Online (extended version)

The Webcam Light Is On

Brittney clicked the on button, gave a coy smile into the webcam and nervously said hi.

She took a deep breath and let it out while the guy on the other end went on and on about how pretty she was.

This is it, Brittney told herself. I'm about to find out if on other guy can find me Brittney as sexy and desirable as Bradley does.

When ricosuave69 finally stopped talking Brittney asked him if his gap stabber was erect.

This began a conversation with Brittney talking to this guy the same way she knew men wanted women to talk to them--- dirty.

Bradley wanted the same thing. He longed to hear a girl say the same things to him that he, as Brittney, was now saying to this guy, but as a guy, he never could find a girl willing to talk to him this way.

As Brittney described to ricosuave69 how she would slowly unzip his pants and then reach in to hold onto his manhood through his boxer briefs, she began to wonder how it would feel to actually have another guy in her hand that way.

She cringed at the thought, yet she didn't stop the chat. She stayed in character and continued, telling him how bad she wanted to pull his underwear down with her teeth.

She told herself that this wasn't true in real life, but at the same time, she could feel herself becoming very aroused.

Ricosuave69 told Brittney how turned on she was making him and although it was below the camera, she could tell he was discreetly touching himself. This served to encourage Bradley to take the fantasy further.

Becoming more aroused and happy with the attention he was getting from another person, Bradley slipped even more comfortably into the role of Brittney and began to tell this boy how she wanted to lick his throbbing, hard rod, how she wanted to feel it become larger as she held it, and how she wanted to watch it grow as it stood at attention, mere centimeters from her face.

Now . . . she was no longer just pretending. She was so aroused thinking about the idea of what it might be like, that she was, in her mind, actually starting to almost want to do it for real.

This was something new. It was odd and creeped her out, but also strangely exciting.

In front of the webcam, she began to perform for him, making the motions of pretending to put her mouth around his cock and then bobbing her head up and down while making the motions of stroking and the sound of  moaning and sucking. All the while, he was silent except for an occasional "mmm...baby, that's nice," while he continued to discretely stroke himself off camera, in rhythm with her head bobbing.

Once Britney saw that Ricosuave69 had obviously climaxed, she quit the motions of acting like she was giving him head, and there was only a short pause before, with a grin on his face, ricosuave69 asked her, "Seriously, can I please meet you in person? Tomorrow?"

Bradley was so turned on, and in character, in the heat of the moment he let Brittney take over. Something he would not have done if he had been thinking straight.

"Sure, but I don't have transportation to meet you anywhere."

"Don't worry. I can come to you. What time should I be there?"

"8pm...but I'm nervous."

He reassured her, "Don't be, you don't have to do anything you decide you don't want to. We can just watch a movie and hang out if you like."

"Okay. . . See you then."

He secured her address and told her his name was David, before they both logged off.

Brittney closed her laptop and went to the bathroom.

As he began washing off the makeup, Bradley nervously thought about what he had just agreed to. He so desperately wanted to be held and adored as Brittney, to be told how pretty she was.

He attempted to convince himself that it would be okay.

Besides, he told himself. It's not like we'll be having sex, just Netflix and chill.