The stage was dark. Two lines of five computers were the only glow on the stage. Then heavy rock music began and all the lights shown down and announcers starting calling out names of the two teams. First the team B.Justice Gaming was announced and five men in matching jerseys came out to raucous applause and sat down affixing noise canceling headsets on. The Queens of Love were next as five women in purple and black jerseys with matching black jeans entered on the stage met with applause and screams. They were all relatively short, cute with hair up in ponytails or long enough to touch their shoulders and dead set on their screens. The logo on the large TV in between the teams had, "Blood of Heroes" on it. And each team took turns picking heroes, fought for almost an hour and in the end QoL emerged victorious.
Off stage watching the QoL, stood an older man in his mid-thirties with a matching jersey. When the team won the game they jumped up and hugged each other as he clapped loudly. The girls received their prize and walked off stage in his direction.
Jon
"Fantastic plays ladies!" These talented women had all come so far in their abilities and careers and this was a huge milestone for all of us. I've known them for months for some for years for others. The last was one of my best players. Lara had developed in every aspect of professional gaming since I had asked her to join QoL. She had black hair that fell messily into bangs and was attempted to be controlled into a ponytail in the back and she was our senior member now. Her jersey fit tight even though she took the smallest size we had and filled it out in a way I felt embarrassed to notice. Her boobs were a size just smaller than perfect and her waist curved in ways that made you shamed to follow all the way down. As she approached me she jumped at me screaming. I instantly propped my forearm under her ass to help her lift up and stay close to me, but it was inappropriate in hindsight. But they were all screaming and jumping and nobody seemed to care. It was a curse and a secret blessing to have such beautiful women jumping on and around me. Several times I got kisses on my cheek which earnestly made me feel embarrassed. And after a big group hug we moved on to admire our new trophy.
"Great moves out their everyone. I loved that gold management, I could tell you knew you were about to die, Mia."
"Yeah, but you know they were hounding me all game." Mia was the tallest of the girls which still fell short of my stature. Everyone was talking over each other. I quieted everyone to let Lara speak up.
"I just wanted to say congrats to everyone. We pulled together and made all of our hard work pay off and I have only all of you to thank."
Lara said as she held the trophy up and we all applauded. We all hugged again and against all logic her hand and mine fell together in a clasp for longer than what would be considered normal. I felt a wave of heat and excitement and nervousness and as quickly as it happened it faded away. As we left she looked at me and gave a little wink. As they all walked out Mia stayed behind until we were alone.
"Hey coach." She always called me coach. It was an affectionate name I had come to love. "You know there's something about Lara." I could only give her a quizzical look; what could she be talking about? "She makes some money on the side. I know because I saw her on LiveWire a couple days ago. She does webcam shows for guys on the internet." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I assumed she would never do something so bold but it seemed within the realm of possibility. This girl I had always had some feelings for was showing herself naked to the world, for a price, and I had only been imagining it.
"Well." I stammered, "That's okay." I was taking too long to answer, I must've been bright red," There's no sti-uh.. stipulation in her contract that says she can't make outside money." I was feeling a gamut of emotions and Mia could read it all.
"Well don't get your panties all in a bunch!" She said laughing. "I'm sure she feels the same way about you. I've seen you two making eye contact and all that! OOOooooo!" She did a little wink and couple nudges against me but I was dead paralyzed. "Anyways, check out LizzieStar. I think you'll get a big kick." And with that she gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out to join her friends.
The girls lived in a gaming house a few miles away while I lived in a single apartment not too far from there. They rode together while I rode alone thinking about the kinds of things she would be doing for other men and the possibilities were terrifyingly endless. I wanted her to have a happy rich life and I knew I couldn't get jealous. I had to force myself not to get jealous and only stay happy for her. I couldn't help but think, on the other hand, that I wanted to be the only one she did those things for. I wanted to be her only audience as she tried out underwear I had bought for her or to be the only recipient to a sexy strip tease in our room together, hidden from the world. I was getting extremely horny and even more hard. I had to watch this stream and figure out what was going on and figure out my feelings once and for all.
Unlocking the door to my silent apartment I raced to my computer to check out LiveWire and search for LizzieStar. She was there but her camera was offline. She had 4.7k followers and was last online about 20hrs. ago. I switched onto Twitch and saw she was offline there too. But her steam account was online and idle. After about 40mins. She started streaming Blood of Heroes on Twitch and I was enthralled. I had seen her stream many times, and even touched myself to her a few shameful times. But never before did I feel something so much more powerful watching her. I began seriously considering what it would be like if we lived together, had sex together, grew old and had children together. It was such an exciting thought I almost couldn't hold back masturbating to her as she laughed in her cute way with those big round eyes and knowing smile that seemed to be just for me. She had an endearing way she did anything. Her eyes showed laughter lines whenever she smiled which I loved. And her eyes had coquettish and flirty way they moved naturally while she talked. I could tell all the guys were smitten over her. I knew everyone felt as special to her as I did whenever she talked to me. For about two hours I left her stream on while I ate and relaxed until she said her goodbyes to all her followers and signed off.
In a few minutes she was on her LiveWire and I was ecstatic! At first it was just her room and her bed in the middle with music playing that came through a little garbled. But in a moment she came out in a night robe with her hair wet and down to her shoulders. I was suddenly aware of how intently I was staring at her and how she seemed to be looking back at me. At first she didn't say anything. I checked the chatroom and I was the only person watching! My user name was Jon.user84 which was a HUGE mistake since J was my first name and 84 was the year I was born!
"Hey Jon user 84, You're new, welcome! How did you find this stream?" She trailed off as if she was a little confused. Here she was talking directly to me and I was stunned! Her night robe was silky and had the smallest straps over her bare shoulders. She was brushing her hair as she waited. I could never live being so shady in anything related to her.
"I heard from your friend." I typed. Oh SHIT. "MY friend." And I exited the room.
After worrying enough, I went back to the chatroom. I couldn't lie to her but at least I could be hidden among the list of active users. She was sitting cross-legged in such an inviting and relaxed position. The edges of her panties just barely hidden by her white robe leaving much to the imagination. She was talking to people in the chat about how cats are dicks and dogs are goofy. Everyone was being respectful which I was glad to see. I couldn't bear to imagine pervs telling her to fuck them and then calling her a bitch. She had a mask out and she put on for a user. And she held white panties with a red lace trim she received from an admirer she promised to display during private showings. I couldn't pay to see her naked. It felt so wrong. I'd never be able to live with myself even if we ended up together which in the moment sounded so far fetched and silly.
Her voice cut through my thoughts, "Not really anyone. There's one, he's older." I snapped to attention. What were they talking about? I had to search the chat to find the question, "Do you have anyone in your life you'd fuck?" Could she be talking about me!? There really wasn't a guy in her life that I knew about, especially an older man. What should I do!? I thought about driving over but then a better thought entered my mind. I took out my phone and texted her.
"Hey what are you up to?"
