She stuck out her tongue, skipped to my bed, and flopped down with a bounce. Her pink and green dress… barely reaching mid-thigh, billowed around her like a frosting swirl. The delicatestraps of her apron did little to conceal what was clearly a strategic wardrobe choice for her baking stream later.
Bread making?!
Each punch of the dough, and her boobs would be bobbling bibbilying as an old-school male romance author would type.
Harlow wiggled her toes. “Sanctuary of darkness, I like it. I have always been attracted to dark, spooky stuff, but I like my pink. It’s kinda funny how we are besties being so opposite. It’s kinda like I am the orange cat and you’re the black one,” she snickered.
I hummed and put the black, devil-horned headset on, leaving one cup off my ear so I could hear her.
Harlow and I had quickly become friends when I accidentally followed her one lonely evening while I was sick. She saw I had popped on, saw my username and screamed loudly into the mic, her bouncing bobbily boobs went haywire, and she got a great payday.
Harlow had watched me for a couple of years, and I never knew.
I’m usually playing the game, commenting on the graphics, the commentary of what the characters say, and the spicy shit. Sure, I’d talk to some viewers, but I must have never seen her there.
It’s been the best friendship ever since.
When the lease was coming due on my apartment, I wanted to move somewhere else. I was over the big city. It was loud, and there was only so much makeup and filters to hide the circles under my eyes.
When I told Harlow, she jumped on it and demanded that I move in with her. She had just bought a townhome in Arcana Falls a couple of months prior. The town was tiny, but the forest around it was huge.
Small, quiet town, high-speed internet, creepy forest, strange ordinances and bylaws that make no sense?
Hell, sign me up. I’m down for the nonsense.
“I best be going. How late are you staying up?” Harlow jumped off the bed and sashayed toward the door. Her makeup was mostly neutral, except for the big fake eyelashes that made her blue eyes pop. The sandy-blonde hair complemented the colors she always wore and the golden tan she rocked.
While I was the opposite.
I clicked on the mouse twice and pulled up my calendar. “Maybe two. The time zone here is different, and I have a raid starting at eleven.”
Harlow bit her lower lip. “Is that one guy gonna be on? TeaBagTitan?”
I rolled my eyes and spun my chair around. “Are you serious? That idiot?”
“Hey! He might be an idiot, but he's pretty to look at!”
I huffed and rolled my chair back around. “The only reason why he has followers is that he IS pretty to look at. He has no skill, but plays without a shirt. I bet his private chats aren’t talking about gaming; it’s about his joystick.”
Harlow giggled.
Fuck. “I didn’t mean it like that!” I turned my chair around. “I mean, people can do what they want. I’m just saying people like him for other things, not his games.”
Harlow waved a dismissive hand. "I keep it PG-13 on my channel." She adjusted her top with a little bounce. "Some creators monetize their bodies, and good for them. I stick to suggestive baking, it makes it fun,” her voice dropped to a theatrical whisper. "Like, I might lick some buttercream off my finger." Her eyes sparkled with playful mischief. "But hey, my pastries, recipes, fun ramblings, sell themselves."
And her food was tasty. She would package them up and sell them to her fans. All because she touched them.
Hell, she should spit in them and charge more.
“Kay, gonna be late. Tootles. Don’t forget to ahem…” She pointed to my black zippered hoodie.
Right, right.
I lowered it a little to show off the girls because, let’s face it…they were great to look at. I may have gotten my avatar’s hand bit off once from not paying attention while I admired them.
Because these girls were huge.
A traitorous beam of sunlight sliced through my blackout curtains the next day, stabbing directly into my eyelids and dragging me from sleep far too late in the morning.
