I scrubbed over my face and vowed to let this be it—let this be the end of my guilt and the end of my dwelling on what happened with Mallory. It needed to end. I needed to move on as much as she needed her fresh start. She deserved that. I had to get over it.

Shutting off the water, I blew out a long breath before drying off.

Still wrapped only in my towel, I lay in bed and grabbed my laptop. A stream of water dripped down my abs.

I’d told myself I wasn’t going to go back on that cam-girl site. But nevertheless, my fingers clicked away, and I somehow ended up in Montana Lane’s chat room. I used the excuse that I was just going to see what she was up to.

There she was, looking as cheerful as ever. How she was able to sit in that room, talk to all these people, and look like she actually gave a shit was beyond me. She had these guys wrapped around her finger, though. I caught myself smiling at her and literally slapped my own face.

The bedroom behind Montana was always very cluttered, with various props lying around. Today I noticed her violin in the background, along with a feather boa and some dildos. She had white Christmas lights hanging on the walls and had made a canopy out of sheer curtains. She situated herself on the bed with her legs crossed. Her boobs bounced as she moved around.

The cha-ching sound of men throwing tokens into the pot rang out.Thirty tokens: James450 wants to see Montana Lane show her tits.They were all in cahoots, trying to throw in enough money together to get her to take her shirt off. The token sounds were on fire tonight.

Cha-ching. Cha-ching. Cha-ching.

It didn’t take long to total the magic number.

She was mid-conversation when she must have noticed that the threshold had been hit. Montana lifted her shirt over her head, letting her beautiful, natural tits spring free. She’d handled that so casually, as if she’d done it hundreds of times before.

But this wasn’t just any time for me. It was my first time seeing her topless. Jesus. More of a warning would have been nice. I swallowed hard, ill-prepared for how amazing her body was. Her breasts were like none I had ever seen, so full—with a slight drop but not droopy. Her nipples were a medium pink color and the size of half-dollars. This girl was the epitome of natural beauty.

I felt wrong gawking at her, like I was invading her privacy. That didn’t keep me from staring. My dick swelled as I watched her rub her nipples with her fingertips. She started to slowly massage her breasts. My mouth watered.

Et tu, Ryder?

Yes. Fuck yes.

She lay down and continued rubbing her tits. Everything went quiet. Mesmerized, I tilted my head to get a better view. I refused to succumb to the urge to jerk off.

Creeper.

I chuckled at how pathetically entranced I was. I bet she tastes as good as she looks.

Some minutes later, Montana sat up and offered a teasing look at the camera before she pulled her shirt back over her head.

A mix of disappointment and relief hit me. On one hand, I was sorely bummed that my free peep show had ended. On the other hand, I wondered what right I had to be getting off on this anyway. Feeling protective, I was sort of happy she’d finished putting herself on display, even though I was certain she’d done far worse things than that.

I threw in more than the required tokens to request a song.ScreenGod90: I need to sleep tonight. Can you sing me a lullaby?She looked at the camera. “You again, ScreenGod?” It was like she was smiling right at me. “Any requests?”

There was that giddy feeling I got whenever she spoke directly to me. What was it about this girl? Or was it me? Was I just fucked-up in the head?ScreenGod90: I want you to choose.Montana closed her eyes for several seconds before she started singing a song I didn’t recognize. It was beautiful, though.

When she finished, I typed.ScreenGod90: What’s the name of that song?“It’s called “Fly Away” by Poe. It’s close to my heart. Did you like it?”

I wondered what she meant by that, why was it meaningful to her.ScreenGod90: I loved it. Thank you.I immediately knew I would be looking it up later.

As she moved on, interacting with the other men, I couldn’t help wondering who this chick really was, how she’d ended up doing the webcam thing. Just based on her taste in music, I figured there was a lot more to her than this.

The cha-ching chimes kept sounding, and I saw that someone had put in enough tokens for a private chat. She apologized to all the other viewers for having to leave temporarily, and the screen went black as she disappeared.