an experiment in erotic communication
The Camera Eye
PT 1 | PT 2 |
I saw her one night as she came out of the Humanities building, a tall girl with dark clothes and short black hair. Multiple rings gleamed in her ear as she passed beneath a lamp. She walked toward the library. I followed. The weight of the camera bag at my side felt solid; reassuring. It served as a good anchor against the stormy nature of human contact. Inside I found her sitting at the index computers. I kept my distance and studied her. She had numerous earrings in both ears and a pierced nose. Her figure was in the healthy area between slim and solid, with a smallish chest and wide hips. Her hair was about two inches long and ran wild on her head. She was perfect. I decided to wait and talk on her way out, so I spent a handful of minutes staring at the bulletins and flyers on the wall near the exit. Roommate wanted. Anime club meeting. Blood drive. Art exhibit. Subjects needed for psych experiment.
She finished her business and began walking toward the door. I
approached with a smile and said hello. She slowed, giving me a
quick look of appraisal before responding.
"Hi." She had dark, inquisitive brown eyes and full lips. Her skin was light without quite being pale. She had that kind of quiet prettiness that gets more noticeable the longer you look. She turned her full attention on me, and for a terrible moment I couldn't speak. Something jammed between my brain and my vocal chords and tripped up the works. She watched me curiously as I fumbled for words. I could almost feel whatever chemistry we might have had dissolving away into the chilly air.
"I'm a photographer," I managed, feeling like an idiot. "I'd like you to model for me." Direct and to the point. Bad.
Her eyes narrowed but she didn't walk away. "Oh yeah? What kind of photographer?"
Finally the words came out. "I'm working on a project about individuality and self-image, you know, how people express themselves through their appearance. I'm putting together a portfolio and you have the exact look that I had in mind." As I spoke I tried my best to be charming. Disarming. Normal. I was clutching my camera bag with a viselike grip.
"This is really for an art class?" She asked, glancing toward the door. The silver stud in her nose flashed. "Nothing weird?"
"No, not at all," I answered, probably a little too quickly. "Just a photo layout of you in your own clothes. Natural poses. It will only take a half-hour at the most."
She chewed her lip and seemed to consider for a moment, then looked me in the eyes and asked the worst possible question. "Does it pay anything?"
"No," I answered. "But I can give you your own custom portfolio with all the shots you like," I smiled and shrugged. Honesty was the only thing I had going for me. "Best I can do on a student budget."
She paused, then cracked a crooked little smile in return. "Okay, sure. What the hell."
"Great!" I responded, trying to hide my surprise. "Um, when's good for you?"
"How about tomorrow," she answered right away, "around six?"
"Sure. Meet here in front of the library and we'll get started."
She nodded, still wearing her quirky smile. "Okay."
"Oh, by the way, my name's Rick," I added, offering her my hand.
She took it and squeezed lightly. "Angela."
"Nice to meet you, Angela."
She released my hand and looked at me for a long moment. I wondered what she saw. "I have a class to get to," she said abruptly. "See you later."
"See you." I nodded, suddenly feeling more anxious than ever. She walked through the door and disappeared without a backward glance, leaving me to ponder our short conversation. On the way home I made up my mind that she wasn't going to show. Maybe she wanted to string me along, or maybe she thought she was being nice by not just telling me to fuck off. Oh well, it didn't matter. I'd still keep the appointment. It wasn't like I had anything better to do.
The next day was rainy and gray. I tried to work up the nerve to approach someone else, but I couldn't. I'd known I was overstepping my limits when I decided to photograph women. Approaching them always made me twitchy. I think it was from all the merciless teasing I got in middle school. A gang of cute girls in my class had gotten a kick out of humiliating the nerdy types, and they'd seemed to have it in for me especially. I wasn't half as shy or nerdy as I used to be, but talking to women still made my stomach twist into knots.
After my morning classes I spent a few hours just walking in the drizzle. I watched people as they acted and interacted; each the center of their own little universe. Most had enough gravity to pull others in. Some pushed them away. I seemed to neither repulse nor attract; I was completely and horribly inert.
I went to the library at six o'clock, hoping I was wrong. At six-thirty I was still standing out in the rain. It somehow felt appropriate. When the gray sky gave way to black, I turned and headed home. The rain had turned the roads into mirrors. I could see every streetlamp and traffic light reflected on the ground, but whenever I focused on one and walked toward it, it seemed to disappear just as it came within reach.
Thursday. The end of my school week. The sky was full of drizzle and the students seemed subdued as they milled from class to class. It occurred to me that my life was turning into some exceptionally dull film noir movie. I suppose I was the hero. I had the squarish jaw for it, but not the build or the attitude. Shitty casting. Nobody would want to see a film without a heroine either. I knew that I sure wouldn't.
The drizzle stopped and I ate lunch outside. I was scribbling some lines of my life's hypothetical screenplay into a sketchbook and pretending to be artistic when a shadow appeared in the corner of my eye. It came closer. To my surprise the black lines and white surfaces came together in the form of Angela.
"Hi." She smiled apologetically. "I'm really sorry I didn't make it yesterday. I had to rewrite a paper for my Ethnic Studies class." She was wearing a small pair of oval plastic-rimmed glasses. She looked unbearably cute in them.
"Not a big deal," I replied, smiling back. I was suddenly and distinctly aware of my pulse. "Are you still interested?"
"Yeah," she answered, her eyes flitting down over my sketchbook for a moment. "How about tonight at five?"
"Can you make that five-thirty?" Cute or not, I was struggling enough in statistics already.
"Sure. Do I need any special clothes or anything?" She asked.
"No," I said looking at what she was wearing. She had on a dark brown turtleneck sweater with blue jeans and a pair of heavily scuffed Docs. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra. "This outfit's perfect," I told her.
She smiled. "Okay then, five-thirty at the library." With a little wave she walked away. I sat there wondering if the little tingle on the back of my neck meant that things were looking up, or that a natural disaster was coming. Maybe it was both.
I was at the library forty-five seconds after my class ended. She was already there waiting. I was nervous. I'd found a likely deal breaker in the form of booked-up studios at the art department. Angela looked at me with an unreadable expression as I explained it to her, then I threw out the only alternative I had. Hopefully it wouldn't sound like too much of a line.
"Well, I do have a studio at my apartment, but if you don't feel safe going to some art weirdo's place, I won't take it personally," I said. "I can reserve time here for early next week."
"I don't mind," she replied after a moment's hesitation. "Your place is fine."
I expected an earthquake or hail of frogs to hit at any moment. "Alright then, this way."
We talked a bit on the short walk there. Angela told me that she was a CS major and that she grew up in Seattle before moving down here to California, though the current weather made her feel like she was back home. She'd moved here mainly to be with her high school crush but they'd since broken up. Shattered and burned were the exact words she used. I got the impression that she was pretty bright. She seemed a little weird too, in a good way. She told me that she'd modeled a few times for a friend, but this was the first time she'd done it for anyone else.
I ushered her inside my small apartment, showing her around a little before taking her to the 'studio.' It was nothing more than the small second bedroom set up with lights and a backdrop. I'd never even used it for shooting a model before. It had a sofa and a couple of chairs, and I told Angela to have a seat while I got my tools ready. She sat down and thumbed through an old portfolio of mine while I set up my camera and angled the lights.
"Wow," she said, coming to the small section of nudes. "Did all these girls pose for you?"
I smiled. "Not exactly, they were models hired by the art department. You're actually the first person to grace my humble studio."
She smiled back. "I feel honored."
"Everything's set," I announced, eager to get things rolling and break the tension. "Just stand in front of the backdrop and we'll see how the camera likes you." She got up and took position, looking at me with a slight smile as I focused in on her. I'd decided to start with black and white since it would give the most contrast with her clothes and hair. Plus it just seemed right.
"Try crossing your arms and looking casually at the camera." She did. "Good," I said taking a few shots of her. "Now look off to the side like someone just called your name." I took a few more pictures.
"Alright, look back at the camera and get mad. It's the bully that used to pull your hair and put lizards down your shirt in grade school." She flashed a smile, then glared and looked genuinely mean.
"Perfect!" I was starting to enjoy this. "Now its that guy you've always liked, only cuter. See if you can make him melt." She softened her expression and looked at me with such an intense gaze that my heart started to pound. To top it off, she stuck out her pierced tongue and curled it at me.
"Awesome," I said, swallowing hard. After several more shots I asked her to try a rock star pose. She put her hands on her hips and lifted her chin, looking at me almost arrogantly. She was doing great.
"Very good," I said, clicking away. "Just do whatever you feel like. Whatever comes naturally." Angela lifted her arms and slid her fingers through her hair while lowering her chin and looking sexily at the camera. Then she slowly spun around, seeming to intentionally show off her well-rounded ass. I was getting more than a little aroused, and the gawkiness I'd managed to shrug off behind the camera was returning even as Angela settled down into some less provocative poses. I reminded myself that I had a project to do.
"Do you have any tattoos?" I asked, trying to sound as professional as possible.
"Yeah," she answered with a grin. "One. But I don't know if I want to show it." It seemed like more of a tease than a refusal, but I couldn't be sure. Interpreting flirty behavior had never been my strong point.
"No pressure." I said, my curiosity quietly raging. Then another thought occurred to me. "You wouldn't happen to be pierced anywhere else, would you?"
She didn't say anything. She just pulled up her sweater a bit, revealing her white stomach and pierced bellybutton.
"Very nice," I commented honestly. It was a plain silver barbell stuck through the upper rim of her navel. Her belly was softly rounded and firm looking. I took a few pictures to finish the set, then stopped to load a new roll of film.
"So, how do you like being a model?" I asked.
"It's not bad. More fun than I thought it'd be."
"It comes across in the pictures. They're going to rock." I finished reloading and looked at Angela, trying to keep a businesslike air. "You sure you don't want to show your tattoo? After all, its part of who you are." Of course, I broke into an embarrassed smile after the word 'sure'.
She seemed to waver for a moment. "Okay," she finally said. "You talked me into it."
She unhitched the top button of her jeans and lifted her shirt again. I felt my heart thud heavily in my chest as she turned and hiked her pants down enough to give a clear look at the elaborate tattoo drawn on her lower back. It looked like a round disc with a bunch of Mayan or Indian-style symbols on it. I could also see the upper crack of her butt. She held the pose as I took several shots.
"I like it," I commented, referring to both the tattoo and her backside. "Any special meaning?"
She turned around and settled her clothes back into place. "Thanks. I just liked the design. It was way cooler than most of that tribal and Asian crap."
"I bet you get asked this all the time, but did it hurt?"
"A little yeah. But the piercings hurt more. Especially these." She grinned and pulled up her shirt, dispelling any doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. She flashed her firmly rounded tits at me, the pair of silver rings in her pierced brown nipples shining brightly.
"Wow," was all I could say. I didn't even think to take a picture.
"Sorry," she said, pulling her shirt down and looking slightly ashamed. "I don't usually flash strangers. It must be the lights."
"Hmm," I said, feeling myself blush. "Maybe I should get more of them then. I won't complain if you have anything else you want to show off. Honest."
She smiled at me, not seeming to notice the unsteady arousal in my voice; either that or she didn't mind it. I couldn't really be blamed under the conditions anyway. This was the first time a girl had ever flashed her tits at me, or her butt for that matter.
"Well," she said coyly, "there *is* one more I could show you." I went down a mental checklist of what I knew she had pierced already, and there weren't many options left. I swallowed hard again.
Angela unbuttoned her pants all the way down and slowly lowered them to her mid-thighs. I stared in a state of mild shock as her dark triangle of closely trimmed pubic hair appeared. She spread her legs a short distance apart to reveal the delicate lips of her pussy and the captivating gleam of a clit ring. My pants suddenly felt much tighter. I remembered the camera this time and used up the last of the film on a gradually closer sequence of shots, which ended up with a few very enticing frames of her jeweled vulva. She turned her head to the side with an embarrassed smile and half-covered her face as the shutter clicked away.
"Beautiful." I felt light-headed as I stood back from the camera. "If this is the lighting's fault, then every studio needs lights like these." Even to me my voice sounded husky, but she only giggled as I quickly rewound the film and popped a fresh roll in. "I bet that one hurt the most."
"It wasn't too bad actually," she answered, looking down at herself. "I just got the hood pierced. Some girls actually get their clits done, but that sounded a little too hardcore for me." She started to pull her pants up.
"You mind if I get some with your whole body?" I asked, immediately wincing at my choice of words. "I mean a few shots of all your piercings from the neck down. For the whole image." I tried to think before each word and sound as objective as possible, though this was quite possibly the most turned on I'd ever been. "You can lean back on a chair if you want."
"Sure." She followed my suggestion, sitting down in one of the wooden chairs before lowering her jeans again and raising her sweater. I angled the lights so that they cast better shadows over the curves of her body. She was reclining on the edge of the seat with her legs close together, the gently rising mound of her black-haired pussy outlined distinctly in the sidelong lighting. Her torso was slouched slightly with her sweater bunched up just above her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and her tits thrust out prominently above the smooth slope of her stomach. All of her piercings gleamed. It was gorgeous. She was looking at me dead on from behind her glasses, her cheeks flushing a light pink color. She wasn't smiling anymore, but her eyes told me that she was enjoying this almost as much as I was.
I snapped a dozen pictures before removing the camera from its tripod. I told myself it was just to get some odd-angle shots and not really because I wanted to get closer. After several shots at different angles I found myself on my knees about three feet away from her, my heart thumping in my chest. My eyes were level with her bellybutton, my camera acting as a flimsy barrier between us. I told myself that I should just be content with this and not test the limits of the universe any farther, but I was too caught up in the moment to listen. Camera forgotten, my eyes wandered downward over Angela's close-cropped pubic hair to focus on the ring that circled through a delicate fold at the top of her slit. The slightly swollen lips that vanished down between her thighs were like a mystery waiting to be explored; one that promised an answer to all the questions I'd ever asked in all my nights alone.
I glanced up and saw that she was watching me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Feeling suddenly bold, I moved up close with my face beside her right hip. I could smell her arousal now. It was an inviting and earthy scent, the spicy aroma of sex. On a whim I leaned over and exhaled slowly, breathing a low gust of warm air over her crotch. She gasped and her hips gave a little twitch, causing the chair to creak. My head swimming, I did it again, taking an even deeper breath and releasing it over her pussy.
She shuddered and gasped again, her legs drifting a few inches apart. Her jeans had slid down around her knees.
"If you keep doing that I'll have to smother you," she said, her voice sounding low and slightly thick. She was looking down at me with a very intent expression. My pulse pounded in my ears. Setting my camera down, I took another deep breath and slowly let it out over her vulva. I could see the muscles in her stomach tense up.
"Ahh fuck," she gasped, and true to her word, she hunched her hips upward and pushed herself against my face. I slid my hands under her ass and caught her almost instinctively as I kissed the warm lips of her pussy. I licked slowly over the top of her slit near her clitoris then dipped my tongue down between her folds. She tasted just like she smelled, with an edge of tartness that faded away the more I licked her. Her legs opened and I moved in between her thighs, feeling her fingers run down through my hair and over the back of my head. She whimpered as I locked my lips over her clit and tongued the ring in her hood, swirling it around with slow, steady movements.
"That feels so fucking good," she whispered, rhythmically grinding her hips against my mouth. I kneaded the firm cheeks of her ass and licked her with more energy. Her pubic hair tickled my nose and the scent of her body filled my senses. I loved it. I moaned into her pussy, surrendering myself fully to the wet heat on my face and the firm flesh in my hands. Her gasps became louder, then in a few moments she let out a series of sharp moans as her body shivered against me. She was cumming on my face. I gripped her ass tightly as she humped her pussy at my tongue a few more times, then she suddenly relaxed and fell limp. I had to hold her steady so she wouldn't slip off the chair. She seemed a bit dazed, so I slid my arms under her body and gently carried her to the couch. She sighed as I lowered her down. Her pants were down around her calves, and I knelt in front of her and rubbed her smooth thighs while she lay there looking up at me.
"You made me come really hard," she said candidly.
I smiled, feeling proud and silly at the same time. "You deserved it for being such a great model."
"Yeah?" She smiled wryly. "I bet you say that to all the girls."
"Actually I don't," I answered, kissing her below her bellybutton as she started to stand. "I just didn't want to say 'it's because I really like you' and mess everything up." I got to my feet and gave her a hand as she pulled her pants up and smoothed out her sweater.
"Well in that case, just shut your mouth, stand there, and look pretty." She grinned and dropped back on the edge of the couch, hooking her fingers through the belt loops of my jeans and pulling me in closer. She kept eye contact with me as she slowly undid my fly, sending a shiver of anticipation through my body with every touch. Her hands found me rock hard and straining, and she released my cock from its denim prison with an impish smile on her lips. She glanced down and studied it as she tugged on it gently, moving the taut skin back and forth over the shaft. Judging by her intent gaze I'd say that she liked what she saw. It wasn't huge, but my dick had a solid weight to it and curved slightly upward. She breathed on it like I'd done to her, making me shiver as the warm air blew teasingly over my cock. It was maddening and made me ache with the desire to feel something tight and warm close around it. I groaned as she breathed on me again. Then she leaned forward, looking up at me as she wrapped her lips around the head and took it slowly into her mouth.
The sensations of liquid warmth and pressure caused by someone sucking your cock are impossible to adequately put into words. All rational thought tends to disappear when it happens, and the only thing you can remember afterward is an intense melty feeling centered in your groin and spreading throughout your whole body. I was conscious only of Angela's head bobbing slowly on my cock. She took about two-thirds of me into her mouth with each motion, her fingers circling around the base to hold it steady. I could feel her tongue at work, the rounded stud in it sliding around deliciously underneath the head. She closed her eyes and moaned softly around my cock as I ran my fingers through her short silky hair. It was amazingly soft and felt like something I could play with for hours, especially while watching those pretty lips of hers move up and down over my dick. I reached down with my free hand and slid it over the front of her sweater, feeling a perky breast nearly spring into my hand as she straightened her back in response. I held and squeezed it gently, feeling the ringed and erect nipple poke against my palm. She began sucking harder with a look of deep concentration on her face, her cheeks hollowing inward. It had been great before, but now it was incredible. I felt the end approaching quickly.
"I'm gonna come," I breathed, and she only quickened her pace. I tensed up, groaning as I felt the pressure swell and build to the bursting point, then I exploded into Angela's mouth. It was so intense it was almost painful. Just as the pulses were subsiding, she suddenly choked and pulled away to spit a surprisingly large volume of cum out onto the floor.
"You all right?" I asked, holding her shoulder and feeling guilty as she coughed a few times. I hadn't had an orgasm in a while and I should have warned her. Still, that had been a lot even for me.
"Yeah," she answered, seeming to have cleared her windpipe. "Sorry. You kind of overwhelmed me." She wiped her mouth and scrunched her face up at me, looking embarrassed. "Did any come out my nose?" It was the kind of look that was so unintentionally cute as to be irresistible.
"Nope. Come here." I pulled her to her feet and kissed her on her wet lips. I slid my arms around her, still swaying a bit from my orgasm. She kissed me back, her tongue slippery and tasting of cum. I ran my fingers over the back her neck and through her hair. Her lips pressed harder against mine, her hands moving down my back and over my ass. My cock was rubbing on her sweater and pressing against her lower stomach. It was still fully hard, which wasn't too surprising since I hadn't been with a girl as hot as Angela in, well, ever.
I turned and sat down slowly, pulling her along. She took her glasses off and straddled me as our lips merged again. We took turns sucking each other's lips and tongues, our hot breath mingling as we kissed soulfully on the couch. Angela was grinding herself against me, and I was so hard it hurt.
"I want you bad, Rick," she breathed. She took one of her hands from around my neck to fumble in her front pocket, an expression of pure lust on her face. She pulled out a little square package and opened it, her lips still locked with mine. She unrolled the condom over my straining cock, then quickly stood to practically tear her shoes and pants off. I did the same, shoving my pants down and pulling my shirt over my head. As she kicked her panties free and regained her balance, I leaned forward and caught her by the hips, pressing my mouth against her pubes and kissing her with passionate adoration. Angela pushed me back impatiently. She grasped my cock and straddled me again, sinking down on my lap with a groan. I felt the warm tightness of her pussy enfold me as I slid into her deeply on the first try. She immediately began to fuck me, humping her butt up and down urgently while her hands climbed up over my shoulders to pull me in for a kiss. She was more turned on than I'd ever seen a woman get before. It added fuel to my own fire, stoking my passion higher and higher. I moved my hips up to meet her while I sucked and nibbled gently on her bottom lip. Sliding my hands up under her sweater, I seized her tits and squeezed them firmly, pinching and rolling her ringed nipples between my fingers. She moaned and stopped on the next downstroke, her pelvis resting snugly against me with my cock buried completely inside her. She looked into my eyes for a moment, then I felt a sudden squeeze as her pussy contracted tightly around me. It felt incredible. She repeated it several times, gripping and releasing my cock as she watched the reaction on my face.
"Jesus Christ," I groaned, reaching around beneath her sweater to hold her by the shoulders. She smiled, then slowly started moving again. Before she could pick up the pace, I swung her body to the side and turned her around so that she was underneath me on the couch. She instantly locked her legs around me and pulled me forward, groaning as I buried myself in her again with one smooth thrust. The only thing on my mind was an overwhelming desire to fuck this incredible girl senseless.
Angela dug her fingers into the sofa cushion behind her head as I began pumping her with long, deliberate strokes. She looked up at me through half-closed eyes and moaned, knitting her brows and biting her lower lip. I framed her face with my hands and fucked her harder, stroking my thumbs over her lips. She sucked at one for moment before suddenly arching her back and moaning loudly, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders with surprising strength. I looked into her eyes as she came, watching her lose focus on me as the shudders wracked her body. I quickly decided that there was nothing more beautiful than an orgasming woman's face.
I slowed my motions, then stopped as she closed her eyelids tightly and the shivers in her body subsided. I gently pulled out of her, the condom glistening wetly. It looked wrinkled and abused. She lay there for a minute with her eyes closed, her chest heaving. Her breathing slowed as I stroked her hair, then her eyes flickered open and she looked up at me with a dreamy looking smile. I smiled back and kissed her lightly on the lips. She looked like she'd had enough. I slid off of her and gave her a hand up. I think neither of us wanted to spoil the moment by saying anything.
We got dressed quickly. Angela gathered up her bookbag, and giving me a wave, she left. I watched her walk away, noticing the drizzle was starting again. She'd just gone out of sight around the corner when I realized that I'd forgotten to ask for her phone number. I hesitated for a second, then ran after her and caught her just before she crossed the street. Somehow our universes had collided, now I had to see if they would fall into orbit around each other or rebound and fly off in different directions.
"Hey," she said, turning and smiling slightly.
I suddenly felt awkward again. "Could I get your number? For when the pictures are ready, I mean."
"Oh yeah. Sure." She dug a pen out of her bag, then took my hand and wrote the digits on my palm. She gave my hand a lingering squeeze before letting it go. She pulled back, looking a bit awkward herself. "Okay, see you around, Rick."
"See you," I answered. She turned and walked away. It was raining by the time I got back to my door.
Great sex has a way of changing your outlook on life. I barely noticed the rain as I walked back to my door. Back inside, the apartment was somehow different. Angela's photoshoot had shattered the quiet solitude, and the place began to feel more isolated than ever as the echoes slowly faded away. Her scent still lingered faintly in the studio. I knew I would miss it when it was gone.
The next day I developed the first roll of photographs. All of them were good, and several were exactly what I'd wanted. I couldn't take much credit for it though; it was Angela who had made all the difference. She was on my mind almost constantly. I debated calling her, but I felt it was too soon. I decided to wait.
Saturday night. It was late and I'd just fallen into bed after a boring evening alone when I heard a quiet knock at my door. Throwing on some clothes, I went and looked out through the peephole. It was Angela. I quickly opened the door, trying to hide my surprise.
"Hi Rick," she said slowly. She was wearing khaki slacks and a black short-sleeved top. No glasses. She looked somewhat disheveled. "Can I come in?" Her voice sounded odd, and I realized that she was probably drunk. It figured that having a woman show up on my doorstep while in a rational state of mind was just too much to ask.
"Um, sure." I let her in and closed the door. As soon as it was shut she grabbed me clumsily and kissed me. Her mouth definitely tasted like she'd been drinking, though she'd had a mint or something to help deal with it. I felt a twinge of conscience. I broke the kiss and looked at her.
"What's up?" I asked, trying to stifle my libido.
"This," she replied, kissing me again. I pushed her away gently. She blinked, looking a little bewildered and more than a little turned on. "Don't you like me?"
"I do like you," I answered, feeling like a complete loser. But this was all wrong. "You're just a bit drunk."
My first time had been like this, clumsy drunken fumbling at a party with a girl I didn't even know. That wasn't what I'd wanted then, and it wasn't what I wanted now.
Angela pulled away and stood there looking dejected. "I'm...I'm sorry. It's just...my date turned out shitty and I didn't want to go home. I thought..." she swayed a bit, her eyes looking glassy. "Never mind. I should go."
"No, it's all right. Stay." I took her by the hand and lead her to the couch in my living room. I wasn't about to throw her out. Besides, I did feel flattered that she'd come to see me, drunk or not. I pulled her down on the cushion with me and held her with her legs across my lap. She started kissing my neck as I turned on the TV. I set the volume low and let my fingers play gently through her soft black hair, trying to ignore how incredibly arousing it was just to have her laying there pressed up against me.
"Mmm, you're a great guy," she murmured, resting her head against my chest. Her words made me feel good, even though she might not even remember any of this later. In a few minutes she was asleep. I moved her arm from around my neck and lifted her up. She twitched a bit and mumbled something I couldn't make out as I carried her into my bedroom. I wasn't the most athletic guy, but luckily it was a short distance and I managed to get her there without banging her head against anything. I set her down on the bed carefully. She looked sexy lying there with her mussed up hair and her long legs spread slightly apart. I fought with the urge to undo her clothes, fondle her, or just flat out fuck her. It would be so damn easy to do. That's what she'd come looking for anyway, right? Maybe. Maybe not. I rolled her onto her stomach and eased her head toward the side of the bed, hoping she wouldn't throw up during the night. I dimmed the lights, then on impulse kissed her on the cheek before going back out to lie on the couch. In the soft gloom of the shaded streetlamps outside I lay there and wondered if it was possible to fall in love with someone you barely knew. It took me a long time to drift off.
I woke up to an empty apartment. She must have been pretty quiet when letting herself out. There was a note stuck to the refrigerator with a big smiley face on it.
'Thank you,' it read. 'I'm sorry about last night and I really appreciate what you did. Call me later?'
I called. I was nervous, but the conversation flowed pretty smoothly after the initial bits of awkwardness passed. We ended up talking for over an hour, and I was surprised at how much we actually had in common. She confessed to being somewhat of a geek in high school, someone that was usually overlooked by everybody else. In her senior year she'd decided to break out of that mold once and for all. She'd gone out and gotten her nose pierced, and after that she found out that she wasn't invisible anymore.
"It wasn't like I was a different person," she explained, "but it gave people a reason to talk to me. And once they did I could be myself." I felt much the same way about my camera. It was a focus, a conversation piece, a safety buffer. You could ask questions about a camera or a piercing and still be casual. Asking things about a person was more invasive.
When there was short lull, I decided to go for it.
"Hey, if you're free one night, I know a good Thai place downtown. My treat." I hoped my voice didn't betray how anxious I was.
She didn't hesitate at all. "Sure. How's Wednesday sound? I'm working part-time the rest of the week."
"Sounds awesome." I answered. "Eight work for you?"
It sounded like she was smiling, but I couldn't be sure. I was grinning like a total moron.
"Okay," I said. "I'll come by your place and we'll go from there. I'll bring your pictures too." Earlier she'd told me that she shared an apartment with two other girls only a few blocks away from mine.
"Cool, I'll be waiting. See you then."
We said goodbye, and that was that. Easy. Almost too good to be true.
By Wednesday I had all her prints ready and done up as professionally as I could manage. I even ordered flowers. Then a half hour before eight, my cellphone buzzed. It was Angela. As soon as I heard her voice, I knew.
"Hi Rick. I hate to do this, but something came up and I can't make it tonight." She sounded sincere, but mostly I heard the low rumble of the universe shifting back to its normal axis.
"Oh," I replied, trying not to sound too disappointed. "It's okay. Raincheck?"
She paused for a moment. "I don't think so...I'm going to be really busy for a while." Another pause. "Sorry."
"Well, okay then." I felt like I was drifting helplessly off into space. "Can I drop your pictures by sometime?"
"Yeah, that'd be great. Rick, I really am sorry."
"It's no big deal," I lied. "See ya around?"
"Yeah," she answered slowly. "See you."
And that was that. Fuck. I looked over at the flowers sitting by the door, right next to the white cardboard sleeve with her pictures in it. Feeling masochistic, I grabbed my camera and took a shot of the scene. I would be a good photo to frame and put somewhere in my bedroom. I could even title it 'Futility' or something like that. The flowers continued to sit there and silently mock me. I decided that there was no time like the present to get rid of them.
I wandered toward Angela's apartment with the intention of leaving her things on the doorstep and fading out of her life. On the way, a blonde girl and her black boyfriend passed me on the sidewalk. The blonde saw the flowers in my hand and smiled, then gave her boyfriend a sharp nudge in the ribs.
"See? *He* knows what he's doing," I heard her tell him as they walked away. I just shook my head, wishing it were true.
Angela's apartment was on the second floor of a two-story complex. I thought about knocking, but if she was inside watching TV or something I'd rather not know about it. I propped the cardboard sleeve up against the wall and laid the flowers down beside it. She lived in a fairly nice area so I wasn't worried about someone stealing them. I had just turned to leave when I came face to face with the disapproving expression of a short, sour-faced young woman who had just come up the stairs from the first floor. She had her brown hair tied back in a ponytail and her face was flushed like she'd just returned from a jog. She glanced at the sleeve and the flowers, seeming to note Angela's name on the card.
"She's not here," the girl said curtly. "She went out on a date with her ex."
"Thanks," I answered with a weak smile. "Now I feel like even more of an idiot."
She looked at me for a moment, then her expression softened. "Sorry." She began to unlock the door to the apartment. "I'll make sure she gets these. You wanna come in for a beer or something?"
"I should be going. Thanks for the offer though," I answered. She was fairly attractive when she wasn't scowling and had impressively large breasts, but the last thing I wanted was more social embarrassment.
I walked aimlessly for a while and watched the various sorts of people as they came and went, wondering if any of them felt quite as discouraged as I did. I supposed that I should've felt lucky about having hooked up with Angela at all, but now I almost wished I'd never met her. We'd seemed to fit well together, well enough to make me want so much more than just a simple fuck. College was supposed to be all about parties and casual sex, but I just wasn't wired that way.
A week passed. I tried to concentrate on my classes, but Angela was still on my mind more often than not. Once or twice I considered calling her, but our last conversation had seemed rather final. Still, I was bound to run into her again eventually. I only wondered if she would even acknowledge me when it happened.
The following Monday I was walking home from my evening classes when my cellphone rang. It was a number I didn't know.
"Hi." It was a girl's voice. "This is Nicole. From when you were dropping off the flowers and stuff? Ponytail? Bitchy? Remember?"
"Yeah, I remember." I did, though I had no idea why she was calling me. "What's up?"
"I saw a few of the pictures you took of Angela and thought they were really good. She gave me your number, and I was wondering if you could take some of me."
"Um, sure," I was caught a little off guard. I also wondered which ones she'd seen, as I'd included all the more risque pictures in the portfolio I dropped off. "We can set a time, evenings are best for me."
"Great. How much will it cost?"
For a moment I didn't know how to respond. I'd never been offered money before.
"I'm not a pro, so no charge," I replied. "You're actually doing me a favor by letting me practice."
"Hmm." Her tone made it impossible to tell whether she approved or not. "Okay then. How about tonight?" One thing was certain, she didn't waste time.
"Sure, that'll be fine." I gave her directions to my apartment and we set the appointment for an hour away. As I got home and started setting up, I briefly wondered if this shoot might turn out anything like Angela's. Nicole didn't strike me as the adventurous type though. She seemed more like the kind who could make a photoshoot as much fun as getting kicked in the mouth.
Nicole arrived exactly on time and carrying a travel bag full of clothes. I could already feel my teeth starting to hurt, but I just smiled and guided her to my studio. She was even shorter than I remembered, maybe five foot two at the tallest. She had her hair down this time. It was light brown, slightly curly, and reached just past her shoulders. She was also wearing some makeup and looked to be in a better mood than before. She wasn't exactly striking, but she did have a well-shaped face and an athletic figure. Her large chest made her look rather top heavy, but that wasn't a bad thing.
"So," I asked as loaded the camera. "What kind of pictures did you have in mind?"
She hesitated for a moment before answering, seeming almost embarrassed. "My fiance is in the Army overseas and I wanted to, well, surprise him."
"Ah," I answered, noticing the small ring twinkling on her finger for the first time. "Am I right in guessing that means something a little provocative?" I tried to do my best impression of someone who knew what he was doing.
She nodded, blushing slightly. "I took a peek at the pictures you brought before I gave them to Angela. The, um, nude ones seemed very tastefully done."
"Thanks." I smiled sheepishly, wondering if she'd still have the same opinion if she knew what had happened afterward. "Well, whenever you're ready we can get started. You can use the bathroom to change." Nicole hesitated, suddenly looking stiff and anxious. Strangely enough I barely felt nervous at all. I think the fact that she was engaged made me feel safer somehow.
"Actually, lets start with some warm up pictures," I said, switching on the small stereo I'd brought in earlier. One thing I'd learned from school photoshoots is that a little low music helped everyone to relax. "Just try to forget that I'm here. Pretend the camera is your fiance, and that it's just you and him."
I snapped a half dozen shots to get her used to the camera. She smiled and seemed to loosen up a bit.
"Should I change now?" She asked. It almost seemed like she was talking to the camera instead of me.
"Sure, go ahead."
Nicole grabbed her bag and disappeared into the hall bathroom. She was in there for so long I was beginning to think she'd had second thoughts, but then she finally reappeared. It was my turn to feel a bit anxious as she came in wearing a tight schoolgirl outfit complete with pigtails and white knee-high socks. Her body was lightly tanned and very fit, and in the skimpy outfit her breasts looked even larger. She was blushing fiercely as she stood in front of the backdrop.
"You look great," I said, taking position behind the camera.
"Thanks," she answered. "What should I do now?"
I thought for a moment, thinking of the things that sexy schoolgirls were supposed to do. "Act shy and drag the toe of one foot around in front of you like you're marking the floor."
"Like this?" She did a near perfect impression of a coy schoolgirl, holding her arms behind her back and looking shyly at the camera. I wasn't too big on the look, but she had it down pat. She could have passed for a well endowed sixteen year old with no problem at all.
"Wonderful," I said with a smile, taking several shots. "Go with it. Remember, its your fiance watching, not me."
She began trying different poses, getting slightly naughtier with each one. She pressed her arms together and pushed out her chest, then bent forward to show off her cleavage. It was an impressive view, and I had her hold it until I was satisfied that I got some good shots. Then she started teasing with her skirt, pulling it up inch by inch until she was exposing just a hint of her white panties. It was my turn to start blushing, but she didn't seem to notice. She was focusing almost totally on the camera and seemed much more relaxed. I suggested she turn a bit and she responded with a slow girlish twirl, ending up with her back to the camera. She lifted her skirt again and revealed a glimpse of her butt, then she bent forward and poked her skirted ass right at the camera. She could definitely be sexy when she wanted to be.
"Could you lean forward a bit more?" I directed. She quickly did as I asked. "Great. Now flatten out your back...perfect." I clicked away and finished off the last of the roll.
She went to change again as I loaded some new film, trying to remain objective and stay focused on my job. Any chance of that failed when Nicole came back in wearing a white lace teddy and nothing else. Her hair was loose again and fell wildly around her shoulders.
"He really likes it when I wear this," she explained, looking a bit embarrassed. I could easily see why he did. Her nipples were visible through the lace and the white material drew attention to every curve from her chest down to her thighs.
"He must be a man of good taste," I commented. She smirked for a moment. Not sure what her reaction meant, I suggested that she make use of the sofa or one of the chairs if she wanted. She quickly sat down on the sofa, and I re-adjusted my lights and tripod to her new position.
"You know best about what he likes to see," I told her. "Its all you. Think about how hot these will make him."
She settled back and squeezed her tits together with her elbows, her legs spread slightly open. The upper part of her mound that was visible through the lace looked hairless and smooth. I moved in for some closer shots as Nicole began running her hands down over her tits and across her stomach, continuing down her body until both hands were resting on the insides of her thighs. Her face and upper chest were flushed, and it seemed like she might've been taking my advice about treating the camera like her fiance a little too literally. Not that I was complaining.
Gazing steadily into the camera, she moved one hand up and licked her index finger. I focused in for a few moments as she began to suck on it, my cock giving a sympathetic twitch in my jeans. The fingers of her other hand were moving in slow circles over her crotch. The studio was feeling warmer and warmer, and the only sounds in the room were the quiet R&B tunes on the radio and the soft click of the shutter. Nicole seemed to be off in her own little world.
She reached up with both hands and peeled the straps of her teddy off her shoulders, slowly pulling the top down until her sizeable tits bounced free from the cloth. Her nipples were large and erect, and her boobs quivered slightly as she moved her hands underneath and hefted them up in all their glory. Her fiance must've been a tit man. He wouldn't have had a choice. Nicole didn't even seem to notice me as I went in for some close-ups. Her tits were surprisingly large for someone with such a toned body, but they definitely didn't look fake. I enjoyed the show as she played with them for a few minutes, then adjusted my angle as she pushed her teddy down around her waist and slid her hand underneath it to rest between her legs.
"Arch your back," I suggested quietly, starting to feel like a porn director. She complied, and a moment later she was slowly stroking herself, the outlines of her fingers clearly visible as they moved under the white cloth of her teddy. It did seem like the shoot was quickly moving from tasteful into pornographic. Maybe Angela had been right about the lights.
Nicole suddenly sat up and stripped the teddy all the way off. She fell back onto the sofa and continued with what she'd been doing, caressing her breasts with one hand and stroking herself with the other. Her pussy looked freshly shaved or waxed, with no bumps or stubble at all. The petal-like lips were large and pink, and glistened under the lights as she slowly ran her fingers up and down over them. By this time I was hard as diamond, but it seemed like she'd almost forgotten I was even there.
"Try turning over," I whispered. Nicole immediately flipped over with her knees on the floor and leaned forward against the sofa, thrusting her round little ass into the air. She reached down and began rubbing herself from underneath, even running a finger over her clean and tightly puckered butthole. Her ass was arched up right at me, her head resting to one side on the cushion with her hair fanned out across her shoulder. It was an incredibly hot pose, and I was dangerously tempted to just grab her from behind and fuck the hell out of her, fiance or no.
I stopped to reload the camera and catch my breath. I was ready to cut the session off and go take a cold shower before something regrettable happened. Nicole held the pose and looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes fixed on the front of my tented jeans.
"Am I turning you on?" She asked, her gaze never leaving my crotch.
"Yes," I replied with an embarrassed grin, wondering why she'd bothered to ask. It had to be obvious that she was. "Yes you are. I think I need a break."
"Okay," she said, finally looking away. "I think I need one too." She stood up unsteadily and walked to the bathroom. I did my best to cool down in her absence. In a few minutes she returned, fully dressed and looking more composed.
"Those should be enough for now," she said, avoiding eye contact with me. Whatever spell she'd been under had obviously passed. "When can I pick them up?"
"I can have them ready in a few days," I answered, somewhat glad to be back on solid footing. I felt like I'd come very close to slipping off a cliff. "Should I call you when they're done?"
"Yes, please do."
She gathered up her bag and I escorted her to the door. After giving me a polite smile, she left. When she had gone I fell onto the living room couch to think for a while.
Nicole came by on Wednesday evening to get her pictures. I'd expected her to feel uncomfortable and leave quickly, but she seemed very casual and even wanted to look at the photos with me. I sat down on my living room couch and spread them out over the coffee table.
She took a seat beside me and began to scrutinize each one. "You do good work," she commented, looking at a picture of herself as a schoolgirl.
"Glad you like them," I smiled, feeling a bit distracted by her presence. She was sitting less than a foot away, close enough for me to smell her faint perfume. She had her hair tied back and was wearing jeans and a blue hooded sweater.
I saw her face color slightly as she regarded one of herself lying naked on the sofa, then she suddenly looked up and caught me watching her. I felt my heart beat faster as we locked eyes for a moment. I hadn't meant to look for as long as I did, but there was something in her face that held my gaze, an uncertain sort of embarrassment that told me she was enjoying the attention. We both looked away at the same time.
"Hey," I said, feeling an unusual rush of courage. "You wanna grab something to eat? Nothing like a date, just hanging out. You're not obligated to or anything." I half expected her to grab her pictures and storm off, or maybe slap me.
She only looked at me curiously, seeming to hesitate. "Right now?"
"Yeah. Thai okay?"
A quick flurry of emotions seemed to move across her face, then she smiled. "Okay."
Two orders of Pad Thai later, we were sitting in the restaurant and talking. She only brought up her fiance once, mentioning how he'd been away for almost eight months and was out of contact most of the time. She seemed a little bitter as she talked about him, and I got the feeling that things between them weren't exactly peachy. She also seemed pretty lonely. Working on a dual major in Business and Psychology didn't leave her whole lot of time to relax. There wasn't a whole lot we had in common, but we got along and seemed to enjoy each other's company.
Nicole had left her pictures back at my apartment, and after dinner we went back. She sat down on the couch as I gathered up the photos and put them in an envelope.
"The negatives are in there too," I said as I handed them over.
"Thank you." Her fingers brushed lightly over my hand as she took the envelope.
"My pleasure," I responded, meaning it.
"I should get back." She rose to her feet, seeming almost reluctant. "I have a lot of reading to do."
"Okay. If you feel like hanging out again sometime, just give me a call," I said, smiling as I walked her to the door. "I had fun tonight."
"I'll do that." She smiled back and left. It almost sounded like a promise.
The rest of the week was rough. I had two papers to do and hadn't given myself enough time to finish them. I squeaked by and got them in on time, though barely. Thursday afternoon I caught sight of Angela standing outside the library. She looked like she was waiting for someone. I thought about walking over and saying hello, but then *he* showed up. Angela grabbed his shoulders and kissed him as he ruffled her hair affectionately. The old boyfriend. He was stocky, well dressed, handsome, and had a cocky high-school quarterback kind of look that made me want to punch him in the face. Still, I had to admit that they looked good together. Suddenly feeling sick, I turned and walked away before she had a chance to see me.
Nicole called on Friday and we agreed to meet at a pizza place nearby. I was glad for the chance to get out, but I wasn't feeling extremely sociable. When I arrived I saw someone waving me over to their table, and it took a second to realize it was Nicole. She looked so different I almost didn't recognize her. She had her hair styled and was wearing a nice black v-neck top and white pants. She had a bit of eyeshadow and lipstick on and was looking quite good. For a moment I wondered if she was waiting for somebody else.
"You look great," I said, sitting down at the table. I felt like a bum in my jeans and faded long-sleeved shirt.
"Thanks." She smiled.
"Any special occasion?"
"No, I just felt like dressing up. It's been a while."
We ordered and made small talk for a bit. She talked a little about her classes and the Psych professor she couldn't stand, her pretty blue eyes locking with mine far too often to be accidental. I didn't mind it, though I was feeling a bit awkward. I started holding her gaze, wanting to see how long it would take for her to break it. It turned into a game to see who would look away first, and Nicole won more often than not. Our food came and we ate our pizza in silence for a time.
"If I didn't know better," I said, feeling the need to say something. "I'd say you were flirting with me."
"Oh?" She looked as if she had no idea what I was talking about. "What makes you say that?"
"Wishful thinking maybe?"
"I bet." There was a hint of a smile on her face, and also a bit of tomato sauce.
Feeling suddenly flirtatious myself, I took my napkin and reached over to dab it off. She let me get it, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Relax," I said with a smile. "It's just a little spot. Besides, its not like I've seen you naked before or anything."
Her eyes darted away and the rosy tint of a blush appeared on her cheeks. I made a mental note to shut up. I wasn't any good at this stuff.
We finished eating. Nicole insisted on getting the bill.
"Up for a movie?" I asked as we went outside. I felt like I owed her something for embarrassing her, if nothing else.
"Sure," she answered. "I think I'd rather stay in though."
"Well, I have a bunch of DVDs back at my place. Even popcorn."
"Only if it's the buttered kind," she answered, sounding very serious.
I assured her it was. On the way to my apartment I briefly wondered if we were moving into dangerous territory. It was hard to imagine that Nicole could be seriously interested in me though. She was probably just lonely and having a little fun.
When we arrived she chose The Last Samurai because she'd never seen it, and with the lights down and popcorn ready we started watching it on the couch. About fifteen minutes in, Nicole suddenly shifted closer and leaned her head against my shoulder. I felt my pulse quicken, but I tried to ignore it and focus on the movie. After a few minutes I gave up and put my arm around her. She nestled in even nearer, her warm body lying firmly against mine. I told myself it was just a bit of casual human contact. Harmless.
A little while later I felt her head turn against my shoulder. Wondering if she was falling asleep, I glanced down and saw that she was looking up at me with her head tilted slightly back. Mostly I saw the soft outline of her lips in the flickering light from the TV screen. I fought a silent battle with myself, but before I knew if I'd won or lost I was already leaning in and kissing her. She responded immediately, pressing her velvety mouth back against mine. We kissed for a long time like a pair of teenagers making out, then she suddenly took my hand and placed over one of her boobs. I held and squeezed it gently through her shirt. She was obviously turned on, her breath coming in little gasps between kisses. My cock had become so stiff it was tenting my jeans.
For the first time I had to seriously consider my intentions. Earlier I'd been dead set against the idea of pushing her to cheat on her fiance, but now I felt my resolve weakening. She was an attractive and lonely girl, and also a horny one on top of that. I mentally drew the line at necking and hoped I'd have the strength not to cross it.
My plans flew out the window when I felt her start rubbing my cock. Then she started working my zipper open, and I knew that this was probably going to be our last chance to put on the brakes.
"Maybe we..." I began, but she only put her finger to my lips and stopped me. Her other hand slid into my pants and around my cock, making me forget what I'd been going to say. With one quick movement she pulled it out and leaned down to take it into her warm mouth. All thoughts of resistance faded as Nicole started blowing me with an almost furious intensity, her lips making wet sucking noises on the head of my cock. I slid my hand down her back and over her ass, grabbing a solid handful of cheek as I felt her start sucking harder. On a whim I slid my other hand through her hair and tugged it gently, wondering how she'd respond. She groaned around my cock and stopped her movements, and taking the hint I got a firmer grip and began moving her head up and down by the hair. She groaned again, seeming to enjoy being treated a bit roughly.
I was enjoying it too, but the sensations of her bobbing mouth and swirling tongue were already bringing me close. I pulled her up and kissed her before pressing her slowly back on the cushions. My hands slid under her shirt almost of their own accord, and I felt my way up over her tight stomach until I found her holstered breasts. I sucked on her bottom lip as I reached underneath to unhook her bra. It came loose with a quiet elastic snap, and I pushed her shirt and bra up together to take her naked tits in my hands. They felt incredibly soft and resilient.
"Suck them," she whispered, making it sound like a command. I wasn't about to refuse her. I leaned down and took one of her big nipples into my mouth, swirling it with my tongue and biting it gently as it quickly stiffened between my lips. She moaned quietly, wriggling a bit on the couch as I switched back and forth from one tit to the other. I slid my hand down over her belly and found her own hands already busy unbuttoning her fly. It seemed about time for us to move to a better location.
I gathered her up and carried her into the bedroom, her small frame fitting surprisingly well in my arms. She grabbed my shoulders and looked up with an expression that said 'fuck me' just as plainly as if she'd spoken it out loud. I dropped her onto the bed and stripped my clothes off, watching her in the near dark as she did the same. She looked on with her hands resting over her breasts as I pulled a condom out of my nightstand and put it on.
Moving onto the bed, I kissed her neck as I slid my hand between her legs, finding her pussy still shaved bare. The lips felt very soft and warm against my fingers. I wanted to taste her, but Nicole was done playing around. She grabbed me by the cock and guided me in, spreading her legs out wide. With a few slow pushes I was firmly inside, and I began fucking her with long, hard strokes, hearing her whimper every time our pubic bones bumped together. She was tight and very wet, her pussy seeming to cling to me with every thrust. Luckily with the condom on I wasn't in any immediate danger of coming. She closed her eyes and groaned as I mouthed her nipples again, seeming content to lie back and let me do the work. I didn't really mind.
After a few minutes I reached down and squeezed her thigh. Suddenly curious to see how flexible she was, I lifted her leg up and pushed it over her body until her knee was touching her shoulder. She raised her other leg, and I moved it up into the same position until her body was bent practically in half, letting me thrust into her even deeper.
"Oh! God! Yes!" She gasped as I held her by the ankles and started pumping harder, causing her tits to heave wildly and her breath to escape in sharp little huffs. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and dug her fingers into the sheets as our bodies slapped together again and again. Almost before I was aware of it, the pressure in my groin suddenly rose to the point of no return. I grabbed her by the shoulders and grunted as I came inside her, the waves of intense pleasure pulsing almost violently through my body. Nicole sucked and bit at my shoulder gently as the pulses subsided, and I slowly resumed fucking her, hoping that I could stay hard. I kissed her as I built the rhythm back up, nibbling on her lower lip as I thrust into her harder and harder. She suddenly pushed her body up against me, and with a low whimpering cry, she came. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her body trembled, then after a few seconds she pushed me off and lay there panting with one hand draped protectively over her pussy.
I sat next to her and caught my own breath, admiring her slim athletic body until she stirred and sat halfway up. She looked at me for a moment, her face glowing with spent desire. There was a brief flicker of guilt in her eyes, but it faded as she slowly leaned over and kissed me, brushing her lips against mine very softly before pulling away. That was all the communication needed. I grabbed her pants from where they'd been kicked to the foot of the bed and handed them over. Nicole stood and got dressed, seeming to wobble unsteadily on her feet. I disposed of the spent condom then pulled my own pants on and saw her out, watching as she walked off and disappeared into the night. I had the feeling that my life had just become a lot more complicated.
I spent most of the weekend taking pictures downtown and trying to put Nicole out of my mind. I didn't exactly regret what had happened, but screwing around with another guy's fiance wasn't something to be proud of. Besides, I had more important things to worry about. The quarter was nearly over and finals would begin next week. All of the serious students were living on caffeine and starting to twitch nervously. I didn't quite fall into that category, but I still had a lot of work to do.
Historical buildings were my final project. I made my way past city hall, the misty backdrop of rain subduing everything into a thousand shades of gray. Then a narrow swath of golden light spilled down from a break in the clouds and fell onto the capitol dome. Two women sat talking on the steps, the colors of their hair and clothes suddenly blazing to life in the sun. I stopped and focused my lens, managing to get in a half-dozen shots before the sky closed up again. Sometimes it seemed that the world was only a collection of images; beautiful moments that ended all too quickly and would never happen the same way twice.
Sunday evening I was putting the last touches on my photography project when my cellphone rang. I checked the number and was a little surprised to see it was Nicole. For some reason I'd started to feel that I wouldn't be hearing from her again.
"Hi," she said when I picked up. "Am I interrupting anything?" Her voice was quiet and seemed to have a tired edge.
"Nope, not at all. You okay?"
"Yeah," she answered softly. "Just burnt out from studying." She paused for a moment, then sighed. "Actually, I think I'm gonna go nuts if I don't get out of here for a while. Would it be okay if I came over?"
"Sure, stop by whenever. I'll be here."
We said goodbye and I went back to work, wondering what she had in mind. She probably just wanted to take a break and decompress for a bit, though I still felt a slight rush of anticipation.
Ten minutes later Nicole was at my door. Her lips were chapped and several strands of her chestnut hair had escaped from her ponytail to dangle beside her face. She definitely looked stressed. I let her in and sat with her on the couch as she began talking about her classes and exams and her fiance who wasn't calling as much as he used to. A lot of it was more than I really wanted to know, but it was probably good for her to vent and get it all out. I imagined she was probably tense, and after a short while I moved close beside her and started rubbing her shoulders. Her voice trailed off and she lowered her head as I firmly massaged the junction of her neck and shoulders through the material of her sweater. After a few minutes I pulled my hands away and stood up.
"If you stop now I'll strangle you," she groaned.
I could tell by the look on her face that she was only half-joking. Luckily for me I hadn't intended to quit just yet. Guiding her down onto her stomach, I started working on her neck and shoulders again as she lay stretched out on the couch. I kneaded her muscles with a little more force, hearing her moan softly into the cushion as I moved my hands over her athletic body. I wasn't a skilled masseuse by any means, but when you have relatives with chronic back problems you tend to learn a few things.
Her sweater was starting to get in the way, so I pushed it and her shirt up as far as I could to give myself better access. I used the handful of freckles on her tan skin as landmarks as I slowly rubbed my way down along her spine and to her lower back. Just as I reached her ass, she raised up a little and undid her jeans. I eased her pants down over her legs and off completely, leaving her in a pair of white cotton panties and cute little ankle socks. Nicole gave another soft little moan as I slid my hands up along her thighs and began half-massaging and half-fondling her tight little butt.
It was great to be able to take my time and explore her body without feeling rushed, though rubbing the firm cheeks of her ass was turning me on quite a bit. After a little while I stopped and tugged on her shoulder, wondering if she'd let me work on her front. I didn't need to wonder long. She quickly rolled over and pulled her shirt and sweater off, then a moment later her bra joined them. Her heavy tits bounced with her movements, and when she settled back I caught them in my hands and kneaded, rolling them around in slow circles on her chest. She laid there quietly with her eyes closed, an expression of soft tranquility on her face.
Gradually moving lower, I let my fingers glide down over her stomach, enjoying the silky smoothness of her skin. I covered her hips and thighs with stroking caresses, my hands often sliding close to the crotch of her panties. Her breathing seemed to quicken every time I touched her inner thigh.
I couldn't resist any longer. My hand trembled slightly as I reached up and caressed the soft cloth-covered bulge of her vulva before sliding my hand inside her panties. Nicole opened her thighs slightly as I cupped her shaven pussy and started to stroke it with slow circular motions, the warm, moist lips almost sticking to my hand. I pulled my fingers away to get them slick with saliva, and as they drew close to my face I could smell her on them. It was a sharp, intoxicating scent that reminded me almost of maple syrup.
Intrigued, I lifted her lower body and pulled her panties off. As soon as I let go she moved her legs up and aside to present me with a perfect view of her shaven pussy. The lips were a deep pink color and curled outward like the petals of a flower. Her naked curves and serene face made a rather beautiful scene, and for a moment I considered asking if she'd mind me snapping a picture. I quickly pushed the thought away, reminding myself just how lucky I was to have a naked girl laying here in the first place.
Forgetting everything else, I leaned in and gently tasted her. A little more tangy than maple syrup, but still good. I began flicking and swirling my tongue over her labia, my hand running softly over her flat stomach. There was something especially intimate about going down on a woman, much more so than with fucking. I was drinking her in; inhaling her; enjoying the taste and scent of her sex while her soft moans urged me on.
Nicole shuddered as I locked my mouth on the top half of her pussy and sucked, sliding my tongue over her clit and upper lips with slow, fluttering licks. I experimented with a few different rhythms and had just settled on one when she suddenly gasped sharply and twisted aside, trapping my head between her thighs to keep me away from her twat. It took me a second to realize that she'd come already. Apparently she'd really needed that. I was actually a bit disappointed. I would've liked to have enjoyed it for a while longer.
She released me and relaxed again, breathing heavily with her eyes closed and her arms folded across her chest. I sat back and let my hands stroke gently over her legs while she rested. After a little while I noticed that her breathing had become very soft and slow.
"Nicole?" I called quietly. Nothing. She'd fallen asleep. I shook my head and smiled to myself as I went to get a blanket. It took an effort to keep my hands off her after getting so worked up, but somehow I managed despite the stiffness in my jeans. My cock was literally aching with a combination of heat and pressure that felt like it could only be relieved by a quick plunge into her soft little pussy. I wondered if women ever got so aroused that it hurt.
I forced myself to calm down and reluctantly went back to my project, sneaking an occasional look over at Nicole as she slept peacefully on the couch. It felt strangely good to have her there. Her presence made the place a lot less lonely.
She was out for almost two hours. When she got up she checked the time and quickly pulled her clothes on.
"Shit," she sighed. "I still have a lot of studying to do." She finished putting her shoes on and gave me a hug, seeming tired but a lot more relaxed.
"Thank you," she said quietly, resting her head against my chest.
"Anytime." I supposed that I meant it. After all, that's what friends were for.
She smiled and left. I went back into my room and tried to concentrate. I had exams of my own to deal with.
Finals came and went in a hectic blur. Then it was spring break, and I ended up being stuck at home while most people went off to have fun. Money was getting tight and it looked like I was going to have to find a roommate to help with the rent. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I was getting tired of living alone anyway.
The new quarter started, and to my surprise I discovered a familiar face in my Spanish class. It was Angela. Almost two months had passed since I'd seen her last, but just a sidelong glimpse of her face was enough to make my pulse start racing. I'd been telling myself that I was over her, but it was pretty obvious that I was wrong.
I took my seat a few rows behind her. Angela's hair looked a bit longer that it had been, but she still kept it wild like she'd just woken up or had sex. She was wearing her black-rimmed glasses and the piercings in her ears and nose glinted prettily. For a moment I hoped that she wouldn't see me, then kicked myself for being such a coward. So what if she had a boyfriend? That didn't make it illegal to be friendly. A few minutes into the class she glanced back and saw me. Her face brightened into a smile and she gave me a little wave. I smiled back and returned it, feeling my mouth suddenly go dry.
After class I went over to talk to her.
"Hey there," I said.
"Hey," she replied, grinning. "Long time no see, Mr. Cameraman."
"Yeah." I suddenly felt like a blushing schoolboy. "I, um, never got a chance to ask how you liked those pictures."
"They were really great. Thanks." She started walking slowly and I moved into step with her. We headed outside.
"I meant to call you," she added, "but I kinda thought you'd never want to talk to me again after I stood you up like that. I didn't mean to. I just had a lot of stuff happening at once."
"Sometimes things come up. It's all right." I tried not to stare at her as we walked. She was just as beautiful as I remembered, and talking to her again was reminding me of just how much I'd enjoyed being with her. "I was kinda looking forward to seeing you use chopsticks, though."
Angela gave a quick little smile. "No, it isn't alright. I'm just glad you don't hate me." She paused for a second and looked me in the eyes, the silver stud in her nose gleaming. "Do you?"
"Nope," I answered, holding her gaze as steadily as I could. "In fact, I think you're thoroughly awesome." I winced inwardly as soon as I said it, hoping that it didn't sound as lame as I thought.
Her grin reappeared. "Well, you're pretty cool too." A moment later she looked quickly away as if she was getting embarrassed. We came to a halt outside the computer center.
"Rick," she began, suddenly looking serious. "I got back with my old boyfriend. That's part of the reason why I couldn't go out with you."
"I know," I said, managing to smile a little. "I've seen you two around. You look good together."
"Thanks." She immediately seemed more cheerful. "So, can we be friends?"
"Yeah," I answered, feeling a sinking sensation in my gut. "I'd like that." Even though I'd known this was how things would be, I hadn't needed it thrown in my face.
"I'd like that too."
"Okay. See you in class?" I asked, suddenly eager to be a million miles away.
"Yeah. Catch ya later."
Angela turned and left. I walked off feeling like a fool. Somehow it made perfect sense that I'd fallen in love with someone I couldn't have.
On Wednesday Angela and I exchanged a quick hello in class, but that was all. When the class ended I saw her boyfriend waiting for her outside. He grabbed her and kissed her deeply while she ran her fingers over the back of his neck. It made my stomach twist into knots. I walked away, wishing there was some kind of switch I could throw to shut my feelings off. Maybe it would rain again.
Two weeks passed. Angela and I talked fairly often in class. We always paired up during speaking exercises, though we couldn't seem to go very long without cracking jokes or doing something silly that left both of us giggling like a pair of kindergarteners. We got along really well. It was great during the three hours a week I had with her, but the rest of the time it just made things harder.
I daydreamed about her like I was some lovestruck teenager. I wanted to spend a day getting to know each part of her body. Or a month. Or a year. I wanted to be able to know exactly what she was thinking just by the way looked at me, or the way she moved. I wanted to be the one she came home to, the one she laid down next to at night, the one she woke up with in the morning. I wanted too much.
My search for a roommate hadn't gone well. I'd had a few people call, but they'd seemed kinda flaky. I told Angela about it as we were waiting for our class to start one day. She mentioned that Nicole might know someone who was looking for a place. The sudden reminder that the two of them were roommates made me feel rather uncomfortable. I wondered how Angela would react if she knew Nicole and I had screwed around.
I talked to Nicole, though I felt almost guilty about doing it. Her friend was a girl named Renee who wanted to get out of the dorms and into a real apartment. The idea of having a female roommate seemed a little weird, but I didn't see any major drawbacks to it. Apparently neither did Renee. I cleared my stuff out of the spare room that had served as my studio. A part of me was sorry to see it go.
Renee moved in a few days later. She seemed pleasant enough, a lively redheaded sophomore with a large build and striking green eyes. She was tall and a little on the heavy side, but she was definitely more curved than flabby. Nicole helped bring her stuff over. Renee didn't have much in the way of furniture yet, not even a bed. She seemed fine with the idea of sleeping on the couch in the living room until she could get one.
After she was settled in, she and Nicole opened a bottle of wine and talked for a while. I retreated to finish a paper for my philosophy class. Nicole left a while later and my new roommate resumed her unpacking. I could hear Renee moving around in her room, humming softly along with her radio. It was something I could easily get used to.
I finally finished my paper and came out to find Renee curled up on the couch, her bare shoulder sticking out from under the blanket. Her eyes were closed and her face was very peaceful. I'd read someplace that the only time a person's true, natural face appeared was when they were asleep and all their self-consciousness fell away. As with most women I'd seen, Renee was at her most beautiful when she wasn't trying to be.
Nicole dropped by again a few days later to hang out and watch a movie. Afterward I went to my room to catch up on some reading while she and Renee chatted, leaving my door open so I could hear their voices. I didn't want to listen in or anything, I just liked having them in the background. The sounds made the place seem more alive. Renee seemed tired though, and before long I began to hear more yawning than talking.
"Sorry," I heard Renee say. "These early classes are killing me."
"That's okay." Nicole responded. "Its getting late. I should be heading back anyway. I'm just going to say goodbye to Rick first."
"'Kay." I heard the door to Renee's room close.
A moment later Nicole came in, smiling wryly at me as I looked up from where I'd been sitting on the bed. She didn't say goodbye, or anything else for that matter. She shut the door and immediately slid onto the bed, pushing my book aside so she could sit almost in my lap. I caught the faint apple-ish scent of her perfume as she leaned in and started kissing me with an eagerness that made my head spin. It was hard for me to believe that she could really want me so badly, but my doubts vanished as she reached down and squeezed my swelling cock through my pants. The touch of her hand combined with the sudden heat and hunger of her kisses was making me incredibly aroused.
A little moan escaped Nicole's lips as I lifted her up by the waist and tossed her back onto on the bed. She lay there watching me as I undressed, her face seeming to flush with an expression of breathless desire. I crawled over her and kissed her roughly as I went about stripping off her clothes. Pulling off her shirt and bra, I sucked one of her hardening nipples into my mouth while working her jeans down at the same time.
When she was fully naked I paused for a moment to look at her in the soft glow from the reading lamp. Her large tits sagged slightly under their own weight, the nipples already erect. Her labia were still partially hidden within the folds of her pussy. The bare skin of her shaved twat was incredibly inviting, almost asking to be touched and tongued. Happy to oblige, I moved in and licked it slowly from bottom to top, her salty-sweet lips parting as my tongue slid over and between them. I lingered with my mouth on her cunt for as long as I could before the urge to fuck her finally overwhelmed me.
I stopped just long enough to tug a condom on before I moved in and pinned her to the bed. Stretching her legs out wide, I positioned my dick against the mouth of her vulva and pushed in, watching as my cock speared her lips apart and vanished inch by inch into her pussy. My dick seemed almost huge in comparison to her petite little body. Nicole groaned and dug her fingers into my back as I penetrated her, then clutched at my arms as I began pumping. She gasped as I fucked her harder, her eyes staying locked on mine.
She felt even tighter than I remembered. Despite this she still came first, surprising me by twisting around violently on the bed and crying out my name. The wild ride was more than enough to bring me over the edge, but just as I was about to come she suddenly squirmed away from my cock, causing it to slip out of her. I froze and tried to hold back, but it was already too late. My dick throbbed in the open air as I had a frustrating half-orgasm while still holding her tightly by the legs.
Nicole lay there panting, her arms crossed over her head. I eased off and lay beside her, and after a minute she sighed and rolled over to snuggle up against me. I ran my fingers gently through her hair, feeling rather unsatisfied but glad that she'd seemed to enjoy it.
After a little while she rose up and gave me a quick kiss like she was about to leave. Then she paused, her eyes seeming to wander over my face for a moment before she leaned in again for a much longer and deeper one. I put my arms around her and pulled her tighter against me, her tits pressing firmly against my chest. Her hand wandered down over my stomach and came to rest around my still-hard cock. Without breaking our kiss she peeled the condom off and slid fully on top of me, squeezing my shaft tightly between her muscular thighs.
She inched lower, kissing my chest as she let my cock nestle up lengthwise against her pussy. I could feel the teasing warmth of her soft labia as she slowly began rotating her hips. I'd been using condoms for so long that I'd forgotten just how great naked flesh could feel, even just rubbing like this. I supposed that Nicole might have been thinking the same thing. She changed her motions from circular to almost straight up and down, sliding her pussy along the length of my cock with slow little fucking motions. I palmed her ass and moved against her, feeling her quick breathing warm my chest as she lay with her head turned to one side.
Seeming to have teased herself enough, she suddenly rose and climbed up to straddle my head. I grabbed her around the thighs and pulled her to my mouth, sucking at her swollen lips and flicking my tongue over the firm nub of her clit. She gasped and lowered her weight down until she was sitting fully on my face with her pussy nearly smothering me. I gripped her ass and licked harder until she came with a sudden rigid lurching of her pelvis. I eased off as her shivers stopped, remembering how sensitive she got. Still enjoing the sexy smell and taste of her soft skin, I held her by the hips and lightly kissed her shaven mound as she fell onto her elbows to rest for a moment. I felt a bit proud of myself for making her come so much, though I doubted it was really anything special. Sex wasn't something I'd had a lot of practice with. I just did what came naturally and hoped for the best.
Nicole sat up slowly and slid back down over me, planting a series of warm kisses along my chest until she reached my lower stomach. Then, pulling me up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, she knelt down between my thighs and took my dick in her hand.
"I want you to cum on my chest," she said in a low voice, looking me steadily in the eyes. Her face was slightly flushed and very serious. I felt a rush of heat spread through my body as she leaned in and put her mouth on the end of my cock. She sucked it slowly and deliberately, her lips gliding wetly up and down over the head while she tugged on the shaft with both hands. I reached down and fondled her heavy boobs, squeezing and hefting them as she moaned softly around my dick. I knew it wouldn't take long. Nicole was sucking me harder, taking me deeper into her mouth.
"I'm close," I told her, feeling myself hovering on the edge. She gave a few more quick sucks and then moved forward to trap my straining cock between her tits. They were incredibly soft. I groaned as she squeezed them firmly together with her hands, my dick almost completely engulfed between them. Then she started moving her boobs up and down, jacking me off with her tits. I came almost immediately. The first spurt splashed weakly up underneath her chin, but the second was much more powerful and caught her squarely on the mouth as she looked down. She flinched and raised up a bit, allowing the rest to shoot out onto her chest and boobs. I hunched upward, shuddering as the pressure faded and an intense feeling of release washed over me.
When I was finished, Nicole let go of my cock and sat back, looking somewhat stunned by the force of my ejaculation. I reached over and ran my thumb gently over her lips, wiping most of the cum away before leaning down to kiss her deeply. She moaned against my mouth and firmly returned it. At that moment my feelings for her were the strongest they'd ever been. Not quite love maybe, but something close to it. After a few moments I pulled away and helped her to her feet.
"How about a shower?" I asked, unable to keep from grinning.
"Yeah," she said, an embarrassed smile appearing on her face. "I think I need one after that."
After getting half-dressed we snuck out to the bathroom as quietly as we could. We showered for a while together, neither of us seeming to be in any hurry.
"Did you enjoy that?" She asked suddenly as she was soaping up my back.
"Yes," I answered, not sure if she meant cumming on her tits or the whole thing in general. "A lot."
"So did I." She didn't say anything else.
After we'd finished cleaning up, Nicole dressed and left. I saw her out and was heading back to my room when Renee's door opened. She shot me a sidelong glance as we walked past each other, a smirk appearing on her face.
"That sure was a long goodbye," she commented, disappearing into the bathroom.
I dropped down into my bed, trying to ignore the nagging uncertainty which grew as my afterglow faded. Things with Nicole were getting serious. The first time could have been a mistake. The second time might have been an accident. But the third time hadn't been either. The strange truth of it was that I'd basically become fuck buddies with an engaged girl, and it was one of the last situations I'd ever imagined myself being in. I wasn't sure how to deal with it. The rational side of me wanted to break it off before somebody got hurt. The lonely side wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible. Somewhere in between was a sense of resignation at the thought that a normal, guilt-free romance seemed forever out of my reach.
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