A Cam Model's Aid: Chapter 10 (Patreon)

"Another Smith"

After a quick shower, Ali emerged into the common room to find Mila and Ellie chatting. As he entered, Ellie looked at him and smiled, gesturing him over.

“Finally! I thought you might have gotten lost in the shower. Here, I got you some decent painkillers for your ribs.” She then rummaged in a shopping bag to retrieve said pills.

As Ali thanked her, he saw Mila smirk and wink behind her. He rolled his eyes. “Well, at least it seems she hasn't told anyone what she saw…yet.”

Mila pushed off from the counter, heading towards her room. “Well, you've got this well in hand, Ellie. Hope the ribs feel better soon, Ali” she called as she waved over her shoulder.

Ellie thanked her distractedly before finding what she was looking for. “Here you go. Three times a day, Ali” Ellie passed the pills to him with a glass of water.

"Thanks. Ellie? About last night…” Ali asked, tentatively. Ellie looked at him in question, seeming apprehensive. “Yes?”

“Well…I guess I wanted to check in on you? Make sure you're still happy with what we did?” Ellie appeared relieved, before nodding firmly.

“I am. I wasn't that drunk Ali, I chose to get intimate. And I don't regret doing so. Why…do you?” she asked, looking shyly at him once more.

Ali was swift to shake his head, and Ellie sighed in relief. “Good. I know my preferences are a little…different.” 

“And that's not a bad thing, Ellie.” Ali looked over to the corridor to make sure Mila wasn't within hearing range before lowering his voice slightly. “I hope I've made it clear I don't think your preference for anal is a problem?” 

Ellie smiled, and shook her head. “You haven't, Ali. Thanks” Ali returned her smile, before taking the pills he had been handed, while Ellie started to unpack groceries from the bag in front of her.

Ali drank half the bottle before recapping it. “So…what does this mean? Between us, I mean.” Ellie paused in her unpacking and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “As in…are we now an item?”

Ellie hesitated, before puffing out a breath of air and walking around the kitchen counter to stand opposite Ali. “Honestly…I'm not sure. You're a great guy Ali…but we've known each other for little more than a week. Perhaps I shouldn't have started what happened yesterday so quickly. But damn am I attracted to you.”

Ali nodded and chuckled. “I get that. You're gorgeous, Ellie. And funny and…I would like to get to know you better.” 

Ellie smiled softly. “I would like that. And we will. We have at least a year of uni to do so, after all.”

“So…friends then? For now, at least?” Ali asked. Ellie winked. “Definitely. Maybe even with some…”benefits””. Ali blushed, but wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. Ellie laughed and pushed off, heading towards her room.

“Well, I'm gonna go rest in my room, Ali. Last night was not exactly restful.  You should do so too, we have lectures tomorrow.” As she was leaving, Ellie paused before looking over her shoulder. “Oh, and Ali? If the other girls fancy some fun…don't hesitate. They're sweet, hot and deserve your attention as much as I do”.

She then winked and walked out of the room, her hips swaying slightly as she did. Ali watched her leave, before leaning against the counter and sighing. “Talk about mixed messages. Still…I can't deny I'm attracted to Alana and Mila too.”

He looked over towards the corridor leading towards Mila’s room, before shaking his head. “I'll worry about such things later. I wonder if Ellie is actually resting or is she streaming?”

He headed back towards his room, intending to find out.

The next morning, Ali awoke to his alarm blaring with a grumble. He slapped it off before slumping back into his pillows.

He had gotten a good night's sleep at least, aided by the pain meds numbing his injured ribs. It had also helped that he had spent a good couple of hours moderating Ellie's chat before he turned in.

Nothing quite like a good orgasm to help you sleep, after all. And Ellie had been especially enthusiastic during last night's show.

Still, it was the start of a new week, so that meant lectures. After a quick shower and getting dressed, Ali wandered towards the kitchen area to grab a quick breakfast.

He paused outside Ellie's door, listening briefly and laughing lightly when he could hear soft snores from within.

As he reached the common area, he saw both Alana and Mila sat chatting while sat at the kitchen counter, eating their own breakfast. This made his stomach drop slightly in concern.

Had Mila told Alana about him watching her stream? They were close friends after all. Though, the way Mila was talking, she wasn't suggesting that she would do so.

Deciding hiding in the corridor wasn't going to help, he walked in and headed towards the fridge. “Morning girls.”

The pair looked towards him, both smiling widely. “Ali, good to see you. Feeling better?” Alana asked. Ali nodded, grabbing the milk and heading further down the counter. “Definately…though I'll still be taking these today I reckon.” He rattled the painkillers pot as he poured out a bowl of cereal.

“I'm not surprised. I don't know about anything else, but you still have an impressive black eye” Mila said, inspecting said swollen eye.

Ali turned and sat on the other side of the counter. He focused mostly on his breakfast, not sure if he could keep himself from blushing if he looked at the girls directly. Not only were they wearing their nightwear (a silk teddy on Alana and a cotton shirt and pajamas on Mila), but the activities he watched Alana doing yesterday were still fresh in his mind.

“It's fine. I can see out of it, and it only hurts a little bit” he mutters, gently touching his sore eye.

“Good to hear. You and Ellie had both already gone to bed when I got back from the mall, so I couldn't ask how you were. Shame, I had wanted to hang out more.” Alana said while leaning her head in her hands in faux disappointment.

Mila rolled her eyes next to her. “Well, if you hadn't spent so long at the Mall, you might have caught them before they did. I know how much you enjoy your “shopping”, but three hours was still excessive.”

Alana gained a little colour, shooting Mila a meaningful look at her emphasis on the word “shopping”. “Hey, it's not my fault there's so many new stores here! You should see this cute skirt I got Mila, it's gorgeous!”

Mila shrugged, “I'm sure I'll end up seeing it at some point.” Alana huffed, “you're no fun. You should come with me next time. I could find you an outfit that really made the most of that impressive bust you have.”

“Nope, not gonna happen. First, I'm not helping you carry your bags. Second, I still haven't lived down the last time you took me to a clothing store” Mila huffed while crossing her arms.

Ali coughed slightly as he nearly swallowed his mouthful of cereal wrong. His mind had inadvertently gone into the gutter. Imagining both girls at the mall, in a fitting room together…

Both girls looked his way, but while Alana looked concerned, Mila simply smirked knowingly. “Dammit, she knows exactly what I was thinking…” Ali grumbled internally.

“Well, why don't you go with Ali next time? I'm sure he'd be willing to help you with your shopping, Alana…” she said with a grin.

Ali's eyes widened as Alana perked up and considered it. “That could work. I would also have another opinion on my outfit choices. What do you say Ali? Next weekend?”

Ali looked between the hopeful Alana and Mila barely managing to contain her giggles. Realising that he wasn't likely to get out of this, he sighed and nodded. “Sure thing, Alana.”

With a happy wiggle, Alana hopped off the stool and went around the side, giving Ali a quick side hug. “Awesome, I look forward to it! Now, I've got a lecture to get to, I better go get dressed”

Ali watched her skip away, the movement making her teddy bounce and show off an impressive amount of thigh. He then turned back to Mila with a deadpan expression. “Really?”

Mila looked unrepentant. “What? Don't want the chance to see her do her thing up close and personal?” 

Ali scoffed. “I doubt she would stream while I'm there with her anyways. Now I'm just going to be a glorified pack mule.”

Mila chuckled, before slipping off her own stool. “And you, Ali, underestimate her desire for public daring. You'll see.” Mila then headed back to her own room, leaving Ali to finish his breakfast while wondering quite what he'd agreed to.

Ali arrived at class still out of sorts. Taking his usual place towards the back of the hall, he set up his laptop. With everything that was happening with his roommates, he was in a world of his own.

So distracted was he, that he barely noticed someone taking the seat next to him. “So…you look like you had a fun weekend”.

Blinking, Ali turned to see that the girl whose toys he had controlled during class last time had sat next to him. She was looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

Ali, remembering the “fun” that he had helped her have, blushed before returning to setting up his laptop properly. “Er…yeah. Something like that. It's that obvious, is it?” he asked, gesturing to his eye.

The girl snorted a little. “A little, yeah. Do guys just like getting into fights or something? One of my roommates got back from a night out looking like he'd gone several rounds with Bruce Lee.”

Ali chuckled, and shook his head. “No, not all guys. Trust me, I didn't seek this fight. Though, I think I gave as good as I got.”

The girl rolls her eyes, before smiling and crossing her legs. This drew Ali's eye to her particularly short denim skirt, with most of her legs being visible. Her top was a thin button up, her black bra being slightly visible beneath it.

“Good…I'd hate to think the first guy to give me a fun time here was a meathead like all the others.” she said with a shake of her head.

Ali considered her words, remembering the slip of paper that she passed him as they went their desperate ways after class last week. He still has it tucked in his laptop case next to him…

“So…still doing that then? The toys in class, people controlling them?” he asked, trying to appear casual while typing at his laptop. By now, the lecturer had entered the room, so they would have to keep their conversation quiet.

“There's one way you could find out…” the girl whispers, smirking as Ali's typing pauses. He side eyes her, seeing her wink his way as she retrieves her own laptop and sets it up while watching the lecture. 

Returning his gaze to the front of the class, he watched as the lecturer started a power point about some inane facet of coding…yeah, that wouldn't hold his attention very long, given the alternative. 

Reaching into his bag, he retrieved the slip of paper before glancing at the girl once more. She was smiling widely, though she did not look his way.

Shrugging slightly, he opened the same app that he had used previously to hijack her toys. This time, however, he didn't need to hack in…

Inputting the code that she had given him, he was immediately able to gain access. And not just a brief amount of time, either. To his surprise, the code was an admin code…effectively giving him full access to her connected toys, with no time limit.

Currently, she has two toys connected. Though where they were, he wasn't sure. They were both Lovense Lush, so…

The girl beside him started to rub her thighs together slightly. “What are you waiting for…”

Ali responded by turning both toys up halfway. The soft sound of buzzing reached his ears as she sighed softly. Her movements became more pronounced, and she began to tap her foot up and down slightly.

Smirking at her response, he played with the toy’s levels. He set one low and one high, before swapping them over. He then tried adding patterns to one while keeping the other low.

Each change he made her shift in her seat. After one particularly sudden increase, she gasped before holding her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. After looking around and realising that no one had reacted, she lowered her hand and relaxed back into her seat.

“You're a bastard” she muttered, though the smile she wore showed she was joking. Chuckling, Ali lowered the toys to minimum, before making a show of leaning away from his laptop.

“Well, I better behave then, shouldn't I?” he said, voice full of mirth as he pretended to focus on the lecture instead. 

The girl pouted with a frown. “Don't you dare…I was so close just now.” She then smiled slyly, leaning forwards. “I tell you what…if you can make me cum from just my toys before the end of the lecture, I'll give you a reward~”

Ali shrugged, side eyeing her from his seat. “And what would that reward be?” The girl simply winked. Ali looked over her flushed form, before returning his hands to the controls on his screen.

The girl tensed before he had even touched anything. Deciding to mess with her, he increased the first toy at a glacial pace.

“Ohhh…you fucking tease” she muttered under her breath. Ali continued to play with her levels, keeping an eye on her responses each time.

It was clear that the higher vibrations would get her to react more…but it was the patterns that she really seemed to enjoy. One particular one, ”wave”, caused her to close her eyes and simply sink into her seat while biting her lips.

“Fuck. Why can't all guys understand that high isn't automatically the best” she opened her eyes, now looking darker with lust than before. “You might just make me cum…but you better hurry, only fifteen minutes left after all…”

Ali looked at the time on his laptop in surprise. “Whoa…time really does fly when you're having fun, huh?” shaking his head, he redoubled his efforts on the controls. High, low, patterns, short sharp shocks. He tried it all.

The beauty beside him made a sound almost like a hiccup, before staring at him with wide eyes. She maintained eye contact as she started to shudder in pleasure. 

She seemed to be focusing solely on holding in any sounds, while also stopping herself from tipping over the edge. Looking down, Ali saw that her hand was under her skirt. Wait…had she taken one of the toys out?

“You little cheat…fine” using the controls, he pumped both up to max, before easing them off, and repeating. He didn't know which one was still inside her, but even with only one toy, it was enough to make the girl suck in a breath, before shaking through what was clearly a powerful orgasm.

Throughout it, she looked at him while panting softly. When her shaking died down, she sighed and slumped a little in her seat. She then retrieved her hand from beneath her skirt, no longer holding her toy but noticeably covered in a slight sheen of her arousal.

“That was exactly what I expected of you. I'm glad I chose the right guy to give that code to” she said, bringing her hand up to give it a long lick.

Ali gulped as he watched her do this, and she noticed his reaction. Smirking, she held her hand out towards him. “Want a taste?”.

Before Ali could react, however, the bell chimed to indicate that the lecture was over. All around them, students started to get up, eager to stretch their legs and head to lunch.

The girl cursed softly, before retracting her hand and gathering her things. “Sorry, I have to be somewhere. I hate to run after a good time…”

Ali sighed, and waved her off. “No worries, I was planning on heading back home anyways. I don't have an afternoon lecture.”

The girl gave him a genuine smile, more natural than the teasing smirk she had previously. “I wish my roommates were as pleasant as you.” She then stood, swinging her bag over her shoulder. “Same time next week? That code will still be good, after all!”

Ali grinned with a slight push to his face. “You bet.” As the girl turned to leave, he stopped her briefly. “Wait…I, er…still don't actually know your name…”

She giggled a little. “We did kinda skip that bit, huh? My name is Alison. But you can just call me Ally.” Ali's brow rose. “Ally huh? Funny. My name is Alistair. So…also Ali.”

The girl chuckled. “Wow, small world huh? It would be really weird if we shared a surname too. Then again, there’s a lot of Smith's out there.”

The girl glanced at the click on the wall, completely missing Ali's shocked expression. “Shit, I really need to go! Cya next week, fellow Ali!” She waved behind her, bustling towards the exit to the room.

Ali, meanwhile, watched her leave. “Alison…Smith?” Frowning, he started to back up his own belongings. “Well…looks like I found who my lodging paperwork got swapped with. But…what should I do about it?”

Perhaps this was something he needed his roommate's opinion on…

As he was about to leave, he noticed something left behind on the seat next to him. Something small, black and made of fabric.

Reaching out and picking it up, he realised it was damp to the touch…and was clearly a pair of panties! Panicking, he scrunched them up and pocketed them, looking around nervously in case anyone had seen.

Relaxing as it seemed no one had, he frowned as he felt something else crinkle in his hand alongside the panties.

Withdrawing his hand, he saw it held a small folded corner of paper. Within, it simply read. “Your prize.”

Chuckling, he returned the note to the pocket. “Naughty girl Ally. You would get on well with my roommates, I reckon”. He left the lecture theatre with a slight spring in his step.