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"Hey, girls, your token white guy is back." Woody grinned at the names of his four teammates on the list of players in the lobby, relieved to find them still here after his brief internet outage.

"Woody!" Furaha let out a gleeful laugh. "Good to have you back. What happened?"

"Internet service was out for an hour or so." Woody's smile grew even larger at the sound of her voice. He'd always loved the girls' accents -- and everything else about them.

"Team Oreo is back in action," Zola quipped, and the others chuckled.

"Yep. I launched GTA as soon as the connection was back. So, what have I missed?"

"Not much," Masika said. "We were just goofing around for a while, then a 'tryhard' started pestering us and we passed the time by going after him relentlessly."

"Sounds like a good time." Woody entered his garage, walked his character to his black-and-red Shotaro motorcycle, and entered passive mode to avoid being killed repeatedly while he searched for his teammates.

"It's a mixed bag," Kalisha said. "It's a little frustrating because those idiots keep killing us, but the instant one of us gets the upper hand, they kill themselves to keep their K/D ratio up."

Woody nodded. "And K/D doesn't even matter in this game. That's not what GTA is about at all."

"Exactly. On the other hand, it's kind of amusing to keep forcing them to easy-way-out until they get frustrated and leave."

Masika laughed softly. "You missed this guy's last straw by about ten minutes."

Furaha burst out laughing. "It was glorious! I was close enough to Zola to see the whole thing. She was in her Akula and the tryhard was on foot, shooting at her with a rocket launcher. It was the one that has to lock on, and she kept moving around too much for him to get a lock."

"He got frustrated and told her to get back in the kitchen where she belongs," Kalisha added.

"Yes. So she just tilted her chopper to the right and chewed him up with the rotor before he could kill himself. I'll send you a clip of the whole thing later on."

"Awesome." Woody grinned. "Sexiest video ever."

"Really?" Zola's voice had an audible smirk. "We'll have to step up our game, then."

"Well, then, I can send Woody a different kind of video."

Woody's heart pounded and he glanced over his shoulder to be sure his parents weren't cracking his bedroom door open to listen in. Just in case they were hovering outside, he moved his headset mic closer to his mouth and whispered his reply.

"Later tonight, after the parents are asleep."

"Deal." Furaha giggled. "As long as you make a new one to send to us."

"Deal." Woody took a few slow breaths to calm himself. He and the girls had met online about two and a half years ago and had started gaming together, then they'd officially invited him onto their team a few months later -- and after they'd gotten to know each other, they'd started sending each other nude photos and videos. Well, except Masika. As the lone adult on the team, she couldn't send the others pics of herself or have any of theirs on her laptop. Still, the others had finally talked her into getting in on the action during live video chats that weren't recorded.

Woody was the same age as Kalisha -- fourteen -- and Zola was fifteen and Furaha was sixteen, so he figured it was safe for him to have their photos and videos on his laptop as long as he didn't let his parents find them. He kept them in a heavily encrypted folder on an external hard drive that he could unplug and hide in a pocket at a moment's notice. If his parents ever found those files during one of their random snoops through his computer, or if they even got an inkling that he'd been jerking off to images of several black girls from Africa, they would disown him.

"So," he said once he'd gotten his heartbeat under control, "any other plans for tonight?"

"Nothing big," Masika said. Woody glanced at his mini-map and saw her blip angling toward him at a speed that indicated she was in a jet. A faint beeping sound came through his earphones and Masika grumbled, "Someone's got missile lock on me. I'm hitting the deck."

She should be in front of me in a moment. He spotted her Lazer almost scraping the highway up ahead with a missile following her. He came to a stop before he reached the overpass so he could watch the chaos play out. C'mon, babe, you can do it.

Masika roared under the overpass and missed the tops of the vehicles in front of her by a fraction of an inch. The missile struck one of the cars and kicked off a chain reaction of explosions as her jet shot out into the open and pulled up abruptly.

"Well played." Woody grinned and his heart leaped again.

"Thank you. Oh, the little shit just called me a whore."

"I've got him," Kalisha said. A few seconds later, Woody heard a cluster of explosions in the distance, followed by a message popping up above his mini-map informing him of a player taking the easy way out. Kalisha sighed. "Bastard killed himself."

"That's getting tiresome," Zola muttered.

"It certainly is."

"Wanna go into a private session so we won't have to deal with those assholes anymore?" Woody arched an eyebrow. "Or a different game?"

"Maybe a different game," Furaha said. "As long as it's not Rainbow Six: Siege. I've had enough abuse from other players."

Woody nodded, having already heard more than his share of male players hurling constant insults and veiled threats at the girls just because they were female. The same had happened many times when he'd played Overwatch with them.

"We should practice for the competition coming up." Kalisha had signed the team up for an odd event someone had set up a few weeks ago -- Unreal Tournament. The original, of all things.

Woody'd had no idea anyone still played that anymore, but with a grand prize of a hundred grand, he wasn't going to complain about it. Team Oreo had made a decent living by winning money on gaming sites and entering gaming tournaments and placing high enough to win some money in most of them, which was yet another reason Woody had been thrilled when they asked him to join. He'd done pretty well with his share of each prize and had his winnings deposited into his PayPal account to keep his parents from getting their hands on it.

"If we can take the grand prize," Zola said, "we'll have some spending money after … well, Kalisha, should we spoil the surprise?"

Surprise? Woody raised an eyebrow again.

"Why not? We'll have to tell him sooner or later, anyway." Kalisha laughed softly.

"Tell him what?" Woody's pulse ramped up again, and not from the same reason as before.

"We've all been saving our money over the years so we could move to America. We finally had enough to buy a house and plane tickets."

"Ah, yeah, i remember you mentioning that a while back." Woody nodded. The girls had all grown up in poor areas of Africa and, once they'd gotten a taste of modern technology and the outside world, hadn't been able to give it up. They'd all said their families were happy where they were, which made each of them a black sheep, which was probably part of what had drawn them all together.

"Can you guess where the house we bought is?" Furaha giggled.

Woody shrugged. "LA or New York City, I imagine. Maybe San Francisco."

"It crossed our minds before we met you, but we decided on something … a little closer."

"To you," Zola added.

"You mean …?" Woody's heart pounded even harder. "How close to me, exactly?"

"About three miles." Kalisha chuckled. "We figured there would be more opportunities for us in America and since we were always planning to move in together as a team and you're a member of our team …"

Oh, wow. Holy shit! This is a dream come true. Woody tried to slow his breathing again.

"You're … you bought a house three miles from where I live?"

"Well, we're a team, so yeah. If we were all going to be together, we wanted you as close as possible." Furaha let out a happy sigh. "We had to let Masika make the deal because she's an adult, but Kalisha planned out the whole thing."

Makes sense. Despite her age, Kalisha had always been the most mature member of the team as well as the one with the sharpest intellect, and had become the ringleader before he'd even joined them. The others seemed to be naturally inclined to follow her, as he was, himself.

"That's the best news I've ever heard!" Woody had to fight the urge to jump out of his chair and dance around his room. He tried to calm himself before he could hyperventilate. Once he was back under control, he said, "So, uh, when will this be happening?"

"We will arrive in four days. We're only packing some of our clothes and our laptops, so we won't make a big show for the neighbors when we move in. We'll just walk in with one duffel bag each and we'll be home."

"We've got our green cards and all that stuff already taken care of," Masika added, "so there won't be any worries about that."

"That's good to know," Woody replied a split-second before Zola chimed in with another little detail.

"We're also taking Depo-Provera. Y'know, just in case we need it once we're all together."

Woody's heart almost burst out of his chest and for a few seconds he couldn't breathe. Once he recovered, he tried not to pant audibly.

"Awesome!"

"We started it a month ago," Kalisha said, "so we'd have time to find out if there were any side effects. None of us has experienced any, fortunately."

"Glad to hear it." Woody took a few more slow breaths. "Hey, send me the address and let me know when you'll be arriving. I want to be there to welcome you to your new home."

"I'll email it tonight," Kalisha said.

"Thank you." Woody leaned back in his chair and a smile nearly split his face open.

Well .. it's gonna be a long four days.

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"We're going to bed," Woody's mom said after opening his door without knocking and leaning into his room. "Don't stay up too late."

"I won't. I'm just unwinding with a little Star Trek Online." He nodded at his Crossfield-class ship, the USS Fontana, on his laptop screen. "I'll hit the sack in an hour or so."

"Be sure you do. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Mom." He turned back to his screen, brought up the map, selected a nearby Deep Space Encounter, and waved at his mom as she closed the door. He pulled his headset off and listened for her receding footsteps, then heard their bedroom door close. He put the headset back on and spent the next few minutes wiping out a fleet of True Way ships just in case his mom had pretended to go into their room and was waiting outside to spring in and catch him "doing something he shouldn't." She and Dad had both done it often enough for him to be ready for it to happen at any time.

Finally, after doing several more Deep Space Encounters, he took the headset off, strained his ears for sounds in the hallway, then he tiptoed over to the door and eased it open, thankful that it never stuck and made a snapping sound the way his parents' bedroom door often did.

Faint, rhythmic snoring came from their room -- two distinct snores. He held in a relieved sigh until he'd gently closed his door again. He returned to his desk, alt-tabbed out of the game, and checked his email -- the one under his gamer tag "Joystick" that he'd set up two and a half years ago to keep his conversations with the girls far from his parents' prying eyes. No photos or videos from the team had come in yet, but the info from Kalisha about the house was there. He noted the address, launched his image viewer, and opened some of the photos they'd already sent him.

They're so beautiful. When they'd formed their team, they'd based their online personas on a primitive tribal look, and often dressed the part -- colorful beads, loincloths made of animal skins, and almost always topless, having discovered early on that streaming with their tits out got them a lot more views and donations. The three teenagers kept themselves bald while Masika had her shoulder-length hair done up in thin braids with beads in the ends. Woody had no photos of her, but he'd seen her in their live video chats -- tall, athletic, with the kind of look in her eyes that would be intimidating if he didn't know her so well.

She appeared to be in her mid or late twenties and had fallen into a protective role for the team -- bodyguard or enforcer of sorts. The whole team had faced all manner of hostility online just because they were girl gamers, and had even been threatened in person. Masika had training in a variety of martial arts and was quite capable of mopping the floor with any punk-asses who tried to follow through on their threats.

All four of them had very, very dark ebony skin. Woody wasn't sure why he'd been instantly attracted to them, but maybe his parents' racism had something to do with it. Both of them had told him several times that he would be written out of the will if he ever dated or married anyone but a white girl. Maybe Woody had developed an attraction to these ladies as a form of rebellion against his parents.

Not that it mattered. The conversations and other interactions they'd had over the last couple of years had cemented his feelings for them. And in a few days he would meet them face to face for the first time! He would be able to actually, physically hang out with them! And he couldn't help letting his imagination run wild with the possibilities.

His body reacted to those thoughts and the images on his screen as he flicked slowly through them. His eyes lingered on Masika's muscles for a few seconds before moving on to Zola's impressive breasts, then Furaha's brilliant grin and Kalisha's gentle smile and piercing gaze.

He glanced at the door and listened for a few more seconds, nervous as he always was about his parents suddenly barging in when he was right in the middle of what he was about to do. Just to be sure, he eased the door open, strained his ears, and heard the same snoring from the parents' bedroom as before. He closed the door gently and decided to turn his desk fan on to mask the sounds that would be starting in a moment. It was the middle of summer, anyway, so he at least had an excuse for running it. His bedroom was at a comfortable temperature, so he aimed the fan away so he wouldn't cool down too much.

He checked his email again and grinned when he found a new one from Furaha with a file attached. While he opened the email, a video chat request came through Skype from Masika. His pulse revved up again as he opened Furaha's video, muted the sound so it wouldn't interfere with the chat, and then accepted the request, fired up his camera, and began recording.

Masika appeared in a window on the left side of his screen, completely nude and stretched out on her bed. The background looked like the inside of a tribal hut lit by a flickering fire, but he knew it was a greenscreen background, having seen her use it on some of her livestreams.

At the same time, Furaha's video started playing, showing her using a similar greenscreen setup with a desert background. Also nude, she fired off a brilliant grin and began dancing slowly. It reminded him of some tribal dances he'd seen on YouTube, no doubt another part of the gimmick the girls had used since they started gaming together.

"Helo, beautiful." Woody pulled his shirt off and flung it in the general direction of the laundry basket in the corner, then took his pants and underwear off, freeing his now fully-erect cock. A smoldering smile spread across Masika's face.

"And hello there. Nice to see that again."

Woody grinned and stroked his shaft for a moment, trying to divide his attention between her and the recording of Furaha's enticing dance. Masika reached offscreen and picked up a dildo. Woody had seen her using the same one countless times, but never failed to appreciate the fact that it was roughly the size of his dick instead of the typical monstrous size he'd seen in some of the porn he watched.

She sat up, spread her legs apart, and slid it slowly into her. She must've been working herself over for a while because she was already wet and ready for action. She gasped and her face contorted for a few seconds before she gazed directly into the camera and moved the dildo in and out of her.

He wondered, not for the first time, how she could be so at-ease. What she was doing was illegal as hell here. Maybe her culture was different. He'd heard that parts of the world were more relaxed about such things. On the other hand, the other three girls had needed to talk her into this two years ago, so maybe she'd just gotten used to it by now.

He reached for his lube and began cranking one out while Furaha danced and Masika went to town on herself. Furaha's dance slowed as she ran her palms over her body, fondled her breasts, and finally the dance ended and she just stood in front of the camera and masturbated. Masika plunged the toy into herself repeatedly with one hand and massaged her clit with the other, then she began squeezing her thighs together while beaming into the camera -- into his eyes, effectively.

It was too much for him to hold himself back. The pressure built up quickly and he grabbed a handful of tissues from the box in one of his desk drawers. He stroked himself faster and stared first at Furaha and then at Masika as the pressure became unbearable.

Masika's face twisted again, her hips twitched, and she cried out.

Oh yes! Woody held his breath so he wouldn't moan or scream while he blasted his load into the wadded tissues. Tears streamed down his cheeks from the sheer intensity of it and he barely stopped himself from voicing his next thought: I love you!

Once he was finally spent, he sat there and gasped for breath, his mind spinning. Finally, he opened his eyes and found Masika hunched forward, her whole body shuddering, her eyes closed, wearing a smile that could've turned night into day. She drew in one long breath after another until she recovered, then she gazed into the camera again.

In the recording, Furaha continued working herself over, her movements growing more and more frenzied. Woody watched her for a few seconds.

I love you!

Masika took one more long breath and let it out quickly while her eyes moved ever so slightly, taking in his body. She aimed another of her smoldering smiles at him.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Thank you." He smiled and stuffed the tissues into a plastic bag from the box he kept in another drawer. "You're incredible!"

"So are you." She grinned. "That was a lot of cum."

"You're very inspirational."

She laughed and bowed. "As are you. See you in four days, my dear."

"I can't wait."

She signed off and he did the same. Then he tied the baggie off, cleaned up, and stuck the bag into his wastebasket, easing it under the mass of crumpled-up papers he kept in it for the sole purpose of hiding the evidence of his out-of-control teenage hormones. He watched the video of Furaha finish with her coming so hard that her legs buckled. She remained on her knees for a moment, beamed into the camera, blew a kiss, and then reached over to her laptop to stop the recording.

You're incredible, too. Woody saved the video in his encrypted folder and sat still for a few minutes, still recovering from his moment of apotheosis.

He glanced at the door and decided he'd pushed his luck far enough. He powered his laptop down and got into bed before either of his parents could wake up and go for a middle-of-the-night piss and catch him still awake.

Only four more days. Not long at all. No sweat.

He sighed.

Nah, it's totally gonna feel like forever.