Nerves were starting to get the better of me, though, but I reminded myself that it was Shy Cowboy. It wasn’t a real person I knew, but someone I’d gotten to know. It wasn’t a stranger, but it wasn’t someone I had to face afterward either.
Taking a breath, I hit play on the music. I knew I needed to get in the mood a little before our videos connected. I hoped the music would help drown out the thoughts. Soft tunes came on, helping to ease my anxiety.
Closing my eyes, I drifted my hand over my breast, feeling okay. I was worried the moment I had to do more, though, I’d freeze up. So I trailed my hands down over my body, getting more comfortable. Breathing heavily, I felt ready and looked over at the time. The screen showed he was already in the private room, so with a shaky hand, I hit the button.
“Rose?” he said, his voice filling my ears. It was soft, smooth, and deep.
“Hi, Shy Cowboy.”
“Hi.” He chuckled, the sound bringing goosebumps to my skin. “You can just call me Cowboy if that’s easier.”
“Sure, I can do that. How are you?” I wasn’t sure how this worked, but it felt odd to just jump into the sexual stuff.
“I’m good.” I watched as he came more into the camera, keeping his face hidden. I’d been expecting a scrawny guy, or maybe an older man, figuring that was who was on these sites. I hadn’t been expecting a younger guy with a body like his.
“Shit, you’re hot,” I blurted, immediately slapping my mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
He laughed, the sound doing funny things to my insides. “Shit. If you could see my face right now, it’s so red.” His country accent was thick, and I liked the way it sounded. When we stopped laughing, he cleared his throat. “So, I have a confession.”
“Yes?” I asked, placing my head on my hand. I was lying in bed in a red bra and panties. It was simple, but I thought it looked good on me.
“I’ve never really done this before. I mean, I’ve done stuff with girls, but I mean here, online. However, if I’m being honest, my experience is limited with girls. My name is pretty accurate. I’m shy in real life, and I usually talk myself into twisted nonsense with girls as pretty as you.”
“Well, believe it or not, I’m not that experienced either.” I bit my lip, hoping he wouldn’t hold that against me.
“Really? I’d never be able to tell. You always seem so confident.”
“It’s just me stepping into that persona. Or, I guess I am confident in general, or I was at one time.” My voice trailed off, going quiet. “Anyway, so we both are new to this. You’re my first private session.”
“Wow, really? I’m kind of honored.”
“Good.” I smiled. “So, what do you want to do? Do we just like talk, or, you know?” I asked, laughing a little.
“It’s kind of freeing to know you don’t have expectations. Would it be okay if we just talked for a little bit?”
“Absolutely.” I wanted to say he was paying for it, so we could do whatever, but I didn’t want to cheapen it. “So, what made you try Cam Girls?”
“It seemed like an anonymous way to become more confident.”
“That makes sense. So, what do you do?”
“Well, would you believe it if I told you I was a cowboy?” He laughed, and his southern drawl became my favorite sound.
“The name makes more sense then.” We talked for ten more minutes, things becoming more relaxed. “So, Cowboy, if this was a real date, what would you do right now?” I asked.
He cleared his throat, taking a breath. “Assuming this is the version of myself that doesn’t screw things up, then I’d kiss you.”
“Oh? That’s a good place to start. How would your lips feel on me?”
“Hm, hard, but soft. I’d want to taste you, but wouldn’t feel like I had enough time.”
I sucked in a breath, his description entrancing me. “That sounds nice. What would you do next after this kiss?”
“I’d want to touch you all over.”
“Like this?” I asked, skating my hands over my breasts, trailing it down my stomach.
He swallowed. “Yeah. You’re so beautiful, Rose.”