High Heels and a Pretty Smile Ch. 05

My Secret Kink

I never used my real name when I posted. To my family, friends, and the wider world I was Julia. To my Reddit audience, I was Emmie.

When I filmed, I tried to keep my face from being too clear. Hidden by long dark hair to disguise my features, or turned away from the lens. Anyone who knew me well wouldn’t be able to mistake me, but I had a little sense of security to know I wouldn’t be recognized by every Reddit user I passed in the street.

No. The focus for the short little videos, two or three minutes at most, was never my face. No one wanted to see that anyway. It was my tits. Cute, firm, bouncy things with exquisite nipples that even I would have sucked if I could reach.

I knew my audience. Or a least I think I did. Other young people. Horny students and young men. Perhaps the odd lesbian or bi-curious girl. I didn’t mind.

My first had been of me in underwear. A nervous, tiny clip of me bouncing up and down to make my tits jiggle. Then, as I’d become braver, tits without a bra. And finally, my pussy. Today’s clip would be one of my worst ones. Or was that better? Either way, I was excited by it.

I had my cell phone set up on a tripod as I lay on the bed in my student digs. I was naked with my legs open and my face turned away. Fingers toying with my snatch.

I’d film my whole masturbation and cut it down afterward. I wanted my followers to see me aroused but maybe not an actual orgasm. Not yet.

I started with my tits. Painted nails traced lines under my mounds before circling nipples that hardened more with each pass.

“Mmm.”

A tiny throb that wouldn’t die made them ache until I rewarded them with a squeeze and gentle tugs. My cheeks flushed and prickled like popping candy.

I glanced around my room as I relaxed and played with myself, waiting for my heat to rise. It was nothing special. Just a room in the university halls. All first-year students stayed on campus before moving out in their second year. The walls weren’t that thick and I did not doubt that the girl in the neighboring room would hear me if I was too loud.

I was relaxed about that. She was a best friend and I’d certainly laid awake a few nights listening to her activities. Both when she was alone and with her on-off boyfriend. I knew. She knew. It was just collateral damage.

I focused on that thought. Helen with her legs spread getting a good pounding from Josh with what she described as his baloney pony. Or perhaps that name suggested she was more of a rider.

“Ooh.”

My attention came back to my need as the further tingles expanded through my belly, reaching down to my pussy. My legs danced with frustration, thighs squeezing together to ease the pressure building in my vulva.

“Oh fuck.”

Wetness covered my wandering fingers and I pressed into the delicate flesh that protected my hole. I jolted as though hit by a lightning bolt.

“Uhh.”

My toes stretched out from the ends of my rigid legs as the tickling sensation reached down. In the sensory cortex, the toes and the clitoris sit next to one another. I learned that from one of my mom’s psychology books years ago. I understood why feet were an erogenous zone in some girls. It was why my toes curled when I came.

“Mmm.”

My pussy felt hot. It squelched under my fingers. I spread my legs wider, conscious that I wanted nothing hidden from the watchful eye of my cellphone. It was a show that needed to be exploited to the maximum.

“Oh yes.”

My eyes flicked up to the lens through a curtain of hair.

“Wouldn’t you like to put your big, hard cock in my warm, wet pussy.” I muttered for added effect.

I rubbed the length of my slit back and forth, slowing over where my clit hid away in the folds of flesh.

“Mmm. It feels so good.”

Talking as I masturbated was something I’d seen others do. A window to what was in my imagination. For my audience, it was extra hot to hear the object of their desire whisper dirty thoughts. Some boy, somewhere, lots, in fact, would jerk off to my words and that thought made me even hornier.

“Uh.”

I squeezed a tit, squishing it hard so that my nipple pointed skywards like a pencil rubber. Then my hand joined its companion. One sliding a finger in and out of my meat on that slick, warm juice. The other moved in a tight circle over my clit.

“Fuck.”

I could hear my heart and the deep breaths I was taking to feed the fire. Audible evidence of my arousal.

It became a self-fulfilling cycle. More heavy breathing, faster fingering, more gasps. A relentless, inescapable ride with my legs shuddering the closer I got.

“Oh fuck. I’m cuming.”

My body snapped rigid before shaking uncontrollably as the pressure burst forth with that sensation that I might be peeing.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

That was loud enough for Helen to hear next door. I didn’t care. Perhaps it’d be a turn-on for her. Perhaps she secretly looked at my posts. She knew about them. I’d told her on one of our drunken nights. How could she have resisted looking? I would have done that.

My toes curled as the wave swept over me and dissipated. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding and relaxed, staring at the ceiling. My chest rose and fell with each heavy lungful of air.

“Fuck.”

Why did I do it? I don’t really know. The thrill maybe. A way of stamping my independence on the world perhaps. Or possibly it was just a way of making my alone orgasms more intense, because boy, oh boy, they were fucking fantastic when I was filming. I also liked watching myself back. The likes I got showed I wasn’t the only one.

It wasn’t that unusual. Other girls in Uni did the same thing. Obviously not all of them. But a good few. They whispered it in secret. Some were on Only Fans doing the whole deed, either with boyfriends or alone with toys. It helped pay for their studies. I wasn’t ready for that and didn’t need to. Mom saw me straight with money. I was just happy with the high I got from being daring.

I also didn’t have a steady boyfriend. I was more of a casual girl. I loved a bit of cock on a Friday or Saturday night. And I quite liked the variety. The downside was getting a bit of a reputation for myself. Sometimes it helped secure a fuck, other times it worked against me. But it was far too late for being a good girl now. The damage was done. Besides, how boring would it be without a good drilling?

And to be honest. It was the only thing I liked about uni. The rest wasn’t working out so well for me. A bridge I’d have to cross when the time was right.

I lay gasping for a moment. My tits rising and falling with each breath right in front of my eyes.

“Fuck. That was good.”

Sitting up I took the cell and reviewed the footage. I snipped the boring work up, and cut at the moment before… I stopped. No. That was too good to waste. I extended it to include my moment and posted it quickly before I changed my mind.

“Fuck Julia. You’ve gone and done it.”

I fell back on the bed kicking my legs in the air and laughed. I felt exhilarated. Everyone who wanted to look could see me cuming now. My most private moment was finally shared with the world. There for posterity under the fake name of ‘Emmie’ for a little anonymity.

I’d tagged it ‘Would you fuck me?’ I doubted that there were many who wouldn’t.

Another line crossed I thought to myself with a smile.

“Fuck.

Awesome.”

I put my cell to the side and pulled the covers up over myself. Early start in the morning. What I needed now was sleep. And with the frustration exorcised it’d come easily.

In the dark, I heard movement next door. Helen was in there. I grinned knowing she must have heard me. My turn to be teased the next time we had a drunken night in. I drifted into sleep wondering if she was checking Reddit.

I showered first thing before packing a rucksack and caught the Greyhound back home. A four-hour ride to mom and a week of home cooking. Also a week I’d have to be good. No postings. No one-night stands. I’d have to get by just as I had before Uni. Humping my pillow hoping mom wouldn’t hear me. Thankfully the walls were a little thicker in our big old house.

Mom met me at the station in the Tesla. She looked different somehow. There was a glow about her I hadn’t seen before. I spotted it straight away even before I’d thrown my bag into the trunk. The single life had lifted a cloud from her. I understood that. Dad had been a jerk.

I asked as soon as we pulled away.

“So is it the new boyfriend you told me about?”

“Is what the new boyfriend?”

“Come on Mom. You look positively happy. All those years with Dad you were on edge. Stressed. Now all of a sudden you’re ten years younger. You’re smiling even when you’re not.

And I’ve hardly heard from you in months. Has he been keeping you… busy?” I smirked.

Mom laughed but I could tell I’d just made her day.

“What was his name? Stuart? Kinda hoping to meet him before I go back. I want to see the man who’s stealing my mom away.”

Mom was smirking now.

“You will. He’s at the house.”

I looked at her realizing things were progressing faster than I’d imagined.

“At the house as in…?”

“At the house.” She repeated.

“Mom. You’re avoiding.”

She glanced away to hide the smirk I knew was there.

“He’s at the house. But he doesn’t live there. Apart from this week.”

Then she added

“Neither do I.”

That took a moment to sink in.

“You mean… you’re at his place? Like in… living there? With him?”

“Yes.

Is that such a shock? That your mom is getting a little action?”

I looked out of the window at my old haunts flashing by.

“No. It doesn’t surprise me. But I don’t wanna think about it. My mom getting it on isn’t a thought any kid should have in their head.

But you go, girl.”

“Getting in on. Ha. You’ve no idea.”

“Mom” I exclaimed.

What No Child Wants To Know

Mom’s new man was interesting. Stuart. Good looking for an older guy. I could see why she liked him. I’d do him myself. Not that I’d ever been with an older man or had even wanted to. But never say never.

“Coffee?”

And domesticated. That was good. Dad had never done a thing around the house. He was a dick.