Alone, in the dark, in my bed, my mind keeps drifting toward fantasies of April pushing her breasts together, pinching her nipples. It’s a good thing I don’t have to work in the morning, because the last thing my body wants to do is rest.
My cock aches at the thought of April spreading her thighs for the camera—for my gaze alone.
Fuck it...
I throw off the blanket and shuffle over to one of the boxes I haven’t unpacked yet to dig out my old laptop with the battery that doesn’t hold a charge. Thankfully I had the foresight to pack the power cord in the same box. I sit back down on the king-size mattress that takes up most of the floor. After failing twice to guess my password, I log in and pull up the Dream Cams Live website, then search for April’s username.
UntouchedLibrarian is now live.
My fingers hover above the track pad. I should definitely close the laptop and forget I ever saw the camera in April’s room. But even if I could resist watching her livestream tonight, the temptation would rear its head again tomorrow, and the night after that.
This is the closest I’ll ever get to having April for myself.
I have to look.
I’m not sure what I was expecting. That’s not entirely true. I was expecting a lot more skin. Not a curvy cutie dressed in a pink button-down sweater, reading aloud from a tablet.
“’He crouched so I could swing my leg across his back,’” April reads. “’Holding tight to Rex’s fur, I watched the familiar woods fly past as we bounded off into the darkness. Back to my home, back to my brothers. Back to my pack.’”
She lowers the tablet and smiles seductively at the camera.
“Shifter erotica isn’t my usual go-to,” she says. “But I really liked that story. Thanks for suggesting it, Big Ben.”
Who the hell is Big Ben? I wonder. Then I understand she must be talking to one of the guys in her chat. Sure enough, he responds.
BigBen60: the knotting was really hot
April bites her bottom lip.
“Yeah, I really enjoyed that part, too.” She unfastens the top two buttons on her sweater, revealing just a hint of cleavage. The white shorts she’s wearing do an excellent job of showing off her creamy thighs while keeping her intimate areas hidden, though I can easily make out the dark outline of her underwear.
Thighman24 tips her a hundred tokens. She smiles into the camera.
“Thanks, Thighman. How are you doing tonight?” Her demeanor is flirty, but there’s something... I don’t know... Wholesome about the whole exchange, if that makes any sense. It doesn’t feel like a porn show so much as a conversation you might have with a cute girl at a bar—or the library.
“What should we read next?” she asks.
GashSmasher227 says he wants a private bedtime story. “If you want to take me into a private room, you have pay upfront.”
No fucking way am I letting her go anywhere, even digitally, with someone who calls himself GashSmasher. My fingers sail over the keyboard as I scramble to make an account and purchase tokens, praying none of the jack-offs in her chat beat me into a private session with her.
As soon as I have tokens, I return to her chat and click the link to start a private show. I pay for the maximum amount of time allowed—two hours—and wait for her to accept the invite.
“I’m heading into a private session,” she says. “This will probably take me to the end of my stream. Y’all have a good night.”
She taps on the mouse pad on her laptop and suddenly the interface changes. The option to chat is still there, as is the option to turn on my own webcam.
“Hi there, ElectricJay,” she says. ElectricJay20 is the best I could come up with on the spot; I’ll never claim to be creative. “What are you up to tonight?”
My heart starts to pound. I type, Couldn’t fall asleep.
“That sucks. Hopefully I can help with that.” She smiles at the camera, and even though I know she can’t see me, I start to sweat.
My cock throbs as she undoes two more buttons on her sweater. Her bra is navy blue with lace trim, and it presents her breasts beautifully.
“I was a little nervous about coming in here with you. Sometimes first-timers get pushy.”
ElectricJay20: How so?
“They assume I’m going to get naked,” she says, “even though I make it clear in my profile that I only ever strip down to my underwear.”
In my rush to get her out of the main chatroom, I’d forgotten to even glance at her profile. I pull it up and read through her stats. Age 19, location Southern USA. At least she knows better than to be any more specific than that. She describes herself as a college student and an aspiring librarian—