Lily kept proposing live shows, even "just friends only", but I'd always turned her down. She may have trusted them, but I didn't. These suggestions all took place at my house, although she offered to use her proxy. After the scare of nearly getting caught by her father, I was more than reluctant to be with her anywhere but the safety of my apartment, but she got me to come to her place eventually, and it was this second time that really changed everything for us. It happened on a weekday that neither Lily nor I had school. Me, because it was Spring Break. Lily's spring break was later in the month, but the teachers had some kind of meeting day that cancelled class just for that one day.

Once we noticed the opening in our schedules, we had an informal agreement that we should try to get together. Nothing was settled by the time the day actually came, but I assumed she would come over to my place. That morning, we had a discussion over Facebook, and to my surprise, she revealed she wanted me to come to her house.

I raised the usual objections about how it'd be safer at my place, but she was stubborn and insisted nobody would be home all day, it would be totally safe and she really wanted a change since we'd done it in my apartment almost every other time. Besides, her mother might call from work, and if Lily couldn't answer the phone at home, she'd have to come up with a story about where she went.

I knew the real reason. She wanted to try again to convince me to do a live show, imagining that she'd have better success with home field advantage, so I continued to hold up my end of the argument... until she started sending me naked pictures. First, spot pictures, a nipple, her pussy, her ass, and then a series of pictures of her lying on the bed, legs spread, warning that she was horny, and if I didn't come over soon she'd take care of the problem herself.

I'm a weak man. If I wasn't, I never would have started this. Beyond this, it was a Monday, and we hadn't been together since Wednesday, since she had something to do with friends on Friday, so I was feeling a bit deprived. Strange to say, someone who'd been a virgin for so long could come to expect regular sex so quickly, but I felt a little like an addict who'd been denied his fix for too long, and then, being tempted with it... well, I asked for a few more assurances that we wouldn't be interrupted like last time, and that if we were, she had a cover story, and then told her I'd be right over.

She met me at the door, dressed casually in a long t-shirt and tight shorts, and we went upstairs, and into her room. Her computer was on and her browser open to a Russian cam site, but the webcam itself wasn't enabled.

"We're not doing it on cam for your friends," I said, hoping to cut the idea off right off the bat.

She pouted. "Oh, come on... be a little adventurous."

"For you it's adventurous, for me it's suicidal. You're not committing a crime on camera." I suppose technically she was. Some minors have been charged with producing child pornography... of themselves. But even before I became involved with Lily, I thought that was unnecessarily cruel, and totally unjust.

"But you've done it before... the only difference is, this is live. It's not like anybody would find out, my proxies are perfect."

"And when it's live, something could happen and show my face."

"Please? Just hear me out, okay?" I should have just said no, but I waited. "How about this. Just a blowjob. I'll give you the best blowjob ever, I swear. We'll stage it carefully. The camera won't show you above here." She used her hand to make a line just above my bellybutton. "No sound, so your voice won't be heard. And, we'll wear these..."

She ran to the side of the room that was farthest from her computer, and grabbed two wigs off a shelf. One was blonde, one was pink. "So even if the camera spots you, everyone'll just think you're some blonde surfer guy. I'll wear the pink." She smiled. "I was wearing it earlier already."

"I don't know..."

"If the wig's not enough, you can always put a pillowcase over your head," she suggested. "But then I might look up and laugh and choke on your dick." She rubbed my pants at the crotch. "Come on, Jack, you know I'll make it really good... and when we do it later, I'll be really, really thankful."

I was hard and I wanted to please her, and she was right, it wasn't too much different from the videos she'd already talked me into letting her release. Maybe she was winning the war, or at least making progress, because on some level, buried very deep, it did turn me on to have people watching her suck my dick. "Okay, fine, just this once," I said, knowing that she'd use this to convince me to do it again.

I put the ridiculous wig on, and she had hers, and then we did a little test with the camera to make sure it was pointed in a good position, a safe position. Finally, she started it. She was already on her knees, and waved to the camera, and then waved me into the frame. I approached slowly, and she unzipped my pants and pulled out my swollen member, then stroked it, looking into the camera. She played with it for almost a minute and then started her performance, the licks, the little teasing nips with her lips, and the sucking.

Of course it felt good, and it was exciting, but somehow it didn't feel as good as when it was just the two of us, or even on our recorded videos. Her eyes went to the camera, and the screen, much more, and it reduced the immediacy between us, making it less personal, and I liked the personal. Still, we were already doing it, so I had little choice but to let her finish.

I finally looked to the screen, watching the racing scroll of foreign characters, when finally it occurred to me. "Why aren't they typing in English?"

Lily pulled back and looked to the screen. "Why would they be?"

"Well, they're your friends, right? They know you speak English... they all speak English in comments on your posts."

Lily licked the underside of my penis, put the head in her mouth for a second, then pulled off to say, "No, these aren't my friends. I don't know who any of these people are."

"What?" I hissed, feeling a little betrayed. "I thought this was going to be friends only."

She looked apologetic, chagrinned, and gave me a kiss on my shaft as though to make me feel better. "I'm sorry, I thought you wanted this more."

"Yeah, right." I thought it more likely she was trying to skip a few steps in pushing me towards exhibitionism.

"No, really. You always said you were worried my friends would try to blackmail you. But these are strangers, they don't know who you are, and they don't know who I am. Some of them probably saw me teasing before you got here, but once we're done I'll delete this account, and nobody will ever know how to find us." She must have thought she'd talked too long, and took me into her mouth, pushing as far as she could.

"I don't want this," I said. "Turn it off."

She pulled off, a little bit of saliva still connecting my dick to her mouth. "Come on, we're almost done."

If I hadn't found out the truth, we probably would be, but in this case fear held me off from reaching that final orgasm state, at least for a little while. I started to pull back, but she went down on me again and, as though sensing it was her last chance, began to suck for all her worth, rapidly moving up and down, her mouth hanging a little open, tongue slobbering on me a little, and it overcame the last of my resistance. I came into her mouth, and let her swallow it.

When we were done, she adjusted her wig. My hand had held onto it during those final moments and I accidentally pulled it down over her eyes, then she waved at the camera. "Turn it off," I muttered breathlessly.

Anxiously, she went grabbed the mouse and clicked the icon that shut the broadcast off. "I'm sorry," she said. She seemed sincere, too, but it didn't matter, I'd come too close to danger.

"Delete the account, now." I didn't think it would make much of a difference... if someone reported it to the admin and they investigated, the account being gone wouldn't make much of a difference. Maybe it would make people assume the authorities had already taken action, and that they didn't need to raise a stink about it.

"I'm sorry," she said when she was done. "I really did think you'd like that better... and it was good, right?"

"I'd rather have done without the audience."

She took he wig off and threw it on the bed. "Look, I said I'm sorry. What do you want from me? Look, if you want, for the rest of the day, I won't even ask you to make videos, we'll do it the boring way."

"The boring way." Ouch.

She backpedalled, looking sorry again. "Not boring, just... I like knowing people are watching, all the attention. It makes it more fun. But as soon as you're ready again, I'll let you do it your way."

I shrugged noncommittally, feeling the need to sulk a little, but had no intention of leaving, and I was going to relent and tell her I forgave her when there was a chime from her computer. She checked the screen and then sat down and typed something. More chimes followed, the sound of an instant message conversation, and finally I was curious. "What is it?"

She popped a mint into her mouth and answered in a bit of a mumble, "Oh, just one of my friends."

"What kind of friends?" I asked. "School friends, or..."

"Facebook friends. It's Serge, actually." I frowned. She didn't seem to notice. "He wants me to go on cam."

"Well, he can fuck off. Tell him no."

A look of irritation flashed across her face. "You don't own me. It's not like you're my boyfriend."

"No, but I'm with you now."

She was silent for a second, then looked at me, and back at the screen, and back at me. "I could tease both of you..." she suggested.

"What?"

"Well, you still need to get hard, right? If you sit back there and be very very quiet, I'll let you watch while I perform for Serge. Then when he's done, you can fuck me."

"No," I said automatically. "Why would I want that?"

"Because it's me, and I'm hot, and you get hot watching me."

"I don't want to watch you masturbate for some other guy."

She smirked. "Why not, jealous?"

A little, but I didn't think it would be a good idea to admit it. "No!"

"Well, then why not?"

"I just don't want to, that's all."

There was another chime, signaling a new message, and she read it and grimaced. "Oh, shit, I forgot."

"What?"

"I promised."

"Promised what?"

"That I'd cam for him today, after work. I forgot about the time difference." It was still morning here, but wherever Serge was, I guessed it was after work.

Now I was really jealous and getting a little annoyed. "So you're just going to drop everything for him?"

"It'll only be fifteen minutes tops. You can go watch TV... or, the offer's still open for you to watch us."

"Us?"

"Well, he goes on cam too," she said. "So I guess you could see both of us. But you'd have to be quiet, he might not want it."

The prospect of seeing Serge, the man I'd come to think of as my nemesis, made me change my mind. I'd always been curious, I guess, but there was a more practical reason I wanted a look at him... if I ever saw him in the neighborhood, I'd kill him. Before now, it was an abstract promise to myself, with no weight because it had no chance of coming true. I had no idea what he looked like, so he could walk past me and I'd never know. If I saw him, if I could burn his face into my brain, the fantasies of strangling him would be much more vivid, and I could better protect Lily if he turned out to be even more of a dangerous pervert than I suspected.

"Fine," I said, waving at her. "Go on." It was time to meet the mysterious Serge.