Chapter 1

She was flashing her tits and cheering when I entered the room. I couldn’t believe it; Mel, my best friend Mel, in all her glory.

I was lonely and horny and bored of porn so I was scrolling through cam girl websites when I spotted her. I had to do a double take when I first saw the thumbnail; I mean, there are a lot of blondes out there broadcasting over cams. It was her face that caught me though. I’m pretty sure if she hadn’t been looking at her camera when the main host page pulled a screen grab for the preview pic I would have scrolled right by.

In somewhat of a daze, I clicked the picture without thinking and the room loaded up. The chat started rolling by before the actual video buffered, filled with the usual combination of ongoing conversation and odd requests.

FootsieTooToes: How much for feet?

Alphabetacal: Those tits are amazing.

Gen’r’ous243: Hey bb you squirt?

Fucksluts: I want to marry you.

Putitin: Anal?

The audio kicked in first and I knew it was her. Mel and I grew up together, best friends when we were young, the kids who ‘got engaged’ on the playground in first grade, and then we were always running in the same social circles as we went through high school. She was the tall, leggy, blonde cheerleader type; I was the athletic jock. If we hadn’t shared so much history as kids we would have probably been the classic high school sweethearts and ended up married and chubby together, scrounging by like our relatives back home. Instead, Mel went to Texas State for university while I got a chance to go to the University of Sydney in Australia. We both left our families behind in Hawaii, never planning on moving back.

I hadn’t seen Mel in almost seven years; I got back to Hawaii maybe once every eighteen months or so but it had never crossed over with one of her visits. Mel had gotten married to some Texan football player who didn’t make it to the NFL, meaning she married a Texan car salesman. I’d heard she’d gotten divorced last year, or maybe the year before, but honestly my job kept me so busy and my extended family was such a wreck that I didn’t bother much with social media.

“Wooo!” She was cheering, and the video flipped on. There was my Mel, still outrageously gorgeous with her all-American symmetrical face and silky blonde hair. It was dyed a little lighter than I remembered, but she still wore it long. Her thin shirt was pulled up over her tits, which she was shaking back and forth. At some point in the past seven years she’d gotten a really good boob job. No scarring I could see off the bat, and nothing outrageous for size. Just big, plump and beautiful.

My dick was rock hard in an instant. My head was clouded at the same instant, unsure how to process what I was seeing, feeling and doing.

“Thank you Choober,” She was saying into the camera.

FootsieTooToes: Feet?

Choober54: No problem beautiful.

P1ran1s: /claps for Choober

The guy must have just tipped her a decent amount, it was how you were supposed to show your appreciation for chicks getting naked for you. The idea was straight out of the strip club industry - see flesh, pay money. What it had developed into was more capitalist and less generous; the girl set a price or amount for her to lose clothes or ‘perform’ on camera and the money got paid upfront. Mel, apparently, was a little more loose with the whole deal and was flashing her thanks.

I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do or what I was feeling. I’d always had a simmering crush on her back then, but I honestly hadn’t thought about Mel in years. She’d maintained her banging body, she just looked a little more mature than the last time I had seen her. Honestly, I had to admit, she might even be better looking now than she was our senior year in high school.

“Ok guys, only fifteen more minutes to hit the goal. I wanna come so bad!” She flipped her shirt down, covering her tits, and leaned back in her chair. She wiggled her upper body in time with the music playing in the background, singing along to a lyric.

I hadn’t even thought to look at the topic of the room, the notification to all users what the girl was interested in doing. ‘623 Tokens to Cum Show: Dildo or Fingers? Biggest tip decides.’

I blinked a couple of times. I was going to watch Mel get off on camera with about four hundred other guys. It wasn’t a question, there was no urge to turn away or look for some other girl to watch.

“Haha. No, Torrent, I had a pretty good day.”

The user had asked if she needed to work out some frustration. I could work out some fucking frustration right now, I thought. I was so turned on I felt like I had cotton mouth and had to take a drink from the water on my desk.

Torrent: Too bad, I want to see you really go at it.

Choober54: Agreed, you are so hot but I want to see you clench up and squirt all over.

Mel snorted, “Guys, I don’t squirt, I’m sorry. It looks super hot but I just can’t do it.”

The chat room went off a little bit about how she could, or various suggestions on how to try to. There were also the toolbags who offered to help her do it in person. Yeah, because I’m sure that’ll happen in your lifetime, buddy.

I’m not sure why I felt so immediately at odds with every person in that chat room; usually I pretty much ignored it and watched the girl. This time though, with Mel smiling back at me from my computer screen, I wanted to tell them all to shut their mouths.

There’d been this one time early in high school, I couldn’t even remember if we were freshmen or sophomores now, when Mel dated an older guy. I’d told her it was a bad idea; we might have all been ‘native Hawaiians’ born and raised but some of the real natives, the ones who had lived there for dozens of generations and had Polynesian ancestry, still called us haole’s with venom on their lips. We were still foreigners to them, and them usually consisted of the Hawaiians who were on the poorer end of the economy.

Even so, Mel had made eyes at one of them and he’d pulled her into their group. She’d thought it was innocent, but I knew it wasn’t. She thought the party sounded like a great idea, but I knew it wasn’t. Wrong side of town, wrong type of people.

Don’t get me wrong, I would have done anything for Mel, or any of our friends, but I’m not some macho gangster. I wasn’t about to challenge some beefed-up dude with dreams of the old tribal days to a fight; that’s how a guy gets shot. Instead, I asked every damn guy I knew with Polynesian ancestry to come with me to that party and just hang out. The look on a guy’s face when he walks into a party with his new hot blonde piece of ass and finds her best friend and about twenty of his friends is priceless. It’s even better when you don’t do anything other than say hi and hand the guy a beer.

Five of my friends talked to Mel that night, telling her exactly what had been said about her before they arrived. Her boyfriend’s buddies had been talking about how she was the finest ass they had ever seen, and how they were planning on getting her so high she couldn’t tell who she was with. Mel had a screamer of a breakup to round out the party and I had taken her home; no harm and no foul, no strapped assholes looking for payback. All it took was an awkward evening at a party.

All of the things I had wanted to say to those stupid fucking assholes at that party were boiling at my fingertips now.

Gen’r’ous243: I’d slam you so hard

Alphabetical: Can we c kitty?

Choober54: I love your smile

FootsieTooToe: Cmon bb, like 5 for feet? 10?

Gen’r’ous243: Like you wouldn’t believe. Fuck you right into the table.

Fucksluts: I’d eat anything out of your ass

At least a few of them weren’t fucking horrible, though I felt this pull in my chest whenever Mel smiled at something one of them said to her. She was dancing and singing lightly along with the pop and rock music she had running in the background, and every once in a while she would lean back and her baggy grey shirt would droop, casually revealing one of her tits through the overly large neck hole. Every time that happened I wanted to reach out and pull it back up to cover her. Every time that happened I wished I could bury my face in those tits.

I’d seen them once before, what felt like ages ago now, and way before she’d gotten her boob job. We’d just graduated from high school and a big group of us decided to have a party on one of the local beaches. Fairly usual for us when we had the time; me and some of the guys would prep a fire pit and we’d spend the day surfing before dusk began to settle, when we’d sneak beers out of our trucks and sit around the fire, drinking and eating snacks. Harmless, innocent shit. That party Mel and the girls who came to hang out were a little wild though - they’d been pre-drinking for half the day and were sloshed by the time they got to the fire pit. Bikini tops were loose, kisses were free and everyone had a good time until we got run off by the local police.

Looking at Mel’s tits now, I could remember feeling guilty at that party for how often I glanced over at her topless and singing beside the fire with our friends. I’d felt dirty and wrong, betraying our history and friendship by thinking the way I was, but I was still drawn to her. Now her tits were bigger and out for the world to see - I wouldn’t look away even if she knew I was on the other side of the camera.

“Fuck,” she exclaimed on screen, “Guys, I don’t wanna go to work tomorrow.” She pouted at the screen, though between her high, pudgy cheekbones and overly optimistic personality it looked ridiculous. She also couldn’t hold it for long, sticking her tongue out cutely before giggling and leaning back in her chair and grabbing her tits with both hands. “Ugh, I wish I could just spend all day with you guys. Way more fun ‘cause I can touch myself whenever I want.”

P1ran1s: Hospital can’t be that bad. Bet you look super hot in scrubs.

What the fuck? Mel had told these guys what she did for a living? They might know more about her than me at this point.

It was a depressing thought, that these random strangers knew more about my favourite person’s life than I did, both in general and day to day. I opened up another browser window and clicked over to her profile page on the cam site. It was a little sparse, not as done up as some of the other girls I’d taken the time to browse more thoroughly.

The good thing, I guessed, was that she’d only been camming for about a month. I hadn’t missed much on that front at least. She listed herself as ‘single and loving it,’ and she was interested in guys and girls. Was that a marketing gimmick? I shook my head and kept reading.

Age, height, weight, I knew all of this. Fetishes would have been interesting but it just said ‘slowly learning.’

“Oh my god this song, I love it!” She practically shouted from the other browser window. I had stopped listening while I was reading and only clued into the music when she drew my attention to it. Mel was bouncing in her seat, waving her hands excitedly and her eyes were glimmering.

I immediately knew the song and grinned. Some things, at least, hadn’t changed.

“Someone finish off the countdown, ‘cause I’m gonna get naked to this song and then I’m gonna masturbate, and you fuckers don’t get to watch if you don’t.” She got up and pushed her rolling desk chair out of the way, stepping back as the first verse started.

Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought,

Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about.

So put your hands down my pants and I’ll bet you’ll feel nuts-

Her hips, clad in nothing but a pair of light blue panties, bopped quickly to the driving beat of Bad Touch. The Bloodhound Gang had released the song years before we even got into high school, but Mel and I had found it and loved it immediately. She was singing along with the song, words still memorized perfectly. She wasn’t even dancing sexy and I had a hard time looking from her hips to her face.

Yes I’m Siskel, yes I’m Ebert and you’re getting two thumbs up

You’ve had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you’re out of bounds.

Mel gave the camera two thumbs up when appropriate, then grabbed her tits again at ‘two-hand touch’ with a loud laugh. She squeezed her boobs for rough and out of bounds and I unconsciously licked my lips and adjusted my dick in my pants.

I want you smothered, want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns.

Come quicker than FedEx, never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock, you are inclined,

To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time.

Her hands slipped over her abdomen quickly, rubbing her body as she sang along, her voice making words like ‘smothered’ and ‘waffle house’ equally sexy. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her softly toned abdomen, teasing at her under-cleavage on ‘FedEx’ and ‘Apex.’ She quickly revealed first her left, then her right breast to the camera during the last line before the chorus, bouncing them up and down briefly before tearing the shirt off completely over her head.