I’m not prepared for this, not in the slightest. What do I do? What am I meant to say to her?
My heartbeat echoes in my ears as I type out the first thing that comes to my mind.
“This is a dream come true. I’m a huge fan of yours. I’ve been watching since back when you did your first permadeath challenge.”
Like a girl after my heart, she responds promptly. “Oh, wow! That’s a long time. You’re a real OG then.”
I’m already halfway through typing my next message when I pause, dead in my tracks. An idea, a spark of inspiration, comes to me. Why am I just settling for this, messaging, when there’s so much more fun to be had?
I delete and retype my message. “Hey, do you want to hop on a video call together?”
“Sure, I don’t mind. What’s your details? I’ll send you a request.”
I message her my username for the app most people use to chat while playing games. Until now, the only one I’ve ever used it with is Paul. To think that’s going to change, and it’s her of all people it will be with! I’m as giddy as a schoolgirl.
Will the wonder and awe of all this ever wear off? Not just in regards to Becca either, but everything in general. I hope it doesn’t. I hope this whole free use thing never quite gets to the point where the impossible feels ordinary.
Soon enough, my screen lights up with Becca’s oh, so cute face. Really, the sight of her sitting in front of her usual backdrop isn’t anything I’ve not seen before. That doesn’t stop the excitement from coursing through my veins. It’s different knowing she’s talking to me and me alone. There’s no one else here but us.
“Hey, how’s it going?” She says, giving the camera and, by extension, me a little awkward wave.
It’s cute how much less confident she seems with it being just the two of us. Maybe that’s because she can actually see me in my own camera feed. Normally, she’s just talking to faceless strangers on her stream.
For the first time in, well, ever, I’m actually making use of my webcam. The gadget came alongside the rest of my computer in the bundle I bought online a few years back.
In the beginning, I had dreams of becoming a streamer myself. They were short-lived. I simply don’t have the personality for it. Talking for that long, and trying to be entertaining no less, is a nightmare. Then, of course, there’s the work ethic required to actually be successful. I’m far too lazy for that.
I don’t know how people like her do it. That’s without taking into account all those eyes on them, too. Not to mention the less-than-pleasant comments. Girls can have it especially bad with the disgusting things guys say to them far too frequently.
“H-hey, um…” I trip over my words. “S-sorry, um… Again, this is just a dream come true. I’m a h-huge fan.”
She doesn’t judge me, doesn’t look down on me. She smiles warmly and says. “Thank you, I couldn’t do this without fans like you.”
“C-can I ask you a personal question?” I say, only to feel like an idiot.
With everything I’ve learned, I don’t really need to ask such things. I can do whatever I want without risk of offending or making a fool of myself. God, that’s going to take a while to get used to.
As expected, she nods. As such, I ask the most pressing question on my mind right now, or ever, at least when it comes to her. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Call me a simp, but much like her community, it’s the thing I’ve most wondered about. There are rumours all over the internet about her relationship status. Especially so in regard to certain other streamers she’s close to. Guy ones. Enjoying the story? Read on at NovelPing.
“No, I’m not dating anyone currently.”
A wave of relief washes through my body. Thank God, she’s not taken. I knew all those losers were wrong!
Okay, now with that dealt with, what do I ask her next?
I take a moment, awkwardly sitting there in silence. Then it hits me. I’m such a fool. Questions aren’t the only thing I should be asking of her. That’s such a waste of the power I have, and not the point of why I asked her to get on a video call with me.
In my excitement, I simply forgot about my true intentions. That all changes now.
A perverted grin splits my face, and my eyes shine with mischief. “Can you show me your panties?”
“How naughty?” She tsk-tsks, and for a moment my heart skips a beat, fearing that she won’t respond as I expect.
Instead, she stands up, scooting her chair back as she does so. While a tight, pastel blue tank top covers her chest, all she wears below is a pair of booty shorts. One’s that show off a lot of her smooth, slender thighs.
If only she’d turn around so I could see that ass. That can wait for later, though.
“Just my panties? Are you sure you don’t want to see more?” She laughs playfully, again causing my heart to skip a beat.
This girl is perfect!
Despite the teasing question, Becca still does as I ask. She reaches down, fingers hooking around her waistband. A moment later, her shorts hang from her knees, leaving her panties on full display.
They’re a cute pair, white with a love heart printed on them. Most notably, however, is the tight manner in which they hug her form. Little is left to the imagination. I believe the word to describe this phenomenon is cameltoe.
God, I’ve never been harder. Seeing her, a girl I’ve hopelessly pined for ages now, do something so erotic beats out any porn I’ve ever watched. Then there’s what she said too.
Why would she say something like that? Is it the effect of this whole free use thing influencing her, or did she say that on her own? So far, everything a girl has done for me, as far as I can recall, has been as a result of my prompting.
No, of course, this is the power. I doubt she’d want something like this of her own volition. She doesn’t even know me! I’m a loser. She’d never be interested in a guy like me without it affecting her.
Then again, maybe she would be. I can’t help but feel a small spark of hope, delusional as it might be. Maybe the effect on them doesn’t strip away their free will entirely. And in such a situation, it’s entirely possible that this is simply how she would act.
Whatever the case, there’s little point thinking about it now. I’m not going to solve the mystery. And besides, I have far better things to focus on. To which end, I lean back in my chair, watching my screen intently.
“If you want to show me more, I won’t say no.”
“Oh… What about my tits?”
Becca’s words ring in my ears. My answer should be immediate and obvious, but I don’t get the words out. They stick in my throat.
The naughty, little streamer does what she wants before I have a chance to respond. That is to say, she lifts her tank top up over her head. She tosses it over her shoulder. A second later, her bra follows it. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Without either article of clothing on, her breasts are right there, sitting out in the open. The two modest mounds of hers are just as perky as she is. Each of them is a nice full shape for their size. Truly, a good handful.
I can do little but watch in awe of them. Especially so as she bounced on her heels to good effect. She knows exactly what she’s doing, making them jiggle.
It makes for quite the show. I can’t complain, and certainly can’t take my eyes off her. No, I scour every inch of her smooth, olive skin with perverted intent. In particular, her stiff little nipples draw my eye. It doesn’t help that she reaches up and plays with them.
“I think someone likes my tits.” She trills, the soft energetic song of her voice music to my ears.
I’ve always wondered if she genuinely is as she portrays herself on stream. The answer to that question is an astounding yes. Although when she’s live, she’s definitely not this perverted. I’m really starting to believe it’s not all my effect on her either.
“They’re so amazing…” I mutter, in awe of her tits.
This, again, earns a little giggle from her. A moan too as she gives her nipples one last pinch before moving her attention elsewhere.
My heart skips a beat. I know just where said attention is going. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out, though, not as her hands glide down her body, tracing her slender figure.
They come to a rest; fingers brush the edge of her panties. “What about my pussy? Do you want to see that too? I’d love to show it to you.”
I nod.
No, that is an understatement if ever I’ve heard one. My head bobs up and down so fast that I wouldn’t be surprised if it pops off. At the very least, I’m at risk of pulling a muscle.
Her fingers hook and pull.
The cheeky girl leans forward as she does so too. Sure, she might offer me an absolutely amazing view of her breasts. She does, however, block all sight of her lower half at the same time. That is, right up until she stands back up, panties down around her ankles.
My eyes fall on her crotch, and I gasp.
There, sitting atop her mound is a curly, red patch of pubic hair. Well trimmed, of course, but still holding a certain wild vibe to it that matches her personality to a tee. The curtains even match the drapes.
Apart from that bit of hair, however, there’s none more down there. The sides of her pussy are shaved bare, not that I can really make much out of her other than the slit.
“Hmm…” She makes a noise as she notices that issue for herself. “You can’t really see me pussy well, can you? Not when I’m standing like this anyway. What if I do this instead?”
Becca doesn’t hesitate. She pulls her gaming chair back into place, centring it in front of her camera. With it there, she plops her butt down, legs kicked up on either side of her computer.
“There we go. Have a good, long look.”
She spreads herself for me.