“Was it how to actually study?” I ask him, heading over to the mini fridge to get my prized Cherry Pepsi.
“Ha, ha. Funny. You should be a damn comedian. No, that’s not it at all.” He sets the laptop down on his bed then swings his legs off it, placing his feet on the floor. It’s then I notice he still had his shoes on and a shiver of disgust runs down my spine.
“Seriously?” I gesture toward his feet and he just waves me off.
“It’s not your bed, so don’t worry about it.” He stands up, stretching his arm out to open the box and snag a piece of cheesy goodness for himself.
“Hey, want a slice?” I ask annoyingly, causing Tanner to just smirk as he takes a huge bite, cheese trailing from the slice of pie to his mouth.
All I can do is shake my head. Tanner has been my best friend since kindergarten. I was the new kid at school and he came up to me on the playground, giving me a lollipop proclaiming that he was my best friend and we needed to go build a fort.
What can I say, forts were my thing as a kid.
“What’s got you so excited?” I ask, sitting down on the bed, twisting off the top of the soda and taking a drink.
“Dude, so some of the guys were talking about this website and I couldn’t help but look it up.” He takes another bite, then starts talking while he’s chewing, causing some of his words to be jumbled and pieces of dough to fall out.Gross!“Holy hell, the spiral I’ve taken down the rabbit hole it provided.”
I sit there, waiting for him to tell me more, because from what I’ve heard, I see no reason for him to be so excited. Unless it’s about snakes. Tanner has a weird obsession with snakes. Makes me think about that guy, Rob, fromLove Islandand how my baby sister, Aspen, was all gaga over him.
“And what rabbit hole is that?” I ask, slipping out of my shoes and pulling my legs up on the bed, crossing them. I reach out to the box and finally pull out my own slice of pizza.
“Behind the Lens.” Three words and he says them like they should mean something to me. Which they don’t.
My eyes go wide as I glare at him, waiting for him to elaborate. He doesn’t. Not right away.
“And?” I wave my hand at him, waiting for the punch line.
“It’s this…well, it’s basically a live porn cam site. I stumbled across this one account and fuck me, I had to subscribe.”
“You’re paying for porn. Can’t you like, I don’t know, watch it for free, or hey, here’s a better idea, just go find a live woman to have sex with.”
Tanner rolls his eyes, but doesn’t skip a beat. “Dude, nothing compares to this chick. She has blue hair and fucks a tentacle. And that’s not all, she fucks other girls too. Apparently she does it like once a week.”
Lesbian sex, can’t say it isn’t intriguing. But, I still wouldn’t pay for it. Not when you can get it for free on so many other websites.
“What makes it worth paying for?” I ask him again.
“Because she’s a fucking smoke show. I think it’s her company and she does it for fun. One of the videos I watched earlier has her getting railed by the three fucking dudes. They had her stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey.”
He stuffs the last bite of his pizza in his mouth, wiping his hands on his pants. “You should check it out.” He stands up. “When I signed up they gave me a promo code to share. LENSLOVE gives you the first month half off for whoever you subscribe to. You can check out some of the people for free, but it’s limited to what you can watch.”
“Okay,” I tell him, but not committing to checking out the site.
“Enjoy, man, I’ll be out for a while.” He gives me a wink. “Ellie wants me to come over and help her ‘study.’” He makes little quotation marks in the air when he says study. Why he needs a site to look at porn when he legitimately has a booty call on standby is beyond me.
I eat two more slices, before I’m finally full and find a tupperware dish I still had from when Mom sent me home with some leftovers one weekend and put the final couple of slices in it. Once I’ve broken the box down and placed it in the trash, I sit back on my bed, propping my back against the headboard and turn on the television, blindly flicking through the channels. Nothing is catching my attention. All I can think about now is that fucking porn site Tanner rambled about.
I let out a groan of frustration, get my laptop out of my backpack and sit back down on the bed.
“Let me just show him this shit is pointless,” I mumble under my breath. Logging into the site, the first thing that pops up is a blue-haired woman. It has to be the one Tanner’s obsessing over. I’ll give it to him, she’s hot as hell, but not my type.
I click on one of the videos anyway, just so I can honestly tell him I watched and it wasn’t for me. She’s wearing a mask,but takes it off not long into the video, as she reaches out her arm, taking hold of someone’s hand. A small one, female. She moves into frame and my heart drops. She’s fucking gorgeous.CottonCandyKisses.That’s what Lorna calls her. I immediately look her name up and find she has her own channel. Logging into it, I see the cost to subscribe is thirty dollars. That’s a fucking lot just to see more of her, but I do have the coupon code. Without hesitation, I key in my debit card information.
Username. I need a username. I tap my fingers on my laptop before a name hits me.
MountMeEverest.
It’s cheeky and easy for me to remember. Plus, it’s not like anyone would ever think it has someone's real name attached to it and my name is so unusual to begin with. I can thank my parents for all the teasing I got for people making fun of it as a kid, or calling it a girl’s name.
