[F] I pretended not to notice my webcam was on…

It was just another night with the boys. A casual gaming session, like always. Our little group had been hanging out online together for years—horror, MMOs, battles royales, heated debates about game lore, and plenty of shit-talking. I was the only girl in the group, and it's a badge of honour I wore with pride, especially as it's very hard to find gamer guys that are not misogynistic asshats.

Anyway, we'd just got done heisting the casino in GTAV (for old times sake) when I decided to take a shower. I told the guys I'd be back in 20 minutes or so.

"No worries."

"See you soon."

"Take your time."

I set my headset aside, stretched, and padded off to the bathroom.

When I came back, hair still dripping from my shower, I dropped my towel to the floor and stood naked in my room. I could still hear the boys chatting on Discord through my headset, which was not unusual–it was nice to hear their voices even if I wasn't ‘with' them. They had taken my departure as their cue to play Valorant, as they know I don't like it lol

I was about to walk past my desk when I stopped in my tracks, white hot fear coursing through me.

I'd left my webcam on.

After a moment of panic and self-reassurance, I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't walked into the shot naked and showed my best friend's my huge tits and my freshly shaved pussy.

"Dude, take sniper position," Eli said. "You can't let them get through here."

"On it," Ryan said.

I smiled, watching them play for a minute. They were good guys. I looked down at my body, my nipples soft and my lips even softer. Maybe they deserved to see a little something?

No. That was crazy. And slutty. I tried to banish the thought, but I felt my skin prickle with a slow, creeping excitement, partially influenced by the way I had been edging my pussy in the shower…

That's when I looked over at the bed at the three new sets of lingerie I'd laid out before my shower and was struck with another wild thought; who better to test them on than my best friends?

I moved to the bed, quickly, before I could change my mind, pulling the tags off a set of Calvin Klien underwear, a matching bra and panties set, slipping them over my body and admiring myself in the mirror.

They looked great. I stepped toward my desk and then hesitated.

Was I really going to do this?

Fuck it. I closed my eyes and stepped into shot, pretending to admire myself in the mirror.

The reaction was instant.

"Uh—"

"Wait—"

"She left her cam on," Eli muttered, his voice unreadable.

Ryan, ever the good guy, sounded almost panicked, holding his mic close to his mouth. "Sarah? Can you hear us? You left your cam on…"

I stretched slowly, pretending I couldn't hear them, rolling my shoulders, watching myself on the screen, enjoying the way my still-wet tits bulged over the fabric on all sides, the band of the panties sitting low on my hips. It was minimal and classic, but on screen, infront of my best friends, it felt naughty as fuck.

And I loved it.

I turned to the side, pretending to admire myself in the mirror, arching my back and pushing my tits together and pushing my ass out until they almost filled the screen. My ass looked particularly fat, and I felt a rush of excitement that they were finally getting to see my body. I turned back to the cam and I pulled my panties down a little, showing them the mound of my pussy.

"Oh fuck, dude. We should really say something."

"I'm trying," Ryan said.

I bit my lip, pretending to be oblivious, dragging my fingertips slowly down my stomach before gripping the band of my thong again and pulling it up, the fabric going taught against my clit, showing them the perfect outline of my pussy.

The look on the guys faces made me wet as fuck.

But it wasn't quite enough. I wanted more.

I walked out of the shot.

"Shit," Eli said. "That was wild. Do we tell her when she gets back?"

"I have no idea," Ryan said. "At least it's over."

I smiled to myself, my fingers trembling as I reached for the next set.

Delicate, almost angelic, the white bodysuit would have been innocent if not for how sheer it was. It felt cool against my skin as I pulled it on, the high-cut sides emphasizing my hips, the deep neckline leaving very little to the imagination. The lace barely covered my nipples, teasing instead of concealing, and the sheer fabric across my stomach revealed the dip of my navel.

It was seriously slutty.

I walked back into shot, letting my hands skim over my waist as if adjusting the fabric.

The silence was heavy.

"Holy shit," Mark whispered. "No way."

Ryan opened his mouth and closed it again. I could only imagine what was going through his head right now—he'd always been the one to rein them in, to play the good guy. But right now, he wasn't stopping me.

None of them were.

I ran my hands down my thighs, arching my back slightly, letting the lace stretch against my body. I could see myself in the monitor—the sheer panels barely hiding anything, my nipples pressing against the delicate fabric, the way the high cut of the bodysuit elongated my legs.

I loved how I looked.

But more than that? I loved that they were watching.

"That is… so sheer," Mark mumbled, almost to himself.

Eli chuckled. "She looks good in it, though."

Ryan let out a shaky breath. "We shouldn't be watching this."

"So leave," Eli murmured.

Ryan didn't move.

I smirked, pretending to be oblivious, reaching up to gather my damp hair in a loose bun. The motion pulled my chest up, making the already scandalous neckline dip even lower. My nipples visible through the lace, a teasing shadow of pink against the white, made worse by how hard they were.

I ran my hands slowly down my sides, feeling the fabric, letting my hands drift down over my stomach, my thighs, adjusting the bodysuit as though I were just checking the fit, but really I was bringing my nipples and pussy closer and closer to being released from the set, to being revealed to them all.

Fuck. I was getting horny.

There was a thin line between teasing and outright exhibitionism, and I was teetering on the edge of it. These were my best friends. They were the kind of guys I could trust, the kind who never made me feel weird for being the only girl in the group.

So why did I love the way they were squirming?

The sheer fabric of the bodysuit sent a shiver down my spine, the lace brushing over my nipples, the delicate texture making them even harder. I could feel how see-through it was. How barely-there.

I bit my lip. Should I stop?

They had all gone quiet now and I wondered; if any of them were stroking their hard cocks beneath their desks, would I even be able to tell?

My pulse throbbed between my legs, a dull ache that only got worse when I thought about what I must look like on their screens—how they must be seeing everything.

A good girl would stop.

A good girl wouldn't want to "accidently" spread my legs and make them all watch me cum.

But maybe I didn't feel like being a good girl.

I let out a soft breath and reached for the last set. The one that would show them everything…

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