Little tingles went up and down Eliza’s arms and legs. The lights were off and she was holding her breath. Something shook inside her with the force of hummingbird wings and twelve ounces of cocaine straight to the brain.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this.

Some part of her, the one where her priest held court and her mother’s disapproving eye followed everything she did, was telling her not to do it. She could still turn around and tell Mickey she changed her mind. That she was leaving the country. That she wasn’t that hot and sexy and Mickey should reconsider.

She swallowed that feeling along with every other sermon about chastity and purity she’d ever sat through.

Eliza opened her computer and waited for the video chat to connect.

She bit her bottom lip and still felt a little ridiculous. She was sitting slouched on her bed with nothing on but a thin white t-shirt and pair of lace panties. She had forgotten she even owned them up until she suggested they go through with this and found them balled up at the back of her cupboard.

Mickey’s face materialized on the screen with a kind of cheeky discerning gaze. She was wearing a soft grey hoodie and boxer shorts. Eliza didn’t even know she owned boxer shorts, but she couldn't say she disagreed with them.

Her eyes lingered on Mickey's long pale legs sticking out of them and the way her graceful fingers rested on her thighs as she sat cross-legged in front of the camera.

“H-hey there.” Eliza stuttered and already knew she messed it up.

Mickey’s grin grew wider. “Hey there, baby.” She said and her voice was oil-slick and dripped with a predatory rumble. Eliza tingled all over again. Mickey tipped her chin up with a cocky grace, “How’s the night treating you?”

“Well.” She wished her voice would stop shaking.

Mickey hummed, “I heard you’ve had some trouble masturbating.”

Eliza made a hiccup of noise and looked away from the camera screen. “I guess…” She said faintly and it didn’t feel like acting. Mickey had said it so directly.

“Don’t worry.” Mickey crooned. “I’ll walk you through it. Or should I say finger?”

Eliza made a face at her. “You shouldn’t.”

Mickey broke character to laugh with her face splitting in two. “Do you feel weird yet?”

Eliza shook her head. Her face was still broiling, but she leaned forward. “I’m game.” She tried to say in a tone bolder than she felt. “Lead me through your tricks.”

Mickey leaned forward. “Of course,” her expression was all dark angles and darker eyes. “But first,” she wet her lips. “I want something for me.”

“Like what?” Eliza promoted and anticipation licked her insides greedily.

“Come on, baby,” she said slowly, “Turn on the light. Lemme see you.”

Eliza had been using the glow of the computer to light her features and curved body. She looked away before leaning backward and turning on the lamp by her bedside. “That better?”

“Not yet.” Mickey’s tone turned hard and commanding. “Reach for the box I gave you.”

Eliza shifted in place with a sharp thrill tangled in her guts. She reached for the box next to her bed. Mickey said not to open it before they started to play. “K.” She whispered and opened the long shoe box.

She blinked at the contents. “Oh.” Her mouth hung open and Mickey hummed deep within her throat.

“Get out the oil.” Eliza found herself complying without thinking. It was a clear plastic bottle with pale yellow goop inside. “Good,” Mickey purred. “Now open it. Pour some on yourself.”

Eliza guffawed. “Like where?” She said and her old self-consciousness came stalking back with a vengeance.

Mickey leaned closer to her camera. “Come on. Sit back, nice and pretty and I’ll tell you how to start.”

An electric spark went from the base of her neck down into her pelvis. Mickey’s eyes were hungry and wide. Eliza sat back against the pillows on her bed. She slowly spread her legs so that her inner thighs and panties were on display. The tight white t-shirt clung to her and she tried not to focus on anything too closely.

She poured the warm sesame oil over her hands. “Like this?”

“You’re so good.” Mickey called softly. “So good. Do you even know how fuckable you look right now?”

Eliza inhaled with a start and almost choked on her tongue. “Mickey…” She said sharply.

“What?” Mickey was biting her lip. For once, Eliza didn’t think she was teasing her. Her insides squirmed with a type of ferocity that made her want to beg. Made her want to get on her hands and knees and whine for. “I’m being honest.” Mickey crooned back and met Eliza’s eyes. “Now lift up your shirt and put it in your mouth.”

Eliza held her breath again and wondered if Mickey was gonna yell “Punked!” in a second. She didn’t.

Eliza fumbled with her shirt. “Slowly.” Mickey eyes dripped over and Eliza used her dry hand to tug the white t-shirt over her tummy. She stopped at her breasts before taking a deep breath. She lifted the shirt slowly over her chest inch by inch. Were they too saggy? Not close together enough? What if Mickey thought the nipples were too big?

Eliza squeezed her eyes shut as the thoughts beat against the inside of her skull.

“I could eat you up.” Mickey practically growled. “You make me so goddamn wet.” Mickey sang. “Lean forward. Show me your tits.”

Eliza slowly put the t-shirt into her mouth. She bit down and the fabric. “Good.” Mickey said and gestured for her to come closer to the camera. “Come here.”

Eliza held up the t-shirt and let her breasts hang forward as she got on her knees. She crawled closer to the computer. “Feel yourself up.” Mickey said in a guttural tone. “Pour the oil over your tits and rub it in.”

Eliza’s thoughts were swimming in a haze of red. Mickey made small approving noises as she rubbed the oil into skin: making it slick and shiny in the light. She arched her back and pushed her breasts toward the camera as she rubbed.

“You like that?” There was something husky about Mickey’s voice and when Eliza looked down Mickey’s hand was in her pants. “Squeeze your nipples nice and hard like.”

Eliza groaned as she grabbed her chest and squeezed. “You have such beautiful big tits. I can’t wait to watch them bounce when I fingerfuck you into the next century.”

She made a sharp whining noise and twisted her nipples with her slippery fingers. “You like it dirty, huh?” Mickey rumbled. “Harder, love. Make yourself loose from your tits alone.”

Eliza squeezed her nipples and rubbed them up and down. It was rough and hot and made her want more. The sound of something fast and wet made Eliza crack open her eyes again and see Mickey working herself over-- hand in her boxers and expression taut. The sight made Eliza rut down on the bed for any type of friction.

“Sit back.” Mickey asserted without stopping. “Get out my second present from the box.”

Eliza complied with quick jerky movements. She felt like she had lost her mind by the time she got out a long white stick with a rubber head on it. “A Magic Wand?” She had seen these online a few times when she considered buying a sex toy.

“Yeah.” Mickey’s voice was heavy and almost hoarse. “It’ll make you cum your brains out while I watch.”

Eliza shivered and fit it in her right hand. It had three buttons: on, lower, and higher. “Can I…?” She asked breathlessly. She felt raw and exposed with her shirt still pulled up and hair falling loose around her face.

“First,” Mickey’s gaze darted down. “Take it all off.”

Eliza keened lowly. She struggled to get the shirt over her head in one fluid motion and almost toppled off the bed. Mickey giggled to herself. “Careful…”

“I’m trying.” She hissed back which made Mickey laugh harder.

Her chest was heaving and thoughts swimming as she sat upright and slowly leaned back. She rested her head on the pillow and took deep breaths. She grabbed either side of the panties and slowly shimmied them down.

“Oh that’s nice.” Mickey commented as Eliza slowly dragged them down. “You have nice legs you know. The whole package.”

Eliza snorted. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Do you not like it?” She asked carefully.

Eliza took a moment to reply. “No…” She said quietly. “Keep going.”

Eliza sat up again and positioned herself on the bed. She bit her bottom lip and met Mickey’s gaze with a type of challenge thrown in her direction.

“Would you open your legs for me?” Mickey simpered with a dirty tongue-flick. “I like to have full view of my menu before I begin.”

Eliza had to cover her mouth. “Has anyone told you your dirty talk is a little corny?”

“What? No way.” She winked. “I’m a professional.”

Eliza’s laughed. Her face was hot and clammy as she slowly parted her legs and didn’t look at herself in the camera as the cold air pressed up against her sex.

“Good.” Mickey took a shuddering breath. “Good.” She said again like a dazed mantra. “Spread yourself.”

Eliza’s hand wandered across her body. She dragged her fingers down her thighs and toward her naked heat. “Ah,” she made a soft sound as she ran a finger up her slit.

“I didn’t say you could do that.” Mickey teased. “But I’ll allow it.”

Eliza wiggled and slid her other hand down. She closed her eyes and slowly parted her lips for Mickey to see her on full display. Her insides trembled from the thought alone and she felt like soup and loose puddy at Mickey’s eyes on her.

“You’re so lovely.” Mickey was almost babbling now and the rapid slick sounds were back. “I’m gonna make you so wet and dirty.”

“Uh,” Eliza groaned slowly and pet herself.

“I’m gonna take your pussy and fuck it so good you won’t want anyone else inside you again.” Mickey said affectionately with a strange warmth in her voice. “I’m gonna make love to you until you can barely stand the next day.”

“Mickey…” Eliza said her name with reverence and Mickey made a strained noise in the back of her throat. There was a long pause where Eliza peaked up and saw Mickey shuddering. She took a deep breath.

“Turn on the toy.” Mickey said with an edge.

“Okay.” Eliza’s hand shook as she picked up the Magic Wand again and turned on the curved rubber head. “Um.” The toy came to life with a whir and it’s top vibrated hungrily.

“Slowly,” Mickey began. “Move it over yourself until it feels good.”

Eliza brought the toy down on herself. It sent shivering vibrations through her guts and turned her thoughts sloppy and distant. She moved it up and down until she found a spot that zinged all the way up to her fingertips and made her clit sing. “Ah!” Her hips bucked upward and Mickey groaned.

“Keep it there.” She said breathlessly. “And turn it up.”

Her clit was hot and so hard it almost hurt. Something coiled within her. She barely managed to turn to toy up another notch. “Mickey! Ah, Mickey.” She called her name as her hips canted and she drove the toy hard against herself. The sensation flooded her hard and fast.

An overgrown garden planted in her pelvis and burst to life with tulips and roses and thorny bushes that made her toes curl. Little white lights danced behind her eyes as she clenched her teeth and screwed her eyes shut.

She was still trembling by the time she came down from the vibrations making ruins of her insides.

“God. Fuck,” Mickey swore. “That was so fucking hot.” She panted, “I know we’re still playing, but can I come over?”

Eliza took the toy away and gradually sat up. She pushed her sweaty hair out of her eyes and nodded weakly. “S-sure.”

She turned the toy off and closed her laptop with unsteady fingers. She tried to sit up straight and flatten her hair down before Mickey came bursting into the room. Eliza stood as if struck by a cold breeze and held her breath again. It was one thing to put on a show on her laptop, it was another to see Mickey fucked-out and wild at her door.

She hair was fly-away, eyes blown out, and figure cut a jagged shape in the doorway.

She stood there for a moment before crossing the room in a few strides. Eliza dove for her at the same time and they practically cracked their teeth coming together.

“Eliza,” Mickey murmured into her mouth before kissing her hard. “Eliza, Eliza, I haven’t,” she panted. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

Eliza just nodded. She kissed Mickey so hard it felt like she was transferring thoughts to her with her lips parted and her whole body humming with life and warmth.

“Can I touch you now?”

“Depends,” Eliza smiled into her next kiss. “Did I make up for it?” She grinned. “Was I a good camgirl?”

“More than that.” Mickey pushed her back against the wall. “More than that.”

Eliza tossed her head back and moaned openly. She thought of Mickey’s hands and lips and pert breasts as Mickey pet her and twisted her fingers up inside her. “I can feel you,” Mickey muttered and peppered biting kisses across her neck.

Strange intangible thoughts raced through her mind about love and devotion and only foolish things as the slick sounds of Mickey going in and out of her filled the room.

She was thinking of only Mickey as she came again that night. And then she was thinking of bells and rings and more and more foolish things than she would have never dreamt of before. She dreamt of Mickey and Mickey alone and somehow, beyond hope, beyond belief, she was still there when Eliza opened her eyes and held her close.