I hang up, staring at the ceiling for a moment. The idea is real now. Not just fantasy. Not just a cute quirk. It’s happening.
I re-open my Notes app again and scroll to the draft I started yesterday. My fingers hover over the keyboard.
Let’s give them something to scream about.
Chapter Six
EVEREST
I dropdown on my bed, exhausted from the day and it’s only one in the afternoon. The gym was crazy, especially since I had to be there at four am for opening then a lab that lasted from nine until noon. I would’ve still been in class if the professor hadn’t sent a message canceling due to being sick. Instead he gave us an assignment that will count as extra credit for our next test if we want to do it.
Fuck yeah I do. Extra points is the difference between an A or a B, or for some, passing or failing.
I’ve just kicked my shoes off and made the decision to take a much needed nap when my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s positioned right against my dick and fuck, if that’s what it feels like for a woman, holy hell.
Pulling my phone from my pocket I see it’s a notification from the BTL site.CottonCandyKisses is Live.
There’s no hesitation on my part; I quickly click the link, hating that I’m on my phone and not my laptop. The feed buffers for a few seconds and then there she is— Candy, herself. She’s on the bed, sitting back on her calves, her knees spread wide as sheplays with her clit like it’s the most casual thing in the world and there aren’t people watching.
I scoot up in the bed, then fumble with my pants as I undo them, pulling out my cock. At this point I don’t even care if Tanner bursts in and catches me rubbing one out. Reaching over to my night stand, I open the drawer and take out the lotion. I set the phone down long enough to squirt a little in my hand and grip my cock.
“So... the site’s doing a calendar event, twelve stars, twelve months. Each one of us is picking a different holiday to shoot a video for as well.” She bites her lip and lets out a little moan, never missing a beat as she rubs little circles on her clit.
How the hell she expects anyone to pay attention to any of the words coming out of her mouth when her pussy’s glistening with her juices is beyond me. My tongue drags across my lower lip as I envision tasting her sweet little cunt.
“I got December. Can anyone guess what holiday I picked?”
She just had to ask and the chat erupts with responses.
JuicyFruitSlut: Christmas. Are you going to be wrapped up in lights?
DaddyVibes: Nah that's too cliche for Candy. She’d be something else.
SweetNStabby: I’m already googling holidays.
I grip my cock tighter as Candy moans, taking pure delight in our anticipation of her holiday. More answers pop up in the chat, but I’m not focused on them, my eyes are on her. She has my undivided attention. If I was on my laptop I may have tried to give an answer, but I’m not, so I’ll be a good boy and wait patiently.
“Christmas is too overrated for me. And no one’s picked it.” She gives a playful pout. “Should I put you out of your misery and just tell you?”
She lifts her free hand to her mouth, sucking on the tip of her finger, coyly. “Alright. You have been good little boys and girls.” Candy winks.
My strokes quicken imagining me kneeling on the floor in front of her as she praises me. Fuck, do I have a kink? A praise kink. My head falls back for a second and I have to slow my pace, thinking of anything but Candy so I don’t blow my load. Not yet anyway. Not until she comes. When I’ve finally got myself under control I look back at the screen.
“I picked Cotton Candy Day,” she says, laughing. “Cause like, duh. Look at me.” She laughs, but there’s a half-second where something shifts. It’s tiny, just a hitch in her smile, a breath she takes like she’s bracing for something, but I catch it. Her hand stills on her thigh before she moves again, slower this time, like she’s choosing her next words carefully. It’s the first time she doesn’t look completely untouchable.
“And...” she gasps, “I’m doing something special. I’m gonna pick one subscriber at random... to film with me.”
My heart stops. Is she for real? How? Who? Is it even safe for her to do that? My heart begins to race with rage, thinking of her being with someone. Especially when I want to be that person. But I know it’s a long shot. She probably has someone already in mind. No way would she just pick some random person she’s never met.
“We’ll talk about the details privately, but you’ll have to pass a background check. Full STD panel too. Gotta be safe, Sugars. And, you gotta be okay being on camera... and open to some public fun.”
Candy tips her back, her hand moving faster, and lets out this low, broken sound that’s basically my personal death sentence.
“I’m not giving itallaway yet... but that’s your hint. The link’s dropping,” her voice gets raspy as she continues to speak, rising an octave, “if you wanna enter. Best of luck, Sugars.”
And then she cums. Hard. No, shesquirts.All over her hand, the bed — fuck. Then her stream ends.
I completely lose it. My brain can’t even think straight. My cock twitches in my hand, mad that Candy’s gone and craving its own release. I search through her videos and find one she posted last week that I haven’t watched yet and press play.
