by Young, M. L.
I scooted in closer, putting my hands on either side of him, as my mouth floated overhead. I moved down like the mechanical claw at the bowling alley and grabbed his erection, pulling it up into my waiting mouth. I began to go up and down, a few droplets of spit dripping out of my mouth and onto his balls, as I watched them shrink a tiny bit from the sudden action. Tom took his right hand, grabbed my head, and pushed me farther down before pulling me right back up, as he took the lead. Up and down, up and down: that was the movement he gave me.
“This is too good,” he moaned out as his entire erection was well within my mouth.
“Do you like that?” I gasped after pulling it out.
“I love it,” he said.
“Lie back,” I said as I tried to push him down.
He pulled his head off of the pillows, his arms at his sides as he tried to figure out what I was doing. I did something I’d never done before, but had seen with couples on MingleCam. Was this cam thing bringing this out of me, or did Kurt, even though bad, have some good sexual effect on me? Whatever it was, I was getting a little more adventurous.
I stood up on the bed, walked over to him, slid down my panties, and sat on his face. My clit, all wet and buzzing from our adventure so far, was now hovering above his face, which was something I’d never thought of doing before, not even with Kurt. Much to my surprise, even with this sudden action, he took to it, licking me as he began to stroke himself with his free hand. I faced the wall, holding onto my headboard, as each flicker of his tongue made my body quiver. I missed this feeling, and was more than thankful to gain it back.
As he ate me out, I looked back, watching him jerk himself, almost wondering if I should give him a break and finally climb on top of him. I knew he’d want it. He loved pleasuring me and eating me, but it was painfully obvious he’d rather be inside me.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked as I pushed myself back, breaking the connection between my clit and his tongue.
“Here,” he said as he grabbed it from next to him.
“Where did that come from?” I asked as I kneeled in between his legs.
“I took it out of my pocket before you took my pants off,” he said as he tore it open and put the circle on his head.
I swatted his hand away and grabbed onto it, putting my mouth against it and rolling it down, the edges getting thinner on my lips with every inch moved.
“Ready?” I asked as I mounted over him, jerking him and making sure he was fully hard.
“Yes, baby,” he said as he put his hands on my hips.
I put the latex against my lips as I rubbed his erection around me before sliding slowly down onto it. I bounced up and down a few times, making sure I was lubing it up and getting it nice and wet before attempting to slide fully down on top of it. I took my hand away and put them against his chest, feeling his heart beating feverishly against my palm. Tom didn’t know what to do with his hands, wanting to grab and grope every part of me, from my breasts to my ass, before settling on my clit itself, which took me by surprise. He pushed his thumb down, putting pressure against me, pleasuring me even further as I bounced up and down on his manhood.
“Do…you…like…that?” I asked in between each bounce.
“Is that a real question?” he asked.
I grabbed his right hand, which wasn’t against my clit, and pushed it against my breast, making him grab and squeeze it before releasing my grip and putting it back against his chest.
We went on for a few minutes, his hand never leaving my breast, before I got bored and wanted to switch it up. Kurt had turned me on to positions, and I knew that each one made the entire experience feel different. One different move could make his erection feel so much bigger inside of me, and I wanted that.
“New position,” I said as I pushed his hand away.
I twisted around, still with him inside of me, as my bottom was now pointing toward his face. I placed my knees on either side of him, before putting my arms against the bed and bending over. I began to bounce myself up and down slowly, his raging hard piece far up me, as this new position didn’t allow me to go as fast.
Tom put his hands on my cheeks, squeezing and slapping them as they bounced up and down. I heard him moaning, unable to tell me how much he loved the view. I grabbed onto his ankles, using them for support, as I bent myself over a little more, allowing me to thrust slightly quicker on top of him.
“Oo,” he moaned as he squeezed my cheeks, his entire hands encompassing them.
“Yeah,” I moaned out as his inches quickly came and went from my little snatch.
“I…I can’t last much longer,” he said with desperation.
“Then end it. Give me that huge load,” I said.
“Mmmmmmmm,” he moaned out with his mouth closed.
“Yes…yes,” I said.
“Fuck yes, here it is!”
I stopped jiggling up and down, feeling his shaft push his delicious nectar into the condom. I swore I could feel the tip filling up, but it might have been my imagination. I moved up and down just slightly, letting every ounce of his sweet liquid drip out, maximizing his pleasure and making sure he didn’t forget this.
I looked over my right shoulder, seeing him wipe the sweat from his forehead before I slowly climbed off, feeling the sensation of him leaving me. I got him a towel and he pulled the condom off, tossing it into my trash can, and then both of us used our towels to wipe the sweat and fluids from our body.
“How was that?” I asked with a smile, my body panting.
“Where did you get that stuff from?” he asked.
“I read,” I said before slipping my panties back on and bending over to toss him his boxers, which were tangled up in his pants.
He slipped them on and I climbed in bed with him, the only glow in my room came from the lamp, which was on the other side of the room. Luckily it wasn’t too bright, and I snuggled up to Tom, waiting to fall asleep as this had taken all of the energy from our bodies.
Tom ran his fingers through my hair, my head on his chest, and we both slowly fell asleep, peacefully, like I had always wanted.
•••
“Wake up, babe,” Tom said as he nudged me.
“What?” I asked in a groggy voice.
“I have to get going in a few minutes. Chop has been home all night without me. I know he likely peed all over the place, so I better go take care of it.”
I opened my eyes and stretched my arms, looking at the clock and seeing it was only seven in the morning.
“Okay, I’ll let you out,” I said as I got up, my bare breasts still exposed as Tom had begun to get dressed in the same clothes from last night.
I slipped some shorts on from my dresser and an oversized shirt, and we left my room. I could hear Morgan snoring in her room, as I walked him to the front door, my balance not that great as I was stumbling around. I wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep, for I had class in an hour and a half, but I usually tried to sleep another half hour before getting up. Maybe it would’ve been easier to go to his place instead.
“I had a great time,” he said as we stood in front of my door.
“Me, too,” I said before grabbing him and hugging him, burying my tired eyes into his shoulder.
“See you soon?” he asked.
“Mmhm,” I said before nodding.
He kissed me on the lips, and I opened the door for him, watched him walk away before closing it, and locking it again. I peered out the window, watching him walk down the sidewalk and out of sight, each step getting him closer to Chop. I yawned and stretched every muscle in my body, before shuffling along the floor and back into my bedroom, and sat down on the edge of my bed. As I was looking around, trying to wake myself up, something caught my attention, and made me perk right up, and not in a good way. My laptop was still open. I couldn’t see too much on the screen, so I got up and walked over to it, turning up the brightness, and immediately wanted to throw up. My cam was still on. MingleCam was
still on, and there were five viewers in the room, although none of them talking. Was my cam on this whole time? I asked Morgan to shut down my computer, and she didn’t. That meant…that meant that the entire world saw Tom and I having sex. This couldn’t be happening to me, not right now. I just regained his trust, and now if this got out there was no way in hell he’d ever forgive me.
I looked at my tips, seeing them higher than they’ve ever been.
Three thousand six hundred twenty-two.
I made three hundred and sixty-two dollars last night…having sex. Now even more problems came into my head. Could I really accept these coins and this money? I got them by having sex with someone…someone who didn’t consent to being on cam and having his penis…and his face…broadcasted to the world. Maybe I could split the coins with him. Who was I kidding? He’d never go for that. He was too straightlaced to want this kind of money. It might as well be blood money.
Maybe I got lucky and nobody saw his face. He was pretty far back, and I could barely see the pillows on my bed as I looked into the cam, so maybe nobody would ever know it was him. My face was the only one they saw, and even if thousands of people did watch us have sex, they wouldn’t be able to pick him out of a lineup. Maybe a penis lineup, but not a face one. Yeah, that was what happened, nobody saw his face. He was safe, I didn’t have to tell him about this, and we could move on with our lives. I could continue getting close to him, and nobody had to find out about all of this.
I logged out of MingleCam and closed my computer, the battery only now at about ten percent. The all-night session had drained it considerably, so I plugged it in to make sure it could refresh itself. I sat back down on the edge of my bed, put my hands against my forehead, and almost felt like crying.
“Are you going to get in the shower?” Morgan asked, scaring me.
“Oh, what? Yeah, just a minute,” I replied.
“Are you okay? Did your date go okay?” she asked, obviously concerned with how I was sitting here sulking.
“Yeah, it went great. We went to dinner and bowling, and he even spent the night,” I said.
“Spill,” she said.
“I’m a little tired right now, and I’ll be late for class if I don’t go and get ready. How about I tell you about it later?” I asked.
“That sounds good. Just hurry up in the shower so I can get in,” she said before walking back into her room and shutting the door.
I stood up, grabbed a few random clothes from my closet, and walked out of my bedroom and into the bathroom. Maybe this would be okay. After all, how could anyone figure out it was us?
Chapter Sixteen
A week had passed since my beautiful date with Tom. I hadn’t told him about the whole webcam thing, for fear of what he’d do, and nothing had come up that threatened it or made him aware, so I felt safe. I figured that if something was going to happen, or if somebody we knew saw us, they would’ve said something by now. Surprisingly, things had been looking up ever since that night. I wasn’t sure what happened or why that night would turn things around, but it had. Kurt still hadn’t contacted me, which was probably for the better, and Tom and I even went on two more dates. Well, one of them was only meeting in between classes for a quick lunch, so I wasn’t sure that it counted as a date, but it was still great nonetheless. Our other time together was at a party, a small and boring one, which allowed us just to talk and hang out in the corner, like at the first party we saw each other.
He had been such a gentleman so far, which was something I hadn’t been too used to. Kurt, even though he had his good moments, was usually a jerk and more interested in himself or making himself look good than to do anything for me. Napa was a good trip, but since then it was like we were just distant acquaintances and not two people who shared a few intimate, and every hot encounters with each other. I wouldn’t mind him still in my life as a friend, but I know Tom wouldn’t have been too keen on that.
Another strange thing happened when Tom and I were reconnected. My grades started to improve. Well, they hadn’t been going up too much, since it had only been about a week, but things were much easier, and the assignments I had gotten back had been good. It was amazing how something so small, so trivial as going out with someone again, could have such an impactful meaning on your life.
I went to class as usual, sitting there just like my typical Mondays. The lectures seemed to drone on, the professor not having a clue that nobody in the class, the class of only forty students, was even listening or paying attention. Students were texting, drawing in their notebooks, and daydreaming. I had a few spurts of attention, hastily scribbling down the jumbled notes into my notebook, but was mostly interested in texting Tom. He wasn’t in class, teasing me because I was, and we were talking about how his parents were in town visiting. I was wondering if he wanted me to meet them, considering parents visiting, at least with the people I knew, wasn’t a frequent thing. He hadn’t brought up anything, not even hinting for me to be somewhere, or what I was doing after class. I guess it made sense, though. Tom and I weren’t technically dating, for he hadn’t even asked, but I felt like he must’ve told them about me. He seemed like such a close-knit guy, always telling his close friends and family members about all aspects of his life. Thinking about it, I hope he hadn’t said much about me. The last thing I needed was them knowing I knocked him off to go get wild with Kurt Simmons. I doubt they wanted their son dating a little she-devil like me.
“Well, it looks like we’re out of time for today. I want you all to read pages two hundred through two twenty-seven before the next class. It’s very important!” Mrs. Hurst said enthusiastically, as everyone stood and stretched, ready to get out of Dodge.
I put my phone back into my pocket, it barely sliding into my jeans pocket as the lining inside was bunched up, grabbed my things, and walked down the stairs and out the door. Students were beginning to be let out of their classrooms, dodging and weaving each other in the hall like ninjas, and I walked to get to my geography class, which was surprisingly one of my favorites. Luckily for me, this class was in the same building as my last. It was one of the largest buildings on campus, being built two years ago, and totally state of the art. The building was like nothing else here, and every student, and especially faculty, loved being in it.
This class was about one hundred people strong, and I walked in to the sight of my teacher, a plump bearded man up front with a straw hat on, standing around and looking at his lesson plan for the day. The class was just a basic geography class, mostly for general education credits, but the teacher didn’t take it badly. I thought that most teachers would hate to teach these kinds of classes, since they weren’t for a major and you couldn’t connect that well with a hundred or more students, but he seemed to be really into it. He gave out candy and little knick-knacks after tests, and was very understanding if you forgot an assignment, provided you could come up with a good enough reason.
I sat at the top of class, in the right corner, by a giant map of the United States. I always looked at it, studying it, and I was certain that if I were ever on a game show and asked anything about the geography of the United States, I would be able to get that answer correct. Hopefully, it would be the million-dollar question.
The class, even though there were about a hundred odd people, wasn’t even close to full. I think we were only about seventy-five percent full, which was a little nice because I didn’t have someone right next to me, which made things more comfortable. The desks were the little ones with the tiny little desk space hanging off the side of the chair, which barely was big enough to hold a piece of paper.
•••
When class was over, I was set free. My Monday classes were over, and now I wasn’t required to sit in some boring class with a monotonic professor who droned on about some old war and the importance it had today.
I walked out of the building and walked about twenty feet before running into, literally, someone I had waited to see. It was Tom. I had
walked around the corner, not quite looking where I was going, and ran right into him, as he was walking in the direction I was coming from. Not only that, but his parents were standing right behind him, as he gave what looked like some guided tour, only this one not with an accompanying audio tape.
“Oh…hey,” I said with a smile.
“Funny running into you here,” he said as he put his hands in his jean pockets and smiled.
“Is this one of your friends?” his mother asked.
“Yeah, this is Chloe,” he said.
“Oh, Chloe, we’ve heard about you,” his father said.
Shit, they’ve heard about me? What have they heard? That I was some horrible witch that hurt their son and made him get into a fistfight with a movie star? Maybe he told them how he’d plowed me twice now, and that I put the rev in his engine.
“I hope good things,” I said with a smile, really hoping they were good things.
“Oh yes, Tom here would never say anything bad about anyone,” his father said with a hearty chuckle as he patted Tom on the back.
“My name is Chandra, and this is my husband Tom Sr.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you were a junior,” I said to Tom.
“Yeah, he gets a little embarrassed about it for some reason. Maybe because we always called him Junior,” his mother said with a smile.
“Mom, please.”