This is the first installment of a series I'm calling "The Webcam Diaries". With a favorable response, I will continue to write more episodes.
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"Hold on, let me hook it up."
Misty dug into her box of computer parts looking for her webcam. In the box was a multitude of loose cords and headphone wires.
"How long has it been since you used it last?" Mark asked through her computer speakers.
"Hold on," her distant sounding reply sounded muffled to him as she called out from below the desk. "Here we go," she grunted, sitting back up in her chair.
The picture on his monitor came to life, the image looked all over her room and finally came to rest as she adjusted her cam's aim. Her eyes darted back and forth while she focused and centered her image.
Misty's shoulder length brown hair did nothing to hide her exposed bra strap. All her reaching and digging had set her shirt lopsided, the strap of her black sports bra left in view while her loose bedroom shirt sagged down the side of her arm.
Mark's eyebrow rose as his mind connected the dots as to what that sports bra held. He'd always wondered what they looked like. All he knew is they were huge.
"I see that smirk," Misty prodded.
Mark could only laugh as he'd been busted.
Then Misty's roommate Sandy ducked her head into the picture and waved. Misty and Sandy lived together while they both attended college full time. Even though they both had their own rooms, and plenty of open area in their place, they shared everything. Mostly spending all their free time in the same room. Tonight, it was Misty's room.
"Hey Sanders," Mark smiled as he waved back.
"How you doing honey?" she asked.
"I'm good," he replied, "how about you?"
"I'm drinking man!" she responded, raising her cup into view with a smile then a chug.
"Me too!" Misty did the same.
"I wish I was," Mark chuckled sarcastically after listening to their playful cheers.
"Well if you were here, you would be!" Sandy growled out as she took another swig and ducked out of the picture.
"She's such a wild child," Mark joked.
"Imagine living with her!" Misty laughed.
They got down to business, discussing their assignment. Over the next half-hour, they traded facts, ideas, and parameters on their paper. The whole time, Mark was stealing glances at Misty's bust line. Her assets were substantial, and her loose shirt/sports bra combo was tantalizing him. Her breasts sat perfectly like basketballs in her top. Misty was the epitome of a big beautiful woman.
"Hang on a second," Misty interrupted him and slid out of view. Returning a second later to view without her loose lounging shirt. Just the sports bra clad her upper body. "Sorry, its getting warm in here."
"That's okay," Mark said with a grin.
Noticing his deviant grin, she reminded him to keep his head in the game and they continued. Of course his mind wandered more than ever, and Sandy kept refilling her drink.
A little more discussion passed and Sandy's head peeked back into view. Her speech was slurred as she gave a raspberry to the camera with her eyes crossed. She disappeared and pulled a chair up next to Misty. Sandy was also down to a loose shirt, but as she bent over to sit, her shirt exposed her lack of a bra. Mark got to see her medium sized mounds hang from her small frame momentarily.
"So what are you two talking about here," Sandy mused as she pretended to peruse the textbook.
"I think I've taken in as much as I can tonight," Misty sighed, the assignment bored her and being Friday night she wasn't going to waste it nose-deep in a book.
"Good," Sandy slurred with a cheering tone, "we need to let loose! Have a little fun, woo!"
