“How do I even know you’re really a chick?” Zeke typed into the instant messenger.
After a brief pause, DoomChylde69 replied. “I could say the same to you. I don’t wanna unknowingly cyber with a chick. Where’s the fun in that?”
Before Zeke could reply, DoomChylde69 sent another message. “Or you could be really old with hair everywhere but your head. That would be a major mood killer.”
“I’m not an old, hairy, bald guy!” Zeke shot back. “I’m eighteen, for fuck’s sake. And I’m not a chick.”
“Prove it,” DoomChylde69 responded simply.
Zeke sighed, running a hand through his spikey black hair. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” he typed.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” DoomChylde69 said, adding a winking smiley to the end of the message.
“Fair enough,” Zeke replied. He poked around on the computer, trying to figure out how to activate the webcam attached to the monitor. Technology wasn’t his strong suit. More often than not, he just wound up breaking the stuff. It didn’t help that the computer wasn’t even his but his friend Collin’s.
“Dammit, C-note, how do you work this thing?” he muttered. He didn’t get a response. Collin wasn’t home. Zeke had snuck into his friend’s house, hoping to loot some booze from Collin’s parents’ liquor cabinet. Seeing the chat program up and running, he quickly became distracted and decided to mess with people in a virtual way. How he’d segued into cybering with some chick who may or may not actually be a chick, Zeke wasn’t sure.
But now he was committed to it. If only he could get the webcam working.
“Ha!” Zeke declared triumphantly as a box popped up and let him see what the webcam saw. “Good enough for you?” he typed into the chat window.
“For now,” DoomChylde69 messaged back. A moment later, another box popped up, asking if Zeke wanted to view ‘her’ webcam.
“Let’s see what we’re dealing with here,” Zeke muttered before clicking on the accept button. Another video feed appeared next to his. He let out a groan of disappointment. “Dude, not cool. I’m not cybering with some twelve-year-old boy.”
“Hey!”
Zeke jumped as he heard the voice coming through the computer’s speakers. The supposed ‘chick’ glared at him through the internet. Zeke cursed, realizing the computer must have a microphone. He looked at the mildly annoyed person on the video feed. Hair shorter than his dyed a myriad of colors. Sure, the facial features were a bit feminine, but that could just as easily be explained by a lack of hitting puberty yet.
“I’m a girl, dammit!” the person on the video feed persisted.
“You could’ve fooled me,” Zeke said. “Actually, you are fooling me.”
“I’ll prove it,” DarkChylde69 shot back. After a flutter of movement on the screen, an ID came into focus. The picture on the ID was clearly the same person. The name read: Louise ‘Lulu’ Mathews. Next to gender was a single letter. F.
Zeke squinted at the ID and smirked. “Nice fake ID. Look, I’m not into cross-dressers.”
“Oh, you dick,” Lulu hissed, tossing the ID down. She yanked her shirt up, exposing her bare chest to the camera.
“Whoa,” Zeke gasped. They were small, nearly nonexistent, but Lulu clearly had breasts. “Okay, that’s mildly convincing. But not a hundred percent. I’ve seen moobs before.”
Lulu lowered her shirt and smirked. “Nice try,” she said. “Quid pro quo, motherfucker. Let’s see what the skinny white boy’s hiding.”
“Fine.” Zeke pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. “It’s warm in here anyway.”
Lulu grinned playfully. “I think it’s gonna get a whole lot warmer real quick.” She followed suit, tugging her shirt up again and slipping it all the way off. Zeke leaned forward, taking a better look at her bare breasts.
Maybe he’d judged her too harshly. Sure, she was the epitome of androgyny, but her tits – while small – were pretty juicy. Light glinted off the barbells piercing Lulu’s light pink nipples. Lulu laughed. “You are a total noob.”
Zeke’s brow furrowed. “I am not! I’ve done things of a sexy nature before. Why, just the other night – “
“Not interested in your previous sexual conquests,” Lulu interrupted. “Also not what I meant.” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms under her breasts. “Have you ever even used a computer before?”
“Huh?”
“Double-click on me.”
“What?”
Lulu sighed, rolling her eyes. “Move the mouse cursor over my video feed and click twice. In rapid succession.”
Zeke moved the mouse over Lulu’s digitized image. He placed the tip of the arrow on one of her pierced nipples and double-clicked. The image enlarged, filling the monitor. “Sweet!”
“You clicked on my tits, didn’t you?” Lulu asked, amusement in her voice.
“Um, maybe.”
Lulu laughed. “Need more proof that I’m a girl?”
“Are you offering?” Zeke wasn’t exactly sure where things were headed, but he liked the look of it. His cock throbbed in his jeans. Absently, his hand moved down to rub at the bulge.
Lulu raised an eyebrow. “Are you gonna reciprocate?”
Zeke smirked. “If I like what I see.” He suspected he would like what he saw. Who knew computers could be so much fun?
“You better,” Lulu said. She scooted up in her chair and unfastened her pants. Wiggling out of them, Zeke caught glimpses of boney legs and dark panties. Lulu stood, the top half of her body leaving the view of the webcam. Zeke stared, his breathing growing heavy as he watched Lulu hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She slowly pushed them down her legs.
Zeke gasped as he saw Lulu’s bare crotch. His cock twitched in his pants. She was most definitely a chick. Zeke had his pants open by the time Lulu dropped back into her chair. She looked expectantly into the camera. “Well?”
“I take back all the bad things I said about you,” he told her, slipping a hand into his boxers and feeling the warm hardness of his cock.
“That’s nice,” Lulu said, nodding towards him. “But I was asking about the reciprocation you promised.”
Zeke felt a spark of nervousness. Exposing himself to the young woman on the other end of the computer seemed like a good idea a minute ago. Now, he wasn’t so sure. What if she didn’t like what she saw? What if she was recording the whole thing to post on some website? Another thought struck him. Why wasn’t he recording this whole thing to post on some website?
The answer to that question was simple enough. He had no idea how to make the stupid computer record the video feed.
“Helloo?” Lulu snapped her fingers at Zeke, drawing him out of his thoughts. “What’s taking so long?”
Zeke sighed, steeling his nerves. “Alright, alright,” he said. He lifted himself from the seat and pushed his boxers down. “There.”
“There what?” Lulu said, mildly annoyed as she squinted into the camera. “I can’t see anything. You’re sitting too close to the webcam. Scoot back.”
Zeke scooted back. With Lulu’s image filling the screen, he couldn’t see his own, but he saw her eyes shift down. She grinned. “Not bad for a skinny white boy.”
“Shut up,” Zeke snapped, although there wasn’t much force in the words. As he scooted back, so had Lulu. She lifted her legs and rested her feet on the edge of her desk, giving him an unobstructed view of her pussy. “A couple minutes ago, I thought you were a skinny white boy.”
“And what do you think now?” Lulu asked seductively. Her hand moved between her legs, pushing her cunt lips apart.
Zeke’s fingers wrapped around his dick and pumped slowly. He was having trouble coming up with an answer to her question, too focused on watching her. Lulu moaned as she rubbed her clit. Zeke’s hand moved faster against his cock. Lulu reached up to cup one of her small breasts, tweaking her pierced nipple. Zeke imagined it was his hand on her breast. He could almost feel the soft warmth of her tit contrasted against the coolness of the metal barbell through her nipple.
Lulu’s question remained unanswered as they both focused on pleasuring themselves. Their eyes focused on their monitors, watching the other masturbate. Their breathing grew heavier. Their hips jutted up from their chairs in mock fucking motions.
“Keep it together, white boy,” Lulu hissed as she pumped two fingers into her wet cunt. “I want you to cum with me. Alright?”
Zeke nodded. Sweat dripped into his eye and he cursed at the sting. His jaw clenched as he pumped his dick faster. He hoped she was getting close, because he didn’t know how much longer he could last.
“I’m close,” Lulu told him, her voice husky. Her thumb stroked against her clit, rubbing back and forth against the little nub. Her face scrunched up and she let out a soft whimper. “Oh, I’m so close. Get ready.”
Zeke was ready. He’d been ready. He wanted to scream at her that if he was any more ready, he’d be done. Still, he held on, waiting for Lulu’s cue.
Lulu’s back arched. She inhaled deeply. Her eyes fluttered into the back of her head. “I’m cumming!” she shrieked.
And not a moment too soon. Zeke grunted and let himself go. He felt his hot cum splatter against his stomach, shooting a messy line up his midsection. He groaned as the pleasure washed over him. On the monitor, Lulu writhed in her own ecstasy, her inner thighs glistening with sweat and cum.
As their climaxes subsided, they each slumped back into their seats. Lulu wiped sweat from her brow. “That was fucking awesome. Same time tomorrow night?”
Zeke cursed. I so need a fucking computer…
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Indy McDaniel lives in Florida and has been writing stories since he figured out how to scrawl letters onto dead trees. He’s been featured in such anthologies as ‘Fem-Fangs’, ‘Leather, Denim & Silver’, ‘How the West Was Wicked’, and ‘Sinisterotica’. If you’re interested in reading more of his erotic works, check out http://deathstalker.libriserotica.com/. His Twitter handle is @steelcorpfilms.
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Good technological lust write. Good end-line.
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