Stacey's WebCam Fan

By Priscilla Laster

Stacey's story encompasses how teasing (over) web-cam can quickly escalate into a deep need to meet face to face. Stacey's an 18-year-old, bomb-shell brunette who sets out to meet a (slightly older) man she’s enjoyed teasing from home. Stanley turns out to be a semi-confident stutterer who’s in for a very interesting sequence of endeavors. Enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Priscilla Laster
• Release date: May 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311409232

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Stacey’s Webcam Fan

By: Priscilla Laster

Introduction:

The story encompasses how web-cam teasing can quickly escalate into real-world-dating. Stacey is an 18-year-old, bomb-shell brunette who sets out to meet a (slightly older) man she’s enjoyed teasing over the webcam. Stanley is a semi-confident stutterer who’s in for a very interesting sequence of endeavors. Enjoy.

Erotica, Romance, Webcam, Skinny, Cyber, Online Dating, Bi-Sexual

Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

Chapter 1

Stacey was brushing her teeth when her mother called upstairs.

Hey guys, I’m home!

Marcy’s 36, divorced, confident and very successful. She still has a gorgeous shape. No one could guess she’s had any children.

I brought you guys KFC, so come on and eat!

Stacey rinsed her mouth out.

Eeew, you know I stopped eating meat, Mom, and besides, it’s Thursday. Phillip is at work ‘till 11. she explained with her breath smelling sweetly of peppermint.

A very confident, jovial Stacey decided to become a vegetarian a month ago, and it seemed (to her) that her mother was trying to goad her into eating meat again. Stacey is just as gorgeous as her mother. It’s really no wonder where she gets her looks and flirtatious confidence. She still lives at home; perhaps in no rush to find herself. She’s a beautiful 18-year-old that prefers to relax in a white tank-top when she has nothing scheduled do or nowhere to go. Unlike most 18-year-olds, this brunette is very responsible. She must have inherited that from a younger version of Marcy. These days; her mother is choosing a (much more) ‘carefree’ pattern of enjoying her life. Don’t take this the wrong way. She’s not a bad mother at all. Actually, she’s fun to be around.

Awww, come on, kiddo. You’re too skinny. You need protein. Can’t you eat just a little?

Marcy took off her purse and set it on the chair next to the door. Her heels clicked softly on the tile floor of the living room on her way to the kitchen as Stacey came down the stairs. Her mother was dressed to kill in a knee-length charcoal skirt and low-cut blouse. This was normal... Marcy’s the regional director of marketing for Abercrombie and Fitch, and she needed to look good for work.

I get plenty of protein, remember?

Stacey had just been to her doctor, and they went over her diet in front of Marcy. Doctor Salarian was impressed with the young lady’s knowledge of nutrition, and had endorsed her decision to be a vegetarian, as long as she got a blood test in six months to ensure that she had indeed been eating enough protein. Stacey also agreed to eat fish once a month, just to end the debate about her diet. Marcy sighed heavily, setting the bucket of fried chicken down on the small table. She went to the cupboard, and took out a small bottle of Seagram’s gin. The bottle was not going to be enough for Marcy. Stacey had known that her mother was an alcoholic for about a year now, and she knew a drunken evening when she saw one. After some greasy chicken and a couple of glasses of gin, she would get restless and run out to a bar with a friend or two.

Got any biscuits? Stacey asked, pulling out a couple of plates and two settings of silverware.

She set the table as her mother poured her gin over ice, adding just a splash of diet 7-up.

Marcy smiled.

Sure do, and some corn and Cole slaw. she said, sitting down to a plate that Stacey was filling for her.

The young lady was giving her mother a large helping of chicken and no biscuits. When Marcy’sn’t in a relationship, she would refuse to eat any bread whatsoever, thinking that this dietary concession would help her lose weight. Of course, it was Marcy that was too skinny, and not because she didn’t eat bread, but because she threw up so much of what she did eat. Still, she was young, and most of the damage from the alcoholism wasn’t showing up yet. Marcy’s still very pretty, with shoulder-length chestnut hair, beautiful tanned skin, and a fantastic smile... all the testimony of fantastic genes. Stacey served herself next, hoping to climb into the chair without her mother noticing that she wasn’t wearing any panties beneath her small red dress. Stacey was a nudist, and Marcy always had to chastise her daughter for running around the house nude.

Marcy didn’t notice, instead devoting her attention to another cocktail.

So how was school? she asked, her voice just beginning to get the hazy quality that precedes slurring.

She must have been drinking in the car on the way home again.

It was great. In Mrs. Barnes’ class, we’re reading Where the Red Fern Grows.

Mrs. Barnes was her elementary school teacher at a fancy private school just down the street. She continued.

Prof. Harsteed has me reading Paradise Lost by John Milton!

Prof. Harsteed was her literature professor at the community college outreach program Stacey had just started attending. Stacey was only eighteen, but she was reading like a grad student. After her elementary school had informed Marcy that the young lady was gifted, they had decided to try her out at the local community college. She tested off the charts at composition and grammar, and her comprehension and retention levels were like nothing the school had seen. Only her math skills were average, and she studied hard enough to do pretty well there.

Paradise Lost? Isn’t that the religious one with Adam and Eve?

Marcy looked lost.

Yeah, but they haven’t been introduced yet. We’re still at the part where Satan and the fallen angels are all planning to corrupt God’s creation. Stacey stated in matter-of-fact manner.

The family wasn’t at all religious, but her mother had a look of concern on her face.

Isn’t that a little dark, sweetie? I wish you would have taken that Women’s Literature course instead. Marcy opined, gnawing on a bone.

Women write about nice things, not Satan and hell.

Well, then you would have had to drive me to and from school every week, and you know I can handle it. I already read the Divine Comedies, and that’s way harder, and half of that takes place in hell, whereas Paradise Lost takes place mostly in heaven, at least so far. Stacey said, seeming very excited.

She was squirming around in her seat, and she had to stop herself from climbing on the chair.

My little book critic. Marcy said teasingly.

Hopefully an editor or author, not a critic. Who wants to cut things down for a living? Stacey pondered, finishing her biscuit and beginning her cheap vegetables. She wanted to be pickier about not eating fast food, but she also wanted her mother to leave for the night, so she ate the Cole slaw, imagining that the mayonnaise was actually semen.

[What would semen taste like?] She thought to herself. Everything she found online seemed to indicate that it would taste salty, but besides salty...

Earth to Stacey! So which one is it?

Marcy had been talking to her as she drifted off.

Huh? I’m sorry, I was thinking about class. Stacey says slurping up the last of her Cole slaw.

What’s your favorite book? God, if you’re this bad now, what are you going to be like as a teenager when you discover boys and shopping? Marcy wondered.

If she only knew, thought Stacey.

Probably The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde. That one was so funny.

Marcy smiled.

Well, I think you’d make a good critic. I’d read everything you recommended. she said, getting up to clear off the table.

Yeah right. You read all that stuff in college, but you don’t read now, not like me. Stacey said with an air of distinction.

Don’t get a big head, a skinny young lady like you will topple over. Marcy said, ruffling the young lady’s fine auburn hair and kissing her on the forehead.

I’m not skinny, I’m just tall.

Okay, okay. Marcy apologized lovingly.

So are you studying tonight? I was thinking I might go out with Suzie and Karen.

[Perfect.]

Yeah, I’ve got a test next week, so I was going to read all night. Stacey said, barely able to hide her delight.

She had been planning tonight for days, and the only way she could be sure she wasn’t interrupted was to be alone.

Okay, but call me if you need anything. You know where to find the phone numbers, so call Suzie and Karen if I don’t answer right away. Marcy said, already running up to the bathroom to change.

and don’t stop calling until you get a hold of me.

Mom! You go over this every time! Just go have fun! Stacey shouted after her mom. She put the leftover chicken into a plastic tub, and washed her hands.

And if you are awake when Phil comes home.

Phil is her older brother. He’s twenty years old and obviously not in any rush to leave home. In a way he doesn’t have to. He’s a college student. A music student at the local community college, and a notorious stoner. Both he and his mother thinks that Stacey doesn’t know that Phil smokes pot, but the posters for bands like Sublime and the smell coming from the garage at night had spoiled that secret a while ago.

Let him know about the chicken!

She would be asleep by then, but she knew that her brother was likely to spend the night with his girlfriend anyway. If for some reason he came home early, she would hear him come through the garage, and he never bothered her unless she was holding some money from their mom.

Okay! Don’t worry about the dishes; I’ll clean them up before I go to school. I have a late start tomorrow.

Thanks honey! I love you! Remember to call me if you need anything! Marcy said, pulling on her knee-high leather boots.

Stacey could see up her skirt to the black lace thong she was wearing.

[If only you weren’t my mom,] she thought to herself,

[I would pull off those panties with my teeth.] A delightful tingling sensation flew through Stacey’s body from the top of her head to her toes, and back again to rest in her stomach as a nice warm feeling. Marcy blew her daughter a kiss and walked through the door to the attached garage. Stacy smiled, shrugged her right shoulder in just such a way as to let the strap fall from her tiny shoulder. Her hand went to the other strap and flitted it off her shoulder as one might shoo a fly, and before the garage door shut, Stacey was gone, and in her place, a naked Skinny_Girl_41 stood smiling. It was time to have some fun. She signed on to her account, and entered the chat room. Sure enough, several of her fans were already logged in. Within seconds, she had several requests for private chat. There was Knobby_Gent, a middle-aged bald man who she had dealt with a few times... but she hated how he always told her what to do: suck that cucumber, take that off, bend over... he was too bossy. There was Lord_of_Wood, a handsome early fifties gray haired man who reminded her of her grandfather... until he started to get excited, then he had a real problem with language: you’re just such a dirty fucking slut, you are such a filthy little whore... he needed to knock it off with the insults. Then there