First time

It’s their first time on the webcam in private, away from prying eyes. He can see how nervous she is; she can hardly bring herself to look at him. She’s not wearing much, because she’s in bed already; just a nightie and a pair of white knickers, she says. She thinks she knows what’s coming, and she’s right, but only up to a point.

‘Take off the nightie,’ he says without warning.

She doesn’t hesitate. Perhaps she thinks that if she does she will only make it harder for herself. Best to obey instantly, not think about whether she can do it. So she peels it off, giving him a glimpse of her bare breasts as she does so. It’s the first time he’s seen them in motion, as it were.

She looks different, her hair tousled, her face more open. He sees her more intimately, sees how shy she is, yet how much she hangs on his every word, eager to please. He’s not going to be nasty tonight. She looks too fragile and trusting. But he feels his power.

So he teases her. He knows she’s waiting for the order to take her knickers off too. Instead, he tells her to turn round and show him her back. It’s lovely in the soft light. Turn back again, he says. Now, surely, will come the order to take off her knickers, show herself to him. Instead, he plays with her, talking gently but insistently. After a while he tells her to put her finger in her knickers, touch herself, then hold it up. He sees the light gleam on the wet finger-tip. Such a slutty little girl, he says. She smiles, embarrassed.

He tells her he’s taking things very slowly. They have time, there will be lots of times, there’s no need to hurry. He knows exactly what’s in her mind. One part of it wants to show herself, wants to flaunt herself, be her slutty self. She wants him to want to see her. But another part is shy, wants to hide. And yet another part can hardly bear the tension, the waiting. Just let him make me do it, get it over with.

All in good time.