I completely understand. Did your roommate catch you in the act?
I was able to get myself pulled together pretty quickly. But she must have sensed something was up from the look on my face. Plus, I'm sure the room was saturated with the scent of my sex by the time we finished.
The thought of Holly's scent filling the room made my pussy weep, and I spread my legs unconsciously, feeling the moisture between my legs.
Did you tell her what you’d been doing?
No, I made up some lame-ass excuse about researching a term paper.
Too bad. If anything might swing her the other way, it would be the sight of her pretty roommate getting off watching other girls.
I dunno. I'm still afraid what she might think. I could smell her boyfriend's cologne all over her when she came back. I don't think she's interested in me that way.
Give it time. It's still early in the semester. She probably just needs to get a bit more comfortable around you. Your irresistible personality will eventually win her over.
So you're saying my body's not enough? ;-)
Don't be silly. Your figure is exquisite. I paused for a moment, contemplating whether to take our online conversation to the next level. Though I still haven't seen your entire face. Don't you think we've come far enough to show the rest of our bodies to one another?
Holly hesitated with her hands over her keyboard. For a moment, I thought she might hit the Exit button in fear of revealing her real identity.
I guess so, she said. But I'm kind of wary about my showing my face in a public forum like this. You never know who might be recording us. I'd be horrified if somebody posted this online and my parents saw a clip of me masturbating online one day.
I know how you feel, I typed. I've been having the same concerns. Why don't we open a separate private chat. Do you have Skype?
Yes, Holly said. I use it to chat with my folks every couple of weeks.
What's your username? Mine's gigi84.
Is that the year you were born? I thought you said you were twenty-five!
Ok, full disclosure, I sheepishly typed. I might have stretched my age a little bit. But everyone tells me I look much younger than I really am.
It's cool, Holly said. Everybody has a secret identity online. I never would have guessed your age. You certainly have the body of a 25 yr old!
Sexy enough to entice a college girl into an online affair with a middle-aged woman?
That's not middle-aged! You're barely through the first trimester. But to answer your question, yes. My Skype ID is ucgrad22.
LOL. I'm trying to slow down the clock and you're already looking ahead. Shall we log out of here and start a new Skype chat?
C u in a few minutes, sexy momma! Holly said, signing off with a playful kissing emoji.
As her image disappeared from the video window, my pussy pitter-pattered at her playful description of me. I couldn't wait to have her all to myself on a private webcam link, and I quickly exited the webpage and signed into Skype. I searched for ucgrad22 and a profile pulled up with a thumbnail image of a pretty teenager wearing sunglasses against a seaside background. I clicked on the image and a new chat window opened, giving me three options. I could leave a text message in the chat box at the bottom of the screen, or I could send her an audio or video call request.
What the hell, I thought. I think we're well past the preliminaries.
I tapped on the video button and as my video stream went live, the sound of an electronic call warbled through my speakers. While I waited for Holly to pick up on the other end, I adjusted the angle of my camera so that it focused with a close-up of my face. I'd chosen to wear some skimpy lingerie this evening, and I didn't want to be too presumptuous right out of the gate. Besides, I was eager to see Holly's full face, and I figured if I set the tone, that she might follow.
After a few seconds, the bottom half of the screen filled with the familiar image of Holly's chest in her tight T-shirt. I smiled when I saw her, and she quickly tilted her screen up so that I could see her face also. My heart immediately began accelerating, not only because she appeared so close, but also because she was absolutely stunning. She had large doe-eyes, a cute upturned nose, and long auburn hair falling over her shoulders. With her bright green eyes and sprinkling of little freckles, she looked like a dead-ringer for the actress Emma Stone.
"Can you hear me?" I spoke toward my laptop's onboard microphone.
"Yes," Holly replied. "Oh my God, Jade—you're gorgeous!"
"Not bad for a thirty-five-year-old?" I smiled.
"Not bad for a twenty-five-year-old!" Holly beamed back at me.