Epilogue #3
When they hit twenty, true to my word, I took my pants off, and I flushed with the most impossibly sexy sense of self-consciousness when Bridget reached down into her tiny little panties and narrated breathlessly about how wet I was that I was staining my panties.
I touched myself through the damp fabric, moaning softly as I did, and Bridget picked up the pace touching herself, and when we hit thirty, I stripped everything else off too, enjoying the way Bridget’s eyes ravished me as I did.
I sprawled out on the loveseat with one leg off the front and one slung over the back, and I touched myself slowly while I watched as Bridget gave her show, taking the vibrator that was linked up to the stream controls and slipping it inside herself in her little panties, gasping as it turned on.
It wasn’t long before she lost the costume, minus her little red-ribbon choker, and she adjusted the camera for a better view of her pussy as she leaned back, playing with her clit and trying to hold conversation with her viewers.
I watched the chat and, when comments came in addressing me too, I answered them—shyly at first, but when I felt the surge it gave me through my body to talk about it, I owned it.
They asked me questions about myself, and I kept the mystique, but when they asked me questions about Bridget—or Peachy as she was to them—I told them everything.
How she liked to pin me down and put something on me—or in me—so she could ride me.
How often we had sex. What she tasted like.
That last one was too much for me to ignore anymore, and I moaned, slumping my head back against the couch armrest. “Baby,” I said. “Can you move the camera so I can go down on you?”
“Oh, fuck,” Bridget gasped, and she pulled the vibrator out, adjusting the camera back to her waist up.
“Merry Christmas, everyone,” she laughed, and I was so desperately hungry for her—crawled on my hands and knees under the desk, reveling in the way she watched me move like it was the best thing she’d ever seen, her legs spread over either arm of the chair, her pussy dripping wet for me, and I kissed her thigh before I laughed softly into it.
“Sorry for interrupting the show, everybody…” I said, kissing up higher, and I felt blessed relief when I got to bury my face against her perfect pussy, tasting her, feeling the way she quivered at the touch.
“They—they definitely don’t mind,” she gasped. “Oh, fuck, baby, you feel so good… oh my god, I needed this. Oh, wow. Okay, everyone. Play… you want me to play one of the games while she’s… yeah, okay. I’m going to be even worse than I am with a vibrator.”
She was. Lucky, really. Her viewers got off to seeing her so horny and so distracted by pleasure that she couldn’t do basic things right, and I took pride in sucking her clit well enough that she was completely useless, gripping her thighs and burying my face against her.
She had one of her slow, hip-shaking orgasms first, the kind that built up slowly and faded out slowly, and we were there for a while as I kept teasing her back up towards another one, and this time she had one of her explosive ones, pulling away from the computer and gripping me by the back of the head, shoving me down into her while she arched her back up off the chair, and she was sweaty and breathless by the time she came back down.
“Wow, everyone,” she laughed wildly, her eyes a little glazed. “Um… thanks for the donations. That’s a lot.” She looked down at me. “They’re big fans of yours, baby.”
“I’m so glad,” I laughed, feeling my face burn in the best way as I peppered kisses on her thigh, my hand between my legs—I didn’t even know when it got there, but I knew I couldn’t have pulled it away to save my life, not when I felt like I would explode at the touch of my fingers on my clit.
“Do you think they want to hear me… come, too?”
“Probably.” She looked back up at the screen. “Oh, yeah, definitely.”
“Fuck,” I moaned softly, and I buried myself back against her, my lips on her pussy—not to try to get her off again, but just for how good it felt playing with myself while I licked her, felt her twitch and moan, and Bridget breathlessly narrating what I was doing only made me surge higher and higher, and I gripped her thigh tighter and pressed my face harder against her when I came, muffling my cries of pleasure as everything broke apart and I melted into her.
I lost track of where I was, just laughing breathlessly, saying things for the camera, and when she ended the live show not long after—with another big merry Christmas, everyone—she helped me back to the couch, where I collapsed on her, tangled in her arms and legs, kissing her and kissing her like I’d never be able to get enough of her.
“Thanks,” she laughed, eyes sparkling, once I broke off from the kiss to rest my head on her chest.
“Thank you,” I said. She ruffled my hair.
“You’re very welcome. But specifically I meant thank you for my best show yet. We got a lot of donations. And plenty for charity too!”
“Oh… I’m so glad to have done my part,” I laughed. “Helping make a better world.”
She bit her lip, flushed and sweaty and satisfied and smiling widely. “Did you, um… have fun?”
“I don’t think I want to do it all the time, but I don’t think… I want that to be my last time… doing that particular thing.”
“Yeah?” She stroked my hair, softly, adoringly. “I don’t want to pressure you to take part in anything you don’t want to…”
“I mean, as long as my face isn’t on the camera, I’m okay with anything. And it’s so sexy getting to… I don’t know… claim you. While everyone’s watching you, wanting you, and I’m the one who gets to have you…”
“You can have as much of me as you want,” she said, her voice glowing with adoration. “I’m all yours. Forever. I love you so much, sweetheart.”
I kissed her again. “I love you too. Now… my knees hurt. I was too distracted to realize they were in pain.”
“I’ll get a padded surface down there, because I definitely want this to happen, like, one million more times. But for now, let’s get some showers and some rest, because you look exhausted.”
“Mm. In a second.” I nestled into her chest, luxuriating in the feeling of her arms wrapped around me. “I like this…”
“Me too,” she said, caressing me, and she looked at her phone. “Nikki was watching, by the way. She says you did great.”
“Tell her I said hi.”
“Erica also says she’s happy for us.”
“She says that every fifteen minutes…”
“She’s just happy for people who fall in love. I mean, rightly so. Lucky me.”
Lucky me, but I wasn’t going to get into the details.
All I needed was this—was being wrapped up in the arms of the love of my life, and then even once we’d separated to go take showers and have another cup of tea before we got to bed, sinking into bed with Bridget next to me, one last sweet smile and kiss and tender I-love-you that saw her off to sleep, I felt like maybe we could both be the lucky ones.
Lying there watching her sleep, seeing the snowflakes drifting down outside the window, I let myself press one more little kiss to her forehead before I nestled into the bed, shut my eyes, and let sleep whisk me off as well.