It was like being lectured to become a womanizer. Philip stands before me like a jury, gawking at my stoic expressions as he spews the 'how To's'. A deep grin plasters itself on his face as he looks down at me with a mischievous gleam. I cowered, shriveling by the look in his eyes, an obvious foreshadow I might regret everything that is to come, call it a man's intuition but I could feel disaster ahead.

"So, then what happened."

I rolled my eyes so far up my head I swore I saw my brain, "Nothing man he came home, and I just bailed."

"Fucking Hell." he moans, his stance above me crumble, and he pulls a chair aside me. "Why didn't you take the seconds you had to charm her?"

"Her son, and well ... what was I even supposed to say it just came out of nowhere." I shrugged, the feel of my pulse strangely surging rapidly.

Regret flushes it way through me heating the surface of my skin. I remove my glasses to wipe away the building beads of fresh sweat from my forehead, while simultaneously trying to rid the memories of a married woman attempting to achieve more than just small talk.

Perhaps it was all in my head? But then that would always explain those dark looks of desire. I tutor her son, and is very much good friends with the husband, in no way would I jeopardize that.

"So, then the boy comes down just as she got on her knees?" his voice cracks in the end as if he holds back a laughter. Reciting my day like a television movie, "And then the husband-" He didn't get the chance to finish his words.

Philip roars with laughter, wheezing at the tiniest details. I sit in silence, waiting for him to gather his composure, occasionally sighing and nodding. "I'm glad someone is getting a kick out of this."

"Woo, sorry man."

Was he really?

"Aw man, it was a good thing it didn't get too far. But still, charming her wouldn't have been too bad."

I crease my brows, "How was I supposed to charm a married woman, Philip?" Come to think of it, how was I supposed to charm any woman at all. A charmer, I just wasn't blessed with such skills, for goodness' sake I walked home with an erection.

"That's why we're here man, don't worry."

He spun me around, now I face my computer. Philip scoots in closer to my frame and instructs me to log into my laptop. My heart drums away, this is it. Lesson number one, on talking to women.

I log in, the home screen is displayed, and Philip takes over. Hovering to the search bar as he types in a website. 'SpeakToTheCrotch.com.'

I watch his every move intently, occasionally finding myself swallowing a giggle. It was then the screen populates, and I swallowed the words and chuckles all together, in one big pile.

Displayed on the screen was an ambience of purple and black banters of an X rated site, and mini letters of Italics in white. But the eye catcher was the busty red head perched on a mattress, naked. Loose strands of her Marooned colored curls fall carelessly at her shoulders, Ivory complexion contrasts against the black silk of her sheets, which were scrambled from whatever occasion; her thick legs open as she unabashedly rubs away at her bare center.

My mouth agapes, eyes glued to the wet pink of her folds. Massive breasts wiggle as she goes at herself, before plunging in two of her fingers. I watch them sink inside, plunging them within ever so roughly it forces out a splurge of liquid to expel, droplets of those juices land on the bed.

I am transfixed, fixated on the erotic expressions she showcases, the need in her eyes, and that parting of her lips before she bites on the bottom. Muffling those vulgar cries. Something blinks at the corner of the screen, disrupting my glare, a red button underneath the word 'Live'. This was live? she is actually on camera, wherever she is. Rubbing herself, fully naked?

"Speak your desires and watch me achieve them" she moaned so hungrily, her eyes contort with a need, brimming with faint tears, before her head loosely falls back.

When I felt my abdomen tighten, I groaned, diverting my eyes from staring too long. Luckily Philip scrolls the screen downwards with the mouse, and from there, the lids of my eyes nearly tore. An innumerable quantity of women, each live, in the comfort of their own confinement.

One catches my eye as I ricochet throughout the screen; faced in the opposite direction, a petite little brunette with cat ears, the camera angles in a view, where her small body steadied on all fours, and her palmed sized ass faces the screen. Trimmed hair aligning the lips of her pussy as she gently inserts a tail like instrument in the small of her ass hole.

Despite the size of the gauge, her cries were erotic, and as she twists her head slightly to look at the camera, her mouth agapes with her lashes fluttering. Hot needs surges down my crotch, and my tongue breaks from my mouth, lightly trailing over the bottom of my lip, imagining a certain woman in such a compromising pose.

The fantasy burns hot in my balls, and I feel it swelling, but quickly catch myself before this imagination runs far too wildly out of place.

"Wh-why are we here man?" I stutter, forcing a stoic expression, my volume was up loud, even when I try not to look at the naked woman, those erotic noises and gasps kept stealing my attention.

Philips large palm roughly hits my shoulder, "This right here, is where you will practice." I can almost hear the mischievous in his low tone.

Had I been a cartoon character, my eyes would have for sure flung from its sockets. "What?" I retort, instantly choking on my spit. My head twists to him, and his dark grin.

"You will practice speaking to these women."

Sure enough, I wasn't hearing things the first time, he meant it.

"H-how does this help me? I mean, none of these women have clothes on, or don't seem interested in having a measly conversation". The fire in my veins burn like lava as my heart rams, and my bones rattle, any moment now I could crumble down. Becoming nothing but ashes.

"Calm down man, seriously, obviously you aren't going to be talking to these women."

With the salt of sweat stinging my eyes, I watch Philip move the mouse again to hover at the search bar. Typing in the words, 'First timers.'

Sections of my face relaxes a bit as the screen switched from naked and aroused, to a more dressed and blander. Like the previous screen, these women were all live, each in their own world, in the comfort of their confinements.

"You will start here."

My ears linger at the word start, what does he intend will happen, that I will graduate from formal conversation and move on to a raunchier scene? then again, I wouldn't mind seeing that red head again. I shake my head of the thought, vigorously, no, nope.

"H-how does this work?" I croaked, not intending for my voice to sound deeper than it should.

"See which one you like?" he asks me.

I scan the screen; all the live boxes were mini. Not enough room to fully survey a woman that caught my eye.

"Here," he suggests, and with a click of a button somewhere, the screen widens, this time enlarging the frames of the women.

It was a variety of beautiful ladies, varying like assorted colors of a crayon box. Light, dark, tan. it didn't matter, they were eye catching, and certainly all caught my eyes. A silence settles between us two, but any sound at all came from the women 'Live' in their contents.

"You seem to not be able to choose" Philip chuckles aside me as I gulped. "This is where I started out, I needed to practice for content because some of the actresses I work with are big timers."

It made sense, he needed to learn how to speak like a gentleman, I listen to him speak in the background as I look at the women before me. Fuck, I can't make up my mind.

"When you click this symbol on the right, you swipe a woman, kind of like a dating app."

His eyes burn at my temple, and I cower.

"Wait, you have never been on a dating site before?"

Silence.

"Dude! never been on a dating site? His voice rose louder.

"I could open the window for you, and you can announce it to the world better, I don't think they heard you." I hope he bites at the sarcasm.

"Sorry, dude" he chuckles. "Alright, well this symbol here" -- He hovers the mouse over to the symbol previously, a symbol like the mouth of an alligator with the end pointing to the right. "If you click this, that means you aren't interested, and her profile will disappear."

I nodded. So far, I can foreshadow the other symbol, opposite of that one will mean I like these women.

"This symbol here means you will keep them as your favorites, kind of like saving a picture."

And I was right.

Phillip spends the remainder of the minutes, instructing me on the symbols and gadgets of the website, until I fully grasped the concepts. The late hour was soon starting to affect his physical energy, and his brain had already started sending out signals.

"Oh, and one more thing." he says, trying to stifle a yawn.

My ears perked to the last instruction, assuring him he had my full attention.

"Once you go live, they will see who you are, it is best you wear something if you don't intend on being discovered." His energy is now drained, his muscled arms rise in the air as he stretched out a knot.

I could have guessed that. This is a live webcam website. I may not be able to swoon women with my words, but I'm no imbecile. "Thanks man" I smile, watching him until he steps out of my room.

The remainder of the night was daunting as I too felt sluggish, not yet once have I favorited a woman, could I blame this on some standard? or perhaps some type, either way, I could not find a woman that interests me.

Chemicals were soon released throughout my body, pulling me down into an abysmal darkness of a much-needed slumber to rid this night. Having finally taken care of that stubborn erection, I never really rested after such a heavy release. I try and fight the weight of gravity bearing down on me as I removed my glasses to wipe away the sleep creeping within my eyes. Gliding my fingers through the strands of my hair in an attempt to stimulate my brain.

Minutes pass and I still find myself clicking away to the next woman, one that could pique my interest and awaken me from such a boorish state. The first batch was now complete, and I huffed in distress, making up my mind that I simply have had enough for the night.

And yet, just as the first batch completed, immediately came another. A thick layer of live streams stacked like a 3D deck of cards, ready for choosing. The first woman was an immediate bore, I took no interest in checkers, even if it was a soothing mechanism. As I moved the mouse to hover towards the 'minimize' symbol and end this night, by a twist of fate.

The mouse froze, not before I accidently clicked away erratically to the next woman on the deck. Showcasing the next woman on the pile, and I suddenly withdrew my hand from the mouse.

A woman with a deep brown complexion, lying on her stomach on a red fuzzy mattress, in nothing but her undergarments. From my point of view, those breasts were comfortably secure in the laced black bra. The angle of the camera even captured the mountain of her ass and the strap of the thong that disappear in those ass cheeks.

She lays comfortably, unbothered and carefree. Reading away as she flips a page of her book, notes of a Beethoven melancholy music play lowly in the background, while I divert my attention to her surroundings, or at least the designs and paintings mounting on her wall.

A literate, artistic, and all about the beauty from a person's own perspective. My interest suddenly sparks lightly, who is this woman? and why do I feel like I can tell her the world, my world. And a world where it could just be her and I, until the end of time.

With the pad of my laptop, I tread carefully and hover it to the symbol to favorite. My first favorite of the night, and hopefully my only. Something must have played on her end, a tune of a sort that informs the person when they have been favorited. And it is when I see her, hidden behind a mask.

A funny mask in blue that conceals all her features, but the curve of her lashes, and the marbles of her deep chocolate eyes. She looks to the camera, but it was as if she looked me in my eyes, and when I heard her giggle, I knew than time truly does stop in moments that mattered. I had to do anything to make her notice me. That was my mission.

I choose you.

Heat pulses within my veins, I was suddenly awake, wide awake. And so was my interest.