Rekindled (Ch. 02: The Incident)

II. The Incident (Six Months Prior)

Mari knew what she liked and needed. And having mostly given up on finding anything that passingly resembled her likes or needs on the local dating scene and knowing she would be in her current town for less than a year, she spent her Friday nights in, gooning.

Between her crappy retail job and cam work with a few, select clients on prescheduled nights each week, her Friday night, broke-girl plans in her crappy apartment consisted of the same comforts: smoking a joint, a long shower, a couple glasses of wine, and a date with a steamy romantasy fanfic she'd been reading. She devoured a several chapter deep entry in her fave elven-mommy-dommey on mere-mortal-girl smut category, her mouth savoring the wine at a much more tempered pace than her eyes ravishing the words. Soon, she welcomed the familiar presence of her face flush from the pinot and her clit swelling from the pages. Her favorite pillow between her thighs with the lovense slid inside her, teasing herself mercilessly as she grinded her hungry pussy against the soft pillowcase.

After an hour of reading and edging herself, and just starting to fall asleep from the wine, Mari decided it was time to finish. There were a couple of her online girl friends--people who helped share her own linktree when she did more regular camgirl work--whose content she subscribed to. Even though money was tight, she made sure to pay a monthly fee for some of those friends who helped her get started and establish her small base of regular clients.

Fuck yes, Mari thought to herself, SpaceCakez is still live.

SpaceCakez had both curves and a subscriber count that blew Mari's mind.

It was less about Cakez body, though, and more about her persona, her performance. Cakez was so in control of her body until the exact moment she let go, so in command of the room. When she collabed with other women, every moment of pleasure seemed real, seemed deep.

And tonight was no exception; she was collabing with someone she didn't recognize, at least from the curly, long black hair on the back of the head. Cakez was pushing down into herself as she grinded against the obscured face. Mari started grinding against the pillow with abandon, imagining she had that same stranger between her legs, imagining whatever they were doing to Cakez they were doing to her. She matched Cakez's movements and intensity, and every moan and stretched muscle and pleasure pang Cakez experienced got Mari closer.

Fuck this was a good session: Cakez's performances were always so beautiful, verging on cinematic. Mari swore Cakez could seem to have chemistry with anyone, but this was one of the hottest; whoever it was was doing it right, and if those particular eyes rolling back and moaned sweet, obscene nothings were faked, then Cakez and her guest deserved a pair of goddamned oscars: one for acting and one for sound production.

As Cakez neared climax, announcing to the stream that she was gonna cum, so did Mari. Mari stared into Cakez's eyes on the screen and down at that beautiful head of curly black hair, this magnificent, slender stranger, and then back to Cakez's eyes as she screamed, her perfect thighs clenching around the stranger as Cakez whole body shaked in what looked like a deliciously prolonged orgasm. Mari came, too, imagining she was also squeezing the stranger approvingly between her thighs, trembling at witnessing that moment of pleasure.

Her mind still overflowing from the intoxicating swirl of endorphins and dopamine, she watched as the stranger turned around, Cakez's juices dripping down her gorgeous face--hazel eyes and dark hair, and facial features Mari was sure she recognized.

Holy fuck, that looks just like Ev--she thought, as SpaceCakes continued "say hi, Emma!"

"Heya" said the guest, who stood up and waved. She was one of the prettiest women Mari had ever seen, and she happened to be transgender, Mari noticed from Emma's quite erect girlcock. That... that looks just like they genderswapped my situationship roommate, Mari thought, still a bit blissed out, but... he wouldn't of... I mean, I guess then her now, but, no? Right?

Mari didn't usually use the chat much, she was more voyeuristic--especially when she was high--but she had a thought about her roommate's ankle tattoo, a Rocko from Rocko's Modern Life that looked just botched enough it had to have been the only one like it in the world, a dare from Mari one night when they were both too high with too little entertainment in this shithole town.

"Let's see Emma's feet," Mari asked.

While it took a few minutes of Cakez's well-done crowd work and addressing some of the chats left while she was otherwise disposed, Cakez finally read her comment. Mari was sure, by then, after staring at this Emma's face that it couldn't be, but she still found herself holding her breath as as Cakez responded.

"Hey, Emma, give me your foot for a second" she laughed, "Marsbars is a fun kind of freak and wants to see" Cakez's said, adjusting the camera.

And there, there on the ankle of one of the hottest women Mari had ever seen was a motherfucking shit tat version of trademarked wallaby.

On screen, Emma got in front of the camera, her whimsical, enjoying the moment facial expression changing to one of concern, "Mari?" the woman asked.

Embarrassed and unsure what she could even begin to say, Mari quickly shut the laptop and lay there, awake, for hours. Tossing in her bed, she couldn't escape the memories of being with before-Emma, of deep guilt for how Mari left things.

How do you say "sorry I shattered your heart and then accidentally came to you eating out another woman?"

It turns out you don't, and the more time passes the more awkward it feels.