Windows [Part 1 of 3]

Beth came home to an empty apartment. It was nearly seven o’clock on a Friday night. Her roommates, Jen and Melissa, were out. They probably wouldn’t be back until the small hours of the morning, if they came home at all. It was just as likely that they’d spend the night at their boyfriends’ places.  After such a long day, Beth was actually glad to have the place to herself. She’d been working in the library all afternoon on a paper about the social-history of American impressionism for her modern art class. She was only about half-finished, but her brain could no longer string the words together into coherent sentences. Tomorrow was going to be another long one. Beth was the right-side hitter for the Clinton State volleyball team. Tomorrow was game-night, meaning the day would be full of practice and warm-ups. Beth loved volleyball. When she was out there on the court, she felt like there was nothing else in the world but her, her teammates, her opponents, the net, and the ball. Everything else just faded into a muted background. But it never stayed there. Volleyball didn’t delete the endless stream of e-mails, and it didn’t write her papers for her. After the game, those things would still be waiting for her. Hence, spending Friday night in the library, while her roommates were out with their boyfriends having fun. Frankly, Beth, didn’t have time for a boyfriend. Guys were so much work, and a lot of them were pretty much useless at serious relationships. Being that Beth was tall, athletic, and very intelligent, she seemed to intimidate a lot of guys who’d prefer someone shorter, weaker, and dumber than they were. Most boys either tended to shy away from her, or to put up some kind of macho-asshole facade to disguise their insecurities. It was honestly tiresome. Beth shrugged her laptop bag from her shoulder and placed it on the kitchen counter. She opened the refrigerator, and perused its sparse contents. Finally, she settled on a styrofoam box with leftover Pad Thai, which she emptied into a dish. A few minutes later, she removed her dinner from the microwave, and went to the living room to see what was on TV. As the smell hit her nostrils she finally realized how completely starved she’d been. She devoured the meal ravenously, slurping kolej escort the noodles into her mouth. Surfing the channels, she settled on a trashy reality show set some place warm and sunny with a pool and a never-ending supply of free booze. A group of slutty men and women competed for the attentions of some bisexual sex-kitten by performing a bunch of ludicrous challenges for her amusement. There was shouting and tears and lots of bronzed skin. At the end, one man and one woman were bitterly voted off the show. Beth glanced towards the kitchen where her laptop was lying on the counter. She turned off the TV, placed her dishes in the sink, and returned to the futon with her computer. She was bored, but had a good idea of how to entertain herself. Since her roommates were out, she was sure she wouldn’t be disturbed. Beth opened her laptop, and logged in to an amateur web-cam site. Her screen name was emmahott4u23. It had been selected for its genericness. Soon, her screen was filled with a series of windows showing images of a number of men, women, transgendered, and couples in varying stages of dress and arousal. She began to click on windows, looking for those that caught her attention. A lot of people on cam did it as a way to make a living. They’d only put on a show if someone paid them for it. Otherwise, they’d sit around smoking cigarettes and complaining about the freeloaders. Even when they received a tip, they went about their business with a cold, disinterested professionalism that wasn’t even the least bit interesting to Beth. Unfortunately, many of the pros didn’t seem to know or care about the difference between nudity and eroticism, or between sex and sexiness. Instead, Beth searched for those who did it simply because they enjoyed being watched. They got off on having hundreds of eyes, or even just a couple of anonymous eyes on their naked bodies as they brought themselves to often quite impressive orgasms. Even if they didn’t have the greatest bodies, or their cameras weren’t of a good quality, these amateurs brought a sort of intimacy to their shows that the professionals lacked. To the professionals, she was just a source of tips. But with these true exhibitionists, she felt like sihhiye escort bayan she was actually participating in the show just by viewing it. Beth had several windows open. There was a brunette girl her own age, slowly teasing nipples that poked through a cottony shirt. There was another woman, older, with legs spread, working her pussy with a vibrator. There was a red-head riding on top of some young guy – you could only see his legs – and her bouncing ass. There was a transgendered Asian cam-girl casually stroking a huge cock. There was another girl, blonde, with a seductive smile, naked, lounging outdoors somewhere where the sun was still high in the sky. And here was a guy with a fairly ordinary looking body, though his face was out of the frame: razr242. He was lying on a bed with blue sheets, in a room with lettuce green walls, delicately teasing a delicious looking erection that seemed as if it were ready to burst. Beth watched his abdomen muscles twitch as he touched his cock, stroking it lightly a few times. Then his hand would fall away for a few seconds before resuming stimulation. On one hand there was little happening on-screen. However, Beth was fascinated by the display. There was a sense of suspense, knowing he could go over the top at any second. She checked some of the other open windows, but her curiosity kept her returning to razr242. Finally, she opened a chat window. emmahott4u23: Hey. The hand stopped again. Beth watched his chest rise and fall taking several deep breaths. Then he rolled onto his side and began typing. razr242: Hi. emmahott4u23: You look really hot. razr242: Thanks. emmahott4u23: How long? razr242: 7.5 inches. emmahott4u23: lol emmahott4u23: I meant how long have you been edging? emmahott4u23: But 7.5 inches is good, too. 😉 razr242: Oh. Been close for the last 2 hours. emmahott4u23: Damn. emmahott4u23: You haven’t cum in two hours? razr242: No. Beth had never known a guy who could last more than fifteen minutes. She was aware that some women had trouble reaching orgasm, but fortunately, that had never been her problem. If Beth was feeling really turned on (like she was starting to feel now), fifteen minutes was more than enough time for her to get Escort sincan off – sometimes, twice. She couldn’t imagine having to wait two hours for an orgasm. Still, she had to admit that seeing him so turned on, and imagining all the ways that she might push him over the edge was extremely hot. With her eyes glued to the screen, her hand moved down her body, and slipped inside her jeans. She began rubbing herself through her already damp panties. A low moan escaped her chest as she teased her clit through the fabric. emmahott4u23: How can you go so long? razr242: Discipline. razr242: Besides, when I do cum, it’s super intense. It’s almost against my will, like I totally lose control. emmahott4u23: mmm emmahott4u23: I’d like to see that. razr242: Stick around. 😉 Beth pushed her jeans and panties down her hips, revealing a smoothly waxed pussy. Her back arched slightly as her fingers brushed her sensitive, swollen clit. She matched the movement of her fingers to his slow teasing on-screen, imagining what his fingers would feel like in place of her own. She felt the tension slowly building. emmahott4u23: Did you know you really have me turned on? emmahott4u23: I’m dripping. The hand froze, she could see it squeezing tight around his cock, as his legs twitched and his abs tensed. It was nearly a minute before his body relaxed. A small pearl of pre-cum appeared at the head of his cock. He wiped it away with this thumb, then began typing again. razr242: Fuck! That was close. emmahott4u23: Do you want to see? razr242: mmm. Yeah. razr242: Are you on cam? emmahott4u23: I can be. Just give me a minute. Beth had been on camera a few times before. She’d been curious about how it felt to be exposed to the world. Her feelings were mixed. On one hand, she’d gotten up to seventy-three viewers once. That was seventy-three pairs of eyes fixed on her body, seventy-three racing pulses, seventy-three stiffening cocks, all because of her. She loved the feeling of being admired by so many lusting men at once, especially since they were helplessly trapped behind their computer screens and couldn’t touch her. She loved the sense of power she had over them. On the other hand, some of the guys were very rude and demanding, and it sort of ruined the eroticism of it. She found herself distracted by trying to ban the worst of them, and keep everyone else in order. In the end, she’d decided that it mostly wasn’t worthwhile. In a perfect world she’d have loved to explore her exhibitionist side more, but as it was, it was just easier to be a voyeur.