"So how do you receive the tea if you can't actually fit the pallet in the door?" The image of Cayen on Glire's screen smudged a moment during a blip in the connection, before snapping back to a clear picture. "We dump the pallet in the alley, break it down, and carry it in piece by piece. It's pretty absurd." "What happens when it rains?" Cayen waggled a small knife at the camera. She'd used it to separate the leaves of the compressed cake of pu'erh she was drinking. "We still have to do that. Would you believe, I've got a golf umbrella in the back just for when it rains? I get someone to hold it while I unload everything. That's why there's always three people around, or two and me up in the apartment, during receiving days. One in front, one to unload, and one to hold the umbrella." Glire snickered. "You're right, that is absurd." Cayen leaned back in her seat and brought the tea to her nose. "Mm. God, this tea is fantastic." "Yeah? What's this one like?" "Concord grapes and leather." She grinned. "Kinky." She took another sip. "Leather, eh. What do they do, wrap it in leather, or..." "Nah, it's the miracle of fermentation. It just does this naturally." Cayen drained her tea, and set the cup aside. "I don't know how you can drink tea this late." "My mouth works fine at any hour of the day. As well you know." "Aha, um, yes." Glire looked away shyly, feeling herself blush. "I meant the caffeine." "Oh, that's just 'cause my body's used to it. It just doesn't affect me the way it affects other people..." She yawned. "...See?" "Is it time to sign off, then?" "Yeah, I think so." "Okay. I should probably start to wind down myself anyway. Have a good night, Cayen." "You too. Sleep well!" Cayen shifted her eyes, clicked some buttons, and then sat back. The video call never ended. Glire furrowed her brows. Did the call bug out? "...Cayen?" she said, and got no response. Cayen had clearly moved on to something else, typing something out. "O...kay..." She moved her mouse over the end-call button. And just... looked, for a moment. Cayen's eyes were scanning across the screen, somewhere below the webcam. The soft blue-white glow of the screen lit up her face from the front, bringing out the cyan of her eyes and the green dots tipping her piercings. She still wore her work uniform, the top two buttons unbuttoned and the lapels peeled back to expose most of the dark red-orange fur of her upper chest. Glire saw her mouth move a bit, still rolling the taste of the tea around in her mouth. A few moments later, finished with whatever it was she was doing, she clicked something else, sat back, and read some more while she started to undo her top. Glire glanced at the cursor. She told herself she really should end the call before she saw anything. But... she couldn't bring herself to do it. She let go of her mouse, but she didn't move the cursor. It was there to be pressed whenever she wanted to. One by one, Cayen unbuttoned each button, and then took the shirt off. Underneath was a utilitarian black bra. She scrolled down the screen to keep reading, then reached behind her, and a moment later, the bra slid down her arms as well. Glire swallowed. The distinct tension of her sense of propriety pulled against the desire to watch her friend and lover in this incredibly intimate and private moment. She was torn, so she was indecisive, so she kept watching. Cayen, oblivious to all this, reached down and out of frame. A moment later, she turned, bent double, and slipped her skirt off, her face going out of frame; underneath was a pair of black boyshort panties with lace going up the sides. Her breasts wobbled under her as gravity pulled them away from her chest. Glire felt herself stirring. She had this front-row seat to Cayen's body, and though she'd seen it before, she'd never been in a position where the only thing she could do is look at it. She'd been tied to furniture, unable to touch, but the touching was done by her partners. She'd given, watched shows on camera before, but there was flirtation, the push and pull of teasing and offering wordless sounds of approval. This was something entirely new. Her quiet observation made her notice more details, evidence of things that she knew existed but never really thought about. Swells of defined muscles showed underneath Cayen's fur, on her arms, on her stomach, along her back. Her breasts just barely creased against her ribs at the bottom when she stood upright, and her dark bronze nipples matched the orange-red of her fur. Her well-toned behind was framed nicely by her panties, curving fluidly into powerful thighs. Every part of Cayen's body looked strong, strong enough to run, jump, and climb just about anything. Glire knew she was attracted to Cayen because of her personality, by their history, but her body was incredibly sexy in its own right. Cayen walked out of frame, and Glire bit her lip. Now she had no excuse whatsoever not to end the call, right? She saw some things, now she should hang up and go to bed. ...But she took her mouse off the button. She couldn't do it. Her curiosity got the better of her. What does Cayen do when she thinks nobody is watching her? Glire unplugged the headphones and mouse from her laptop, took it off the charger, and carried it with her into the bathroom while she brushed her teeth. Cayen was sitting on the side of her bed by this time, her shoes off, and was in the process of taking off her socks. After peeling each one off, she brought them to her nose briefly. Glire felt herself blushing. Cayen had confessed a very particular olfactory fixation to her once, so the significance of the gesture was not lost on her. The soles of her feet tingled with the memory of what happened when she agreed to let Cayen indulge that kink. Quickly finishing up and washing out her mouth, she walked through her condo, most of the lights already off, and used the light of the screen to pour herself a glass of water, her eyes mostly glued to the screen. Cayen flicked the lights in her apartment off, and some sort of night-time mode engaged itself on Cayen's webcam. Everything showed up in surprising detail in white, green, and black. Cayen had already gotten into bed and was currently stretched diagonally all the way out on it, with her feet pointing roughly towards the computer. She looked tiny on the futon, a four-foot-nine body on a full queen-size bed. Even with her arms stretched out above her, she didn't reach from one end to the other. She sighed deeply, and her arms descended, palming both breasts and rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Glire went back to her room, laptop in one hand, water in the other, and set the glass on her nightstand while putting the laptop on the bed. This seemed so wrong, but... It's what you were hoping to see, came a voice in the back of her head. This is why you didn't hang up. Glire tore her gaze away while she settled into bed. That much was... admittedly true. She wasn't aware of it, not consciously, but... she wanted to see Cayen doing something sexy. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. A little rustle was picked up by the microphone, and she turned back to the screen, putting the laptop on her belly. Cayen's breasts jiggled with the way her fingers tugged her nipples up and down, playing with the bounciness of her breasts, and then pulled fairly hard on them. Glire couldn't really see the expression on Cayen's face behind her arms and her breasts, and Cayen wasn't really squirming or arching at all. Glire began to think about how her reactions are different when she's having sex with someone versus when she's masturbating, how she's more likely to moan and wiggle with a partner to see it. It felt natural, but at the same time, she knew it wouldn't be what would happen if she did the same things to herself in private. The thought process made her go very quiet. 'This really is private,' she thought. 'Cayen doesn't know I'm here.' She felt a little bit guilty for that, but at the moment, it was buried under too much arousal. One of Cayen's hands made its way between her legs and began rubbing up and down. Her legs weren't spread wide, she didn't display anything; she had enough room for her hand, and all Glire could see was the way her hand curled and moved. She felt a rush of heat to her groin, and her pants suddenly felt quite tight. She could imagine the rest. Cayen's hand withdrew, and the other one took its place; the first came up to Cayen's face, and she nuzzled at it, lapping up and down along her fingers. She'd never seen Cayen do this before. It looked like she was... instead of fellating her fingers, she was licking them like labia, complete with the taste. Cayen let out a little moan. Glire unconsciously mirrored it. Glire's mind went blank as she watched. Cayen's fingers worked rapidly between her legs, rubbing in circles, building up her pleasure quickly. She wasn't teasing herself; she was getting off quickly and efficiently. She let out another little moan, muffled by her tongue against her fingers, and drew her legs up, planting her feet on the futon. Glire could just make out a little bit of Cayen's vulva underneath her fingers. Slowly, Glire's hand went between her legs, and she rubbed herself through her pants. The forbidden, almost clandestine nature of the pleasure intensified it, and she bit her lip. Having Cayen here in front of her made her feel like she was touching herself in public -- Cayen was right there, for all Cayen believed she was alone. Cayen mewled. The sound was telling; she was close to orgasm. Glire felt herself staring, unblinking, making sure she saw every moment-- and then furrowed her brow as the stream froze momentarily. "No, no, no!" she whispered at the screen, trying to will it back, but the stream returned on its own pace, smudged with compression artifacts. It snapped back to a clear picture a moment before Cayen's back arched, whimpering and moaning in an efficient, no-nonsense orgasm. Glire felt out of breath, watching Cayen luxuriate in her post-orgasmic bliss on the screen. Her shaft began to ache as it pressed, bent in two, against the front of her pants, and she slipped her hand into her waistnband to adjust herself. The sudden rush of warmth nearly made her moan. ...And, well, since it was time for bed anyway, she decided now was a good time to disrobe, putting the laptop to one side. Her pants were halfway down her thighs when she saw Cayen look at her... or at least, the camera... and say "I know you're watching." She whimpered, literally caught with her pants down. "I can't hear you, if you're trying to say something." Cayen continued. "I muted you and minimized the window, but I'd have heard the call-end noise by now if you'd hung up." Glire felt like her face was on fire, and she seriously considered hiding in a closet, under the bed, or in a very deep hole. "A couple of weeks ago, we talked about, like, voyeurism and stuff, and you said you were interested, and well, I... wanted to try it. I mean, you know about the surveillance thing, it's not like I haven't recorded myself hundreds of times. But still. It was pretty hot." "Uh-huh," Glire said to herself, feeling some guilt dissipate. Cayen rolled over onto her side. "I'm gonna go to sleep now. You can leave the call going and watch me if you want, or hang up, or whatever." She yawned hugely, and started sleep-slurring, her voice fading. "An' I hope you come nice and hard if you haven't already. Don't make me go over there and do it for you..." Cayen quieted, and Glire did too. She felt an almost tangible stillness coming through the screen, and even though a part of her knew Cayen couldn't see or hear her, she still got up and turned off the light for courtesy's sake, moving quietly in the dark as she changed into her pyjamas. She mulled over Cayen's last few words, and her stomach gave a little lurch as she realized what Cayen said she could do if she wanted. She couldn't say no to that. She took a little bottle of lube and a towel into bed, and slipped under the sheets. The laptop rested beside her at chest height, and she slid her pyjama pants down, exposing the erection tenting them. She arranged the towel against her belly, poured some lube into her hand, wrapped the slick hand around herself, and folded the towel over everything to avoid making a mess. She then pulled the covers over herself, put the laptop back on her stomach, propped her head up on a folded-up pillow, and, everything arranged just how it should be... she began stroking. The screen was how it was before Glire got up. Cayen had apparently opted to sleep without covers on, so her body was on display while she slept. Glire wanted to moan, but stifled it. The irrational fear of getting caught still loomed in her mind, even though she already /was/ caught. Up and down her hand stroked, slick and soft, moving slowly so as not to make too much of a schlicking noise. Her mind began to shift, recontextualize, and suddenly she pictured herself next to Cayen in bed, penetrating her in her sleep. They'd talked about that too. Glire bit her lip and went even slower. She couldn't wake Cayen up. She watched Cayen nestle into a more comfortable position, on her side with her legs drawn up. Glire could easily picture herself spooning the feline, so she turned onto her side and put the laptop beside her. She stilled her hand and began thrusting slowly into it. God, it felt amazing... she recalled the last time she had sex with Cayen like this, feeling her soft flesh wrap around her while her toned backside pressed into her groin... She imagined rolling Cayen over, taking advantage of her flexible spine, and kissing her while she thrust into her, the taste of concord grapes and leather in her mouth. In her fantasy, Cayen didn't wake up, even twisted around, deeply penetrated, and thoroughly kissed. It all felt so wrong, but in that moment, she didn't care, even the wrongness only acted as an intensifier. Her thrusts became a little less smooth, a little more forceful, her eyes roving Cayen's body while her brain bombarded her with images and sensations. The softness of Cayen's breasts under her hands, the wetness of her pussy, the warmth of her body pressed up against Glire's... she felt her orgasm coming, her shaft twitching in her hand, and she imagined herself burying her face in Cayen's hair, holding her tight, and thoroughly using her sleeping body. She thrust once more, twice more, and came, her cum spurting over and over into her hand and the towel. Her hips thrust erratically, her hand squeezing tightly on each withdrawal, milking herself, little gasps of pleasure escaping her as her shaft went from gushing to trickling to nothing at all. Her eyes never once left Cayen's sleeping body. She lay there a moment, feeling a deep release wash over her. It wasn't just the release of an orgasm; it was the release of getting to do the forbidden, even if it wasn't really forbidden. Her shaft still pulsed in her hand, and the bloom of afterglow was still spreading through her limbs. She went to close the lid of the laptop... and still couldn't. She was captivated by getting to watch Cayen sleep. Cayen trusted her enough to let her watch Cayen sleep, and she felt some strange obligation to watch over her, even if she was going to sleep herself. She decided just to turn the sound off and the brightness down, and wiped herself off on the towel, tossing it towards the laundry hamper to pick up in the morning. "Night, Cayen," she whispered, and closed her eyes. --- Cayen woke gradually, and groped for the sheets... and found only fur. Her brain tried to parse... did she kick off she sheets again in the night? She rolled onto her back, felt a certain post-masturbatory stickiness, and remembered. She wondered if Glire liked the show. It was a little nerve-wracking that she had no direct feedback from Glire. She was reasonably certain that watching her masturbate wouldn't have been offensive, but... was the angle okay? Did she look sexy? She wasn't /trying/ to be sexy, but she still wanted to be. She stretched, got up, and padded over to the computer table, turning the monitor back on. Maybe Glire left her a message overnight. She restored the window... and realized that the call somehow hadn't ended. No network blips, Glire didn't hang up, she was right there on her side, facing the laptop, asleep. "Awww." Cayen said softly, and went for the end-call button. And just... looked, for a moment. She watched the slow oscillation of Glire's breath, studied the way her mouth stayed open just a little, and how different she looked without her bright red glasses on. She'd cocooned herself in her blanket, its edge tucked in between her head and her shoulder. She thought about it for a moment, and decided to keep the call open. It was hard to look away, but eventually, Cayen tore herself from the screen to hop in the shower.