Future of Porn

“A game of truth or dare inspired this, when the question was tell your biggest fantasy. Hope you all like it. I’d love getting your feedback, as this isn’t in the style of my normal stories, which are usually inspired by romantic fantasizing. This is just plain venting of repressed need. It’s quite long, as I have quite a bit to vent! Feedback and votes are the only way I know if I hit the mark or not. I think I did, but I’d like to hear what you think. Thanks! ~A”

*****

“You want me to do WHAT?!” I shrieked into my cellphone, startling several people nearby, but I didn’t care. I was too blown away by my friend’s request.

“Lizzie, pleeeeeease. Of the three girls I could think of who wouldn’t smack me and never speak to me again, you were the only one who might say yes.” I was dumbfounded. My insane friend, more insane for wanting to try for this amateur porn director prize, had totally left the world of sanity. He thought I might actually say yes? Was he nuts?

“Are you nuts?” I asked, just to fill the space of me gaping dumbly, cellphone pressed against my ear.

“Will you at least come talk about it with me? I’ll tell you more about what I want to do, and you can decide then.”

Okay, maybe he wasn’t so insane, since I was fine with talking about it more. I wasn’t ready to say yes, but there was a traitor part of me that was interested. “Fine. Shall I come over now?”

“I’ll come pick you up, we can talk about it over dinner. Dress up a little?”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye, Liz. Thanks.”

*

I was feeling a little better about being told my friend thought I was someone who “might say yes” to starring in an amateur porno after Lewis took me to a nice Italian restaurant I’d been wanting to go to since the semester began. Since it’s bring your own wine, they didn’t actually card us. I guess they assumed that if we’d gotten the wine in the first place, we were of age. Lew was 21, though I was only nineteen. So we sipped at a nice pinot noir Lew had thoughtfully brought two bottles of, and talked after we ordered our food.

“Tell me what this prize is? I guess it’ll help me understand why you’re doing this.” Not that I really needed to understand why he was doing it. My friend was a Film Studies major, Theatre (Directing) minor, and he had always wanted to direct movies. We’d gotten close enough last spring in Creative Writing class that we’d even touched on the subject of erotic film when it had come up that I wrote for an erotic literature website. I guess I knew why he’d asked me, since I saw erotic writing not as trash, but as a way of expressing myself.

“First prize is fifty thousand dollars and the chance to work through it with big-time directors and turn it into something that would get produced by a big company. Second prize is ten thousand, third is five. It’s a lot of money, Liz.”

“I can see that. You’d be getting fifty grand and your opportunity to direct for real, what would I get out of this? Other than completely trashing any reputation I ever had, or have the chance to get…” I hated myself when I realized I was already talking as if I’d said yes. I wasn’t really thinking of doing this, was I?

Lewis poured me a second glass of wine, considering me thoughtfully. “I’ll give you a hundred dollars to be in it. You’d also get the benefits of the… er… acting you’d be doing, and that’s if I don’t win anything.” He paused, sipping his own second glass of wine. “If I win something, I’d give you a percentage of the prize. I’m willing to negotiate on what that percentage is. I know you could use the money just as much as me.”

“As I,” I corrected him idly, not really thinking about the fact that I was correcting his grammar, my thoughts were somewhat elsewhere. Damn him, he knew how lonely I’d been feeling. Offering me the chance to fuck… wait, he still hadn’t said who else! “Lewis, tell me right now who else is in this. You’ve avoided saying it so far.”

I saw the telltale flick of his eyes that suggested he hadn’t wanted to admit to this. “Mike Lennings would be your co-star.”

I missed the fact that he hadn’t necessarily answered the question entirely, I was too stuck on the name. Mike Lennings was a stereotypical frat guy, and it was rumored around campus that he easily won any contest involving the size of his dick. That rumor was usually followed by the second-widest rumor on campus… how many girls he hooked up with after those contests. “You want me to fuck Lennings?” I finally managed to get out.

He smirked a little. “Well, more I want you to let Lennings fuck you.” He seemed to be enjoying the shock that statement had given me. “I talked with him after our class today, and he was totally up for it. He wanted to know who his co-star was, but I didn’t say anything beyond that I hadn’t gotten it settled yet. I wanted to ask you first, rather than give him any ideas.”

I nodded, taking refuge in my wineglass for a moment. “If I agree, he’d spread my name around campus. I’d have no reputation whatsoever, and even if I don’t have one yet, it’ll ruin any chances I have of earning anything good,” I told him slowly.

“I already thought of that, Liz. I discussed it with him, and he doesn’t particularly want his participation in this spread around either. The campus rumors are one thing, people don’t know if they’re true or not. But this… he’s in the same boat as you. He won’t say anything. The only people that will see you or this movie are the people judging it, the people in the project, and possibly the directors if we win first prize and I go on to work on it with them.” He was concerned enough, I could tell he wasn’t lying. What could I say? He’d pretty much killed any of the reasons I had for saying no.

“I guess I’m willing to try it,” I told him grudgingly, “Though I’m not going to agree for sure until I’ve seen your script.” The look on his face made it worth the half-agreement. He jumped up, luckily not startling any of the waiters carrying breakable items (just one with an empty tray), moving to my side of the table to bear-hug me. Seeing our waiter coming I pushed him back to his own seat, but he didn’t stop grinning.

We ate rather quietly, since we didn’t want to continue the discussion with the waiter popping up every five minutes to ask how we were doing. I did ask a few vague questions, since we both knew the subject, we didn’t need to specify. “How much time do you think this will take? How long’s the movie, and about how long do you think for us to learn the script and shoot it all?”

Lewis was more than happy to share his dream with me, and I had to admit seeing that ecstatic grin on his face made me glad I hadn’t turned him down. He started in on the time it would take, how he planned to set it up, and gave me a thin idea of who my character was, though he gracefully refrained from going into detail. I ate, listening to him chatter about this, clearly his latest obsession. He really wanted this.

We finished eating and he chivalrously paid the bill, despite my complaints. It’s sweet when guys are polite, but having my gender define his manners wasn’t exactly a good thing in my view. I don’t want to be catered to as one of “the gentler sex”, that seems sexist to me. Not in a bad way, since it usually meant guys like Lew would open doors for me, or pay for dinner, but it kinda makes me feel less independent. It’s sweet, but not necessary. He drove us back towards campus, but I stopped him before he made the turn to head around to my dorm. “Do you have the script written yet?” I asked before we came to the traffic light that marked the turn. “I’d love to see it… at this point there’s no chance of me getting any more work done. You’ve sold me on this.”

His grin widened (if that was possible), and he gladly turned the other direction, towards his suite instead. Since it was Saturday, I had a feeling his three suite-mates would be out partying, not in the dorm, and my guess was a good one. Two of them were out, the third was in the shower getting ready for a date, which Lewis informed me of with a smirk. His roommate John was not the most suave of men, so his dates often were good for telling jokes about, however mean that may sound. He pointed me at the circular common room of the suite, and I sat while he disappeared into his room to get the script. “Voila!” he exclaimed with a flourish of papers, offering them to me with a bow.

I grinned, taking the papers from him and setting them in my lap. As I glanced through the first page, I was actually touched at the sweet scene. The first scene is a birthday picnic dinner at the beginning of September, Mike having turned twenty. He and his girlfriend Liz were having a rather romantic dinner in a park, mostly just talking, as Thursday nights aren’t the best choice for wild birthday parties. Eventually the question of ‘What do you want for your birthday?’ comes up, Lizzie planning to bring it to the party he’s got planned for the coming Saturday night. “Wonderful creativity with the names there, Lew,” I teased him lightly, flipping the page to continue.

Mike considers for awhile, talking about the presents his parents had sent him, then comes up with the idea that sets the stage for the rest of the movie. He asks Liz if she would dress up on Saturday, let him show her off a little. “This is a little awkward here,” I pointed out, re-reading the few lines. “Do you want to work on this together? I can probably help with the script if you want my crappy editorial skills.”

Lewis considered, then nodded. “It’s be great. That’s a rough draft, trying to get the outline set down, and then I elaborated enough for it to look like a script rather than a story. But I’d love to have your help, you write really well.”

I avoided blushing at this, since the only stories he’d ever bothered to read of mine outside of boring class assignments were erotic. But I wasn’t ashamed of that, so embarrassment didn’t rush through me and turn my face red. “This weekend I’m busy Saturday, but Sunday afternoon we could work on this if you’d like.” I didn’t really care for an answer, flipping the page to continue reading. The story-line continues, Mike explaining to Liz that he really wants his other friends to see how awesome she is, and some of them are more interested in certain measurements than personality. Liz, since she knows he’s gotten made fun of for her bookworm reputation, agrees to this, hinting at a thought that had come to her. He asks about it, but she just tells him he’ll find out. I looked up at Mike, sighing. “Do you have a soda or something? I’m tired enough that that wine went straight to my head. I’m starting to have trouble concentrating. But I like the story so far.”

He nodded, getting up to go to the fridge in the kitchenette area of the common space, grabbing two rootbeers from the door of the fridge. “Does that mean you’ll do it?” he asked as he sat back down next to me and offered me the drink. I looked up and I could see the begging in his eyes.

I sighed. “I don’t think I can read through this now, but I want to know what her surprise present for him is before I agree.” I took the can of rootbeer with a smile of thanks, popping the top and taking a big swallow before I looked at him to elaborate.

He nodded. “Yeah, I had a feeling you’d ask. From where you left off…” he peered at the script in my hand, “She goes out and buys some clothes specifically to show herself off for him, and so she shows up at his Saturday party in a midriff strappy tanktop, miniskirt, and a denim jacket that’s also cut short, accenting her bare middle and her hips. The other guys at the frat house don’t even recognize her until she comes in and heads straight for Mike, whom she greets with a big kiss. She basically ignores her usual inhibitions and lets him show her off, not rejecting to anything. They get a little drunk, and eventually the party starts to quiet down as people start leaving around two am. That’s when she springs her secret gift on him… she offers him the fulfillment of one fantasy, within reason. She asks him what one of his biggest fantasies is, and he tells her that he’s always wanted to show off his girlfriend to the extreme, such as having a threesome with another guy, showing off how great his girlfriend is while they all know quite well she wants him, and him alone. He calls it an ‘image thing’. She agrees to that, on the condition that she helps pick the other guy. Liz and Mike disappear up to his room for a brief makeout session, since he’s so turned on that she agreed he can’t keep his hands and lips off her.”

He looked up at me as if looking for some kind of feedback this far, and I just smiled. “I like it. I can see there’s a lot of room for pornography scenes, but it has plot too. Given that, I think I’m willing to agree to this crazy plan.”

He beamed at me. “You’re awesome, Lizzie, I am so happy I don’t know how to thank you enough. This is totally a dream come true.”

I grinned at him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I can see that. That’s the only reason I’m willing to do it.” I smiled, leaning back to my former position. “How many others do they end up with, and who are the actors? I don’t want anyone getting ideas about me because I’m willing to show off my body.”

He shook his head. “Everyone I’ve gotten together understands that this is secret, and two of the three actually complimented you indirectly… once they’d seen the script, they were impressed that I had someone proud enough of her body to be willing to do this.” He smiled. “See? They’ll think more of you, not less. And everyone agrees that this isn’t getting spread around.”

I nodded slowly, at least pleased about that. I wasn’t going to admit to Lew how much this had turned me on, but it had. Just the thought about being such a character was awesome, let alone how much it would turn me on to have someone filming me having sex. “So, how many and who?” I prompted him, trying to keep to the earlier conversation rather than about how much I was willing to be a slut.

“You, Mike, then two other guys who get added into the scene. Jason Timmen has agreed - he’s a friend of Mike’s, I don’t think you know him - and, um… my roommate.”

So that’s why he’d thought I’d do this. Lew knew quite well that I’d had a crush on his suite-mate, Chris, for a very long time. What can I say, a straight hottie with manners… what more could I ask for? I blushed, realizing his eyes were still on me, judging my reaction. “I’m glad you let me choose for other reasons, rather than dangling that little tidbit in front of me.”

He laughed. “Don’t thank me too much. I would’ve used that too if you didn’t seem to like the idea.” I mock-glared at him, but I couldn’t really be mad… he knew me too well, is all.

I sighed, grinning. “Alright… when do we start?”

*

That Sunday we went out to lunch at a sandwich shop near campus, and we spent probably three hours working on the script. While I had only written one script before (and it sucked), I could bring my writing background to help him. When we finally declared ourselves done for now, he insisted on going with me to buy some of the outfits he’d described in the script. It was starting to dawn on me that he’d written this with me in mind, since a lot of the descriptions he’d added in fit me.

We were parked in the strip mall across the street from the sandwich shop, so we didn’t have to go very far to get to a place that would have fashion clothing for cheap… Walmart always seems to. The first outfit we were looking for was what my character would show up in for the birthday party scene. He wanted a black strappy tanktop, preferably cut low at the neck and high at the waist, showing as much skin as possible. I was to wear that and black panties (which we also found so they were a little sexier than my boring ones) for much of the scene, with a fashion jacket and denim skirt over the top for the party itself, getting rid of them soon after.

The jacket wasn’t hard to find, there was a pale denim jacket with sequins that was also cut short to show some of my waist. I even liked it, surprise surprise. The skirt was harder, since the current style was short but not tiny, and they tended to be straight cut, not flippy. We needed something that would constantly flip up enough to show off the black panties. It was on the clearance rack, what we finally found. A khaki canvas skirt, the top was fitted from low-cut waist to hip, then it was not much more than a wide ruffle from there down. The ruffle could easily flip around, especially if I practiced with it to learn what movements made it flip. We were searching around for something sexy in the shoe section when I realized I already had black knee-high leather boots that would totally work.

Lewis looked oddly at me, and I have to wonder what was running through his head as I told him about the boots my little brother referred to as my “hooker boots”. But he couldn’t disagree, they’d work perfectly. “Alright, that outfit will last us for awhile. With the changes we made, we’ve got a good bit of work to do before we get to the fantasy-fulfillment part. Do you want to just work the first part now, and buy the rest later? Or we could go to that mature shop and get some of the things I had in mind now…?”

I wanted to smack him. “You didn’t say anything about toys or… other things… from there! What exactly are you planning to do to me?!” I had to hiss this at him in a whisper, since there were other people around, and I didn’t exactly want to be overheard.

He grinned at me. “You’ll find out.”

To make things worse, Lew made me wait in the car while he went into the store. So I knew he’d bought something (or several somethings), but he wouldn’t show me what they were. “I want to surprise you,” was all he told me. That didn’t ease my worry any… it increased it.

“But I don’t trust your surprises,” I whined as we headed back towards campus.

“Don’t trust me, Liz? Come now, sure you do.”

I made a face. “I trust you not to hurt me, but I don’t trust you with what tiny reputation I’m going to have left by the end of this. What exactly are you planning to do to me!” He’d refused to script certain scenes, saying he wanted them natural, and he would just direct them without a script. There weren’t many lines to be said after a certain point anyway, that I had to agree.

He just grinned at me, drove me back to my dorm, and told me he’d call me once he’d set up our first meeting. He was hoping to get Mike and me together the next day to just read through the script, see if it flowed well.

Mike had volunteered the theta chi house for the party scene, and that would be tricky, since it fit the scene but it would make for some trouble. In truth there were only three guys actually living at the particular house he was in (there were three house dedicated to the ever-growing fraternity) and one of them went to visit his girlfriend almost every weekend. But it would take some work to get the other guy out of the house unsuspecting, and also be relatively sure he wouldn’t come back long enough for them to film some. The intimate scenes they weren’t too worried about, they could use Mike’s room and lock the door, and it wouldn’t exactly surprise anyone to hear noises from there.

I got a call not even an hour later, distracting me more from the paper I was having trouble writing. My mind was already on Lew’s movie, so it didn’t hurt much to answer the phone also. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me. You wouldn’t happen to be free tonight, would you? Mike’s got a lacrosse match tomorrow, so he asked if there was a chance we could get together tonight.”

I winced. “I should write this paper… but I guess I can do it tomorrow if we’re not working then.” I sighed, nodding for my own benefit, not his. “When and where?”

Brandon had worn his long trench coat and pushed up behind me and wrapped it around me as it was getting cold out with the sun dropping. The street party was a blast. Drag queens on stilts, all combination of men and women and men and men and women and women were kissing and dancing and running about. There were bottles of wine and beer being passed around by strangers. We soaked it all in, but we were more focused on each other. We’d just had such an amazing experience together and though we were still buzzing from it, we knew there was more ahead. I had my ass, still clad in my tiny shorts, pushed up against Brandon’s lap and once again his cock had grown hard and pushed back against me.

The wine and my lover’s body were warming me up, and as the party around us got increasingly intense I wanted to continue with my lover’s birthday present. I unfastened the garter belts from my shorts as Brandon and I stopped to stare in amazement at a couple fucking right there on the street. She was bent over, clutching a sign pole being fucked by a man wearing nothing but a harness. Her black leather skirt was up, and her small perky breasts stuck out about the corset she was wearing. Her Bettie Page hairdo and high heeled boots completed this outfit. She had a beautiful body but it was her face that turned me on the most. Her mouth was open and she was loving being fucked, seemingly oblivious to the crowd cheering around her.

As we watched this spectacle of public sex, I slid my shorts off and tucked them into Brandon’s pocket. His coat didn’t quite reach far enough to cover me completely and I felt exposed, though so far nobody other than Brandon appeared to notice. He was harder than ever, and pushing his cock forward into my ass as the couple against the pole continued to fuck. The crowd pushed closer. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, as the coat fell open and Brandon’s hands held my breasts. I decided to take the plunge. I stepped forward, out of his coat completely, and gripped the pole just above where the other woman was gripping it. She looked at me with her eyelids heavy and her lips trembling as I bent forward with my high heels spread far apart. I pushed my ass out, and waited for my man.

As Brandon stepped forward and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, the crowd around us went crazy. There were people climbing on top of newspaper racks to see the action. I felt my love slide his cock into me. The foreplay was inherent in the act and we went right to the hard, fast fucking that we both needed.

I had my eyes closed and was surprised to hear a whisper in my ear. “May we pet you?” I opened my eyes and saw that the other couple had apparently finished and now stood ready to stroke and pet me as I was being fucked by my sweetheart. I nodded yes. I was breathing too heavy to say anything.

My lover was gripping my hips and now two sets of hands belonging to strangers ran up and down my legs, over my ass, underneath me to stroke my belly and breasts. My nipples were pinched; my jaw was clutched holding my head in place as Brandon continued to drive his cock into me. Finally the lovely woman slid her hands down my belly, between my legs and pressed firmly against my clit. She held her finger against me steady and I began to cum. I opened my eyes and saw the crowd cheering me on. One man had his cock out and was stroking himself as he watched. I was cumming loudly and with my whole body as the two strangers kept me standing. It was all my man could bear and I felt him cum inside me as he pushed up against my ass. He would slow down and then another pump would have him coming again. I was done cumming, but loving feeling my lover get off so thoroughly. The stranger slid her hand from my clit and I knew she was moving toward Brandon’s balls which she clutched as he gave one last thrust and finally he was spent.

The embarrassment and exhilaration set back in as I stood and turned toward the birthday boy. I wrapped my hands around him and buried my face in his neck as the crowd gave their biggest cheer yet and then continued moving on down the street. “You were lovely.” he whispered in my ear.

“Happy birthday sweetheart.” I whispered back. The woman from the other couple silently pressed a card with her picture and phone number into my hand and they disappeared into the crowd. I remained half naked and exposed and Brandon’s cock and balls were still sticking out from his pants as we moved slowly down the street with the rest.

Now there is the small matter of how to top this next year!

He stayed with me through signing all the papers and stuff to make sure there were no problems with me renting the car, and then as I finished and said bye to the dealer, Trevor walked me to my new temporary car. “Will you be okay to find your way back to the house?” he asked.

“Yes, I think so anyway.” I said and recounted the way I thought we had come from there.

“Yep, that sounds about right. Tell you what, I will go write down my cell phone number and then if you have any trouble, you can call me. I wouldn’t leave you here but I have a few things I need to do and won’t be heading back to the house until later.”

When he returned and handed me the number we said only our goodbyes and Trevor left with what I hoped was a last glance at me as I climbed into the small car, and we went our separate ways.

Once back at Tammy’s house I decided to spend the rest of the afternoon working on my tan. So, I put on my bikini, grabbed a towel, and the book I had packed for the flight then headed out to the pool. I sat back on the lounge first, to work on tanning the front side of myself for the first 30 minutes and then flipped over onto my stomach for another thirty after I had taken a dip into the pool to cool off. The book had turned from a simple romance into a very erotic story, although the couple hadn’t fully gone all the way yet. The author had managed to capture both their needs and the excitement of that accidental touch in a way that made you feel it and wish that you were the woman in the story. The unintended arm brushing against her breast that would make your heart skip a beat. The seduction of the story itself was all that you needed to find the book very exciting.

I didn’t see Trevor return home before I went in to change out of my suit and not to long after that Tammy arrived home. Her day had been rather hectic so she ran upstairs to take a long hot bath. She told me that if I was hungry she had dinner laid out in the fridge and if I wanted to I could start on it, assuring me that I didn’t have to since I was a guest, but she needed a bath so she could feel human again.

I told her I didn’t mind and headed downstairs to fix dinner. Before long I had found everything I needed, spices, pots and pans, glasses, and a large cooking spoon. She had laid out pork chops in the fridge, and on the counter by the stove was some canned vegetables and some seasoned rice packets. I was amazed by how planned out everything was, considering my single life, coming home and just throwing something together was routine enough, here she knew what to have for dinner before she ever went to work.

Tammy and I spent some girl time together talking more on life, love and the pursuit of happiness so to speak. We covered every topic that came to mind, excluding the fact that I was unemployed. I am not sure why I didn’t want to talk to her, my best friend, about it, but felt that if I did mention it then it may seem as if I were begging her to fix it. I know Tammy well enough to know she would offer me a new start, but I didn’t know if I was ready to accept it.

Jake got home around eight and I went to bed at 10 hoping to give the couple their time alone. I was still awake when they came upstairs and not too long after that, I heard their bed bumping against the wall and muffled sounds of pleasure coming from them both. I admit; I was slightly jealous once again.

~~~

The next day I didn’t see Trevor at all, so I assumed that he wasn’t home. Even when I was out by the pool sunning myself I didn’t see any movement toward his house or in his yard. I wouldn’t allow myself the luxury of going to see if his truck was there, if it was and he was home there was too big a risk I’d be caught. Even though, as I lay out in the sun, I caught myself several times looking longingly towards his house, wishing he would come out to say hi.

The day after that, I still didn’t see any sign of him and to say I was disappointed would be a huge understatement. After all, how was I supposed to tease a man who was never around? The book I was reading as well as hearing my best friend making love every night was leaving me very frustrated and my week was running out. It was already Saturday and unless something drastic changed, I would be heading home next Wednesday.

I was now reading a very steamy part of the book, the couples first time making love with one another. He was kissing her all over, nibbling and suckling on her breasts, his fingers plunging deeply into her vagina. She was in part laying there enjoying the attention as well as urging him on, begging him to put his cock inside her where his fingers were now residing. It was making me horny to read it so well written. My pussy was wet; my breasts were swollen and aching, begging to be released from the confinement of my bathing suit. I relented and sat up to untie my top hoping to ease some of the pressure they were feeling, shocked at how turned on I was becoming and how physically uncomfortable it was for me. I left my top tied around my neck, just in case someone, namely Tammy or Jake, happened to come home early. I figured I could cover myself quickly enough if need be.

Loosening my top only served to allow my breasts to feel as though they swelled and ached more, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to reach up and massage them with my own hands. I squeezed the whole breast and getting a little caught up in the moment I began to pinch and pull my nipples, sighing softly and wishing it wasn’t my hands on myself but Trevor’s.

It was at that moment that I looked through half closed eyes towards Trevor’s house and I saw him standing at the window looking out at me. I shocked myself by continuing my ministrations on my breasts. If anything, now more emboldened than before I had seen him watching me. I wanted him to see me playing with my tits, hoped he would get the hint and come help me out. The thought that he might urged me on and when I gave my own nipples a particularly hard pinch, I cried out softly in need.

I glanced back towards the window after turning my head for only a minute and was disappointed when I didn’t see Trevor standing there anymore. I continued teasing my own nipples, hoping that he would join me, and though I’m not sure how long I waited, he never showed up. Eventually, I admitted my own failure at bringing him over and I stood and put my top back in its right place. Still feeling overheated in my groin area, I decided that I really needed to cool myself down. Noticing the watch by my chair, I saw that soon Tammy would be arriving home anyway. “Maybe that is why Trevor didn’t take me up on my offer?” I wondered silently.

That night I fell into an exhausted sleep. I guess the feelings I had aroused in myself but never satisfied and possibly my lack of sleep since my arrival, had managed to wear me down totally and I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Thankfully, I wasn’t witness to Tammy and Jake making love, though I had no doubt the next morning that they had, even if I did sleep through it.

The following day saw Tammy off from work, they had called her and told her that they would be able to manage without her today. Sunday shouldn’t be too busy of a day anyway, they had explained. Tammy could tell that there was something wrong with me, but I didn’t dare try to tell her that I had hoped to seduce Trevor and had failed so far. In the effort to hide that, I confessed finally to my lack of a job back home, and let her think that concerns over that was what caused my foul mood that day. Always the mothering type, she assumed the role once again, asking what I would do now and saying that if I wanted to try to find work there they would be more than happy to have me stay with them for a while, and help me until I could find suitable employment. The rest of the day was spent with her trying to distract me from my troubles, even though I had assured her that it was fine and not that big of a deal. I felt badly not telling her the real reason for my mood, but it was one of those things just couldn’t confess to right now.

That night I was told that Trevor would be over for dinner as per his usual Sunday night. Since I had been wearing a bathing suit most of the day, no one questioned when I went upstairs to change. I needed to pull myself together enough to face him. I decided to wear was a pair of denim shorts that were kind of short and tight enough to hold in my tummy. I liked how they looked on me and always felt sexy while wearing them. I topped that off with a cute little top I had purchased this morning while shopping with Tammy. It was pale pink and the only thing that would hold it together was a few stitches between the breasts. No bra was needed with it. Since Trevor and I hadn’t spoken since the day he took me to get my rental car, I wanted to make sure he noticed me. I half figured that if I couldn’t get an obvious sign that he was interested in me tonight, then I may as well give up on the whole idea of working to seduce him during my vacation. By the time, I finished dressing and went back downstairs, Trevor had arrived and they were all sitting around the livingroom talking.

Tammy was the first to mention my arrival down stairs by mentioning that the new shirt was cute on me. She even managed to make me blush when she pointed out that it would be sure to draw a man’s eyes to my breasts when I wore it. Though it was the thing I had been hoping to do, I could have still went and hid under a rock at her pointing it out in such an obvious way.

Tammy and I had fixed a ham with mashed potatoes and gravy and corn. For dessert, we bought a watermelon, the first one of the season for all of us. So we all headed into the dining room for dinner and then we would go out by the pool for dessert. No need for a sticky mess inside the house, her and I had agreed. Watermelon was just more fun if you ate it outside.

I noticed Trevor watching me some as we ate dinner, but it was during the watermelon that he really stopped trying to disguise it. The watermelon was very juicy and it was impossible to not make a mess on yourself considering we had cut the watermelon and then without the aid of plates or silverware we just bit into the watermelon. Tammy claimed, “This is how to really enjoy it.” Tammy and Jake had begun joking about how he was going to have the watermelon that dribbled all over her for a second dessert later on. It was the first time I had heard them mention their sexual side as a married couple and I found it sweet. Jake at one point even leaned in to kiss Tammy on the chin after she had bit into the watermelon and it left a sticky trail down her chin. I enjoyed their show of affection for one another and I glanced over at Trevor to see if he found it as interesting as I did.

Trevor wasn’t looking at them but instead was looking at me. There was heat in his eyes that he didn’t try to hide. We watched each other for a little while, the watermelon pieces in our hands forgotten. Trevor won the staring contest though when I heard Tammy ask if anyone else wanted more watermelon, stating that since she was already covered in stickiness that she figured a little more wouldn’t hurt. I told her that I was fine and went back to nibbling on the piece I already had in my hand. Trevor stood up a few minutes later and walked past me, bending to whisper in my ear that I had a trail of juice running down my chest. Then, out loud he said that he was going home to shower and get rid of the sticky and would be home most of the day tomorrow so he hoped to see them after they got off from work to decide what we would all do for the 4th.

I finished my watermelon and said that I was going in to take a shower and then going to call it a night. Tammy and Jake bid me good night and went back to their teasing about needing to clean up also. I wondered if Trevor had only been watching me because I had made a mess or if it had been something more that drew his eyes. I wanted to feel that it had been more, but I couldn’t be sure, since he still hadn’t said or done anything more.

When I finished with my shower, I walked to my window to look out, still not fully ready for bed but once again figuring that Tammy and Jake may have been wanting the alone time together. My bedroom window looked out into the back yard where the pool was, so I turned off my bedroom light. With the porch light was off I thought I should be able to see stars and maybe be able to look toward Trevor’s house and see him through a window.

The moon was shinning brightly, even though it was only about half full, and its light had made it impossible to see the stars filling the sky from my bedroom window. All the lights in Trevor’s house were turned off so I looked down and saw the moon covered the back yard with its light. I was getting ready to turn away from the window when I noticed the pool and could make out the two bodies inside it. Tammy and Jake were swimming with one another, stopping to occasionally kiss and then continue on swimming. I thought about how romantic it was that they were swimming together with only the moon and stars for light and I was going to give them the privacy they should have.

It was about the time I was once again turning away from window when I saw Jake pick up Tammy and set her up on the side of the pool down at the shallow end. I noticed she was naked. With in seconds of setting her up on the side, Jake began suckling on her breasts, Tammy arched back in pleasure.

The sight had me glued to my place by the window. I felt naughty watching them, but also curious about how far they would really go. Both Trevor and I were able to see them, if we chose to watch, and I couldn’t imagine they would take it too far. I watched in both shock and excitement as Tammy laid back and Jake put his face between her legs. Her legs were lifted and put over his shoulders as if to hold him down on her. I wondered if it would be during this that she would whisper to him like she had the first night I heard them, maybe encouraging him to continue or even begging him to stop and put his hard cock inside her.

I continued to watch them together in that way, though I’m not sure if it were only minutes or hours that I stood there and watched Jake lapping at my best friend’s pussy from my bedroom window. Eventually her legs were put back into the water and she sat up as Jake leaned in to kiss her on the mouth. Then she slipped back into the three feet deep water and they kissed a little more before she turned around giving him her backside. She leaned forward and put her hands on the side of the pool where it curves onto the concrete around it, I assumed that now she was getting to feel his cock sliding into her pussy. I couldn’t see much about their movements from my position above them but I could the ripples in the water around them. A cloud rolled in over the moon’s glow and blocked my view of them completely. I stepped back away from the window finally released from my trance that seeing them together had started.

I lay down on my bed and let my hand touch my pussy through my thong panties. I could feel my wetness and feel my clit poking up demanding attention. I had never thought I could be aroused from the sight of my best friend getting laid by her husband but I couldn’t deny that I was. I considered bringing myself to orgasm but couldn’t quite bring myself to masturbate over the erotic coupling I had just witnessed. To see that and then have a self-induced orgasm left a lot to be desired. Masturbation would never be enough to ease the needs that I now felt and to try to ease it in that way would seem to lessen the sweetness of what I had seen.

A little while later I heard the couple coming up the stairs, laughing and talking softly heading for their bedroom, just before I fell into an arousal-filled sleep, body still aching with need.

~~~

Monday I awoke with my arousal still an ache inside myself. My dreams during the night had been filled with erotic caresses and passionate kisses, the sight of Tammy and Jake and the hopes that Trevor would make a move on me.

Tammy and Jake were smiling a lot at each other and neither seemed aware that I knew why. They both left for work with Tammy assuring me that she would have tomorrow off from work and would be able to spend the whole day with me, on my final full day there. She half questioned, half stated, “Unless you have changed your mind about leaving?” I told her that I still didn’t know if I would stay or not.

After doing my morning toiletries and giving myself a bikini shave so that I wouldn’t have stubble showing, I went out to the pool about noon, carrying my book with me and kind of hoping to finish reading it today. Tomorrow would probably be a busy day and then the next day I would be heading back to real life and there is very little time for reading when you are trying to find a new job. Not to mention that I didn’t need to be reading an erotic book on the plane.

I stepped outside and the heat hit me like a slap in the face. Usually it is rather warm, temperatures have been up near 90 but showing on the thermometer the temperature was already near 97. I knew I wouldn’t be able to lay out in the sun in this heat for very long at a time. I laid my book on the chair and went to the pool. I dived into the cooler water to get good and wet, then got back out and lay on the chair on my stomach. With in minutes of picking up the book to read, I could feel the sun burning into my skin, and figured that today, maybe I should cut my time in half and only lay out for 15 minutes on each side or so then maybe walk into the house and cool off.

My book was even steamier now, and the author spoke of the man eating the female character’s pussy in such detail that it wasn’t long before I could almost feel each flick of his tongue against her clit. When his cock entered her, I could imagine how wonderful it felt to her well-lubricated vagina. The heat from the sun as well as the heat from the story, soon had me aching for a cock even more than I had been so far. I was laying there on the lounge chair and pushing my own pussy against it, trying to relieve the ache and I could feel my nipples swelling and pushing into the chair underneath me.

Deciding that once again I really needed to cool my self off, I stopped reading and went back into the pool. The book didn’t have but a few more pages to it and I felt sure that the author couldn’t put in another erotic moment like the last one. If they did, I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

After swimming for a little bit and cooling my body temperature down enough that I was comfortable once again I climbed back out of the pool and went back to my chair, this time sitting up somewhat to let the sun touch on my front side. I also picked up my book in an attempt to finish it.

For a while, they laid in an embrace enjoying the aftermath of their coupling. The characters confessed their love for one another and the man even proposed to her saying that he couldn’t live without her. They kissed and held one another a while longer and decided they were in need of food so they went downstairs to fix a mid-night snack. It was there that the author turned up the heat again.

While they drank a glass of wine and talked, the man became eager again and picked up the woman, setting her on the table. He dribbled wine all over her naked body and then licked it off her. The cool wine and his warm mouth making a nice conflict of feelings inside her and she was soon withering under his caresses. He managed to bring her to orgasm while dribbling wine over her pussy and then licking it up with his tongue.

She then decided it was his turn to enjoy her touch, and she treated him to the same treatment once he was sitting in his chair, though she didn’t use the wine on him. Just using her hands and mouth on his chest and down lower, eventually taking his cock into her mouth, the first time she had ever had a cock in her mouth. She told him how she wasn’t sure what to do so the author had the man try to tell her how to suck on him in a way that it would feel best for him. Near the point of the male character blowing his load into her mouth he stopped her, turned her around bending her over the table, and put his cock in her, urging them both towards the climax at the end.

As they came, the book ended and I then realized that while reading I had been subconsciously toying with my breasts. My top was pulled down under them both and my nipples were pointing upwards at the sky as if telling the sun to warm them. My own pussy was so wet and in need of attention that I used my hand to pull my bottoms to the side and I felt my own wetness, and the hardness of my clit. I glanced over towards Trevor’s house and didn’t see him so I continued my caresses. I felt somewhat shy touching myself outside but my body’s need far outweighed any morals I may have against it.

My bikini bottom wouldn’t stay to the side of my pussy once I really began trying to work myself into orgasm, so I quickly untied both sides and just left it laying over me. I heard a screen door slam shut and looked around to make sure it wasn’t Tammy or Jake coming home early, and from the corner of my eyes I saw Trevor standing outside on his side porch that faced me. I was so horny and so near to orgasm that I wasn’t sure I would have stopped had it been Tammy or Jake so knowing that it was Trevor, the one who I had fantasized about since my arrival, only encouraged me to continue.

I knew he could see me. I knew that he was watching me. I didn’t care, I just wanted to cum. I hoped that he would make his move and come over to help me finish but he stayed where he was and I continued to stroke my own pussy, dipping my fingers in and fucking myself before moving the wet fingers up to my clit and rubbing over it in small circles.

I am not sure if Trevor knew that I knew he was watching me. I tried to never look in his direction. Maybe if I had he would have come over and offered his assistance. Instead, I rubbed and stroked myself faster and faster, until my body shuddered and I cried out my release. Not caring even that he would have heard my pleasure filled moans.

After my orgasm had passed and left me trembling with its intensity, I glanced back towards where Trevor had stood. Sometime during my orgasm, he had left his porch and I wondered now where he had gone. I put my bikini back into place and stood up. As I walked toward the pool for one last dip before going into the house I searched all around but Trevor was no where to be seen.

Later, I would be embarrassed by the show I had given, maybe, but for now, I felt more daring than I had ever felt before. I realized that it was good to show someone that I could play with myself, and bring myself to orgasm, even if the one I had shown, didn’t seem all that interested.

~~~

The fourth of July was busy; the city makes a big issue out of the Independence Day celebrations. It kicked off at two in the afternoon where everyone would be down on main street to watch the parade filled with everything from floats sporting drawn fireworks and wishes for a happy fourth of July to horses trotting down the road with red, white and blue glitter in festive stars and stripes on them. There were old cars, new cars, and people running in the next election handing out flyers, clowns, candy for kids, and so many other things I can’t think to mention them all. The whole city seemed to come out to enjoy the holiday festivities, and most of them were wearing their own red, white, and blue clothes in celebration.

Tammy and I also dressed the part. She had on a red and white stripped shirt and blue jean shorts, with red sandals. I had on a solid red shirt, my favorite blue jean shorts, and white sandals. We had also pulled our hair into ponytails with clips that Tammy had. They had shiny stars in the red, white and blue hanging off the ponytail holders.

Jake had invited Trevor to join us to watch the parade or maybe it was just assumed that he would. He showed up about the time we were getting ready to walk towards Main Street, only a couple blocks away and as Tammy explained, “It’s easier to walk than try to get a car onto Main Street this time of year.” I didn’t understand at first but quickly understood when we arrived there and I saw all the people scattered on each side of the road. Jake had on a red, white and blue western style shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes and Trevor who was the only one of the group that didn’t wear red, had on simply a white button up shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes. Tammy teased Trevor at one point about not wearing red, and he winked at her and said, “I am wearing red. You should see my undies.” causing all of us to laugh.

It was on the walk back to the house when Tammy mentioned that Jake had to go to the fireworks show with a business colleague and that she would be going too. She explained to me that they normally they were home, preferring instead to sit out by the pool and watch the fireworks, but it had come up unexpectedly. I was more than welcome to come along or I could sit and watch the fireworks from their house, “You will still be able to see most of them,” she promised and “it’s hard telling how long it will take us to get home afterward.”

I told her that I would stay at their house since it was an option, preferring to avoid the crowd that was sure to be there. I also explained that it would give me time before the fireworks started to begin packing up my stuff and preparing early for my flight home tomorrow and then she and I would have the morning to talk and stuff before I had to leave. She thought it was a great idea.

It was about five when we got back to Tammy’s house and we all had a quick sandwich and chips, apparently the usual fare for Independence Day at their house. Then at six Tammy and Jake headed off to view fireworks and Trevor went to his house, leaving me all alone to begin packing up and getting ready for my trip home.

I finished packing and put on my bikini, figuring I would take a quick dip in the pool before the fireworks began. It was already eight-thirty so I figured it shouldn’t be too long before the show started. I went out and turned on the light thinking that I would turn it off when the first pop sounded signaling the start and then dove into the pool and began making laps.

I had been swimming for probably thirty minutes I guess, when I realized the light suddenly went out in the pool area. The moon tonight wasn’t nearly as bright as it had seemed the other night from my window, though it should have been brighter. There seemed to be a haze over it that made it impossible for it to glow. Then I caught a glimpse of a shadow moving, right about the time I heard the water splash as someone dove into the pool. The person broke the water close to where I was now standing at the shallow end of the pool and I saw it was Trevor. “Hey” I said, “You had me worried for a second. I didn’t know it was you.” I said and smiled at him.

“Sorry about that.” He said.

The moon came out of its haze at that moment and shined almost as bright as day. I couldn’t help but notice the way his normally wavy hair was now flattened against his head and the drops of water running down onto his muscled chest that had a light dusting of dark hair covering it. Realizing that I was staring and hoping he hadn’t noticed I quickly pulled my eyes back up to his. There was once again a heat burning in his eyes that even the dark shadows couldn’t hide.

“I want you,” he said without preamble, “and I think you want me too.”

I didn’t know what to say, I was very unprepared for him to come to me like this, I had given up on the idea of him coming to me at all. Come to me he did though. After his statement and allowing me a moment to think on it, he began wading to me. As he came closer he asked, “Did you know I saw you yesterday? Did you know I saw you playing with your breasts the other day?”

I half feared he was angry with me for teasing him so I began backing away, unsure of what I had gotten myself into, but even as I walked, I nodded my head “Yes.”

“Did you wonder why I didn’t come to you?” He questioned.

Again, I nodded yes, and he continued talking, “I didn’t want to be interrupted. I have wanted you since I saw you, but there never seemed to be a good time to touch you. Now is the time, don’t you think?”

I whispered “yes” and considered it seemed other words were forgotten. Still I backed up the few more steps to the side of the pool, though I am not sure why, maybe I wanted to drag it out a few minutes longer, or maybe just have him pursue me for a second longer.

I stopped at the sidewall of the pool, but he continued until he was right in front of me. There were no more words between us, nothing else that needed to be said, and I could tell in the steady way he approached that now wasn’t the time for me to turn chicken. I didn’t want to anyway but I still looked downward somewhat shy now that the time had come.

He lifted my chin up with a crooked finger under my chin and then leaned in to kiss me lightly at first and then growing firmer until his tongue was seeking entrance into my mouth. I relented and as his tongue dipped in and took possession of my mouth his arms wrapped around me pulling me towards him with his hands on my bottom. As his tongue continued plundering my mouth his hands squeezed my bottom, pulling me closer and up slightly to let me feel the bulge in his swimming trunks.

He sat me back on my feet inside the water and stopped kissing me though his arms stayed around me. He brought his hands up onto my back and within seconds, he had pulled the strap around my back loose, then he pulled the bikini top over my head and laid it on the side of the pool. He leaned in to kiss my lips once again quickly but gently and then began to move his kisses down and over my neck, down lower until he was almost bent in half in an attempt to capture my nipples with his mouth. As he took one in and began suckling on it he reached down and untied one of the straps around my hip and when he took the other stiffened nipple into his warm mouth, he untied the other strap holding my bikini in place. When finished stripping me naked he picked up my bottoms, laid it with my discarded top, and kissed my mouth passionately once again.

Trevor pulled me against himself, using my bottom once again for leverage and I felt my nipples poking into his chest. He continued to pull and lift me up until my feet left the bottom of the pool, I was forced to put my legs around his hip to help him support my weight, and I felt his bulge against my pussy. He kissed me again and began walking though I didn’t really care where he was taking me. He stopped and began lowering me back into the water as he kissed his way down to my aching nipples again. It was then I realized he had placed me with my back against one of the pool jets, and some how it was in just the right place that when he spread my lower cheeks apart I feel the rush of water on my pussy and I gasped in pleasure.

It became his own brand of teasing, as he would suckle on one nipple he would hold my ass cheeks apart, and as he stopped sucking to switch to the other the let my bottom close up, blocking the flow of water against my pussy. He moved back and forth between them so many times I lost count but knew very well that I was near to cumming, if only he wouldn’t stop the water from hitting me.

He stopped kissing my chest completely to kiss me and use his tongue to plunder my mouth again as he lifted me up against him again. I was once again forced to use my legs to help him support me and felt his hardness against my pussy. I wanted to cry out with frustration, needing his cock inside me so badly, needing to cum. The events of the last week were enough foreplay, I needed him and I needed him now.

I was surprised when he continued to lift me until my bottom was resting on the side of the pool and I was out of the water. He then kissed his way down to my breasts once again, pulling and sucking on my nipples and lower still until his face was right above my mound. I pondered for a minute how this was the scene I had watched between Tammy and Jake, but as his tongue darted out to tease my clit all thoughts fled my mind. As he began teasing my clit and suckling on it lightly as if it were the best piece of candy he had ever eaten and he wanted to savor it, I couldn’t imagine anything had ever felt as good as what he was doing to me now.

Two things happened when he put his finger inside my pussy and began thrusting it in and out of me as if it were his cock instead of his finger. The first thing was the first two booming firework lit up the night sky with colors of red and blue, and the second thing to happen was I tensed up and my pussy came on the finger he was thrusting in and out of me. I cried out my release even as more fireworks lit up the sky though I failed to notice the colors of them.

When my orgasm was over, he took my hands and pulled me back to a sitting position and he walked away, toward the steps to get out of the pool. I stood and walked that way, too. When he was out he went towards his house and grabbed a blanket that I hadn’t seen there before and I could only assume he had brought it over from his house when he came. I smiled realizing that he had planned this little scene. He spread out the blanket and half asked half demanded that I come to him. I did, not needing to be told twice. Even though I had just came, I still wanted to feel his cock buried inside me.

He told me to lay down and I did, he pulled his swimming trunks down and off his legs. In the glow of the fireworks above I saw his cock standing proudly out from his body. I watched by the ever-changing color of the fireworks as he knelt down placing himself between my legs, and he whispered, “I will go slower next time but this time I need to feel you around me.” “I don’t mind” I told him in response, and spread my legs further to allow him easier access to my most private place.

He took my offer and leaned down to kiss me as his cock poised at my wet opening seeking entrance into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips in an effort to pull him in deeper and he accepted once again the offer I had made. He buried himself inside my pussy as deeply as possible, both of us crying out in relief that we were finally together in this way.

He began moving in a strong, steady rhythm, and I encouraged him with words and moans to make it faster and to make me cum. It was erotic to see the fireworks exploding behind his back as he thrust his cock into me repeatedly and as he picked up speed, I knew that we were both nearing our peaks.

Whoever was launching the fireworks must have somehow known what we were doing because as I cried out my release and felt my pussy contracting and releasing around his cock, urging him to cum with me. There were a half dozen or more booms and bright flashes filling the night sky as he filled me with his seed there were several different colors filling the sky at once.

Afterward, Trevor and I lay on the blanket and watched the rest of the fireworks, it was under the grand finale that he asked if I would spend the night with him and I accepted. We dressed and left a note for Tammy and Jake to find telling them where I was at. We made love several times that night, each one just as intense as the first time even without the flashes of light filling the sky above us. The next morning when I was preparing to leave his house and go next door to change clothes and begin the day, Trevor asked if I really needed to head for home or if I would consider staying with him for a while.

What else could I say? I accepted his offer and told Tammy that I didn’t need transportation to the airport today after all.