I couldn’t be more content.
Today has been one hell of a hectic day. I’ve not known one quite like it. As scared as I was at some points, every bit of it was, in the end, amazing.
From Bridget sucking me off to eating her out in return. Why, I even got to grope Mary’s chest. None of those things I will ever forget.
That said, sometimes a person can get all peopled out. For me, that’s well and truly happened. Thus, I find myself holed up, alone in my bedroom watching my favourite streamer play games online.
Yeah, I could go outside right now and explore the bounds of what these strange happenings around me are capable of. Hell, I could even lose my virginity to any girl I chose. I don’t want to do any of that, however. I’m simply not in the mood for it. Besides, Paul and I have made plans regarding that tomorrow. There’s no rush.
So for now, I plan to relax and unwind in front of my computer screen. And I do just that as I chow down on a frozen meal, fresh out of the microwave. Compared to Mary’s cooking, the food is abysmal, but that’s not a fair competition. In truth, it’s serviceable. Not particularly bad, but not great either.
My parents work late quite often, so I’m used to it. I can’t complain too much. The two of them do a lot to support me, and I’ll always be thankful for that.
Sometimes, though, I wish I saw them more.
Oh, well…
I try not to focus on such things. Instead, I turn my attention solely to the stream.
“Come on, come on, come on. We’re so close. Just a sliver of the bastard’s health left” Becca’s energetic voice rings in my ears.
I’ve watched a lot of different streamers over the years. And yet, there’s just something about this girl that captivates me so. It’s not to the point of obsession, mind you. Although Paul does call me a simp because of it, and I have to admit, he’s kind of right.
That said, I’m not too far gone, not like some. After all, I’ve never donated to her. For one, I can’t really afford it. What pocket money I get goes to my own games. Even then, I’m mostly just a lurker in her streams. I can count the number of times I’ve actually commented in her chat on my hands.
Maybe it’s her ever-cheery tone. Maybe it’s her more geeky appearance. Whatever the case, I can’t get enough of her. It helps that she’s as cute as a button, too.
While she’s quite good at games, that’s not always what I find myself focusing on. Now is such an example of that too. My eyes don’t watch her gameplay. Instead, they linger on the little box in the corner, where her face cam resides.
If that were the case, I’d definitely find the energy to leave this room no matter how people’d out I was. All the things I’d do to her with this free use effect I have. Alas, it’s not meant to be. And using her as a standard to judge girls by is unrealistic, to say the least.
Her bright green eyes shine like emeralds even as she drives her avatar on to commit grave violence. Oh, how they enrapture me. Then there’s her smooth, olive skin. It’s practically flawless. Not even the smattering of freckles stretching across her cheeks, and teeny, tiny button nose detracts from it. If anything, it only makes her cuter.
Atop her head sits thick, wild locks of bright red hair. Not untamed, no. The look is purposeful. And although red is her natural hair colour, this tone isn’t. She’s dyed it a brighter shade to really make her eyes pop.
Oh, and as if her face isn’t good enough, she has a smoking hot body too boot. The stream, however, doesn’t show much of that off. Not right now anyway. The most I can see at the moment is the cleavage her tank top leaves on display.
The girl’s breasts aren’t massive. She’s no Mary, and not even on Bridget’s level. What she does have there is modestly impressive, however. A good handful or so. But still, tits aren’t everything. Her backside is where she really shines. A shame then that I’ve rarely seen it. Only on a few occasions where she gets up from her desk while chatting before playing any games.
“NOOO!” Becca cries, deflating in her seat like a flat balloon. All as her character in the game is unceremoniously cut down. “We were so close, chat… Just one more hit! Well, I guess we will have to continue this tomorrow. I’m afraid we’re out of time for tonight.”
Even when she’s upset, she looks so damn cute. Once again, I’m reminded of all the things I’d do to her if I could. Consentially, of course. Oh, how I’d sell my soul in a heartbeat if only I got to have sex with a girl like her.
Wait…
A thought occurs to me. The shocking realisation of it all nearly has me falling out of my chair.
I’m so stupid. Why didn’t I think of this soon?
Now that it’s occurred to me, it’s the only thing I can think of. Even her words, wrapping up the stream, fall by the wayside.
So far I’ve only tested the effect I have with real-life interactions, but would it be possible to do so online too? I have no idea. How would that even work? That said, it’s not like I know how any of it works in the first place. At the very least, there’s no harm in trying.
Well, so long as I use an alt account. Paul knows about my main one. If it got banned, for whatever reason, he’d no doubt have questions. The answer to which I could never tell him.
For sure, it would get me nothing but endless teasing from him in return. To be fair, I’d do the same in his shoes.
My fingers dance across the keyboard. In a matter of seconds, I’ve logged out and into one of my alt accounts. All that’s left is to think about how to go about this.
For this to work at all, I assume she has to see my message. That’s only logical, but still, how do I get that to happen? It might sound simple, but it’s really not.
Becca is a decently sized streamer, not absolutely massive, not small either. She makes a decent living from it, enough to get by as her main money maker.
A private message is most likely out of the running then. She probably doesn’t check them all that much, or has them disabled. Given she’s a girl online, that’s a safe bet to make. Guys can be disgusting pigs. Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
That leaves chat. My eyes dart over to the quickly scrolling feed. It’s not currently in sub-only mode, so that might just work. If she’s reading it currently, that is. At the moment she’s saying her goodbyes, thanking everyone who donated, so… maybe?
Oh, well. No harm in shooting my shot anyway. Not like this can trace this back to me, so there’s nothing to be afraid of. Ah, the anonymity of the internet.
“I’d love to chat with you some time; message me after you sign off.”
There, I sent it.
Understandably, the chatters who read my message absolutely roast it. I don’t care, though. They can think whatever they want. Of course, from their perspective, they think I’m a dumb simp with not a chance in hell. I, however, know otherwise, or at the very least hope so.
All I can do is wait and watch as Becca draws her stream to a close. She doesn’t react in the slightest to my message. That’s not all that enlightening either way. Without knowing if she saw it, I don’t know if the effect works over the internet or not.
Maybe I should try something else, on a different person first, to determine that fact?
The feed going dark cuts off my musings. Her stream is over for the day.
Instead of experimenting elsewhere, though, I decided to try one last thing. I don’t know for certain that direct messaging her won’t work unless I try.
Thus, I type out the same message and send it to her, or rather, I go to. I don’t get through it all before I’m interrupted. Someone just sent ME a message. Could it be?
My heart skips a beat.
I couldn’t open my inbox quicker if I tried. There it is, a message from her, from Becca.
“I’ve got a dinner thing in an hour or so, but we can talk until I need to get ready for it. I always have fun chatting to a fan.”
It actually works. This is a dream come true!