[F] I pretended not to notice my webcam was on… [Part 2]

I hesitated for a second, my fingers ghosting over the final set of lingerie I had laid out on the bed.

This one was different.

The others had been teasing, suggestive, but still somewhat reserved. This one? This was designed to leave almost nothing to the imagination, the fabric on the top so sheer that it might as well not exist. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my throat.

The boys had gone quiet.

And yet, none of them had left the call.

My best friends—good guys, respectful guys—were still here. Were they waiting? Hoping I was about to come back into shot?

I picked up the top and slipped it on, stuffing my breasts into the tiny sheer top, my cleavage spilling out over the fabric, the material made even more sheer due to the way it stretched to contain me. My nipples were already so hard they ached, and the moment the fabric settled against them, I gasped softly.

Fuck.

I was getting seriously horny now, my thoughts guided by something less than logic, something primal and needy. I wanted them to see me. I wanted them to lust after me. I wanted them to touch their cocks every time they thought back to this moment.

I caught my reflection in the mirror as I pulled the panties over the soft mound of my pussy and felt a shiver go through me.

I was being very naughty, and I knew it.

I just didnt give a fuck.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped back into frame.

As before, I pretended not to notice them, preening in front of the mirror, running my fingers over the gossamer material. The reaction from my friends was instant.

"Hooooly shit."

"Oh my god, this one's even worse."

"We really shouldn't be watching this."

"Yeah but fuck…look at those tits, dude."

I smiled to myself, my head out of shot, the compliments making my body sing with pleasure, my pussy lips rubbing together as I shifted position, pretending to fuss with the bralette, lifting the delicate fabric slightly, as if adjusting it, but really just letting my nipples slip in and out of sight.

I turned to the side, running my hands down my hips, rolling my shoulders back so my chest pushed out.

"I can't believe this is happening."

I stepped closer to the camera, tilting my head slightly, shifting my weight so my hips accentuated the soft round curve of my ass. I traced my fingers down my stomach, dipping lower, stopping just at the waistband of my thong.

My heart was beating so fast, my nipples, impossibly, getting even harder. I wish I could let them take it in turns sucking them…

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband instead, just barely tugging it down before letting it snap back into place, forcing them to imagine what lay underneath. I'd never thought about it before, but now I couldn't help but wonder how many of them have tried to imagine what my pussy looks like.

If only they knew how perfect it really was.

I stood up straight, stretching my arms above my head, making the top ride up just enough to show the under-curve of my tits.

"Dude," Mark muttered. "So big."

Neither of the other two answered. Their faces were strained, leaning in toward their screens. I let my arms drop, my body buzzing with heat at the way they were staring. I bit my lip, tilting my head slightly as if I were lost in thought, running my hands over my stomach, just shy of where I really wanted to touch.. I could feel the dampness gathering in my panties, the slick heat making the thin fabric cling to me.

I turned around and bent over just slightly, pushing my ass out, making sure they could see the evidence of how much this was affecting me.

I wanted them to lose control.

"Oh, fuck," Mark muttered under his breath.

I let my fingertips trail along the band of my thong again, teasing, playing, before hooking one side and pulling it up so the fabric pressed snug against my pussy. I gasped softly at the pressure, my body reacting instantly.

"She's so fucking wet," Eli murmured.

"Dude," Ryan said, his voice full of reproach. "That's our friend you're talking about."

"So what?" Eli replied. "It's true. She must know what she's doing."

Ryan made a low, guttural sound—half growl, half groan.

I turned back toward the camera, pretending to be oblivious, pretending like I wasn't listening to every single thing they were saying. I reached up, pulling the strap of my top down one shoulder, baring more skin, then the other. The fabric barely clung to my breasts now, held up only by how hard my nipples were.

I pressed my tits together, hesitating.

Was I really going to do this?

I looked at the screen again.

They were waiting.

They wanted it as much as I did.

Fuck it.

I exhaled slowly, my fingers grazing over my chest, my nipples tingling from the lightest of touches. And then…I let the fabric slip.

I saw it in real-time—the way their eyes widened, the way Mark's hand jerked slightly, the way Eli exhaled hard through his nose. Ryan's lips parted, his gaze dark, predatory.

I rolled my shoulders back, the top now nothing more than a flimsy piece of fabric around my stomach, my huge tits finally released, soft and round and full, looking impossibly large on the webcam, filling the screen, my nipples the hardest they been so far, desperate to be touched and licked and fucked and covered in–

I took a deep breath.

My head was spinning, my body on fire, my clit throbbing with need.

And then, just like that, I walked out of shot once more.

"Oh my god," Ryan said. "Fucking hell. I'm not sure how much more of that I could have taken. Thank god it's finally over."

I bit my lip.

It wasn't over.

It was about to get way worse.

I was going to make them watch me cum.

[Let me know if you're still enjoying it. Part three if there's enough interest!]