All Chapters of RED HOT STORIES (A COLLECTION OF ST*AMY STORIES): Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Penelope’s POVI logged into the site and entered the private video call with my boyfriend, i set the camera on my tripod stand and put on the sexiest night wear.We were going to do our nasty sex video call and i was super excited about it because it would give me the opportunity to touch myself and feel an orgasm. It had been a very long time.My boy friend was probably more excited than i was because we barely have these types of calls.“Can you hear me baby?”I shook when he came up on the screen. He was fresh from the shower and i could see the sprinkles of water from his hair to his chest and he was on a tight boxers so i could see the lines of his seven inches dick.“Yeah i can. Give me a minute, let me get my head phones and also my LED light so you can get a higher display.”“Now that is my girl, you are such a bundle of goodness and i have missed these type of calls with you.”“Aww, me too. So we can start.”“I want to see those boobs first. Take off the top.”“Hmm.. just ta

Penelope’s POVHe made everywhere look like my dream first time. The way i always told him about. The pink ambience and the pink bed sheets with a white tampoline underneath incase i bled.He went down to the details even put the coconut flavoured body wash that i wanted to smell like the first time i had sex.This was a dream come true and my boy friend perfected my plans.It was his first time too but he made it very special and about me.“Do you like the place? Do you think that you would be comfortable here? I am sorry I could not get you the vaporizers you needed but they were out of stock.”“Oh my goodness! You outdid yourself . I did not even notice that there were no vaporizers, the humidifiers did a perfect job. I love how you made good emphasis on the details. Thank you so much.”I ran to him and hugged him, putting my nose on his neck and sniffing his perfect perfume.He hugged me back, tightly, my boobs pressing against his chest and his dick on my groin.We did not speak

Naya’s POVI have always thought of myself as ordinary. Not in a sad way, but in the quiet kind of way where people don’t really notice you, and you don’t really try to stand out. School, home, church, errands for my mom that was my cycle. Friends would talk about crushes, about boys in our class, or the latest actor they were obsessed with. I would smile, nod, pretend to agree when they sighed about someone’s arms or jawline, but inside I felt blank.I didn’t feel what they felt.I used to wonder if something was wrong with me. Everyone else seemed to have these sparks of attraction fluttering hearts, nervous giggles, stolen glances. I listened to them describe how a boy’s smile gave them chills, or how his hand brushing theirs made their stomachs twist. I never experienced any of that. A boy could smile at me and I’d just smile back politely. If a guy brushed my hand by accident, the only thought that crossed my mind was whether he noticed my nails weren’t trimmed neatly enough.For

LILA'S POV The morning air was cool, fresh in that way it only ever is before the world fully wakes up. I liked it best then quiet streets, soft light, the faint chirping of birds. Jogging had become my habit, not because I loved exercise but because it gave me space to think.Running cleared my mind. Or at least, it used to.Lately, no matter how many steps I took, no matter how many times my feet hit the pavement, my thoughts circled back to one person. Lila.I didn’t mean for it to happen. After all, I had seen her so many times before without much thought. But now, after talking to her, after sitting on her porch, after hearing her say my name, she lived in my head like a song I couldn’t shake.I tried to tell myself it was nothing. Just curiosity, just friendship. But my chest betrayed me every time I remembered her smile.That morning, I pulled on my running shoes, tied my hair into a ponytail, and slipped outside before the sun had fully risen. The sky was streaked with faint

NAYA'S POV The days after Lila caught me in her arms felt different.Everything seemed sharper the air when I jogged, the light in the mornings, even the sound of my own heartbeat. But maybe it wasn’t the world that had changed. Maybe it was me.I couldn’t stop thinking about her.Not just about the hug, though that moment replayed in my mind every night as I lay in bed, my face buried in my pillow, my chest pounding. It wasn’t only that. It was her smile, the way her eyes lingered on me, the calmness she carried everywhere. And the way, without saying it outright, she made me feel like I mattered.I’d never felt like this before. Not with boys, not with anyone.It scared me.It thrilled me too, but mostly it scared me. Because if I admitted what I was feeling, then I had to face it that maybe I wasn’t who I thought I was. That maybe I wasn’t like my friends, or like what my mother teased me about when she asked about boyfriends.But even if it scared me, I couldn’t ignore it.I saw