From: jondz@ix.netcom.com (Jonathan Dzoba)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: <*> Kay & Beverly - The Birthday Movie - teen ff
Date: Sun, 21 Apr 1996 23:16:21 -0600
Organization: Netcom
Lines: 378
Message-ID: <jondz-2104962316210001@hou-tx9-05.ix.netcom.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: hou-tx9-05.ix.netcom.com
X-NETCOM-Date: Sun Apr 21 11:10:16 PM CDT 1996

WARNING: This work of fiction is sexually explicit and is not to be
read by individuals under the age of 18.  

   "I don't know. I just don't know what to get him, Bev.". I flopped over
another page in my history
book. She had come over to stay the night while mom was away on another
business trip.
   "What does he like?", she answered.
   "Constant sex.", I laughed. "That's practically all we do when we're
together, anyway.", I added
jeeringly.
   "Oh. Well then, you're problem's solved.", she said. "Just give it to
him.", she laughed.
   "Very funny. I do. All the time.", I said. "It's nice.", I smiled.
   "I guess.", Bev stated, "or you wouldn't do it."
   I read another page in my history book, then got up for a drink. I went
to the kitchen.
   "Want something?", I yelled back across to the Florida room.
   "Sex."
   I laughed.
   "No.", Bev added.
   "Get a boyfriend.", I yelled.
   "Very funny.", she yelled back.
   "Why not?", I asked when I came back into the room. I sat across from
her on the floor at the other
side of the coffee table scattered with homework.
   "Because I'm not interested in anybody. When somebody I like asks me,
I'll do it.", she said for the
umpteenth time.
   It was the same thing she always said when I asked her about going out.
Her stock reply. I shrugged
it off and went on to chapter five. Bev kept on at her math. By six
o'clock we were getting hungry. I got
up and made some spaghetti. She liked it. She said I was a good cook.
   "You'll make a fine wife some day.", she chided.
   "Mmm hmm. And a fine vet, too, I hope.", I added seriously.
   "You're so sure that's what you want to do, huh?"
   "I guess I always have been.", I said.
   "Why don't you buy Jerry a dog for his birthday?", Bev said.
   "Because he hates dogs.", I said flatly.
   "Why?"
   "I don't know. He doesn't know, either. Just doesn't like them. Says
they're too fawny, too mushy.
Which is wierd 'cause he's so mushy and romantic."
   "Is he? I never would have thought it. He looks like the cerebral type."
   "Oh, he is. He's so smart it's disgusting. He never studies much. Just
knows it somehow. But he
reads a lot, I guess."
   "So what are you going to get him, then?", Bev said.
   "I don't know.", I said exasperatedly.
   Bev picked up the tv guide. "What's on tv tonight? Anything good?"
   That was all I needed. The idea came to me.
   "I've got it!", I half shouted. "I think.", I hesitated. I didn't know
how to do it.
   "What is it? Tell me.", Bev said.
   "Well, I might need you're help.", I said. "And I've got to think about
it. I'm not sure.", I giggled.
   "What is it?", Bev wanted to know.
   I was reluctant to say. I just smiled.
   "Oh come on. Tell me. Or is it something you can't say in public? Some
weird sex thing?", she
laughed.
   "Well, not TOO weird.", I said.
   "Oh god. Forget it then.", Bev said and started to reach for the
channel changer.
   "But I do need your help.", I volunteered.
   "With what?", Bev laughed.
   I thought about it again. Enough seconds went by that Bev became curious.
   "So. What with?", she repeated.
   "I'll show you.", I said. "But you've got to promise not to tell
ANYone. Promise. NOT  A SOUL!",
I said. I waited till she nodded in agreement, then disappeared into my bedroom.
   When I came out I put a tape into the vcr and started it. I sat down
next to Beverly nervously. I
wasn't sure how she'd react. She seemed to take it in stride. It was just
a tape of a woman taking off her
clothes and playing with herself. It was an amateur video. Jerry had given
it to me so we could watch it
when we had the chance at my house when he was over. It was only about
fifteen minutes long.
   "Not very interesting.", Bev said, "But I suppose he'll like it."
   "You don't understand, he gave me this one. We watch it all the time. I
want to make one for him.",
I said.
   "You don't have the nerve to do it. And besides, how are you going to
take the pictures and...".
   Realization suddendly dawned on her as she saw me looking at her.
   She laughed. "You mean I have to take the pictures? You're crazy. I've
never even SEEN a video
camera, much less...Oh god, NO WAY!", Bev laughed.
   "You can do it. It's simple. All you have to do is point and shoot.", I
told her.
   "Yeah but it's what I'm pointing at!", she screamed in laughter.
   I laughed.
   "I know, I know. How do you think I'll feel, doing it front of you?
Come on. Give me
a break and don't make me laugh about it. This is a good idea. A great
idea, now that I come to think of
it. Jerry is gonna love this. Come on. You can help. Please?"
   "All right. All right. But if you're no actress, don't blame it on the
camera woman. In fact don't
blame the rotten camera work on me, either. This is all your idea."
   "Ok."
   "And don't you dare tell Jerry I had anything to do with this, either,
or I'll kill you for sure."
   "Deal. You'll help me?"
   "You're nuts, Kay.", she said.
   "I know, I know. But you'll do it for me, won't you?", I pleaded.
   She shook her head in resignation. "Go get the camera. Let's see how it
works.", she sighed.

   It only took five minutes for Bev to get the hang of the thing. She
actually squealed with delight
when she saw the first pictures she took come out. It was only pictures of
the room and me making faces,
but it was enough to get her interested. I showed her the zoom button
next. She went crazy zooming in
and out on lamps and the little miniatures in the shadow box on the living
room wall.
   "God, that's enough to make you dizzy.", Bev said, watching the results.
   "You can't zoom in and out too fast.", I said.
   "Shut that off. Let me try it again.", she said resolutely.
   She worked at it again, going slower this time. We checked the results again.
   "Not very interesting subject matter, but good camera work.", I said.
   "Right. What does this button do?", she inquired.
   "That's the macro button. You have to be real close to focus with
that.", I said.
   I showed her how that worked, and the manual iris control to fade in and out.
   "See. Simple.", I told her as we reviewed the last few practice shots.
   "And now you tell me I'm ready?", she laughed.
   "Well, good enough. If you don't mind.", I asked again.
   "I do. I do. But I'll do it anyway. Go on. Take all your clothes off.",
she laughed.
   I looked around, as if someone were waiting for me, or watching me. I
thought of my mother. This
is NOT one of those things you want her to walk in on. I couldn't do it.
   "I can't do this.", I blushed, putting my face in my hands.
   "You'd better, the camera's running.", Bev said, pointing it straight at me.
   "Wait! Wait!", I said. "I've got to think this out better.", I said.
"Besides, you can't talk or your
voice will be on the tape.", I chided.
   "Shit!", Bev said, stopping the camera and rewinding the tape immediately.
   "I want to see that tape again.", I said.
   "What? This one?", Bev said.
   "No, jerk. The real one. I've got to see what she did.", I said.
   "Guess I could watch it for the camera moves.", Bev stated.
   I put the tape in and we watched it from beginning to end, making
comments along the way.
   "That was nice. Did you see how she turned around slowly like that?",
Bev said.
   "Yeah. I got it.", I said, noting the motion.
   The girl was dressed in a white evening dress. She let the straps down
her shoulders and pulled the
front down.
   "What do you have to wear?", Bev asked.
   "My old junior prom dress. It's a little small, though.", I said.
   "So what? You're not going to be in it for long.", laughed Bev.
   "Oh shut up and watch what the camera's doing, would you.", I said.
   We watched. The girl had most of her clothes off.
   "What does Jerry think of this?", Bev asked.
   "What do you mean, what does he think of it?", I said.
   "I mean, what part does he like best?"
   "Oh, he really doesn't like it a whole lot. Says it doesn't show
enough.", I remarked.
   "My god! What more is there to show?", Bev said.
   "Oh, he's used to the real hard core stuff, where they do big close ups
and everything."
   "I don't get it.", Bev said.
   "Well, like they never really show you her up close, you know. They
always pull the camera away.
In some of the other kinds of films they put the camera right next to
things.", I said.
   "You don't happen to have one of those around, do you?", Bev said. "I'd
like to see what it's like.
For the camera, of course.", she added.
   "Of course.", I laughed at her.
   "Oh stop it. Just go get the damn thing, would you?", she said. "And I
don't believe you have one! You guys are really kinky!", she laughed.
   I hesitated and was going to tell her I didn't have one. But I thought
it through and didn't see any
reason why she couldn't know I had one. So I went and got it. When I came
back and was putting the
tape in, Beverly asked me something that really flustered me.
   "Does this have any lesbian stuff in it?", she asked in a normal voice.
   "I don't know. Jerry and I haven't seen this one yet. He just got it
the other day.", I said. "You were
only supposed to be interested in it for the camera stuff.", I said.
   "I've never seen one before."
   "Oh. Well you'd better be prepared for more than the other one, then.
It's pretty raunchy stuff
sometimes. Even I don't like some of it. But it's different watching it
with Jerry, too."
   "I suppose so.", Bev agreed.
   The movie got into it fairly quickly. Bev didn't say much. I hadn't
seen it before and so was just
watching the movie. But I could tell Bev was also looking at the camera
work, too, from her hand
motions and expressions. Not that she didn't see what was happening on
screen, though. There were
times when I could see she was just as interested in the scenes where
there were close up pictures of
the men. She would interject once in a while.
   "Nice buns.", or, "God, he's big."
   There were plenty of real close up scenes.
   "The other one didn't have anything like this.", Bev remarked. "Do you
want me to get that close?"
   "How should I know? Just do whatever seems right.", I said. I started
thinking about what I was
going to wear and didn't pay much attention to the movie for a while. When
I looked up again there
were two girls making love. I looked at Bev and she was very attentive to
what was happening on the
screen. And not to the camera movements. I thought about her for a minute.
She never seemed to date
very much and I wondered if she was gay. I wondered if she thought she
was, or didn't know if she
was, and how hard that would be to deal with. The next scene was
heterosexual again, and the rest of the
movie was too, till the end, when there were two couples together and the
girls were kissing and
touching eachother as well.
   "Pretty lousy plot.", I said.
   "Kay the critic.", Bev said, and nothing else.
   "So what do you think I should do?", I said.
   "Hmm. Oh. Go ahead and do it. It's not that bad, really. You've got the
nerve to do that much if you can stand to watch these things. Only don't
go putting on a dress right away. I don't think it's necessary."
   "What do you mean?"
   "Well, I just don't think it's very realistic, that's all. Nobody gets
dressed up all the time to have
sex. You guys don't do you?", Bev said.
   "No. Whatever I wear to every day to school.", I said.
   "Then wear that. What you've got on right now."
   "You mean you think it'd be sexier if I was dressed in jeans, like I
usually am?", I said.
   "Sure. That what he's used to seeing you take off, isn't it? Well, take
it off in front of the camera
for him. Ooh that sounds sexy, doesn't it?", Bev said. "You'd better try
it right now."
   I hesitated. "You mean now?", I gulped.
   Bev was getting the camera ready. She walked around shutting the drapes
and turning on the lamps
to their lowest settings. "Almost ready.", she said, checking the camera.
"You sit on the couch. Is that
where you guys usually sit?", she asked directorially.
   "Most times.", I told her, taking her direction and moving to the couch.
   She was picking things up that didn't belong laying around. She kept
talking. "So what do you do on
the couch? Kiss?"
   I thought about it, trying to remember Jerry there with me. "Yes.", I
said, feeling a little turned on
by the darkenned room.
   "Does he touch you?", Bev said.
   I didn't reply.
   "Put your hand where he touches you.", she ordered.
   I lifted my hand limply to my chest, waiting for my next order.
   "You talk.", Bev said, and she turned on the camera. I froze. She
waited for a response, some
motion from me.
   "You do move don't you?", she laughed. It broke the ice a little.
   "Yes.", I replied loudly. "This isn't exactly easy to do you know.", I
told her.
   "It's only a two hour tape you know.", she smacked.
   I cracked. Laughed for ten seconds.
   "Enough. Let's see some action. You kiss, you talk, he puts his arms
around you and you make out
for a  long time. Your body is warm by his and you start to feel good. He
wants your shirt open. Open it
for him."
   I listened to her. I lifted my hands up again to my shirt and
unbuttoned it, imagining Jerry watching
me. I smiled at him and undid the three top buttons and pulled my shirt
open for him. I moved my
fingers along the outside of my bra just as I had seen the girl in the
movie do. I forgot about the camera
for a moment, but not about Jerry. I touched myself. I uncovered my breast
and toyed with it. Then I
remembered the camera and realized Bev was taking pictures. I looked at
her and she shook her head
minutely, indicating that she could no longer talk. I understood. But she
could take pictures with one
hand and leave the other one free. She moved her hand up to her shoulder
and made motions indicating
that I should take the strap off my shoulder. I did and immediately looked
back to her for direction
again. But her hand had returned to steady the camera. I realized how
stupid I must look looking at the
camera like that and remembered the girl in the movie doing it too. I
almost stopped right there, but Bev
put her hand down by the lowest buttons in her shirt and I got the idea. I
undid the other buttons in my
own shirt and put the shirt off to the sides of my body. I pulled the
shirt away from my other shoulder a
little and lifted the strap down my arm. I pulled my arm out of it
completely, then returned my hands to
my front. I held the top of the bra cup where it met the straps and slowly
pulled them down, exposing
my breasts to full view. Then my hands went to them and I touched them. I
tried hard to think of just
Jerry, but I could see the camera, too, and began to play to it.
   Who was watching me? Would someone see this? What if I showed it to
someone else? Some strange
man? I'd let him watch me. That fantasy man hid behind the camera and it
wasn't Jerry at all. I made up
someone so handsome and perfect that it could only be a fantasy. I
stripped for him. Touched myself for
him. Closed my eyes and rubbed my breasts and my sides longingly for
perfect him. Then I came back
to reality when the camera moved to a new position. Bev came closer. She
knelt on one knee and I could
see she was taking closer shots of me. My face, my neck, my chest. I let
her. She moved slowly. Then I
put my fingers to my nipples and touched them. Beverly shot me, turning me
on. I thought of Jerry
again and how he played with my nipples. I wished Beverly would take a
picture of my face so I could
show him I was thinking of him. It was then I realized that I could speak.
Beverly couldn't, but I could.
Nonetheless, it shocked Beverly when I did.
   "Do you like the way I touch my nipples?", I said quietly.
   To my suprise, Beverly nodded yes gently. But her hand came free and
made a little rolling motion
to indicate I should keep talking.
   "I like the way you touch them.", I continued.
   I circled them lightly with my fingertips.
   "They're soft for you. Silky, you like to say."
   I played with them silently for a while. Then my hands strayed down my
stomach and my sides.
Beverly had to pull the camera back. I arched my back and undid my bra. I
pulled it off and threw it to
the chair next to the couch. Beverly settled down on her haunches in front
of me, still shooting.
   I layed back into the couch, slouching down a little. Beverly jerked
her finger up, telling me to sit
up straight, I looked bad. I straightened up slowly so as not to seem too
contrived or directed. Beverly
put her hand under her breast and lifted it, massaging it. I got the idea.
I did the same, recalling the
movie again. I seemed to be going from reality to movie to fantasy like
stepping stones. My nipples
became stiffer and I tugged at them to emphasize the fact. I looked down
and they protruded nicely
towards the camera. I saw Jerry there watching them in my imagination and
played with them some
more for him, but did not speak to him. Instead I just touched and
caressed myself as he would have had
he been there. My hands floated about my arms and shoulders and chest and
stomach. Could I have
touched my back more I would have felt better. Warmer as I was when he
held me. I longed for him a
little. I held my breasts because I wanted to and stiffened the nipples in
my fingers. I felt I was
masturbating for him for the first time. I wanted him to watch me and I
put my hands down to my
stomach, pressing my fingers into it above the waist of my jeans. I
thought about how I'd done it for him
once, how he'd asked me to do it. How I'd undone my jeans and lay right
there on the same couch and
opened my jeans. He pulled my jeans and panties down my legs and did
nothing else. He waited for me to
start to touch myself. He watched me as I played with my pussy. I'd never
felt more excited till then. I
felt, remembered my wet fingers, myself wet with my pants at my thighs and
realized I had done it. I
was masturbating in front of the camera. The memories and the reality had
blended and I was undressed
slightly there. I came to, seeing the camera close to my knees where my
jeans and underwear were
gathered. The eye was right there, staring at me. Between my legs. Beverly
reached out with her hand
and pulled at my jeans. She removed them from my legs with her free hand,
balancing the camera
steadily on her shoulder with her other hand. Her head was focussed on
taking pictures.

-- 
 "The factory of the future will have only two employees, a man and a dog. The man will be there to feed the dog. The dog will be there to
keep the man from touching the equipment." - Warren Bennis


From jda20149@huey.csun.edu Mon Apr 22 23:02:55 1996
Path: news2.cais.com!news.cais.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!howland.reston.ans.net!math.ohio-state.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!csn!news-1.csn.net!decwrl!amd!netcomsv!uu4news.netcom.com!netcomsv!uu3news.netcom.com!ixnews1.ix.netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!hou-tx9-05.ix.netcom.com!user
From: jondz@ix.netcom.com (Jonathan Dzoba)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: <*> Kay & Beverly - The Birthday Movie - teen ff
Date: Sun, 21 Apr 1996 23:16:56 -0600
Organization: Netcom
Lines: 324
Message-ID: <jondz-2104962316560001@hou-tx9-05.ix.netcom.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: hou-tx9-05.ix.netcom.com
X-NETCOM-Date: Sun Apr 21 11:10:47 PM CDT 1996

WARNING: This work of fiction is sexually explicit and is not to be
read by individuals under the age of 18.  

   When my pants came off completely, I felt naked. I felt exposed for the
first time. I tried hurriedly
to go back to my fantasy, but I couldn't. I had to play with myself in
front of the camera while Beverly
watched. I had moved my legs further apart and let her zoom the camera in.
I knew she did it because I
saw her. I tried to picture what it looked like. What it looked like to
her. I wondered if she was enjoying
taking pictures of me. She seemed completely engaged in it. Unaware of the
subject matter other than it
was sex. I tried to please her. I did it for her for a while. She wouldn't
know. It was my fantasy. I
imagined her watching me through the lens. I pictured her seeing my
fingers touching myself. I rubbed
my clitoris directly and saw the camera zoom a little more. I was pleased
and spread the lips of my pussy
apart so the camera would get a better view. I moved the pubic hairs to
the side and exposed my clit,
looking down at it to get a good view myself so I could see how it looked,
how much was exposed. I
tugged gently at the hood and showed it. I teased it and it felt suddenly
good. I looked up at Beverly and
the camera. They were trained on my genitals. I decided to talk to her.
   "Do you like the way I play with it?", I asked her without saying her
name. She did not respond,
thinking that I was talking to Jerry. I tried to think of what to say next
that she would know was meant
for her, that would draw her attention.
   "Can you see it well enough?", I said.
   Beverly lifted her head and put her fingers to her lips to shush me
momentarily. She turned the
camera in her hand. I could tell she had stopped recording momentarily.
She fiddled with the buttons and
then crept closer to my legs. She haunched back down and adjusted the
camera again. Then without
lifting her eyes away from the viewer gave me a signal to continue. It
felt and looked so strange to have
her there between my legs giving directions. But there was nothing for it
but for me to try to continue
where I had left off.
   I tried to think of Jerry again. I closed my eyes and pictured myself
undoing his pants. I pulled his
cock out and massaged it gently in my hands. It grew stiffer, yet remained
soft. I put my fingers back to
my clit and massaged it in circles. It was dry again. I pictured holding
Jerry's cock and guiding it into
my pussy. It slid in. He began to fuck me. I put my hands between my legs
and spread them apart. My
fingers went down. They slid inside and I pulled them back up to wet my
clitoris. I held the hood back
with one hand and rubbed it with the other. I put my fingers down again,
back inside, worked them in
and out several times. That was enough. I quickly rubbed my clit to
orgasm. I came and wondered what
the camera saw. What did Beverly see of me. It was a minute or two before
I calmed down. I began to
feel cold and exposed. I reached for my pants and Beverly stood up with
the camera, arching her back in
pain. I started to get dressed, then realized it was silly to put on the
bra and shirt again, so I picked them
up and headed off to my room to get on some pajamas.
   I got back out and Beverly was watching the tape. I came in near the
end. It was weird. I was glad
when it finished.
   "That was awful.", I said, before realizing it could be construed as a
commentary on the camera
work.
   Beverly just ignored me. She knew what I meant. "Here,", she said,
handing me the remote control,
"Watch it from the beginning and tell me what you think. I'm gonna go get
dressed.". She got up and
left. I rewound the tape and was going to start it over but decided to
wait for Beverly.
   "Ready?", I said when she'd come back into the room.
   "Ready. Go ahead.", she replied.
   I started the tape.
   "It's not that bad, really. But then I was behind the camera.", Beverly
said. "I'm sure Jerry will
enjoy it."
   I thought about that, and viewed it with that in mind. It wasn't so bad
from that perspective. I knew
he would like it. I relaxed and watched it from the camera's angle.
Beverly had actually done a pretty
good job. She didn't zoom around too much and was real steady holding the
camera.
   "You did a great job, thanks.", I thanked her.
   "No problem. It was interesting.", she said.
   "Was it?", I said.
   "Yeah."
   "What was it like?", I asked.
   "Strange. I couldn't help getting into it. It's kinda like you're being
pulled.", she said.
   The tape ended. We just sat there.
   "Do you want to try it?", Bev said.
   "You mean use the camera?", I said.
   Beverly nodded. "I'd let you if you wanted to try it. Only fair.", she said.
   "Ok.", I said. I was nervous. I got up and looked around for the camera.
   "On the endtable.", Beverly pointed.
   "Oh."
   I went to get it.
   "You didn't say much. It was a shock when you did. But it came out
nicer than I thought, not saying
too much. Remember to hold it steady and don't zoom too much at all. It
looks really strange when you
do."
   "You want me to give this tape to Jerry too?", I asked half seriously.
   "I'm SURE!", Beverly said. "You do and you won't live to see the day."
   "He'd really like that, I bet, having the two of us on the same tape.",
I chided, getting the camera
ready.
   "I'll bet. Don't you dare.", Bev scorned.
   "Then why do you want to do this?", I asked seriously.
   Beverly looked at me and knew I meant the question.
   "Because it's exciting.", she said, and flopped down on the couch. "And
I can do it better than you
can.", she jeered.
   "OH REALLY!", I said, flabergasted. "Let's see."
   "Hi Jerry. It's me, Beverly. I'm going to do what Kay just did. Do you
want to watch me? Good. Sit
down right where I'm sitting now and I'll undress myself just for you."
   Beverly pointed at the camera. I was almost laughing at her, it sounded
so funny. I knew she didn't
mean a word of it. It was all for my benefit.
   She really suprised me when she opened her pajama shirt and there was
nothing there. I don't know
why I was expecting there to be. I didn't wear a bra under my pajama's
either. Maybe it was just seeing
her breasts exposed to plain view like that. Then I realized it was the
camera. Somehow the camera did
something to seeing things. I was looking at her as if she were already on
tape and that excited me. I
knew right away what she'd meant by feeling pulled into things. It was as
if I were on the outside
looking in and shouldn't be. I was too close. I wondered what it would be
like to be closer. I zoomed in
before remembering her instructions.
   "Damn!", I said to myself.
   Beverly broke up. I laughed at myself.
   "All right. All right. Do it again. Take two.", I said.
   "No no. That's enough.", Beverly laughed.
   "Oh no. You got to do it, so so do I.", I said, and motioned my hand to
keep rolling. "We'll just edit
that part out.", I commented.
   "You can do that?", Beverly said.
   "Shush.", I scolded. "Action!"
   Beverly tried to stop laughing. I kept the camera going. Eventually she
got it together.
   She tried twice and laughed both times.
   "I can't do this.", she said.
   "Think about Jerry. He's going to watch you, Beverly. I'm going to let
him see this. I want him to
see you doing it.", I said, trying to spur her on. She reacted as I
expected. She got serious. I knew she
could do it. I could tell she had been turned on thinking about my
boyfriend watching her. She looked at
the camera as if trying to see Jerry there. She stood up. She used her
hands gracefully along the length of
her body with her pajama top open. She pulled back at it and let it slide
off to the floor.
   "Damn that was a good move!", I thought to myself. Maybe she was going
to do it better than I was.
She certainly would if she kept up like that.
   And she did. She pulled me around with her expressions and made me know
just where she wanted
the camera to be. It was amazing. I watched her hold her breasts out to me
and I zoomed in slowly to
them. It was so close I could almost feel them. I wanted to touch them, to
feel their softness through the
lens. She made a slow turn and I photographed it. I watched through the
camera as she endeared herself.
She caressed her body sexily and lazily like a model. She enwrapped her
body in her arms. I felt
flowing, unaware of the camera. She moved her hands to her hips and
lowered the pajama bottoms a few
inches. They clung to her hips in a sexually inviting fashion. She moved
her hips around circularly and
slowly, then drew the pants down over the peak of her hips so that they
fell to the floor. She had drawn
me down with her and I was taking pictures of her pelvic area. Her hands
went quickly to it and caressed
it, hiding it a little from view. She parted what hair she could and
invited me to zoom in on what was
there. I did so, and she backed up slowly to the couch again. She lay down
and I pulled back, almost out
of breath. Her hands reached forward to the camera as if she were reaching
out to hold someone's face.
She spoke.
   "Come watch me closer now.", she demanded softly.
   I knelt beside the couch and took a long slow shot of her face, neck,
breasts and stomach. She slid
one leg off the edge of the couch and moved slowly around it till I was
facing her. She moved her hands
down and caressed her thighs invitingly, motioning the camera to come
closer to her. I followed her
hand upwards and when I saw her parting the hairs around herself, I became
excited. I nearly froze in
place. Which was alright since there was not much else I could do with the
camera but hold it steady.
And I even had trouble doing that as I watched her at extreme close up,
exposing and playing with
herself for my boyfriend. I really wanted him to see this. She was good. I
was suprised when her fingers
left her clit and wandered downwards. I had to shift the camera a little.
I watched with fascination as her
fingers entered her opening and dove back in again. This repeated till I
could tell she began to need
release. I moved my free hand in front of the camera and before I realized
I was reaching to touch her.
She did not see me. Her eyes were closed. I withdrew my hand. Her own hand
went there a second later
and did what was needed. She came and I withdrew the camera a little to a
safer distance. I captured her
orgasm, and was silent.
   I watched as she sat up. She looked around for her clothes, but didn't
reach for them. She sat quietly
for another minute. I took the tape out and brought it to the vcr. I went
back to the couch and sat next to
her. She took my hand in hers and held it in her lap. She rubbed it as we
watched her masturbate. When
it came to the final part she placed my hand flat on her thigh, holding it
there. I moved my hand along
her leg and caressed it. As I watched her touching herself on screen I
moved my hand closer to the
center of her legs. She reached for it and placed atop her mound. I moved
my hand down between and
touched her with my fingers. I masturbated her as it happened on the
screen. She was wet and my fingers
slid along her clitoris easily. I played with her till she orgasmed and
her hands fell atop mine, pressing
them into herself. It ended on screen and I began to touch her again. She
held my hands in place, letting
me know she wanted me to stop. I looked over at her. She was rewinding the
tape. When it started from
the beginning it was of me again. I hadn't seen it in a short time and was
suprised at myself being there.
As I watched, I felt Beverly's hands touching my folded legs. I looked
over at her and she smiled,
inviting me with a gesture to lay back against her. I untucked my legs
from underneath me and stretched
them out along the couch. She put her legs up on the couch and made a
small place in her lap for me. I
was half seated there. Beverly pointed to the screen and I watched. I was
taking my clothes off. Beverly's
hand was opening my pajama buttons. They slipped inside. I was undoing my
jeans. Beverly's hands
moved under. As I found my mound, so did she. Her agile fingers pressed
into me. She held me as I
watched. When I came I came. Beverly neatly touched me under my pants till
I relaxed. Her scene came
on again. I watched her turns and motions and finally her assault on
herself. Her breasts were above me
and I gathered them in my hands. Beverly put her arms around me and I felt
warm. I turned my head
and sucked on her nipple gently. It hardened and I toyed with it a little.
Beverly smiled down at me. I
liked it. I teased her nipple more and then found the other one in nearly
the same state. She watched as I
sucked it gently.
   I kissed her stomach because that was all I could reach. She adjusted a
little, pulling her leg up
under me and moving more towards the end of the couch. I turned my body at
the same time and found
myself facing the inner part of her thigh. I put my hand up against it and
pushed myself lower down,
feeling her other leg give way. I pushed her leg back up against the back
of the couch and started kissing
the inside of it just above her knee. I kissed the inside of her thighs
all the way down until I reached
between her legs. I lifted myself up a little and put my hand underneath
her bottom. I kissed in the seam
of her leg and mound and parted the hairs around her with my hand. When
she was exposed I kissed her.
She tasted sweet and wet. I licked at her clitoris with my tongue till all
the wetness was mine. She was
moaning lightly as I took care of her. I let my tongue wander all around
her, dipping to her opening and
then putting my fingers in her. They slid in easily and I sucked and
licked at her clitoris at the same
time. She reacted by lifting up and down, making me know it felt very
good. I was glad it did and that I
could make her feel that way. I kept it up till she came. I sucked her so
hard and so right at the last
second that she screamed. I slowed down my fingers, but kept evenly
sucking her clit. She bucked and
came again, so I licked her up and down and withdrew my hand from inside
her. I put both hands under
her bottom and squeezed it. She lifted up and I put my tongue inside of
her. It was swelteringly wet and
tasted awfully good. I lapped at her opening and she pushed into my
tongue. I left her clitoris alone for
quite a while, but soon enough my fingers touched it and found it. I
teased her to a final come and licked
slowly at her till she subsided. I kissed her thighs lingeringly. She had
her hand rubbing my back.
   "Umm that feels good. Scratch a little, would you?", I asked.
   She did.
   "I gotta move this leg.", she said quietly.
   I got off of it as she pulled it in towards the other one. I sort of
half fell half sat off the couch. I
pulled myself up on my knees and leaned over her head. I kissed her. She
responded quietly and nicely,
kissing me back and putting her hands up behind my head to hold me there
kissing her. When she
released me, I looked at her.
   "You wanted to do that for a long time, didn't you?", I said.
   Beverly nodded her head. "Did you know?", she said.
   "Not till now.", I told her.
   "And there's something else I've wanted to do for a long time, too.",
she said.
   "What's that?", I asked.
   She smiled and pushed herself slowly and agonizingly up on the couch.
   "Lay down and I'll show you.", she said.
   It was my turn to be delighted. Beverly ate me expertly. Her gentle
feminine touches were most
welcome. I came many times and we spent the night in bed together. We made
love in the morning
before Jerry came over. He saw more than just our home made videos.

-- 
 "The factory of the future will have only two employees, a man and a dog. The man will be there to feed the dog. The dog will be there to
keep the man from touching the equipment." - Warren Bennis