She was nervous. Yes they had been chatting for awhile now, and she had even shown him her bra, something she had never done with a guy before. Although she was nearly 20 she had lived a very sheltered childhood, the legacy of having highly protective parents she guessed.
“Come on… just show me, just a peek” he pleaded.
“You promise you won’t tell anyone?” She asked nervously
“Of course not! Who am I going to tell?” He asked sounding hurt
“I don’t know, your friend maybe?” She said annoyed
“I promise I won’t… please?” He begged
Her resistance caving at last she reached down, gathering her shirt and bra up in one handful. In one smooth gesture she pulled her shirt and bra up to her neck, allowing first one breast and then the other to slip out of the tight confines of her bra and hang freely in the evening air. She was well endowed by any measure, her large full breasts still having the resilience that youth and lack of childbirth brought. She shook them back and forth, her supple flesh swaying. She could see his eyes locked on her chest through the webcam that connected them. Although she was nervous and embarrassed she was aroused as well. She could feel her pussy start to moisten when she noticed his hand slip beneath his desk, no doubt stroking his cock as he watched her.
“Ok! That’s enough! Bye!” she said hurriedly. She reached over and disconnected from the chat program before he had a chance to voice a protest. She could feel her face flush in embarrassment. She really liked this guy, she would not have done something so brazen if she hadn’t, but she was nervous about what he would say after seeing her body exposed like that. She was not quite sure if she wanted him to like it or not… a confusing thought to be sure, after all why wouldn’t she want him to like it?
She was a little disturbed by the fact that she had gotten so turned on by flashing her tits. Although she knew that plenty of girls got of on that kind of thing, the internet is littered with their pictures after all, she had not considered that she might be that kind of girl.
She slipped her hand down the front of her cotton gym shorts, she had taken to going commando when she was at home and her hand found no barrier between her fingers and the smooth clean flesh of her shaven labia. She slipped one finger tentatively between the lips of her pussy, finding them already moist and swollen with her arousal. She started to stroke back and forth like the videos that she had seen online. If flashing her breasts over a webcam was frowned upon in her conservative family then masturbation was almost punishable by death…
She groaned softly, biting her lip to hold back the sound. The walls were thin and her parents were sleeping just down the hall. Some day, after school, she would be able to save enough money to move out from under their stifling gaze, but for the time being she would just have to be quiet. She found her clit, rubbing the sensitive organ with unwholesome vigor. She thrilled at the sensations that her still inept touch brought, the pleasure was like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life. Her hips started to press against her wandering hand, almost as though they had a mind of their own and were desperate for more preasure. Her hips bucked, once, twice, and a final time, her back arching in a silent scream of pleasure as her orgasm found her. When the pleasure induced haze passed and she could think clearly again, her mind at last free of lust for awhile, she realized that she was probably going to get an earful from her boyfriend for shutting him off like that.
“Perhaps I will let him finger me to pay him back, if my hands feel good I bet his would be heaven itself…” she thought to herself. She pondered this as her cell phone lit up, buzzing quietly on her desk as a text message from her boyfriend arrived…
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