischievous smile. “Creativity.”
Peering into the viewfinder made my mouth go dry. Lucy was in focus, separating from the rest of the world, down to the very last half-dyed strand of hair, until she was all I could see.
“So? Am I in frame? Is the background okay?”
“Uh…” Background. Right.
“The backdrop isn’t really doing a great job covering anything from here,” I said, pointing at the busy shelf behind her.
“Crap. No point hiding all of the mess I guess…”
She suddenly perked up, jumping to her feet.
“I have an idea,” she called, already halfway to her bedside table.
I watched from the other side of the room as she rummaged through her drawer.
“Tada!” Lucy spun on her heels, proudly holding out whatever she’d fished from there.
It was a small, electric blue dildo, complete with a fake pair of balls and a suction cup at the base. She walked over and stuck it upright on the desk, right next to her chair.
“You’re really embracing the messy e-girl aesthetic,” I chuckled as she slumped back into her previous pose.
“I mean…” She waved at the general appearance of her room. “Besides, Will Junior can help distract from the actual mess. Camera picks it up?”
I brought the viewfinder back to my face. Out of the lens’ focus, the blue dildo was blurred, but the shape was unmistakable.
“Yeah, we’re set.”
The process of shooting was a lot less arousing than what we’d been up to so far. Maybe because I was the one who had to actually put thought into it this time around? I couldn’t really appreciate the way she arched her neck when I had to wonder if it would catch a horny redditor’s eyes.
“This looks more like a boudoir shoot than profile pictures,” I lamented while we broke for Lucy to review what I’d captured.
“You’re overthinking this,” she said, looking up from the tiny LCD. “I look pretty good in these. I’d click on me.”
I tried not to sulk. This was basically my first time using a real camera, not just a phone. Of course the pictures weren’t going to turn out great. But somehow, my ego was bruised. And worse, I felt like she was humoring me.
Without really thinking, I reached out for the collar of the robe, let my fingers slide down the fabric then tugged. It gave easily, slipping aside until the curve of her right breast came into view.
I froze, realizing what I’d just done. To my surprise, I found Lucy smiling at me, almost impressed rather than pissed off.
“Will?” she asked.
“Let’s try it this way,” I declared, riding my newfound confidence.
That little alteration made all the difference. Lucy transformed herself under my gaze, languorously stretching her back over the chair. It was not hard to imagine the eyes she was making for the camera were actually for me.
It took a lot of effort to focus on the actual pictures rather than the expanses of her exposed skin.
“Close your legs a little, you look like you’re crouching.”
She snickered. “Will, getting territorial.”
I grunted, and she listened to me. Not without a really smug smirk.
“I think we’ve got it. I took like a hundred photos. One of them should do the trick, it’s just a Reddit profile pic.”
“Great.”
I expected her to get up. Instead, she kept her eyes on me, reclining on her chair.
“I’m in the mood,” she said.
“In the mood?”
“Yeah. To film something. We need to put out more content soon anyway.”
I leaned on the desk, and lowered the camera.
“You need to be in a mood to shoot a video?” My voice came out way flirtier than I intended.
She took the bait, biting her lip.
“It helps.”
The way Lucy managed to retake control of the situation, even as I stood over her, was too enticing. Besides, I was far too invested at that point to pretend I wasn’t game.
“What’s the plan?” I asked.
“Grab my phone. The robe got me thinking we could do a sexy little tour of my body.” She sounded so serious all of a sudden. “Break it into different parts, so each subscriber tier gets to see a little more.”
I nodded. “Oh yeah, like an anatomy class. The whole teacher thing.”
“What? No… Wait, you find that hot?”
Something on my face must have sold me out. Lucy laughed for a solid ten seconds. I was full on pouting.
“Oh I’m sorry,” she cooed, reaching for my hand, sounding genuine. “I’m not judging you, I swear. It was just so cute how enthusiastic you got.”
“Whatever…”
“I promise we’ll do it for another video. I’ll even put on your glasses if that gets you hard.”
This time I managed to remember her birthday and unlock her phone. She reached into the desk and pulled out a tascam microphone.
“So, just the robe then. What do you want me to do?” I said.
“I’m thinking some real close up shots while I narrate into this,” she answered, bringing the microphone to her lips. “I don’t want to show too much.”
“Your bikini for the livestream was pretty revealing…” I thought out loud. “Back to your ASMR roots then.”
“Exactly. This is going to be a pain to edit,” she sighed. “Ready to go?”
I crouched at the foot of her chair, and she casually settled a foot in my lap.
“Sure.”
Lucy took a deep breath, then dropped into her QuietPixel, half-whispered, voice.
“Hello boys,” she was talking right into the mic, staring into the distance. “I’ve got something special for you this week. We’re going to go on a little guided tour of my body.”
She presented her hand, making it easy to pick up on her intention. I brought the phone’s camera and started recording, taking advantage of the bathrobe as a backdrop.
“Let’s begin with something easy. I think I have very pretty hands,” she continued, alternating between showing her palm, and extending her fingers. “I used to have really long nails, but it’s just a pain at work nowadays so I keep them short.”
Lucy closed her hand, leaving a space within her grasp, and making a slow, jerking motion. I looked up to find her devious smile and had to swallow down a chuckle.
“I’m also pretty good at handling… joysticks. I think some of you have already seen that.”
She kept going for a few moments.
“Alright, let’s not get distracted,” she sighed.
She undid the bathrobe’s belt, kept it closed over her, save for a little tug at her neck, letting her shoulder emerge from under the soft material. A little wave up told me where to aim.
“I used to have a huge complex about the small bumps on my shoulders.”
Uh, I’d never noticed that. She pressed on it with a finger.
“It’s probably bone, it feels hard. They give me character. I don’t really mind them anymore.” She traced her collarbone, drawing out the effect. I did my best to follow her lead, never zooming out too much. “Nowadays, other places get a lot more attention.”
Her pointer finger came to rest in the hollow where her clavicles met, the other fingers slipping under the fabric.
For a few seconds, I held my breath, waiting for her to open the robe. Instead, she brought her hand up, along her neck, tilting her head back.
“I don’t know how I feel about my neck,” she mused. She reached for the backrest, letting her head hang over it, almost flaunting her throat. “Never really thought about it before. What do you guys think?”
She was getting a little too confident. I was so close I could smell her skin. Keeping the phone steady, I pinched a strand of her hair, and gently dragged the tips along her exposed neck.
Her entire body tensed, but she kept the pose.
“Ooh,” she breathed. “My… associate is getting a little frisky. Hope you enjoyed the little shiver demonstration.”
She straightened herself, then playfully pushed me away with her foot. I caught her ankle and filmed as she wiggled her toes.
“A treat for my feet freaks out there,” she giggled.
We ran out of steam pretty quick. There’s only so much you can do with a foot.
“Okay, it’s time for us to say goodbye. Unless you’re not cheap and actually purchased a tier two subscription, in which case I’ll see you when I’m done adjusting this bathrobe.”
I let go of her foot.
“So what do you think?” she asked me, dropping the character.
“Yeah, it’s a pretty fun concept. Not sure how we keep going without showing some less PG places.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She tucked the bottom of the robe’s flaps between her thighs, then closed them together. “Also the neck thing you did, with the hair? That was really sexy. Do more of that.”
I nodded.
Lucy smiled, then clamped an arm over her chest. She used the other to open the robe and expose a generous window to her stomach, keeping the rest of her body covered.
“Well hello again, boys,” she whispered, holding the tascam microphone with the arm protecting her chest. “Now that we’re rid of the tier one plebs, we can get back to work.”
I hurried to crouch in front of her, sticking the phone as close to her bare skin as possible.
“Lint check!” She ran her finger inside her navel. “Nope, I’m all clean.”
Her fingerpad kept tracing slow circles around it.
“I don’t know if you can tell but my belly button used to be pierced.” She ran her finger up the groove of her stomach. “And I used to have abs…”
She gave a weak flex. Her stomach toned a little but kept some of its softness.
“Freaking COVID.”
That was not a good road to go down, and I came up with the perfect distraction. I blew a thin stream of air just above the line where her skin disappeared under the fabric.
This time her belly twitched and she let out the cutest little moan.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “I hope you guys can see the goosebumps. Someone decided to blow like… right above my pussy.”
I tried not to let the reaction get to my head too hard. Only then did I notice how tight my pants were getting.
She quickly pulled the robe closed, then wiggled down lower on the chair. Slowly, she spread her legs, making sure to keep the fabric tight over her crotch.
“How about some thighs?” she asked. I was about to answer when I realised she was still using her QuietPixel voice.
I pointed the phone where her hand was tenderly stroking her own skin. It looked so soft.
“They’re really soft,” she whispered.
Her echoing of my own thoughts almost startled me. I looked up to find her big gray eyes trying to figure out what happened to me. I shrugged and she resumed her presentation with a strange little smile.
Lucy’s finger grasped her flesh. “Thighs are okay, but kinda boring. You guys deserve some more.”
She flipped back to her usual voice. “Can you hold the chair?”
I grabbed the armrest and watched as she wriggled around, turning away from me to kneel facing the backrest. The chair did rock a bit, but soon she stopped moving.
Without saying a word, Lucy parted the robe, letting it glide down her skin, until it pooled around her hips, revealing her naked back. She pulled her hair away from her neck, then looked at me over her shoulder.
“Still with me?” she teased.
I swallowed. “Sure.”
“I want you to film your finger tracing from my neck, then all along my spine. Your fingernails are clean, right? Don’t want to gross my subs.”
“Shut up.” I flicked her elbow. “Where should I stop?”
She thought for a second. “Where it feels right.”
I hoped she couldn’t feel how jittery my finger was when I put it at the top of her neck, right below her scalp.
“So for this part I’ve enlisted the help of my lovely cameraman,” QuietPixel whispered into the mic. “He’s going to show you how my back feels.”
I slowly traced down, feeling the bumps of her spine under my finger. Lucy sucked in a breath through clenched teeth when I reached the dip between her shoulder blades.
Whatever ASMR magic she was trying, it was working on me. I could feel the back of my head melting.
“I wish you guys could see my nipples right now. Hard as diamonds. But I think I’m keeping those for the tier three subscribers.”
My brain couldn’t quite reconcile her constant business-minded little quips with what had to be one of the most sensual experiences of my life. She had to feel it too, right?
I followed the curve of her back and Lucy stopped talking to let out soft hums and moans.
We both stayed silent when I moved past her hips. The spongy fabric of the robe was in my way. I hesitated, but eventually pulled it down, hungrily taking in the emerging roundness of her ass.
“Ooh,” she cooed. “Someone’s feeling generous and decided you guys get to see some butt.”
My finger passed over her tailbone, but I stopped when I felt the crease of her cheeks start to envelop it.
“I think we’re good,” I said after a while spent staring at my own fingernail. It was clean, by the way.
“Well boys, you heard it. I’m basically naked anyway now, so we’re moving on to the tier three video. For the people in tier two, I hope you don’t feel too bad about missing.” She pressed a kiss to the microphone. “It’s just a few euros to join us.”
Right as she said that, Lucy pulled the robe back up her body, tearing me from my lusty trance. She flipped around on the chair, then looked at me expectantly. I had to suppress how disappointed I was that, despite what she told the viewers, she was not in fact naked.
“Any ideas?”
I wondered how far I could push. And if I was really doing it just for the content.
“We’ve not done any boob stuff.”
“Guys and boobs.” She shook her head. “Sure we can do boob stuff, but I don’t want to actually show them. Keep the tease going for another few weeks.”
That made sense. Didn’t mean I liked it.
“So close up again? We could focus on your… areola?”
“Weird word.” She paused, visage closed for a second. “Sure, good idea. I’m starting to really like your pervy side. You should let it come out more often.”
I was basically immune to her verbal teasing now.
Lucy fiddled with the robe. I was fully expecting her to just pull it off her chest, but instead she carefully worked the fabric over her right breast, until the brown edge of her areola slid into view.
Her nipple stayed safely hidden, but the extremity of a gilded stud caught the light, topped by a little gem which pressed into her soft breast. I had somehow missed that she was pierced there.
“Looks good,” I said in my best detached tone.
I brought the phone up close, letting the camera adjust until it picked up even the little bumps.
“Welcome back to the QuietPixel Anatomy Class to all my wonderful tier three subscribers. We’re going to start with the lesson you’ve been waiting for: Introduction to Boobs.”
She had to keep one hand shut over the robe to keep it in place, but the other came under to weigh her exposed breast.
“You can’t really see it right now, but they’re a decent size. Sag a little, but hey, what can you do?”
I rolled my eyes. It was still crazy to me what attractive women could be insecure about. Or maybe I’d fallen for her game and she was just farming comments?
“My areolas are way too big. They constantly slip out when I’m wearing bikinis. But I know you guys love them for that.”
She teased the gilded barbell.
“I got my nipples pierced for a boyfriend in college. Then I found out he was cheating on me with my dormmate.” She made eye contact, then tapped the tip of her nail on the little gem, drawing a sharp breath.
“They make me super sensitive, so I kept them even after I dumped the boyfriend.”
She kept playing with her nipple, and I heard fabric rustling below. I looked down to find her spreading her legs once again, but with no attempt to keep the robe pressed between her thighs this time.
I felt my eyes go wide. She was clean-shaven; her lower lips were red, swollen. I could see a hint of shiny wetness where they parted and smell the same sharp scent I’d caught when sleeping in her bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless, doing my best to keep the camera steady.
Lucy pinched her nipple under the robe, and let out a low moan.
“Just touch it a little,” she said, sounding less than confident for the first time since we started shooting.
My hand acted without any input from my brain. My fingers gently explored her, confirming just how wet she was without actually pushing in.
“Should I film it?”
“No,” she barked, eyes closed. “Figure something out.”
I looked her up and down, then brought the phone to her face. My thumb found the soft hardness of her clit, gently rolling the skin around it without touching it too strong. The camera captured every change of her features.
“Yeah, that works,” Lucy said.
She actually struggled to switch back to her QuietPixel voice when she whispered into the mic this time around.
“Enjoy my final treat for today, lovelies. My handsome cameraman is playing with… Well I guess you can figure this one out. And you boys get to see how my face looks when I cum…”
Trying to delay things a little, I moved my hand down to caress her thigh. But Lucy grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to her pussy. I got the message, and slipped a finger inside. She was soaked, ready for me.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “He’s putting a second finger in.”
I really wasn’t, but this felt like an instruction for me more than anything else. Her pussy squeezed my second knuckle, but offered no resistance. I hooked my fingers and kept my thumb working on her clit.
Lucy bucked against my grasp. She bit her lip, and snatched the phone from me, keeping her face in frame, and nothing else.
With both hands now free, I tugged the robe apart, finally getting to look at her chest, unobstructed. I grabbed a breast, not having to hide how much I’d wanted to do this anymore.
The sensation of her warm stud in my palm was not something I’d experienced before. It took me a little while to figure out that I was not actually hurting her by playing with it.
“God, he’s so good with his mouth.”
I chuckled, but knelt between her legs and lowered my face. The smell of her arousal overpowered my senses, drawing me to hungrily kiss the hood of her clit. Lucy managed to run her fingers through my hair, pressing me further, even as she kept the camera level and the microphone balanced between the chair and her shoulder.
She was writhing under me. Every part of her that I reached would come alive. Goosebumps, shivers, moans, wetness. I let my tongue explore her folds, eager to find out which spot would make her react the hardest.
A part of me couldn’t help thinking this was all for the camera, but it’d been a long lockdown, and I needed this.
She hooked her legs around my shoulders, drawing my head ever further between her thighs.
Then, I felt her tighten, her calves tensing over my back, her stomach quivering. I grabbed her hips to steady her, and kept my tongue in place. She yelped, then let out little moans in short intervals, like they were breaths.
Her body loosened, and I was able to slump back onto the floor to enjoy the sight of her.
She had a thin sheen of sweat covering every inch of her exposed skin. Her chest rose up and down, making her breasts jiggle enticingly. Legs still parted, she was unashamed of what she was still displaying to me.
“Wow, guys,” she chuckled, looking straight into the camera. “I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did, but frankly I doubt it. See you all later.”
After blowing a kiss to her audience, she threw the phone and microphone on the bed. Straightening up, she looked down at me with a warm smile.
“Well, that was pretty awesome,” she said, bending over to get closer.
“Yeah,” I let out.
She reached down, and pulled me into a kiss, arms hooked behind my neck.
The hair on the back of my head stood up. Her scent was still covering my lips; it felt so dirty to share it with her. Then, an ugly thought took over.
“Wait, when was the last time you got tested?”
Lucy’s face collapsed. She pulled away and closed the robe around her once more.
I couldn’t believe I’d chosen this moment to ask. What an asshole.
“You should go clean up,” she said in a cold tone. “We’ll talk about all that when I can’t smell my pussy on your face from all the way up here.”
She tried to sound tough, but I feared I had actually hurt her feelings.
“I’ll get lunch started and book us appointments at the clinic,” she continued, before bolting out of her own room, still wearing my robe.
