Cindy and I met on an online message board, talking about a Sims rip-off video game we both played. I wish it were a more exotic or interesting place. Even something serendipitous like “we locked eyes at a bar” would have been sexier. But no. This is the story of two nerds.

She liked my wry sense of humor and the fact that I often fucked with people without them immediately realizing it. I liked her ability to create an interesting conversation about anything she wanted, game-related or otherwise. At first, our banter was playful and in the view of others. But it quickly moved to DMs and got more heated.

While she didn’t outwardly advertise this in her profile, Cindy had no issue sharing the fact that she had a webcam in her house going pretty close to 24-7. This cam was free to watch and was used to garner a following and entice people (almost always straight guys) to purchase 1 on 1 cam time and shows.

This was my first interaction with a cam girl, and like any new subculture, I was super curious. How did it work? Aren’t you scared? Who are these guys? They pay you? Shit, that much? Damn, why am I not doing this? And so on. Learning about this was so much fun, and inevitably got me hot and bothered. I was always conscious of not wanting to seem like a creepy guy who tracked down a camgirl somewhere off cam and delicately tried to toe that line.

But this was not a one-way relationship; she was into me as well. We talked online, then on text, and even a little bit on the phone. While I was initially a little hesitant for the aforementioned creeper reasons, she actively encouraged me to constantly watch her cam. She liked when I would interact in her cam chat room, and would often do these little things to show her interest in me. Nothing major. Maybe some text on screen here, maybe a quick flash or a shoutout there.

She also sent me a recording of a show she did, which was insanely hot. Being constantly on cam gave me a good idea what she looked like, but not the full picture. Getting to watch her first dance around, then suck her own nipples, and finally get herself off with a massive dildo while rubbing her clit was insanely hot. I jerked off to it many times and told her so. She said she wanted to watch me. I demurred a bit, saying that I didn’t really want to buy a cam and that I would be awkward with the situation, but she insisted. So I suggested that maybe we should get together in person, and she agreed.

And just like that, we made plans for next weekend. Cindy lived about four hours away, but I was a bored undergrad, and excited about the whole thing. So I threw some clothes into a bag and caution into the wind and drove up.

I left after my last class on Friday, and didn’t arrive until about dinner time. Directions were fine, and I got there to find Cindy cooking dinner. For her and her boyfriend. Somehow the fact that she was living with her boyfriend never came up in conversation. I’d seen him walk around in the background of her live cam on occasion but didn’t really put together that they co-habitated. Clearly, I’m very smart.

So what I thought was going to be a fun, sexy weekend was turning into… well I wasn’t quite sure what it was turning into. But I was already up there, and it wasn’t like I was going to turn around and go home. Might as well make the best of it.

Cindy was making spaghetti, and I sat at the table with Martin. Turns out he’s a software developer for a financial tech startup. And apparently, he makes pretty good money, being that they live in a three-bedroom house with a live-in girlfriend that just does cam stuff. Good for him.

The situation gave me time to think and I started to realize where the “seams” were. The parts of the house that were never on cam and not for public consumption. The activities that they did without being watched. Kind of like at Disney, where walking around a corner here and a corner there gets you behind the scenes of it all. I’ve seen couples that are always on together, and this wasn’t that. Martin wasn’t hidden from the rest of the world, but he made no effort to be part of Cindy’s cam life.

After dinner we watched a movie. I think it was Star Wars related, but remember almost none of it, because the entire time I was trying to silently flirt with Cindy. In a way, it felt like I was a teenager again, and having to sneak around the watchful eye of a parent. This added an illicit element to the proceedings, which I was not expecting, but was kind of getting into.

The movie ended, and by that time it was late. Cindy made the bed in their guest room for me. I still had a lingering feeling of this being kind of fucked up, and like I had been taken for a fool, but tried to repress it all. After settling in, and thinking that was it for the night, Cindy came in to tuck me in. She looked exceptionally hot in a cut off t-shirt and booty shorts. I’d seen from her show that Cindy’s tits were huge, but in person was a different story. I went from zero to massive erection in about five seconds.

She didn’t get in bed with me, instead kind of leaned over, and we immediately started making out. My left hand grabbed the back of her head so that I could play with her short blonde hair, and my right went to her breasts. Cindy let out a tiny moan and moved her hand to my crotch. She gently caressed me outside of my boxers, which sent bolts of electricity through my body. Her fingers traced the length of my cock and she said, “that’s what I thought” as we continued to make out. I went for her pussy, but she pushed my hand away and said not now. The thought of “but when?” passed through my head but decided to just enjoy myself in the moment. After a few minutes, she broke it off, said sweet dreams, and left for her bed with Martin. I think I jerked off three times that night.

After not the best night of sleep, I was the first one up in the morning, and went downstairs to watch TV. Martin was up next and told me that Cindy usually sleeps late, and he usually makes her breakfast in bed. Great. But as he was cooking, she came down for a cup of coffee and to hang out. We all ate around the kitchen table, and then she suggested that she and I take a walk afterwards. Sounded fine to me.

I did the dishes, and then we got the hell out of there. Not too far from their house was some railroad tracks that were no longer in use. A good place for a leisurely stroll. Without being prompted, Cindy started to come clean about her situation. I knew bits and pieces of it, but not the full story. Her parents were pretty religious, and while she didn’t exactly get kicked out of her house, it was a toxic environment that needed to be left. Martin was a guy who was one of her regulars that was willing to put her up. Initially, it was supposed to be a short-term setup, but he liked having a gorgeous girl to cuddle with at night, and she liked being somewhere that wasn’t her home and not having to have a job or many real responsibilities. She also mentioned that while they did occasionally play, they didn’t fuck, despite him wanting to. It was a good walk and helped put things into perspective.

The rest of the night was very similar to the first. We hung out a little bit, Cindy made dinner, and we watched a movie. There wasn’t the same kind of palpable sexual tension of the first night, but I tried to make my desire known, while still maintaining silence. Again, it was quite the balancing act.

And like the day before, the best part of the evening was the end when Cindy came to tuck me in. Different t-shirt, different sleep shorts, same gigantic erection. More furious making out. More groping. More ear sucking and breast fondling. More blue balls at the end of the night.

However, unlike the previous day, the lack of sleep was adding up, and I actually slept until almost 11:30 the next day. And in another change of events, when I got up, the house was more active. I came downstairs, to hear them bickering. I didn’t ask what was up but was able to figure it out. Martin had been called into work. And he was not happy about it. Up until that moment, he hadn’t really talked that much. He just wasn’t a chatty guy I guess. But this was a complete change. I can’t believe they need me. I can’t believe that so and so couldn’t finish his blah blah blah on time. Lots of belly aching. Lots of cursing. Cindy was trying to be understanding and soothe his pain, but he was inconsolable. I figured they needed some private time and went upstairs to the alcove near my bedroom to read.

About twenty minutes later is when I heard it. A car ignition. A garage door open. And a car tearing ass out of there. Part of me was relieved, and part of me was very curious about what would happen next. Maybe a minute later, Cindy walks up the stairs and past where I was sitting without glancing my way. She gets a step inside her bedroom, turns around, and asks if I’m coming. You don’t have to ask me twice.

The bedroom was nice. Big windows. King size bed. White sheets and blankets. There were two laptops with cameras perched on dressers next to the bed. She said that we have about four hours until he gets back. And I said something dumb like, “Is that it?” and immediately start making out with her.

This time was different. There wasn’t a weird air of teasing that had probably been pre-negotiated prior to my arrival. We were going for it full throttle. I actually threw her onto the bed. She giggled and held her arms out. I jumped on top. Her legs were spread, and our bodies were immediately intertwined. I really liked sucking on her lower lip when we made out. She liked to whisper into my ear about how fucking wet she was. My raging hard on was pressed up against her, and I was trying to tease her body by moving my hips up and down, as she moved hers into mine.

After a few minutes of this she tells me to hold on and grabs a keyboard that was on the nightstand next to the bed. Both cams attached to the laptops on the dressers light up. She types a little bit more, and all of a sudden, a mosaic of six cam feeds pops onto the screen nearest the bed. Four were empty, two were cute girls. Cindy then changes the text on the bottom of the screen to, “Want to watch us?”. And just like that, we immediately have the girls’ attention. And through a chat window, they start making requests. Have him kiss you. Just go for it. I wanna see. I suppose I wasn’t really surprised by this, but it was certainly new to me. And after a few minutes, I was really getting into it. There was a whole exhibitionist side of me that was coming out, and it was really fun.

Have him take your shirt off.

I did.

Have him suck your nipples.

I did.

Make out again.

We did.

Fuck you guys are hot.

I glance at the cam, and while I’ll never know for sure, it certainly looked like one of the girls was discreetly using her vibrator.

We stopped paying attention to the screen for a minute and focused on each other. I took her panties off, and she was glistening. Completely shaven. And ready. Two fingers slid in without much resistance. I added a third. She arched her back. My mouth found her clit. My lips and tongue started out gently, but whenever I applied any kind of pressure, she arched her back and pressed into me further, so I intensified. My fingers gyrated against her g-spot in a clockwise motion, while I had her clit in my mouth and was sucking while circling in a counter-clockwise motion. Cindy liked this and let me know by gushing her warm cum all over my face.

If I wasn’t already turned on enough, this sent me into hyperdrive. So I kept going on her pussy. Up and down, side to side. Pressure on, pressure off. Having my fingers alternate between different patterns inside of her. Her second orgasm came even faster.

Fuuuuck. I had no idea you could do that to me.

I want to do more.

My turn!

She takes off my boxers and is face to face with my cock for the first time.

Fuck!

What?

Fuck, hold on.

And she gets up and leaves. I watch her walk out the door, and then glance back at the screen, which I hadn’t thought about in a minute. Both girls were still watching intently. I gave a look like I didn’t know what was going on. It didn’t last for long, as Cindy bursts back in with a tape measure.

I have to know.

She jumps back into bed and without any warning, puts her mouth over my cockhead.

Fuuuuuck.

Then she starts bobbing her head up and down. Fast. This is clearly not the first cock she’s sucked.

Fuuuuuuck.

I didn’t think I was going to last very long, but she takes her head off my swollen cock and kisses me. Unsurprisingly, there was a lot of precum.

Okay let’s find out.

She puts the tape measure against my pubic bone, and extends it over the length of my cock.

Fuck! I knew it I knew I knew it!

She throws the tape measure away, leans over to grab her keyboard, and changes the caption to “Nine inches of joy”.

Probably since she was already in the position, she stuck her ass up higher in the air, turned to look at me and smiled. Again, you don’t have to ask me twice. I put my hands on her hips, and plowed into her. Hard. All at once. Motherfuck, she felt amazing. Cindy just braced herself, as I unloaded several days of teasing frustration into her. I fucked her relentlessly. Without mercy. As hard as I could move my body, I wanted to thrust it all into that wet pussy. Fuuuck.

Needless to say, I didn’t last very long. After cumming, I crumpled on the bed, and she curled up next to me, and we gently made out more. My heart was still pounding through my chest, and my brow was slick with sweat. Cindy’s hand moved down, and she caressed my balls. It felt warm and nice.

This went on for a moment, but after not too long, she grabbed the keyboard again, and started conversing with her friends.

OMG that was so hot.

You guys are like fucking porn stars.

I need to be fucked like that.

There was some playful banter back and forth, and I’m sure I had a huge shit eating grin on my face.

That went on for a few minutes, until another girl appeared on one of the cams. The others were cute, but this one was a knockout. Straight black hair, light brown skin, piercing green eyes. Stunning. It takes her a second to realize what happened.

Awww, I missed the show?!

Yeah it was so hot!

They were so into each other!

: ((((

Do it again?

The words appeared, and Cindy just looked back at me. I asked for the keyboard.

Take your shirt off. Let me see you.

Will you do it again?

Yes.

I looked over at Cindy again, and she looked back at me. And like that, we started making out. I was intoxicated with the idea that this gorgeous girl wanted to watch us fuck. I loved that she was into us. I felt objectified, but in the best of ways. This time, Cindy spent a lot longer going down on me. I was half-sitting, half leaning back in bed, and the entire time I had my eyes fixed on the screen. I stared into this girl’s eyes who I’ll likely never see or meet again and watched her soak in watching me get my dick sucked. She just bit her bottom lip and stared.