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And a virgin.

She’s a virgin camgirl.

“Is that going to be a problem?”

It takes me a second to recall that she’s talking about her clothes and not the fact that she’s a virgin. I type, Not at all. You should only reveal what you’re comfortable showing.

“Good. Now that that’s out of the way, we can just enjoy ourselves.” She picks up her tablet. “What kind of story are you in the mood for?”

ElectricJay20: What are my options?

“Well, we could read an excerpt from one of the classics. Or, I just downloaded an age-gap story collection. There’s all kinds of stuff in there. Boss and employee, best friend’s dad, Dad’s best friend...”

Her words wrap around my cock like I wish her fingers would. She picked out an age-gap story collection. Does that mean she’s into older men, or did she buy it for her undoubtedly older male audience?

Dealer’s choice, I type. It’s your bedtime, too.

“Oh, um, sure. Let’s see...” April bites her lip as she scrolls on her tablet. Once again, the descriptor that came to me the day we met pops into my head.

ElectricJay20: You’re adorable.

She smiles at her laptop screen, then at the camera.

“You’re sweet, ElectricJay.” She unfastens the last three buttons on her sweater and shrugs the garment off.

Fuck me. Even restrained by her bra, I can tell her breasts are amazing. I catch myself mid-groan as I imagine sliding my tongue between those lush mounds.

“Let’s read this one. It’s about a girl who hooks up with her mom’s ex-boyfriend in a doomsday bunker after a chemical attack.”

Mom’s ex-boyfriend. A man old enough to be her father. The need to reach out and touch April burns within me. Since I can’t touch April, I settle for touching myself, rubbing my aching cock through my boxers.

ElectricJay20: Sounds exciting.

“It’s one of my favorites...” She hesitates. “It’s kind of a Daddy-Dom, baby-girl story. I hope that’s okay.”

My pulse stutters. Her favorite story is about a girl who fucks an older man she calls daddy, who calls her baby girl. My cock strains against my underwear. Is this what April fantasizes about when the cameras are off and she’s alone in bed?

A boyfriend-slash-father figure who wants to care for her in all the ways a real father can’t?

I type, Does the thought of being someone’s baby girl turn you on?

Her cheeks take on a pink glow that makes me want to kiss them through the screen.

“It does.” She laughs nervously. “I don’t usually tell people that.”

ElectricJay20: I’m glad you told me.

“I’m not sure why I did. Does it... I mean, are you... Never mind.”

ElectricJay20: What is it?

April shakes her head. “Nothing. I was just curious if you were hard, but we haven’t even started reading.”

My cock throbs like it knows it’s being called on.

ElectricJay20: I’ve been hard from the first moment I saw you.

A smile plays at her full lips. “Good.”

She makes herself comfortable and starts to read from her tablet.

“’My bedmate, Casey, whimpers in the dark,’” she reads. “’The double cot we share trembles with her movements. Not enough to wake me, but enough that once I am awake, I know exactly what she’s doing...’”

four

April

I’m starting to think that Jonathan enjoys having me around. At the very least, he seems to like having someone to cook for.

“This smells amazing.” I dish myself up a plate of sausage and eggs and take a seat at the table. “Thanks for making breakfast.”

Jonathan grunts, his version of you’re welcome.

Mango hops onto the chair beside me, his gaze following my fork from the plate to my lips.

“Don’t even think about it, dude.” I pet his orange head. “I bet Jonathan already gave you your dental treats today.”

About a week ago, Jonathan and I took Mango to the vet to get him up-to-date on his shots. We didn’t intend to go together. When I mentioned I was planning to bring Mango in myself, Jonathan said he’d do it, since Mango’s technically his cat. But I wanted to be there in case Mango got scared. It was actually kind of sweet, the three of us together in the waiting room, like concerned parents taking their kid to the doctor for his vaccines.

“I fed him before you came down.” Jonathan sets a mug of coffee with vanilla creamer beside my plate. He still doesn’t talk much, but I’ve come to appreciate that about him. I’m constantly talking while I stream, so it feels good to rest my vocal cords. I can imagine us orbiting around each other like this for years, like an old married couple, alone together, in this big silent house.

I sip my perfectly sweetened coffee and pray the caffeine kicks in soon. I have a mountain of homework to get through today, on top of getting ready for tonight’s “date” with ElectricJay20—shaving my legs, plucking my eyebrows, the usual.


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