The Cam Girl

Parker's alarm went off, and she rolled over to face her phone, which was propped up on her nightstand.

"Good morning, viewers," she said groggily. "Let's go save the world."

It was something she liked to say every morning to feel motivated to get out of bed. On her phone's screen, she could see her viewer numbers ticking up. There were some people who liked watching her sleep, so she left the stream going overnight to earn a little more, but her regulars knew when she'd be getting up and tuned in then. Some of them left messages in the chat.

Good morning Parker!!

Buenos noches de Madrid

Today's the big day, isn't it?

Parker smiled. "Yes, friends. Today is the big day. Second date with Landon. And maybe more..."

Yes it was only their second date, but it'd been almost a month since their first date, and they were texting and talking all the time. First she'd wanted to wait a week after the first date, just to pace themselves. Then Landon had a two-week trip. Then Parker had a friend's wedding.

She was starting to regret that impulse to pace themselves. It wasn't like he was a stranger. She'd known Landon for months, and when he eventually asked her out on a date, it was a relief for her viewers that kept shipping the two of them.

Parker got up from the bed and brought her phone into the bathroom with her, setting it up by the bathroom mirror. She tossed her pajamas aside, and gave a spin, admiring herself in the mirror before she got into the shower. She took pride in what she saw. Her unruly dark hair, her tanned arms, her full breasts and wide hips. Such a change from just a couple years ago.

When she'd started streaming, she'd been chasing after what she thought viewers wanted: a thin, blonde, smooth-skinned version of herself. But at her viewers' encouragement, she'd stopped dying her hair. She'd stopped dieting and started actually enjoying her meals. Her curves had filled out; she wasn't fat, and anyone who fat-shamed her got shouted down in the comments. She'd ditched her desk job for one physical and outdoors, and no longer needed to go to the gym. After ending a long-term relationship and resolving to work on herself for a while, she even stopped taking the pill, after her viewers told her about how it was linked to side-effects she was experiencing. Now she felt healthier than ever, in her prime.

Parker didn't think twice about giving her viewers a shot of her nude anymore. When she first started streaming, she was protective of it, worrying that if she let them see her body, her stream would be overrun with creeps. She used to pause the stream whenever she had to change. Over time it got to be a real hassle, and once in a while she just forgot to pause the stream, realizing too late that the camera was still live, and felt mortified about it.

But nothing really changed. She was streaming her whole life, and the parts of it that she spent in the nude were not a big part of it, so those who came for the nudity soon got bored and left. Eventually Parker stopped caring about it. If anything, it helped her get over her insecurities about her body, to show it to her viewers without shame. Especially when her viewers were so supportive, not that her pride in herself was dependent on them.

In a dark and lonely moment between sexual partners, Parker had even streamed herself masturbating. It was just an ordinary part of life, she figured. And it made her feel less alone, to have hundreds of people watching her.

Now as the hot water ran down her curves, Parker was tempted to touch herself. She felt her crotch heating up at the thought of what might be in store later with Landon. Running a finger down between her vulva, she found that she was sticky and wet, not just from the shower. But she resisted the urge to rub her clit, not out of any shame, but because the best was yet to come.

She went to work for the day, as part of a national initiative to plant a trillion trees. She'd already planted thousands in the past year and a half. Now part of her work was checking up on her "babies" from before in addition to planting more.

Walking down the row of saplings, her viewers commented,

So proud of you, queen!

Lovely day out there, in'it?

wish i was touching grass rn tbh

It didn't pay as much as the office job had, but combined with the revenue from her stream, it was enough. She had tried streaming her office job for a while, but seeing how boring her stream was--hours of her sitting in front of a computer--made her see how boring the job was for her too.

Planting trees was different. It wasn't exciting in the way a high-stress startup was, but it wasn't dull either. There was practically endless work to be done, a climate disaster to mitigate. Plus, the rhythm of tree planting was soothing, meditative. Plus, the world was alive around her. Insects buzzing in the grass, birds alighting in the new trees. Sometimes she'd be planting with a team, sometimes on her own.

The manual work used to leave her feeling pleasantly sore, but now she'd grown into it. Parker sometimes imagined herself more in tune with how her ancestors might have spent their days toiling out in the fields.

She first met Landon out in the field. He helped out at a wildlife rescue, and was releasing a rehabilitated possum in the same stretch of green space where Parker was planting that day. Their paths continued to intersect like that until he eventually asked her out, making it clear that it was a "Date" date. That first night they kissed but nothing more, but it left Parker wanting the more. Wanting it harder than she was ready to admit.

It was a hot, sunny day out there, and while her hands were busy, Parker's mind kept rushing ahead to the evening. They'd had such a time trying to set up a second date, that Parker ultimately just suggested Landon come over to hang out. It was an invitation to sex, but with enough plausible deniability that neither of them had to acknowledge that's what it was. But from Landon's enthusiastic response, she was sure he got the message. Pretty sure, anyway.

Throughout the day, she felt herself getting hot and bothered, but she wasn't about to stroke one out in the middle of a park. She would just wipe the sweat from her forehead and keep working. It didn't help that her viewers all knew what was up too.

Our queen's getting laid tonight!

Landon better perform.

Oh he will. I believe in that boy

Are we calling the couple ParLan?

Her anticipation only trended upwards as the evening approached, and so did her viewer count. Even her casual viewers wanted to be there to see this. Parker just about thought her heart would burst out of her chest when she heard the door buzzer, and she let Landon into the building. At the last second, she realized she had forgotten to put on a bra underneath her t-shirt, but decided it was a bit too late for that. And besides, this was her home, and it was just Landon.

He knocked on her door, even though it was unlocked, so she went to open it for him, phone in hand. There he stood, tall and handsome, with a bottle of hard cider and a Tupperware of homemade mushroom ravioli. He stepped through the doorway, and Parker forgot to step back, bringing them close.

"Hi," he said nervously.

"Hi," she said weakly, struggling to come up with words of her own.

And then in the silence that followed, one or the other of them must have read it as a cue, because his face was coming towards hers, and she leaned up into his kiss. But when their lips met, it wasn't a simple greeting kiss, it lingered, like lovers kept apart for weeks. His chest pressed against her tender, sensitive breasts, and she wondered if he could feel her firm nipples pressing back against him. Whether her arousal was glaringly obvious.

"Should we...uh...eat first?" Parker asked breathlessly, realizing a moment too late how it betrayed her intentions. She was truly on the fence, though. If he wanted to move fast, she would too.

"Yeah. Right," he said, remembering himself. "It's good to see you again."

Her chat was going wild, but this wasn't the time to try to read it as it scrolled past. They chatted pleasantly over dinner and caught each other up on the past few weeks.

"Want to...uh..." she started.

"Yeah," he replied prematurely.

They both laughed. Gathering some small part of her mind back together, she said, "How about we adjourn to the couch to start."

Parker blushed. She really didn't mean to betray her intentions to jump his bones with every word out of her mouth, but she wasn't thinking straight.

On the couch he wasted no time, leaning in to kiss her again, and not pulling away. She melted into his embrace, finding comfort in the way his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, but not close enough for either of them. Her phone sat on the coffee table, taking it all in, and Parker wasn't sure whether to draw attention to it. Landon's hand found its way to her breasts, making her sigh, a ripple of pleasure resonating through her down to her core, redoubling her hunger for him. She tied her hair up and out of the way, and he went for the exposed skin of her neck and ears with his lips, efficiently finding what made her shiver. Meanwhile, her hands traced the shape of his chest, his stomach, his thighs, and then of the erection straining against his pants.

"Would you prefer if I pause the stream?" she asked between kisses.

"I'm fine with whatever you want to do," he replied, his voice low and breathless.

Parker knew she had a record number of viewers right now. A lot of her regulars liked Landon, liked him a lot, approved of them as a match, and would want to see how this played out. Besides, she felt like she had already broken their momentum as much as she wanted to. What she wanted most of all right now was to not stop for anything.

She unbuttoned his shirt first, giving him a taste of undressing on camera, waiting for his sense of privacy to kick in. He responded by lifting her t-shirt up and off, exposing her breasts to his kisses. In her distraction, he started shimmying her shorts off. She helped him with that, leaving her completely naked on the couch, in full view of the camera. He leaned her back until her head reached the armrest, and she reached down to unzip his pants, wanting something gentler to thrust her crotch up against. Then his hand was between them, and she pressed it to herself hard, letting him feel how wet and ready she was. Squelching noises and gasps of pleasure were the only soundtrack to her stream then, and when he kissed her breasts again on his way down, she leaned back, spreading her muscular thighs for him.

She almost came the very second his mouth reached her slit. She ran her hand through his hair, only gently pushing his face into her crotch. His tongue teased her clit and lapped at her endless juices. In her state of distraction, Parker glanced over at the phone still watching them. In miniature, she saw her profile stretched out on the couch, with Landon's head buried between her legs now, and she angled one hip to give the viewers a better shot of what he was doing to her.

Now that's a gentleman

Girl tell me where I can find a man like that!

OMG ParLan so hot right now

Her climax took her almost by surprise, and Parker briefly let loose a scream before she got enough control of herself to hold it back. Her whole body shook with it, except for where Landon's mouth was pressing down on her, but even her hips bucked, pushing harder against him. In the back of her mind she worried she might suffocate him this way.

In the aftermath, she felt weak and gelatinous, but she forced herself upright, and took his hand in her hands and kissed him hard, his face still smeared with her juices, his tongue still tangy with it.

She made quick work of getting his pants the rest of the way off, taking his underwear unceremoniously with it. He leaned back on the sofa, and she knelt naked between his legs, sparing just a moment to move the cellphone camera to get a better shot of the two. In the reflected video, she could see his erection and her face looming over it, and gave it an experimental lick from bottom to top, finding the tip moist and salty with precum. Then she angled it towards her mouth, taking just the tip between her lips at first, then gradually more, seeing how far she could take him and testing her own limits a little at a time. Giving his shalt a lick again, she snuck a glance at her stream.

Wow, Parker's got skills!

Landon's a lucky guy

You could teach a class on this damn

As much as she longed to keep going until she could feel his semen flood her mouth, Parker felt herself getting wet again, felt an urgency in her breasts whenever her nipples brushed against his hot flesh. She wanted this cock inside her. She needed it, now.

"To the bedroom?" she asked.

Landon looked momentarily crestfallen that she'd stopped sucking him off, but then understood and nodded. With one hand, she held one of his, leading him along. With her other hand, she grabbed her phone to bring that along too, giving him a mischievous smirk as she grabbed it.

She positioned the phone on her dresser, far enough away to catch a good wide-angle view of them on the bed without having to be adjusted. She wouldn't be able to read the comments, but from this point on she didn't expect that she'd want to.

Landon pulled her in for a kiss, pulling her naked body flush with his own. She felt his erection hot and firm between them. Then she drew back, lying on the bed, pulling him in with her. He followed until he leaned over her, gravity pressing them tight to one another. Close, but still separate, when what she needed was to be joined.

She moved her hips, her moist slit rutting against the base of his shaft. The next step would be to take him inside her, and distantly she knew there was another step in there somewhere, but it seemed unimportant just then. But then he pulled away long enough to grab a condom from the dish of them that she kept on her nightstand.

That momentary pause was enough to bring clarity to her mind. Of course they have to use a condom, she isn't on the pill! She was grateful that he'd done it, and even more so that he'd done it without asking, without putting her in the position of having to make the decision. Especially since she wasn't sure at what point she would have thought of it. Surely before it was too late. Surely.

Suited up, he loomed over her again, and she felt the encased tip of his cock pressing against the opening of her vagina. Her stretch of single-dom wasn't tragic, but it had been long enough that the sensation was new and exciting and unexpected again. She moaned into his mouth, as she felt his tip gently, slowly pry her open and make way for itself inside her. Her vaginal walls felt tight, in much need of a good massage from the inside, but he took his time, moving almost aggravatingly slow. But she could hear the pressure in his breath. Maybe it had been counterproductive to take him into her mouth, and shorten their intercourse.

He bottomed out inside her, his pelvis pushed flush against hers, and they held each other tight there. Parker gently moved her hips, pushing her clit against him. With every jolt of pleasure, she felt herself clamp down on him, and heard him gasp with pleasure of his own.

More than she was used to, it felt like she was giving herself, all of herself, to him. From head to toe, inside and out, devoting herself to this union. She'd never quite felt this way before, not even when she lost her virginity--that had been a very safe, very planned encounter with a teenage classmate, with a little alcohol to act as an excuse--but now she felt so strong, so fertile, so womanly. And her climax was fast approaching, just out of reach.

"Faster would be good," she said. "Harder."

"But Parker, if I...I'm going to..." Landon was already struggling to hold himself back.

"Do it," she said, then added, "Please."

He pulled back and shoved back into her. She felt it throughout herself. Grabbing his buttocks as much as she could reach, she urged him on. Then again, harder. He started picking up speed, but simultaneously losing control.

"I'm about to--" he gasped.

"Don't stop!" she yelped.

She could feel the moment that his orgasm hit, and the warmth of the condom's reservoir tip growing full and hot inside her. If they kept fucking for long with a condom full of semen, it might spill into her, but she didn't need long. True to her request, Landon kept thrusting into her, even as he groaned with the intensity of his climax. Finally Parker reached hers, every muscle in her abdomen and chest and back going taut, her arms and legs holding him tight to her, her breath coming out in whimpers because she couldn't get a lungful to cry out. She wanted to let it roll through her, but she tried to hold herself back, worried that her vaginal walls in their contractions might pull the soggy condom right off him.

Eventually she came enough to loosen her grip on him, and he slipped out of her, condom full but intact. He disposed of it, and came to cuddle with her on the bed. She could feel his waning, slippery erection pressing against her, and something inside her wanted it back inside herself. Part of her knew she could harden him up again and go again.

"I love you," he said.

It was enough to jolt her out of her reverie a bit. "Do you say that to every woman you've had sex with?"

He laughed a little. "No, I've just wanted to say it for a while, and I thought maybe now I finally could."

Parker paused, and took stock of herself. She was glowing, and Landon was special. And if she didn't say how she felt, she might screw it up. "Well, for the record, I love you too. I just wanted to make sure we were talking about the same thing first."

"So you think just because I had sex with you, I would just..."

"I don't know, okay? Some guys change completely after you've had sex with them. Seriously, it's a thing." She smiled and brushed his cheek. "Are you still okay with the fact that we just streamed absolutely everything?"

He sighed. "Yeah. It's not something I would normally do, but I know that your channel is part of who you are. I don't want to make you choose between your viewers and me."

"Oh they love you too, by the way. There's no conflict there." She rolled towards him, putting a thigh up over his hip. She felt his erection firming back up, leaving a trail of semen along her skin.

"Would you stop seeing me if they didn't?" he asked. His hands reached around to her buttocks. It would be so easy to pull her to him, to push himself into her again, unprotected, but he held back for now.

"Not just because of that, no. I don't give them that kind of power over me. But there have been some guys where my viewers saw red flags, and they turned out to be right. So the fact that they liked you...it was a good sign."

She reached behind her, and fished another condom out of the bowl on the nightstand, and tore open the wrapper.

"Thank you for using protection, by the way," she said.

"Of course. It's only our first time together," he said.

"And you're worried I've got some disease?" she teased him as she rolled the new condom down his shaft.

"No, it's not that," he said, looking into her eyes. They could be kissing now, but she'd asked a question that he felt compelled to answer. "I got my high school girlfriend pregnant. It was the first time for both of us, and we thought it was safe, but she had just started taking the pill, and it hadn't quite had enough time to kick in, I guess. I felt awful about putting her in a tough spot, and I made it clear that if she had the baby, I'd make it work, but she decided not to keep it, which was fine too of course. Anyway, I haven't taken any chances since then."