I lowered my voice instantly to a whisper. "What?"

She smiled at my panic, like she found it cute. "Don't worry, the microphone's off. And the camera's all on me, not you, so you have nothing to worry about."

"These are your 'friends'?"

She shook her head. "Just a webcam site. I don't know any of them... though I guess some of them might know me, I've been here before."

"Well, could you get off?"

Her smile widened to a grin. "Oh, you want me to get off? With all these strangers watching? Okay, if you insist..."

"That's not what I meant and you know it..."

"Too bad. I think all these guys want a show, and I'd hate to disappoint them..."

"Please, Lily... don't you want to have sex with me?"

"Of course I do..." she said, then shook her head, determined. "But that's not up to me. The camera's on, and you're welcome to come over here and join me... so you've got two choices, you can sit and watch and let me tease you, or you can help me give them a real show..."

I knew that she wanted me to choose the second option. While I wanted to please her, and pleasure her, I couldn't do that. The thought of going on camera, where a careless motion could expose my face to the world, terrified me. My first instinct was, of course, to go over and shut off her computer, but I knew that would piss her off, and I certainly didn't want that. Not only was there the obvious reason that I still wanted to have sex with her that day, but angry people are apt to do irrational things. I'd always feared that if I got Lily too mad, she might decide to tell on me. In a way, she had all the power in the relationship, because of that fear, but I don't think she ever completely realized that.

So with giving in to what I knew she wanted and forcibly ending her little game both off the table, I could only sit and watch. Or leave, I suppose, that might have made a statement, but she was still so beautiful and how could I turn away?

So I watched. I carefully found a spot on her bed that was out of view of the camera, and yet which also let me see her screen from afar. At that moment, she had the camera focused on her torso. Words scrolled past the chat window, or occasionally popped up to the side in what must have been private messages, and it took a second before I realized they weren't English. "What are they saying?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "It's Russian, and Google Translate's not working. They're probably trying to get me to show my tits though." She adjusted the camera again so they could see her face and upper chest. She the strap over her left shoulder fall off and drag part of the dress with it, threatening to expose a nipple but never quite getting there. "Anyway, I can talk and people will think I'm just reading something aloud or that I don't know they can't hear me." When she said it, I noticed that's just what she was doing, talking while staring into the screen, as though she was reading. "And really, anything I want to do, they'll think somebody's asking me to do it in a private message. Serge taught me all this, he used to coach me over Messenger." At the mention of his name my blood started to boil a little. It was bad enough he was taking advantage of her and nursing the exhibitionist tendency for his own pleasure, but to get her to strip in front of a crowd of strangers? Once again, I wanted to do something, and once again I felt powerless, and so my hatred joined my anxiety at that pit in the bottom of my stomach as I watched her perform.

It was unquestionably a performance, she teased a lot at first without really showing anything. She posed in her dress, lifted it just enough to show her upper thigh, or pulled the top aside almost enough to reveal a nipple. By the time she flashed her underwear, I already had about half an erection, and those tight purple panties pushed me to three quarters. They must have been about a size too small, and clung closely enough to her body that you could make out the crease in her butt from behind, and the slight bump of her mound in front.

She got a lot of mileage out of that, standing up, raising the dress to her navel, and showing off for a few seconds before sitting back down. "Okay," I said, hoping to cut it off there. "I think they're sufficiently teased."

"You're right," she said. "I really should give them a little something more than teasing." She focused the camera on her midsection again, hopped a little so the bottom of the dress wasn't caught under her ass, then began raising it, ever so slowly. She held for a few seconds first above the navel, and then again just under the breast, but finally those pert pink nipples were revealed to an audience.

Lily posed like that a few times, turning back and forth, and then let the dress drop again. After that, she spent a minute or two curled up in the chair with her legs spread, and focused the camera directly on her panties, and, occasionally, her hand stroking the edge or outside of it.

The camera flipped back up to her face and Lily looked into it wide-eyed, like somebody had just proposed something astonishing, and then she smiled coquettishly and stood up. Her hands went under her dress and she pulled off the panties entirely and displayed them for the camera, before setting them aside. "Think half of these guys would cum just seeing my ass..."

"Come on, Lily," I suggested when she dropped the camera to her legs again and threatened to raise the dress and reveal what should be her private parts. "Why don't you turn the camera off and then I can make YOU cum..."

"Or you could come on cam and make me cum even harder." I frowned. "You should be happy, I'm making it easy for you, all these guys going crazy, I'm getting close to popping already."

"I don't mind getting you there myself... I prefer it, in fact."

"Spoilsport." Ignoring my wishes, she teased some more, and finally, the teasing stopped, and she showed her pussy. Once that was done, it was only a minute before she took the dress off entirely, naked except for her socks (which she later removed, she explained, "for the foot fetishists"), and sat. She spread her pussy a few times and ran her fingers along the edge, then leaned forward to give a close-up of a nipple, which she squeezed. One last adjustment of the camera was to come, where one could see her whole body, lounging backwards in the chair, legs spread, while she began to masturbate in earnest. Her eyes closed for a few seconds at a time, but always returned back to the screen, and only sometimes to me.

Then, suddenly, she frowned, took her finger out of her pussy, and sat back up in her seat normally. "Fuck..." She clicked frantically at something a few moments, before reporting. "I got banned."

"Took them long enough," I muttered.

"It's no big deal," she said. "I can just get my proxy to give me a new IP and make a new account..."

"Do you have to?" I asked. "I'm pretty hard here and I kind of want you to myself." Her mouth opened, and before she could say anything, I added, "And I'm not going to do it on cam, no matter what you say, at least not today." I shouldn't have added that last bit... I knew it would probably make her give up for the moment, but only encourage her to continue trying in the future, because I left hope. I could tell that by her smile.

"Okay, fine," she said, and she helped me get undressed.

We had sex then, and I made her cum just in time, for not two minutes later the doorbell rang with our food. After we ate, we didn't do anything else sexual, mostly because I was too afraid her Mom would come home, but we talked a little and watched part of a movie.

Aunt Kelly didn't call, at least not until long after Lily would have been home even if she had stopped at my place, and then it was just to tell Lily she was on her way home. I took that opportunity to leave... even if I had the perfect excuse, of permission from her father, I didn't want mother's intuition working on any of the nonverbal body language we might have. Lily said that if anybody asked, she'd say I was there until her mother called, but that nobody would ask. Later, she'd point out she was right. Nobody did. As far as her mother was concerned, I was never there, and her father probably assumed I'd stayed the whole time, as promised.