Archive of Our Own ^beta

The screen flashed, a new connection made. Text appeared in the chat box.

Stranger: hello

Bonnie leaned closer, her messy hair falling over her eyes. She typed back, her fingers clumsy on the keyboard.

You: Hi :)

A video feed flashed to life. A slim girl with white hair tied in a side ponytail filled the screen. Her smile was wide, her eyes staring with an intense, almost unsettling focus. The bags forming under her eyes showed she didn't get much sleep.

“That’s much better now,” the girl said, her voice loud in Bonnie’s ears “I’m Colette. And you are absolutely adorable.”

Bonnie smiled cheekily at the compliment. “I’m Bonnie!”

“Bonnie,” Colette repeated, drawing the name out like it was something delicious. “I like that. So, what’s a cute thing like you doing on a website like this? Looking for trouble?”

“I dunno. Just bored, I guess. My uncle isn’t home.” Bonnie shifted on her bed, pulling her knees up to her chest. The glow from her laptop was the only light in her room.

“Boredom is a sin,” Colette declared, her teeth showing as her grin widened. “We should fix that. I’m an expert at fixing boredom.”

Bonnie giggled, a nervous, fluttering sound. “How?”

Colette’s eyes seemed to drill into her through the screen. “Let’s play a game. A truth game. I ask you something, you answer honestly. Then you ask me. Sound fun?”

“Okay…” Bonnie said, her curiosity spiking.

“Perfect! My question first.” Colette leaned in, her face dominating the webcam view. “Have you ever touched yourself, Bonnie? Down there?”

The question was so direct it stole the air from Bonnie’s lungs. Her mouth went dry. She could feel her heart thumping hard against her ribs. “I… um…”

“Ah-ah-ah,” Colette sing-songed. “Honesty. It’s just us girls; it's natural! No one will know.”

Bonnie shook her head, a quick, jerky motion. “No. Never.”

Colette’s expression lit up with pure delight. “Really? Oh, you are a perfect little thing, aren’t you? A total virgin to your own pleasure. That’s so fucking hot.”

The vulgar word sent a jolt through Bonnie. She’d never heard a girl talk like that so casually. She should have been shocked, but a tiny, secret part of her thrilled at it. “It is?”

“Hell yes, it is,” Colette breathed. “It means I get to be your first. Your guide. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

Bonnie could only nod, her throat tight.

“Your turn,” Colette prompted. “Ask me anything.”

The only thing buzzing in Bonnie’s head was Colette’s initial question. “Have you? You know,” Bonnie whispered, “touched yourself?”

A manic laugh escaped Colette. “Oh, yes. I am a connoisseur. An artist. I know every inch of my body and exactly how to make it feel good. I do it every night. Sometimes I think about doing it with someone else. Someone sweet and innocent… like you.”

Bonnie’s breath caught. She could feel a strange, warm pulse between her legs, an ache she’d never paid much attention to before. It was demanding attention now. Bonnie’s curiosity was through the roof. “How do two girls… Um, do that?”

Colette’s smile wavered for a second.

“That’s another conversation in itself.” Colette’s voice was a whisper, even through the speakers. “You’re thinking about it though, aren't you?

“Maybe,” Bonnie admitted, the word barely audible.

“It’s okay to want it,” Colette coaxed. “It’s the best feeling in the world. Don’t you want to know what it feels like? To cum?”

The word was a lightning strike. Bonnie squirmed, the fabric of her shorts suddenly feeling rough and tight. Her small nipples were hard peaks against her t-shirt. She’d never felt so aware of her own body.

“I… I don’t know how,” Bonnie whispered, her confession feeling both terrifying and freeing.

Colette smiled. “That’s why I’m here. I’ll teach you. We’ll do it together. Right now. Just you and me.”

“On camera?” The idea was insane. Reckless.

“Especially on camera,” Colette purred. “I want to see you. I want to watch your face when you feel it for the first time. Come on, Bonnie. Be brave for me. Let’s make you feel good.”

Colette didn’t wait for an answer. She leaned back in her chair, her hands moving down her torso. Bonnie watched, mesmerized, as Colette lifted the hem of her top, revealing a pale, flat stomach. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, and she slowly pushed them down her thighs.

Bonnie’s eyes were locked on the screen. This was really happening. A stranger was undressing for her, and asking her to do the same. Her skin felt hot.

“Your turn,” Colette said, her own breathing a little louder now. “Show me, Bonnie. Let me see that pretty little body.”

Bonnie hesitated, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure Colette could hear it through the screen. But something about Colette’s voice, her confidence, made Bonnie ache to follow her lead. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then, with trembling hands, she tugged at the waistband of her shorts. They slid down her legs, pooling at her ankles. Her panties followed, leaving her completely exposed.

Colette’s sharp intake of breath was audible. “Oh, fuck… you’re perfect,” she whispered, her own hand moving between her legs now. “Touch yourself. Just like I showed you.”

Bonnie’s fingers brushed against herself, and she gasped at the sensation. It was warm and wet, and the slightest friction sent sparks shooting through her body. She pressed a little harder against her clit, mimicking the movements she’d seen Colette make. It felt odd at first, but then she found a rhythm, her hips rocking slightly as she rubbed in circles.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Can you feel it? That warmth building inside your stomach?”

Bonnie nodded, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. She could feel it, a pressure growing deep in her belly, coiling tighter and tighter. Her movements became more frantic, her fingers slipping against her slick folds.

A whimper escaped her lips as the tension peaked, and then it shattered. Her body tensed, her back arching as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless. Her pussy clenched on nothing as she basked in the aftermath of her first orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” Colette purred, her own breathing heavy now. “You just came for me, didn’t you? I saw it. You were so beautiful.”

Bonnie could barely speak, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks. She nodded again, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pride.

“Here,” Colette said, her voice loud and commanding. “You have Discord, right?” Bonnie nodded. “Add me there. This is just the beginning.” She typed off her username in the chat, her eyes never leaving Bonnie’s. “I want to show you so much more.”

Bonnie’s fingers shook as she typed in the information, her mind already racing with the possibilities. She hit send, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “Done,” she said.

Colette grinned, “Good girl. I can’t wait to do this again.”