"Man, why not? You tell me you haven't been laid in six months. You're thinking about hitting on Melinda at Club 400. I know with Melinda you'll get drama. I'm not so sure you'll get laid. You should come with me to Kathleen's. She's really nice and she's really horny. She wants to do some kind of cam-room porn with two guys. And, I guarantee you'll get laid. No strings attached."
We were sitting in the quiet corner of a nearly empty diner. Brad was considering my proposal with just a little uncertainty. What can I say about Brad? I'd call Brad small, dark and handsome. Two out of three is not bad. He has scruffy good looks. His dark hair always looks like it was cut last month. His face always looks like he shaved yesterday or maybe the day before. He has dimples in his cheeks and sparkling blue eyes. He's kind of a gym rat and is well-toned. But he can't be more than five foot six.
Brad bobbled his head and then said, "Oh, alright, I'll do it."
These were the words I had been waiting to hear.
"Good, then smile, she'll want a picture."
I pointed my cell phone at him, snapped a quick picture, added a few words of text and pushed the send button.
***********
Two weeks later, we met at the diner again, and took a little drive. Soon, Brad and I found ourselves on the front porch of Kathleen's suburban home. I rang the bell and waited.
The door was opened by a full-figured redhead wearing a plush, pastel green bathrobe, shiny stockings and high heels which matched. She looked like she might have been thirty-five or, maybe, forty.
"Hello, Bill," she said. "Why don't you and your friend come in."
We stepped in and Kathleen closed the door. I introduced Brad and Kathleen, who smiled politely at each other.
"So, you boys are ready for the cam room?"
"Yes," I said.
"Mm-hmmm," said Brad.
"That's great," Kathleen enthused. "We're going to have a good time and I'm sure we'll please each other. Just remember to go slow, and make a good show, because were trying to really please an audience, too. You know how to go slow and make a show, don't you?" she asked Brad.
"Sure," said Brad.
"Then give me a kiss," she demanded.
Kathleen and Brad locked lips and French kissed for what seemed like half a minute. As they embraced, Kathleen's left hand strayed toward Brad's crotch and groped him randily. When they disengaged, Kathleen looked Brad in the eye, smiled and said to him only, "Ooooh!"
"Well, follow me boys," she continued.
Kathleen led us through a formal living room and an equally severe dining room. We stopped in the kitchen where she half-filled three tumblers with wine and topped them off with something carbonated from the refrigerator.
"Liquid bravery," she said," and a little hydration."
She then took us into a cozy but spacious family room. It was the first room we had seen that looked lived in. There was an overstuffed couch, a pair of comfy reclining chairs, a large television, a wet bar, and a fireplace. Posters decorated the walls. French doors lead to a patio and garden.
Against one wall there was an old-fashioned daybed. Near it stood a desk, holding a computer with a wireless keyboard and a webcam. There were a desk chair and some stools.
"Now remember," she said, "at the front door I am Kathleen, but in the cam room I am Susie Redbush. That's what you call me once the camera goes on. Bill, I guess you are Boo, as always. Bradley, what shall we call you?"
"Um, Brad, I guess."
"No, no, you need an on-screen name. I know. How about, Bad?"
"Sure," Brad replied.
"Okay, boys, you can drop your trousers, take a seat on those stools, sip your drinks and join me on camera when I invite you. But, let me get this party started first. Okay?"
Brad and I nodded our agreement.
"Then it's show time," she said.
Brad and I stripped to t-shirts and shorts. Print knit boxers covered Brad's ass. I wore dark blue bikinis which emphasized my bulge. We sat on stools to one side of the computer enjoying our refreshments while Kathleen - um, I mean, Susie Redbush – tapped on the computer keyboard. First, she navigated to the cam room site. Then, she signed herself on and began 'working the room.'
She greeted the moderator with a kiss emoticon. She said hello to one chat participant. She sent hugs to another. And, she told no one in particular – or more accurately – everyone in general, that Susie Redbush was just very, very horny.
One person responded with a comment about how sorry he was that she was horny. The prevailing mood, however, seemed to be more hopeful than sorrowful. Somebody expressed certainty that Susie's horniness would pass.
"Oh, there's Sir Richard's web cam," Susie remarked at somebody's change of status.
She typed a few words, clicked on an icon and began streaming a small video window to the monitor. A corner of the screen lit up with an image of a middle-aged male torso seated in a desk chair. The torso sported a quite respectable erection and its owner appeared to be administering a slow, skillful and thorough massage to the stiff shaft.
"That's Sir Richard," Susie explained to Brad. "You can find him here three days out of five doing that. He calls his friend Little Dick. He is in Newcastle in the north of England. I watch him sometimes, and he watches me."
"Now, on the other side world, there's Bluebird," Susie continued.
A few more clicks on the mouse opened another video window. A lithe-looking woman in her twenties appeared. She was seated on an exercise mat wearing only blue panties. Her dark black hair featured an unnatural looking electric blue highlight. Her thin frame supported tiny breasts that could not have been more than an A-cup. And, as we watched, she flirted lasciviously with the camera, pouting her lips, pinching her nipples, smoothing her hands over her waist and freely offering close-ups of everything in sight.
"Hi, Bluebird," Susie typed in the message window, receiving a quick keyboard kiss in response.
"She is in Melbourne, but she comes here often," offered Susie. "She claims to be the horniest virgin in Oz."
I had seen her before, and I liked her. Judging by the encouraging comments, other folks in the chat room also liked her. I think Brad did, too, because he felt compelled to adjust the package in his boxer shorts.
"Well, let's get this party started," Susie quipped.
