XLVI: Am Not!
Blake
Blake walked out into the crisp winter air with a smile on her face. Not only did the cold help dull her pussy's insistence that she run back into that basement and jump on Liam's big hard cock, but she'd said what she needed to say, and Liam hadn't rejected her. He hadn't even given her any pushback once she'd explained her reasoning.
She was also glad to know that he had a more forward side in him--that would work out very nicely. As she walked, Blake wiggled her hips a bit. She could still feel his hand hitting her ass. That...Blake shivered. She wondered how long it would be before she felt comfortable telling Liam about the effect that had on her.
For some reason, that thought sent an icy spike of fear through Blake. A lump formed in her throat.
What if he rejects me? What if after seeing what I do, he can't get past it or deal with it the way he would need to for us to be together? Or what if he accepts that only to be unable to accept what I like in bed sometimes?
Swallowing hard, Blake flipped to Chloe's contact on her phone and dialed, securing her earbuds.
"Hey girl," Chloe answered, "You gonna tell me what's going on? From your earlier text I'm guessing either Liam broke up with Marie and it didn't go well, or you just said, 'fuck it' and jumped him and Marie found out."
"First one," Blake said, Chloe's humor making her feel a bit less panicky.
Chloe chuckled, "I knew it. Congrats, Blake."
Blake frowned, unable to share in her friend's excitement at the moment, "Chlo, did I do the right thing? I just talked to Liam and told him I want to wait before we do anything so he can make sure that he's okay with me being a camgirl since I'm not just a friend anymore. He thought it was a good idea, but--but what if he ends up rejecting me?"
Chloe was silent for a moment over the phone, and Blake could picture her friend thinking.
"Okay," Chloe said, Blake could hear the sigh in her voice, "First off, if he
does
reject you, then it's a good thing that you did this now rather than later, and I'm pretty sure that you know that and that's why you told him that. If that does happen, it'll suck, but you'll get over it. You're a strong girl, and you have me to help you out. Second, Liam is not going to reject you. All I had to do was say your name to him last time I was over, and I could tell how much he cares about you. That boy is a fucking unicorn. If he thinks he's going to have a hard time with you being a camgirl, he'll figure out a way to deal with it. That's the vibe I got from him, at least. Either way, I think you should make the most of your non-romantic time with him. If he can't handle you being a camgirl, then at least you'll have had some good memories with him. If he can, they you two will be disgustingly cute together. Though I doubt you two will actually be able to keep your hands off each other to make that happen. I could hear that desperate, sexual frustration in your voice."
Blake narrowed her eyes. She could hear Chloe's smirk over the phone.
"Ugh, first Liam, then you. What is up with you people, today?"
"Speaking of Liam," Chloe said, sounding amused, "Did you tell him you want him? Or did you tell him how you really feel?"
Blake stumbled, barely catching herself, "What do you mean."
Chloe laughed, "I mean, did you tell him that you're head over heels in love with him."
Blake felt her cheeks grow red.
"Am not," she protested.
"Would you give up camming for him if he asked you to? If you didn't need the money."
Blake hesitated, "Of course, not. Not unless I actually wanted to."
Chloe didn't respond immediately.
"Shit," she said finally, "I knew you were in love with the boy, but I didn't know you had it that bad."
"Am not, and I don't," Blake grated.
"Uh huh," Chloe said, her sarcasm dripping out of the speaker, "You keep thinking that."
Blake growled into the mic, but Chloe just laughed.
"I'm pretty sure everything is going to be fine, Blake," Chloe said, "Just be patient, and be careful around Marie. Don't know how you plan on managing that, but you know you're welcome to crash at my place if you need to."
Blake smiled, "Thanks, Chlo. And I'm--fuck, I don't know what I'm gonna do long term, but I'm working on it."
"Let me know if you need any help."
"You're the best."
As the call ended, music starting up again in her earbuds, Blake quickened her step as her apartment building came in sight. The cold may have done a bit to quell her pussy's insistent demands, but she was still wet and horny.
And it was fucking cold.
***
Blake shed all of her bulky winter clothing the moment she was back in her room, door locked. Her jacket and scarf fell to the floor, boots already kicked off by the door to the apartment. She tossed her beanie onto her bed and peeled off her leggings and panties, eyes widening at how wet she'd gotten. She was normally pretty wet by default--just the way her pussy worked--but Blake's interactions had made a mess of her panties. Thinking about what had made her that wet just reminded Blake of how hungry her pussy was. She made to crawl into bed and go ham on her pussy, but hesitated.
There's nothing holding me back from Liam now. Nothing but my own rules, at least. So, I don't have to feel bad about fantasizing about him anymore.
Blake had thought about Liam pretty frequently when masturbating since telling him how she felt, but that wasn't the same as fantasizing about him. She supposed most people wouldn't see much a difference, but to her, there was.
Clad in just her cozy sweater and the warm, wool socks she'd worn under her boots, Blake walked over to plug in the string of lights she kept hung up in her room. Blake smiled at the dim, cool lighting they gave off. It made the room feel more intimate. Blake lit a few scented candles that went well together, then grabbed one of her good-sized dildos, some lube, and one of her smaller buttplugs before climbing onto her bed. She sucked on the metal plug to warm it up a bit, then lubed it up and brought it down between her legs, angling her hips up so that she wouldn't be as likely to get any lube on the sheets.
Blake shivered as the slick metal brushed against the sensitive skin around her asshole. She didn't go right in, instead drawing little circles around the ring of muscles with the plug's tip, sliding the bulb up and down over her opening as it started to relax. When she did finally angle the plug with the tip toward her, a gentle nudge was all it took for the plug to slide in enough that Blake's ass did the rest, pulling the plug inside and sealing around the thin shaft, base coming to rest against the outside.
Blake gasped at the sensation, lips curling in a satisfied smile. She loved having something inside her, but there was a different sense of...fullness that her ass gave her. Blake knew that she probably liked the sensation more than she should, but she'd stopped caring a while back. Despite what she often told herself--that she wore buttplugs so often to keep her asshole used to having something inside it and she would always be prepared for anal in her shows--Blake would have worn a plug just as often even if she didn't cam. She just loved that feeling.
Blake tapped a finger against the plug's base, shivers spreading out under her skin at the sensations, then placed her dildo within easy reach and gathered up all the covers around her for maximum coziness. Once she deemed herself sufficiently snuggled up, Blake slipped her earbuds back into place and grabbed her phone, opening up the forum of audio files she'd listened to what seemed like forever ago.
Blake hesitated before scrolling through the different posts. With how much her arousal affected her mind in addition to some...tendencies she had; this kind of thing had always resulted in some intense experiences. After the last one she'd had thinking about Liam and how different her life could have been, Blake had avoided listening to anything like that. She didn't trust herself to do so without experiencing something that intense.
Now that she didn't have any reason to feel...Blake sighed,
Well, probably better not to think about that.
Blake scrolled through the posts, checking out a few different ones before settling on one that looked like it would be fun, but not too out there for her current mood. She turned on the audio and closed her eyes, clearing her mind. One hand wandered down between her legs and the other took hold of her dildo.
***
Blake peered around the corner into the main room, leaning against the doorframe. A smile tugged at her lips as her gaze settled on Liam as teased music from the keys of their piano. The soft, yet passionate melody was what had drawn her out of bed so early, waking her with a tingling sensation that seemed to spiderweb through her, just under her skin. The dreams it had caused just before she'd woken up...well, even without those, she'd be as wet as she was now. Liam's playing had that effect on her.
Taking careful steps on silent feet, Blake crossed the carpeted floor to the corner of the room where the piano stood against the wall. She wore nothing save the blue silk thigh-high stockings she'd worn to bed. Once behind Liam, Blake took a moment to gaze at him. She drank in the short-cropped brown-blonde hair that changed shades with how often he went out in the sun, muscles of his back and arms, pussy growing even wetter as she remembered how wonderful it felt to be encircled by those strong arms. As Blake's gaze traveled downward, she grinned. Even in the loose pajama pants he wore, his ass caught her attention, standing out even in competition with his bare torso.
No longer able to hold herself back, Blake reached out and touched Liam, feeling the warm hardness of his shoulders under her fingertips. She felt him shiver at her touch, which only added to the heat between her legs.
"Morning," he said. Blake could hear the smile in his voice.
She returned it, even though he couldn't see, and lowered her head to kiss his neck, "Good morning."
He didn't stop playing, but Blake caught the slightly longer pause as he transitioned from chord to chord. Looking over his shoulder, she saw that he did have music on the stand, though she couldn't yet read music well enough to know if he was playing that or simply something he'd memorized. She paused for a moment to listen to the music, fingers running back and forth over his shoulders.
"Do I know this?" She asked, leaning in closer to him, "It sounds familiar." She thought for a moment, "Whitacre?"
"You're getting better," he said.
Blake beamed at the pride in his voice.
