Love Online(5)

I felt wrong gawking at her, like I was invading her privacy. That didn’t keep me from staring. My dick swelled as I watched her rub her nipples with her fingertips. She started to slowly massage her breasts. My mouth watered.

Et tu, Ryder?

Yes. Fuck yes.

She lay down and continued rubbing her tits. Everything went quiet. Mesmerized, I tilted my head to get a better view. I refused to succumb to the urge to jerk off.

Creeper.

I chuckled at how pathetically entranced I was. I bet she tastes as good as she looks.

Some minutes later, Montana sat up and offered a teasing look at the camera before she pulled her shirt back over her head.

A mix of disappointment and relief hit me. On one hand, I was sorely bummed that my free peep show had ended. On the other hand, I wondered what right I had to be getting off on this anyway. Feeling protective, I was sort of happy she’d finished putting herself on display, even though I was certain she’d done far worse things than that.

I threw in more than the required tokens to request a song.



ScreenGod90: I need to sleep tonight. Can you sing me a lullaby?



She looked at the camera. “You again, ScreenGod?” It was like she was smiling right at me. “Any requests?”

There was that giddy feeling I got whenever she spoke directly to me. What was it about this girl? Or was it me? Was I just fucked-up in the head?



ScreenGod90: I want you to choose.



Montana closed her eyes for several seconds before she started singing a song I didn’t recognize. It was beautiful, though.

When she finished, I typed.



ScreenGod90: What’s the name of that song?



“It’s called “Fly Away” by Poe. It’s close to my heart. Did you like it?”

I wondered what she meant by that, why was it meaningful to her.



ScreenGod90: I loved it. Thank you.



I immediately knew I would be looking it up later.

As she moved on, interacting with the other men, I couldn’t help wondering who this chick really was, how she’d ended up doing the webcam thing. Just based on her taste in music, I figured there was a lot more to her than this.

The cha-ching chimes kept sounding, and I saw that someone had put in enough tokens for a private chat. She apologized to all the other viewers for having to leave temporarily, and the screen went black as she disappeared.

Well, ain’t that a bitch.

I put my laptop aside and scrolled through my phone as I waited for her to return. I looked up the lyrics of the song she’d sung. It seemed to be about loss. She’d said it was close to her heart. So that made me wonder more about Montana’s story.

Fifteen minutes later, when she finally came back on, she seemed…different. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. She just didn’t seem like her normal, smiling self.

“Alright, guys, I have to cut things short tonight,” she said.

That’s it? She came back to say she had to go? It seemed early.

Disappointment set in as I realized I wasn’t ready to be alone with my thoughts tonight. I much preferred watching this beautiful woman and forgetting everything.

“I’ll be back at the same time tomorrow night, around nine. Hope to see you all again.” She blew a kiss to the camera.

It looked like she reached up to hit a button that was supposed to cancel her live video. But she was still there. Then she seemed to move away.

This was weird, something didn’t seem right.

It didn’t feel like she knew the camera was still on.

My pulse raced as I continued to watch her.

Montana curled up in a ball on the mattress and buried her face in her hands. I watched, horrified, as I realized she was crying. And then it hit me—she had no idea we could still see her. No freaking clue.

“You’re on camera!” I stupidly shouted, as if she could hear me.

I decided to tip her some tokens, hoping the cha-ching sound would alert her to the fact that people were still watching.

It worked. She suddenly looked up and rushed over to the computer before everything went to black.

Holy shit.

I sat speechless. This girl had been smiling, laughing, playing around for hours, seemingly happy. But the second she thought the camera was off, all of that changed, like night and day.

It hurt me in a way I couldn’t even describe, as if I was unknowingly contributing to her sadness.

Fuck.

Were we really so stupid we couldn’t see it was all a show? I shut my laptop.

As I lay in bed, thoughts of Montana haunted me. What had happened during that private chat? Was that what had upset her?

I got up, reopened my laptop, and went to her page, even though I knew she wasn’t active.

There was an email address where clients could contact her offline to arrange for private chats.

What are you doing, Ryder?

I logged into an email account I barely used, one that was not connected to my name in any way. I kept it to sign up for shit through sites I knew would spam me later. Despite feeling like it might not have been my place, I typed.



Hey Montana,



It’s ScreenGod90—the music nerd dude. I hope I’m not overstepping my bounds in writing to you like this. I debated whether to reach out. I just want to make sure you’re alright. I know you accidentally left the camera on tonight after your show. I saw you crying, and you looked really upset. So, you’ve been on my mind. The purpose of this message is just to make sure you’re okay.