The link stared back at me, blinking like a dare. My thumb hovered over it, trembling slightly. My heart was already pounding, a wild rhythm in my chest that made me feel both electrified and terrified. I glanced at the message again—his last text—just the video link, nothing else. No pressure. Just waiting.I swallowed hard, my throat dry despite the glass of wine I’d just finished. My oversized tee clung to me, soft and warm from the shower, the fabric brushing against my skin in a way that felt suddenly… deliberate. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The thought made my stomach twist, a mix of nerves and something hotter, something I couldn’t quite name yet.“You’re being ridiculous,” I whispered to myself, though the words did nothing to calm the storm in my head. I glanced at the clock—late enough that the world outside was quiet, early enough that I wasn’t completely drunk. Just… loose. My fingers twitched, and before I could overthink it, I tapped the link.The screen flickered, and then there he was. Hoodie on, messy dark hair, sitting back in his chair like he had all the time in the world. His eyes met mine through the screen, and he smiled—soft, casual, no pressure. Not the kind of smile that made me feel like a piece of meat. It was… patient. Like he’d wait forever if he had to.“Hey,” he said, his voice low and steady. It rolled through me, warm and calm, like he was standing right next to me instead of miles away. “Hey,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. My camera was still off, and I clutched my phone tighter, my palms slick with sweat. He tilted his head slightly, studying me through the screen. “You okay?”I nodded quickly, though I wasn’t sure if it was the truth. “Yeah. Just… nervous.”“That’s okay,” he said, his tone so gentle it made my stomach flutter. “No pressure, alright? If you want to show me, I’d really like that. But it’s up to you.”His words wrapped around me, easing some of the tension in my shoulders. I took a deep breath, my fingers hovering over the camera icon. My heart thundered in my chest, but there was something else now—a spark of curiosity, of excitement. I wanted to see where this would go.I tapped the icon.The screen shifted, and suddenly, I saw myself—my face, my bare shoulder, the curve of my chest just visible under the edge of my shirt. My cheeks burned, but I didn’t look away. I waited, holding my breath, for his reaction.His eyes softened, and that smile deepened. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low and quiet, like it was just for me.The butterflies hit me hard, a warm ache spreading through my chest and lower. I felt myself blush deeper, but I didn’t cover up. Instead, I adjusted the camera, letting it tilt down just slightly. My thighs were bare, crossed under me, the hem of my shirt riding up enough to reveal a sliver of skin. I didn’t fix it.He leaned forward, his eyes on me, steady and intense but not… creepy. Like he was fascinated but in control. “You sure you’ve never done this before?” he asked, his voice teasing now.I laughed, shaking my head. “First time.”His smile widened. “You’re a natural.”The way he said it made something inside me tighten, a warmth pooling low in my stomach. I shifted slightly, the fabric of my shirt brushing against my skin in a way that felt deliberate now, teasing. I could feel the air in the room suddenly heavier, like every breath I took was charged with something electric.He didn’t say anything else, just kept watching me, his gaze steady. It was overwhelming but in the best way—like he was seeing me, really seeing me, and it made me feel… wanted. Desired.I adjusted the camera again, letting it tilt a little lower. My shirt slipped slightly, revealing just a little more, and I didn’t stop it. My heart was racing now, but it wasn’t just nerves. It was that spark of curiosity growing hotter, brighter.“You know,” he said, his voice soft but steady, “you could show me more… if you want.”His words sent a shiver through me, and I bit my lip, considering. My fingers twitched, and for the first time, I thought about actually doing it—showing him more. Letting him see me. But instead, I hesitated, my gaze flicking back to him. “What… what would you do?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.He smirked, leaning back in his chair again, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’d tell you how fucking gorgeous you are,” he said, his tone low and smooth. “How I can’t stop thinking about you. How much I wanna see more of you.”The way he said it—so direct, so honest—made my breath catch. My skin felt like it was on fire, every inch of me hyper-aware. I wanted to hear more. I wanted… more.“Maybe next time,” I said softly, my voice trembling despite the playful tone I was trying for.He nodded, his smile easy. “Whenever you’re ready.”The air between us felt charged, heavy with something unspoken but so, so present. I could feel it pulling at me, tempting me to lean into it, to take that next step. But for now, I stayed where I was, my heart racing, my skin tingling, and that warmth low in my stomach growing hotter. For now, I just looked at him, my breath shallow, my body alive in a way I hadn’t felt before. And I knew—this wasn’t the end. This was just the beginning.

The link stared back at me, blinking like a dare. My thumb hovered over it, trembling slightly. My heart was already pounding, a wild rhythm in my chest that made me feel both electrified and terrified. I glanced at the message again—his last text—just the video link, nothing else. No pressure. Just waiting.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry despite the glass of wine I’d just finished. My oversized tee clung to me, soft and warm from the shower, the fabric brushing against my skin in a way that felt suddenly… deliberate. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The thought made my stomach twist, a mix of nerves and something hotter, something I couldn’t quite name yet.

“You’re being ridiculous,” I whispered to myself, though the words did nothing to calm the storm in my head. I glanced at the clock—late enough that the world outside was quiet, early enough that I wasn’t completely drunk. Just… loose. My fingers twitched, and before I could overthink it, I tapped the link.

The screen flickered, and then there he was. Hoodie on, messy dark hair, sitting back in his chair like he had all the time in the world. His eyes met mine through the screen, and he smiled—soft, casual, no pressure. Not the kind of smile that made me feel like a piece of meat. It was… patient. Like he’d wait forever if he had to.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and steady. It rolled through me, warm and calm, like he was standing right next to me instead of miles away. 

“Hey,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. My camera was still off, and I clutched my phone tighter, my palms slick with sweat. 

He tilted his head slightly, studying me through the screen. “You okay?”

I nodded quickly, though I wasn’t sure if it was the truth. “Yeah. Just… nervous.”

“That’s okay,” he said, his tone so gentle it made my stomach flutter. “No pressure, alright? If you want to show me, I’d really like that. But it’s up to you.”

His words wrapped around me, easing some of the tension in my shoulders. I took a deep breath, my fingers hovering over the camera icon. My heart thundered in my chest, but there was something else now—a spark of curiosity, of excitement. I wanted to see where this would go.

I tapped the icon.

The screen shifted, and suddenly, I saw myself—my face, my bare shoulder, the curve of my chest just visible under the edge of my shirt. My cheeks burned, but I didn’t look away. I waited, holding my breath, for his reaction.

His eyes softened, and that smile deepened. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low and quiet, like it was just for me.

The butterflies hit me hard, a warm ache spreading through my chest and lower. I felt myself blush deeper, but I didn’t cover up. Instead, I adjusted the camera, letting it tilt down just slightly. My thighs were bare, crossed under me, the hem of my shirt riding up enough to reveal a sliver of skin. I didn’t fix it.

He leaned forward, his eyes on me, steady and intense but not… creepy. Like he was fascinated but in control. “You sure you’ve never done this before?” he asked, his voice teasing now.

I laughed, shaking my head. “First time.”

His smile widened. “You’re a natural.”

The way he said it made something inside me tighten, a warmth pooling low in my stomach. I shifted slightly, the fabric of my shirt brushing against my skin in a way that felt deliberate now, teasing. I could feel the air in the room suddenly heavier, like every breath I took was charged with something electric.

He didn’t say anything else, just kept watching me, his gaze steady. It was overwhelming but in the best way—like he was seeing me, really seeing me, and it made me feel… wanted. Desired.

I adjusted the camera again, letting it tilt a little lower. My shirt slipped slightly, revealing just a little more, and I didn’t stop it. My heart was racing now, but it wasn’t just nerves. It was that spark of curiosity growing hotter, brighter.

“You know,” he said, his voice soft but steady, “you could show me more… if you want.”

His words sent a shiver through me, and I bit my lip, considering. My fingers twitched, and for the first time, I thought about actually doing it—showing him more. Letting him see me. 

But instead, I hesitated, my gaze flicking back to him. “What… what would you do?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He smirked, leaning back in his chair again, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’d tell you how fucking gorgeous you are,” he said, his tone low and smooth. “How I can’t stop thinking about you. How much I wanna see more of you.”

The way he said it—so direct, so honest—made my breath catch. My skin felt like it was on fire, every inch of me hyper-aware. I wanted to hear more. I wanted… more.

“Maybe next time,” I said softly, my voice trembling despite the playful tone I was trying for.

He nodded, his smile easy. “Whenever you’re ready.”

The air between us felt charged, heavy with something unspoken but so, so present. I could feel it pulling at me, tempting me to lean into it, to take that next step. But for now, I stayed where I was, my heart racing, my skin tingling, and that warmth low in my stomach growing hotter. 

For now, I just looked at him, my breath shallow, my body alive in a way I hadn’t felt before. And I knew—this wasn’t the end. This was just the beginning.

A woman, new to the world of live video calls, finds herself drawn to a man's calm and confident energy. Through a series of late-night conversations and a spontaneous video call, she explores her boundaries and desires, experiencing a sense of empowerment and curiosity as she navigates this new territory.

I tried video sex for the first time

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