I once asked Penny if she had insecurities about her breasts, she told me that she's never insecure about anything. She doesn't care what people think and she accepts things the way they are. That's how she operates, without a burden on her mind.
The breasts are her most distinct feature. They're cone-shaped, also called tubular in medical terms, curving at the base before protruding forward. Like half-moons. One is noticeably larger than the other. Penny's skin is milk-white and her nipples are a light shade of pink. When I first saw them, I was intrigued by how unique they look, but also incredibly aroused. I think about her breasts often, wanting to admire them, to gaze at the shape and nipples, and to suck on them.
Right now it's Spring semester in 2016 and we're students at a religious college. This isn't a party school by any means. It's a place where people can get a legitimate education, but also, to learn about theology along the way.
Penny is my first sexual partner and she got me into the world of online webcams. It's something we do in her dorm when her roommate is out. No faces, though occasionally we mess up. She offers to split the small revenue with me but I always decline. Whatever she makes, she gives most to charity -- it's not about profit for her either.
The bio on our profile reads: You're curious about us? Hmm... we have a high sense of humor, we like to have fun, play games and seduce you. Once you join us, you'll realize your life was empty before and only we can fill that void. We love exploring our sexuality and chatting with nice people.
She wrote all that.
With her unique boobs and my squirting abilities, we've developed quite the loyal following. That's another thing I should mention, my ability to make a mess when stimulated right. I've managed to do it a few times in my previous life, but with Penny, it's effortless. She was born with a magic touch.
After calculus class ends the professor pulls me aside and tells me to head to the administrator's office. Unlike normal colleges, places like this are tight-knit, with teachers and administrators working in unison. Since the number of students is small, they keep a close watch on everyone. It's normal to be called for sit-downs.
Once the Dean of Student Affairs is informed that I'm waiting outside her office, Dean Hawthorne tells me to come inside. I sit across from her desk and she clasps her hands together. We start with basic formalities, then she drops the bomb.
"I'd like to show you something, okay?" she says. "This may be startling, but please remain calm and we can discuss this after."
"Yes, of course."
She types on the keyboard and I'm assuming my grades fell off this semester. Her keystrokes are like drum beats in the otherwise silent office and her facial expressions are hard to pin down.
Hawthorne turns the screen so that it faces me.
And there they are.
Penny's boobs in all their glory. I can recognize them in a split second, those curves, those puffy pink nipples, one boob larger than the other. It's a recording of a stream we did last month, I remember because the hair which hangs over her breasts had blonde and red streaks.
When my fingers come into frame, I look away because I know we're busted (Penny and I) and Hawthorne shows mercy by turning the screen. I'm frozen. Utterly frozen. There's a churning sensation in the pit of my stomach and I might have to use the bathroom.
"You're not in trouble," she says.
"I'm not going to be expelled? Are my parents going to find out?"
"That's what I'd like to talk to you about."
"Wait... hold on... how exactly did you know about this?"
"The university can track your online activity. Penny was flagged for visiting pornographic websites. The truth is, many students secretly view porn. But her frequent visit to a webcam site was brought to my attention, I monitored the website, this is what I discovered."
"We never showed our faces though."
"The age range. The dorm room. The hair styles. I'm good at my job, basically."
Hawthorne pauses to give me time to process this. In all her years of doing this, I'm sure she recognizes anxiety when she sees it. I'm not quite at that level of distress, but I'm pretty close. We're staring at each other and I must look like a fool.
"Will my parents find out?" I ask.
"Hopefully we can avoid that. Believe me, the last thing we want is a public scandal. It'll crush enrollment. Perhaps we can find a compromise?"
"I'll do anything."
"Are you able to keep a secret?" she asks.
"If it means that Penny and I won't get in trouble, then yeah, of course."
"Those videos. Did you urinate? Or was that really squirt?"
I take a deep gulp. "That's my squirt. Exactly as we advertised."
The slight sucking of breath, the widening eyes, the leaning back, it takes a moment to realize why Hawthorne showed me this video, and why I won't be punished. On the internet, our paying audience is men, but apparently older women like this, too.
"You're gifted," she says.
"I am?"
"Yes, you are. Maybe you haven't accepted it yet."
"I'm sorry, what's going on here?"
"What you're doing is frowned upon by this institution. Your webcam activities must cease immediately. However, some of us feel you have a gift. A divine gift. You should be proud of your blessings. And maybe that can be a catalyst for positive change."
The look of compassion she gives throws me off guard. But it's more than that. Envy? Arousal? Hawthorne is going through a kaleidoscope of emotions, and when she takes a breath and nibbles her lower lip, I know my life is about to change, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that.
