I wiped my palms on my lap and sat a little straighter.
One last scan of the room to make sure nothing too identifying was in frame. But no, it was just me, sitting on the bed with the laptop perched beside me on the duvet.
It pinged. PenisBackflip, my most generous benefactor, was calling on Discord.
Deep breath, too late to back out now. I clicked the green icon.
“Hey you,” I chirped. A blank screen stared back at me. “Something wrong with your cam? I can’t see you.”
A quick check at my own feed. Everything looked okay on my end. I wouldn’t want him to miss the blue lacy negligee he’d bought off my wishlist. It was so sheer you could see the matching lingerie set right through it.
The typing bubble popped up on the chat.
PenisBackflip: sorry
PenisBackflip: im way too sh
PenisBackflip: is it ok if I keep it off?
I groaned. “Oh come on. That’s not fun. I already spend all my free time talking to a camera. I was kinda looking forward to some actual face to face.”
PenisBackflip: sorryyyy
PenisBackflip: (you look gorgeous by the way)
I huffed, an exaggerated pout on my lips.
“Flattery will get you nowhere.”
This felt so weird. Nothing like the videos I was used to filming. Someone was watching me right now. And I didn’t have Will’s dumb reassuring presence like the livestream we’d done. I needed to do something big to commit to the bit otherwise I’d chicken out.
“Wait, you’re not recording right?”
The answer came in a millisecond.
PenisBackflip: no no of course
I let the flimsy negligee slip down my body. The cool air of the room brushed at the expanse of newly bare skin.
“Good,” I purred.
He spammed three or four drooling emojis in a row. There was something almost endearing with his straightforward horniness. He didn’t need to pretend he wasn’t into me, which in my current situation was somewhat refreshing.
Still a bit gross, but strangely wholesome.
I leaned back, fully pulling the garment away. As I stretched out, I caught sight of myself in the feed. The bra pushed my breasts up nice and high, but the panties cut into the soft little curve of a stomach I definitely hadn’t had before lockdown.
Cringing, I looked away from the screen.
PenisBackflip: hotttttt
PenisBackflip: ur a mazing
I chuckled at the progressive deterioration of his spelling. Not hard to imagine some greasy dude in a dark apartment typing with one hand.
But right as I was about to needle him, his next message took the air out of me.
PenisBackflip: cant wait to see ur roommate plow you in these
“Don’t ruin the mood,” I said.
PenisBackflip: you’re sure he can’t join?
PenisBackflip: you look so hot together
“Seriously, don’t ruin the mood.” My smile tightened despite my best effort.
I needed a distraction from the strangely heavy topic. My hands found one for me, reaching behind my back to fiddle with the clasp of my bra. I was worried the mic wouldn’t catch the sound of it unhooking, so I tutted to make sure I had his attention.
“Asking silly questions,” I said, playing up the disappointment. “Instead of looking at the pretty girl getting naked for you.”
It took a little bit of work, but I managed to keep the cups pressed to my chest even as I let the straps do their own thing. Slowly, without ever slipping free, I pulled the fabric away.
“Do you think you deserve to see more?”
The typing dots looked like they were working overtime.
PenisBackflip: sorryyyy ill be good
“Hmm. We’ll see about that.”
I stuck out my tongue and quickly redid the clasp. Then, reaching under the pillow, I felt the familiar soft silicone.
“Let me introduce you to my new co-star,” I said, proudly holding out my trusty blue dildo. “He’s just like a real boy.”
With a big smile, I pressed a small peck to the very top of it. I’d never really had it near my mouth before. Today was turning into a long list of strange firsts for me.
“You can imagine I’m playing with your cock.” I leaned into the mic, to make sure he’d hear the wet sound of my lips on the tip.
PenisBackflip: uh don’t know about that…
It took a lot of effort not to roll my eyes. Here I was, sitting on my bed in heavy makeup, basically naked in a sixty-euro set of lingerie, doing my strongest QuietPixel act and about to suck on a fake cock. That was all the enthusiasm I could get?
“Yeah it’s small, okay. I’m sure you’re a stud.” Sarcasm still seeped into my tone. I ran my thumb along the slit crowning the toy. “Suspend your disbelief a little.”
I parted my lips and took the cold head in my mouth. Yuck.
“I think I’m worth it,” I said, words muffled by the toy, eyes right on the camera.
Thankfully, I’d remembered to clean the dildo properly. It tasted like nothing as I licked a slow path down the shaft.
I sincerely hoped the next few minutes of unenthusiastic head on the fake cock looked better on camera than they felt for me. The lack of feedback was off-putting. The only sound in the room was my exaggerated slobber on the eminently manageable length and the intermittent whirr of my laptop’s fans kicking on.
How desperate would it be to go grab Will right now?
But a new message from my patron popped up in the chat.
PenisBackflip: Would you get naked if I turned on my cam?
Yes, please, anything to switch things up. I raised my head off the dildo with a comically loud pop. This time, my bra flew across the room as I undid it and tossed it away in one move.
I leaned back against the headboard, breasts held high up to the camera and a big smile on.
“What do you think?”
PenisBackflip: okay just a sec…
“Oh, I’m waiting.”
I spread my legs to bring my satin-covered crotch into the shot. A modest bit of encouragement.
But my arms flew right back to cover my chest when the feed finally appeared.
PenisBackflip had thick black-rimmed glasses. That I expected.
Longish, slightly curly red hair. Okay…
Big green eyes…
Pouty lips?
“You’re a girl?” I almost shouted in my real voice.
She gave me a contrite little smile.
“Yeah, sorry I didn’t tell you.” Even her voice was high, soft, and shy. Almost painfully cutesy. What the hell?
I sat on the duvet, legs clamped together, arms hugging my torso, feeling myself tremble.
“I’m not a lesbian.” It was the first thing to tumble out of my mouth.
“Don’t worry,” she cut in, a split second later. “You don’t have to do anything different. I can turn off my webcam if you want.”
The desperation in her voice tugged on my heartstrings. She’d paid north of a hundred euros for this call, and here I was making her feel bad about herself.
“That’s not what I meant, I…” I took a deep breath and repositioned myself, relaxing my arm and hugging my legs instead. That felt less defensive. I could smell my own bodywash coming off my knees as I rested my chin on top of them.
“It’s just you’re not exactly who I thought my target audience was.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, I can imagine. But I’ve been watching your YouTube videos for years, and when I found out you were doing OnlyFans…”
Her eyes finished the sentence for her. Despite the somewhat grainy video, I could see them roaming every exposed square centimeter of my body.
“You’re really pretty,” she concluded, a little dazed, pushing her glasses up her nose.
She should have been an overweight NEET dude. But even coming from what was, objectively, a cute girl, the statement felt a little cringey.
“Thanks, uh, P…” I stopped myself before saying her username. That was just too much.
“My name is Penny,” she offered, ever helpful.
I snorted. That was admittedly pretty funny.
“You shouldn’t go around telling your name to strangers online.” I’d never felt more like a big sister in my entire life, which was a ridiculous sentiment to have with my tits out. Her blush deepened. Kind of endearing.
I needed to get this call back under control before it turned into a pajama party. We couldn’t really afford to lose Penny’s steady patronage.
“How about I fuck myself with this dildo for you?”
“Awesome,” she chirped, a big smile spreading on her face as she got closer to the camera.
Without delaying any longer, I extended my legs toward the ceiling and leaned back. Catching the edge of my satin panties, I dragged them slowly along my thighs and over my knees. When they came free, I flicked them over the webcam.
Taking advantage of the obscured lens, I reached for the lube in my bedside table and clicked it open. I winced at how cold the glob I squirted in my palm felt. There was no getting me in the mood today.
It couldn’t be super sexy, balancing myself on one foot and one knee as I fingered the unscented gel into me. I was as dry as a desert, desperately rubbing my clit with my free hand.
“Huh, everything okay?” Penny’s voice came from the laptop.
“Just a second,” I said, grunting slightly before coating the dildo in its own layer of lube.
When it looked slick enough, I wiped my hands on my thighs. I hated the feeling of sticky, slippery fingers.
I rushed back into my spot. It took a few tries to find a position that would feel natural enough. Lying on my back, head propped up on the pillow. I had one leg folded to the side, the other running along the laptop. Pretty revealing stuff.
Using my foot, I brushed the panties away from the lens and offered my sultriest smile.
“Missed me?”
On the screen, Penny’s mouth fell open.
“I take it you like what you’re seeing?”
A modest hiss escaped my lips as I brought the greasy head of the dildo to my slit. Without missing a beat, I resumed rubbing my clit with my other hand, trying hard not to hide the main event.
Penny nodded urgently, leaning back on her chair. For the first time, I caught a good glance of her background. A clean, modern apartment with a slick kitchen behind a teal sofa and a large bay window that opened on a night-lit city skyline. Damn, Penny was loaded.
As I lined up the dildo, I closed my eyes. If I could get in the rhythm even a little bit, this whole thing would go down so much easier.
I traced my fingers up my stomach, barely brushing, feeling the building prickle of goosebumps. The image of Will’s face imposed itself in my mind.
His nose mashed into me as he’d eaten me out. Looking up to watch me cum on his tongue. His palms hadn’t been much rougher than mine. If I didn’t nitpick too much, I could imagine it was him carefully sliding inside me.
It also required ignoring how much of an ass he’d been right after our literal first kiss. But I’d done a lot more denial for far shittier guys before. That was right in my wheelhouse.
But here it was, the desperately needed spark of heat in my belly. Almost on their own, my hips angled themselves to better receive the short length, and soon enough, fake silicone balls were pressed just below my pussy.
“Fuck,” I moaned. I could almost feel the weight of his hard body on top of mine. Penny was right, we’d be hot together.
The dildo had been with me for years. And finally able to ignore the pressure of the webcam, I was able to enjoy the familiar penetration.
Still, I opened an eye to check out the feed. The lewdness of the image almost made me stop. It left nothing to the imagination.
But Penny’s expression gave me a strange compunction. She was really close to her own webcam again. Eyes closed as well, her innocent-looking face tensed in effort, hair stuck to her forehead. How long had I been fucking myself for?
If I really listened, I could catch the slick noises coming from her end.
“You’re touching yourself?” I heard myself ask.
Her eyes blinked open in surprise, until she noticed me looking straight at the lens.
“Yes,” she said, breathing hard.
“Prove it to me.”
My voice was harsh. I was still pumping the dildo between my own legs.
Penny looked around for a second, like there was anything she could grab in her apartment to obey me.
An instant later, she bit her lip and brought her hand up in front of her webcam. Two fingers held out to show me the thick strand hanging between them.
“Taste it,” I kept going, emboldened by the way she flinched.
She let out a whimper, quickly silenced as she followed my instructions.
“Good girl.”
This made her shiver, still sucking on her own wetness.
For a second, I was a little jealous of how easy guys had it. Just bully a girl around until she literally creamed herself. The heat between my legs made me wish Will would get on with the program already.
“Any final requests? I’m about to make myself cum,” I asked, trying to sound casual.
Penny didn’t waste any time to answer.
“Can you put it in your ass?” she blurted.
Despite my strongest instincts, I did consider the logistics for a second. But I didn’t have a towel handy, or time to really clean up. Besides, I hadn’t had anything up there in a little while.
“That’s a lot of work,” I whined. Unfortunately for me, Penny had the sad puppy expression down to a science. “I can do a finger if you want.”
“Thank you!” She was properly beaming at me now.
I shook my head, then, keeping the dildo pressed inside me, brought my own finger to my mouth. Lifting my hips from the bed to get her a better view, I brought it right between my cheeks.
The sensation of my finger pad circling over my asshole made me quiver. Even after all this time, it still felt as dirty and forbidden. As soon as I pushed past the first ring, the expected suction pulled my finger in without any more effort.
My moan was barely a performance. The tension required to keep my ass lifted from the duvet, and the sudden tightness in my ass made the dildo in my pussy feel massive.
“Fuck,” I groaned, resuming thrusting with the dildo.
The wave of pleasure that spread through me made my head roll back against the headboard. One more hand available to work on my clit would have probably liquefied my entire body. A very satisfied liquid at that.
“You like seeing me full?” I gasped at the empty space above my face.
The only answer was a weird gurgling ‘yes’ from Penny. There was something really flattering about how much effect I had on her. I needed that.
A cramp took out my calf, and I collapsed on the bed again, knees shooting up my chest to keep myself open and visible. I must have looked ridiculous, folded on myself like that.
But I couldn’t care less. I let go of the dildo to focus on my pulsing nub. I felt the wet silicone slide out of me.
My thighs clamped together, keeping my palm trapped between them. The first hints of an orgasm were reaching me. I did my best to forget the intruder looking in and focused on the pleasure radiating from my clit, the slightly wrong feeling of my finger in my ass.
I chased the release, relaxing my body and holding my breath. My legs jerked one last time before trembling down to the duvet. It felt cold under their sweaty skin.
My heartbeat thrummed in my head for a long while. I just lay there, fingers still inside me. Every time my lungs filled with the too-mild air of the room, the pleasure in my belly dissipated a little bit more.
But eventually, I had to pull my hands away, making sure not to touch anything, and use what little was left of my abs to sit up.
“Had fun?” I asked the flushed Penny on the screen.
She was back to sucking on her fingers. To each their own.
“Are you kidding? This was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!” She couldn’t have faked that level of enthusiasm.
“Well,” I started, trying to sound like a blasé streetwalker. I gestured at my exposed body. “QuietPixel has wares if you have coin.”
Penny laughed politely. She didn’t get it. How could I be such a dork?
“No but seriously,” I continued, more honest than I’d planned. “The money’s been a huge help. So if you have more requests, feel free to keep them coming.”
“Are you sure?” She perked up.
I nodded, then watched her dash across the room, bottomless, and reach for something on the coffee table. She walked back to her desk, red bush showing, holding a pink, girly notebook.
A notebook?
“I’ve written down a bunch of stuff I’ve been thinking could be super hot,” she declared, terrifyingly earnest.
Oh God. She’d taken notes.
===
I closed the laptop’s lid with my elbow, still mindful not to touch anything. That had to be one of the weirdest conversations in my entire life.
There were baby wipes on my bedside table, and I cleaned my hands, especially the one that had played with my ass. My thighs felt sticky from the lube, but I’d deal with that later.
I grabbed my phone, my PJ bottoms, and my biggest hoodie, then slipped out of my room. Not so long ago, I would have made sure to wrap myself in a towel or something, even with the living room this quiet and dark.
But I couldn’t care less if Will ran into my bare butt. Scratch that, I was pretty sure I would have welcomed it.
Still, I locked the bathroom door behind me. I looked ragged in the mirror. My makeup was definitely not waterproof. It felt great when I finally managed to clean my face.
I sat on the cold toilet and just stared at my phone for a while, trying to process Penny’s unhinged bucket list. There was no way I was about to do that, right?
Then, with a chuckle, I spread my legs and pointed the phone’s camera between them.
“You’re crazy, Penny,” I said into the mic as the recording began.
It took a surprising amount of effort to get the initial trickle going, but then the rest of my bladder’s contents followed.
I didn’t have the courage to review the video. I just sent it to her as soon as I flushed the toilet. Another fifty euros for a few seconds of work.
Maybe I could invoice her my future therapy bills?
A scalding rinse in the shower later, I put on my pants and reveled in the dry, scratchy sensation of the hoodie on my bare skin.
There were no noises or lights coming from Will’s room as I passed it. But something made me stop. I probably stared at his door longer than at my phone earlier.
A deep breath, and I knocked. I could barely hear his mumbled answer. I pushed the door open and peeked inside.
“Will?” I whispered.
“Yeah?” He sounded barely awake, eyes half-shut from the trickle of living room light I’d let in.
“Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?”
I was proud of myself. That took a lot of guts.
“Uh, sure…”
His actions were a lot more confident than his words. He lifted the covers next to him. I turned off the living room light, closed the door behind me, and tried not to rush into bed.
“Scooch,” I said, wriggling over to steal some of the spot he’d already warmed up while he pulled the cover back on top of me.
He didn’t ask any questions, just gave me enough space to lie on my side right next to him, without actually touching each other.
Even with the gap, I could feel the heat of his body, and the soothing trace of his sweat in the air.
The mattress was still a little too hard; no wonder he slept on his back. I waited to hear his breathing slow down.
Instead, he broke the silence.
“Lucy?” His voice was soft, unsure again.
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry about last time. I fucked up. It’s just…”
I had the feeling he was waiting for me to say something. I just stared at the dark spot where his voice came from, holding my breath.
“This whole situation is super confusing. And now that we’re… Involved? It’s just weird to hear you talk about your hookups.”
He sighed. That next part felt rehearsed.
“I guess I got a little jealous. I know I don’t have any right to be. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Jelly Willy,” I teased. “So cute.”
“Shut up.” I could hear him wipe his palm over his face. “I just hope we’re good.”
I was glad for the dark. It meant he couldn’t see the dumb grin taking over my face.
He definitely felt my arm wrapping around his chest, though.
