Future of Porn

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This story is about something that happened to me a few years back while I was still with the boyfriend I wrote about in my story called “The River”. I had tried to break up with him right after that incident, but he begged for another chance and fool that I was, I gave it to him. Of course, I didn’t tell him that I had gotten screwed silly by his roommates that day by the river.

Well, he was really good for a few weeks, but by this time a couple of months later, he was back to his old ways. Maybe his roommates had said something, but I don’t think so, he would’ve been very upset if he found out.

It was late fall Friday afternoon, I was feeling pretty sexy and needed a little attention. I knew Alan’s roommates were supposed to be heading out for the night, so I called Alan and asked him about maybe getting together that evening and he agreed. I got home early and took a nice, long, hot bath, smoking a joint and drinking almost a whole bottle of wine while soaking away the day’s stresses. I guess that’s when I came up with the idea of surprising Alan. I just love to go out dressed sexily; it must be the exhibitionist streak in me, I love it when men check me out.

I finally got out of the tub, toweled off and put on some nice powder. Then I thought about what would be sexy enough to wear. I decided on a white garter belt with a pair of sheer white nylons with red high heel shoes, no panties or bra. I also have this beautiful white, silk bathrobe that feels so, so sexy against my skin. The problem is that is only comes down a couple of inches below my pussy. I decided what the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. I wanted to make Alan’s eyes bug when I showed up and this would do it. I knew it would drive him crazy seeing me walk up the street from where ever I parked to his place in such a sexy outfit and I’d love doing it.

It was around 7pm by the time I climbed into my jeep and started on the30-minute drive over to Alan’s place. About halfway there, on this back road shortcut that I knew about, the jeep’s motor starting to skip and a couple of minutes later it got so bad that the engine just quit. I tried restarting the thing but it wouldn’t even pop, nothing, just turned and turned. I didn’t know what to do, it was dark and I was getting cold.

Stupid me, I was so involved in the fantasy of what Brian would do to me when he saw me that I never thought about putting a change in the car. I didn’t have any other clothes with me at all. I didn’t even have my purse, The only lucky thing was that I had left my phone in the car, so I called Alan. No Answer! I waited a couple of minutes thinking that maybe he was in the bathroom and tried again, still no luck. God damn him! where the hell was he anyway? He knew I was coming over, he should be home, but it would be just like him to forget and go out with his roommates and that was what it looked like had happened.

I had no choice; I had my AAA card in the glove box and so called them. I told the woman on the phone that I had broken down and that I didn’t have a coat in the car and needed to have someone come out as soon as possible. She sounded bored but after taking all my information, she promised that I’d be a priority and hung up. I tried Alan again, still no answer. Then I waited… and waited… and waited some more. The whole time, I kept trying to call Alan. Finally an hour and 10 minutes later, the tow truck arrived.

I stayed in the Jeep and when the driver came up, I rolled down the window and explained as best as I could what had happened. I really didn’t want to get out of the car dressed as I was. He asked that I pop the hood and try to turn it over. He got some tools and a flashlight from his truck and a couple of minutes later announced that unfortunately it looked like my fuel pump was history. He asked where I’d like to be towed.

Well, I didn’t have much of an option; I tried calling Alan again and still no luck. I finally got out of the car when the tow driver backed his truck up to the front of the Jeep and asked what the chance was of having the repair done tonight. The driver gave me a kinda surprised look when he saw how I was dressed, but told me that he thought that maybe they might be able to work something out, but it would be up to the boss back at the garage. He asked me if I wanted to get in the truck to warm up while he hooked up my jeep. I did, I was really cold, my nipples were hard from the cold and a little sore from being hard for so long. As I walked up to the truck, I looked down at the front of my robe and sure enough, they were prominently poking through the thin silk material. I was sure that’s what the driver noticed when I first started talking to him.

Once he got the jeep hooked up, he got in and we headed off for the garage. The driver seemed friendly enough, but kinda shy or maybe just quiet. He did have a wedding ring on, so maybe he was just uncomfortable being so close to a woman other than his wife who was scantily dressed. I don’t know what it was, but it was a pretty quiet ride to the service station. It must have been a 20-minute drive further into the country. It was kinda scary when we finally got the garage. It looked like a tumble down kinda place. There were a bunch of cars in the parking lot, half of them looked like they had been cannibalized to create some sort of Frankenstein vehicle that was probably hidden deep in a shed somewhere on the property. The driver pointed out the office and told me to go in to talk to the boss while he got the jeep into the shop.

I went in and there was a big, kinda fat guy doing some paperwork at a counter just inside the door. He looked up and literally did a double take when he saw me standing there in at the counter dressed as I was. I told him about the problem with the jeep and asked whether or not it would be possible to get my car fixed that night. I was kinda stranded. He told me that it was after hours and they were supposed to be closed but to wait a minute while he went out to check with the mechanic to see if he was willing to work some overtime. While he was gone, I tried calling Alan again, but he still wasn’t there.

I had just cancelled the call when the owner came back up front. I noticed this time that his name, Leonard was stitched on his shirt. He told me that they could probably do it, but that it would take a couple of hours. Did I have anyone I wanted to call to pick me up? I told him that I had been trying to get in touch with my boyfriend since this happened with no luck. I didn’t have anyone else to call and I’d just wait if he didn’t mind. He said he didn’t and pointed out the coffeepot and a couple of chairs as he went back into the garage area to send the driver out for the parts. I still had a pretty good buzz going from the wine and joint earlier and didn’t feel like taking the edge off by drinking old stale coffee, I wished that there was some way I could light up a joint, but that wasn’t too likely.

Leonard came back out front to finish his paper work a minute later. I sat down to wait. They had a pile of magazines on a small table and I picked up one of those to pass the time. After a couple of minutes it occurred to me again that I didn’t have my purse or credit cards with me, thus no way to pay for the work the shop was doing. I tried calling Alan again. No luck, I tried a couple more times over the next half hour before finally giving up on him and walking over to the counter. Leonard looked up with his eyebrows raised in question. I told him about my problem. I explained how I had tried calling my boyfriend, but he wasn’t home. He took it all in and leaned back just looking at me.

“Why in the world would you come out without your purse or a coat or… anything?” He asked.

Blushing, I explained how I had made plans with my boyfriend to go over to his house and hang out for the evening, I thought I’d surprise of my outfit, I never considered what would happen if I broke down. He smiled and told me that he thought my boyfriend was an asshole to blow me off like this and laughing, said that I was lucky he wasn’t my boyfriend because he’d never leave me alone. He was staring right at my nipples again and while I didn’t want to look down, I could feel them getting all twisted up hard under his stare. I just knew that he was getting a good eyeful of them as they pushed my robe out. The silk robe was really thin and didn’t leave really anything to the imagination, especially with my huge nipples reacting as they were.

I smiled agreeing that my boyfriend was being a big jerk, then asked what he wanted to do about the money. I told him that I’d be happy to go home when the car was repaired to get some cash, or if he wanted someone to follow me, that would be fine too. He smiled and said to let him think about it while he finished his paperwork, maybe we could work something out. I thanked him with another smile and walked back to the chair.

On the way, I look down and realized that my robe had loosened a bit and while I was talking to him, it must’ve sagged open and being as small as I am it gave him a bird’s eye view of my breasts. Being exposed like that really excited me and it still does to this day. I felt myself becoming aroused. On an impulse, I decided to tease him a bit more by letting him see a more intimate part of me if he came over or even just looked over at me from the counter. I didn’t tighten up the sash; in fact I loosened it up a bit more as I walked back to the chairs. It allowed my robe to open even more, showing a lot of what little cleavage that I have.

When I sat down, I positioned myself so that my butt was on the edge of the hard plastic chair. I crossed my legs in a lady like fashion and leaned back to read a magazine. That caused my robe to ride up my thighs and I could feel the cold air on my hot exposed pussy. Almost as soon as I did it, I started having second thoughts about what I was doing. I was just getting ready to scoot back in the chair and cover myself up again when the owner came back up to the counter to look over some papers there and I froze. I was afraid that it would’ve been obvious that I was deliberately flashing if I hastily tried to cover up now. I just pretended that I wasn’t aware of what I was revealing. From over the top of the magazine though, I could him devouring me with his eyes. I didn’t dare look up at him. He walked over to some wall switches and turned on more lights saying that it would be easier for me to read with the lights turned up.

It would also be easier for him to study my exposed pussy as well. I thanked him and he walked back to the counter to work on more paperwork or at least pretend to, he never took his eyes off me. I was so excited and so nervous. My pussy was on fire and soaking wet. I could feel my pussy becoming engorged and starting to open up to reveal the tender, deeper pink inner lips. I have almost no hair down there and was sure that he must’ve seen the wetness glistening on my opening pussy. I was buzzing now from the sexual high as well as the wine and weed.

It wasn’t as if this guy was particularly good looking or anything, he wasn’t… at all. He was big and he looked almost exactly as you might expect a 40 some odd year old biker might. He had a beer belly and probably weighed 250 pounds or better. He had a heavy, dark beard with gray streaks in it, longish hair and strong, strong hands with what looked like years of ground in grease. I don’t mean to imply he was dirty, just that he had been working on cars for so long that there was no way that all the ground in grease would ever come out.

Anyway, I guess it was just that I was pretty hot starting out tonight and once my motor gets going, I pretty much remain worked up until I get some satisfaction. Also, I was pissed off at my boyfriend, he stood me up and as far as I was concerned that was it for him, it was over. I wasn’t really planning to fuck this guy, but I was sure willing to tease and flash him. Now I was really buzzing as I looked up and caught him staring right at my exposed pussy. I had to give it to him; he didn’t back off at all. When he saw me looking at him, he just smiled at me and said he was thinking that maybe we could work something out on the payment for the repair. I smiled back, “Oh really? I can just imagine what were you thinking!” I couldn’t believe I was being so brash, but by now I was soaking wet and really, really excited. Out of control really.

“Well, come on over here and I’ll ’splain my idea to you” He said.

I knew I was crossing the line now, but I put the magazine down and stood up. I felt the sash on my robe loosening still more as I stood almost completely revealing my breasts to his hungry eyes. It closed up again once I was standing, but I knew he had gotten a good look anyway. I walked over and he walked out from behind the counter. When I got to where he was standing, he said, let me tell you what I was thinking, but you’ll understand better sitting up here on the counter. With that, he reached down put his hands on my waist and lifted me to sit up on the counter.

I didn’t say a word, but was trembling with anticipation. “Here’s what I was thinking,” he said as he pulled the sash on my robe and gently pushed me back to lie on the counter. As I lay back, he held the sash and my robe fell open leaving me nude on the garage counter. He pushed my legs apart until they hung over the edges of the counter. He didn’t say another word; he just leaned forward and buried his tongue into my wet, pink folds. I was wild as I felt his beard touch my tender pussy and his tongue rasp across my swollen clitoris.

I gave myself totally over to the moment and the thrill of my lust as his tongue worked it’s magic on me. I tried to keep some semblance of control, but it was no use. I got caught up in the sensations and they carried me away like the current of a strong river. He was old, but by god, he was good. I had never had a man with a beard go down on me before and it felt glorious. I was moving my hips in time to what he was doing and pushing myself into his face and he pushed just as strongly back.

I could hear his breathing and he was as excited as I was, he was almost growling as he moved up my body to my breasts, sucking first one nipple into his mouth and then the other. He was getting wild. He pushed my breasts together and somehow got both nipples into his mouth at the same time. It felt just awesome; I arched my back offering him more. He was rough and I loved that too, his beard scratching me as he manhandled my sensitive breasts. He slid back down my body and attacked my pussy again, growling more loudly as he slid his tongue deep into my folds. That was it, I went over the edge, pulling him hard into me as I pushed my pulsating pussy into his face. As I was moaning and the waves were still firing through my body, he pulled me off the counter and pushed me to my knees in front of him.

He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down revealing a thick, throbbing dick. The head was purple, huge and looked ready to burst. He put his hand to back of my head and just stuffed his hard dick past my lips and into my mouth. This guy was definitely out of control; he pushed my robe off my shoulders and down off my arms leaving me naked except for my garter, stocking and shoes.

He put his hands behind my head and started pumping his dick into my mouth with abandon. He was stuffing that thing down my throat, literally fucking my face. I’m good at giving head, and love doing it, but he wasn’t giving me a chance to slow things down to show my talent. I wrapped my tongue around his shaft and sucked as much as I could, but he was just pumping away like a madman. I just kept rolling my tongue around his shaft and head as it slid back and forth while he fucked my mouth. I wish there were a more polite way to put it, but there just isn’t, it’s what was happening.

His breathing was rasping and he was moaning and pumping away like a machine until without warning, he blew his top deep down my throat. He held my head tight to him as he shot blast after blast of his load down my throat. I sucked and swallowed as fast as I could and he started pumping again not losing a bit of his iron. When he finally finished the last weak spurts of after spasms of his orgasm, he slid his still hard dick out of my mouth. I pulled him down to the floor until he was lying on his back on the dirty concrete floor. I pulled his pants all the way off and crawled up his body, positioning myself above his still twitching manhood. I guided his hard dick to my wet opening. Without any preamble and in one quick motion I sat back and took him all the way to the hilt, burying his dick deep into my quivering pussy.

He was thick and he stretched me open in the most delicious way, it felt great. With my hands on his chest I started to slowly ride him, loving the feel of it as he slid deep into me. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open. I ran my hands up his hairy chest. I just love hairy chests, I know that in this age a smooth boy is the way a lot of women like to go, but me… I liked the hair and he had it lots of it.

He was running his hands up my body roughly playing with my breasts as I moved on him. I was into it as much as he was. He pulled me down to him to suck my nipples. He rubbed his face all over my swollen breasts, squeezing and sucking on them. He took my hands and moved them to my breasts and then started to squeeze and tease them using my hands under his. He made me feed him my tits. I did and after a few moments he let my hands go and I put one hand behind his head as I fed first one breast then the other to his hot, hungry mouth. He was rough; he bit and sucked hard practically taking my whole breast into his mouth. I screamed in pain and pleasure as he mauled my super sensitive nipples. My nipples are really big and soft even when they are hard, my whole areola twists up into my nipple when I’m excited making them at least a 1/2 inch thick and even longer than that. Finally, he was getting too rough and I sat up pulling a nipple out of his mouth with a pop. I was still riding that fat dick and was having trouble keeping focused on what was happening to my body. The sensations were just too much, I always lose perspective during good sex.

“Play with your titties for me baby, show me how you like it; twist those big nipples of yours”. I sat up a little straighter and bringing my hands to my breasts and began to kneed them, squeezing and pulling on my nipples as he watched. He was moaning his pleasure. He had his hands on my hips and was meeting the movement of my hips with hard thrusts of his own. I looked down at him and his eyes were riveted on my breasts and what I was doing to them. I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye and without being obvious about it, saw that the tow truck driver and some other guy watching us through a window in the door between the shop and the office.

They were only a few feet away and the way we were positioned, the boss couldn’t see them, the top of his head was pointing toward the door and he was busy watching me. It really excited me to have these young guys watching me screw this older fat man. I don’t why it excited me so much to have them see me with this guy, but it did. I imagined that they had their own dicks out as they watched. I put my arms back behind me and leaned way back, I threw my head back and pushed my pussy on his dick. In this position, Leonard as well as his guys watching could see his big dick sliding in and out of my tightly stretched pussy.

“Why, Jimbo,” she came back. “I don’t know what to say. You really like my pussy?”

I had always known Cynth as a bit wild, and here she was naked on her bed. But hearing her actually speak the words, “My Pussy,” for some reason damn near sent me over the edge. I had never even heard a girl say that word before, much less smile at me as she did.

Cynth cleared her throat and scooted a bit. “I think you better get your shot while you can. You look like you’re going to pass out there, Jimbo.”

It took a few moments to get the camera positioned. I wanted to get it just right, with an angle off to the side and looking down. I took my time, I did. And it was almost with a sigh of regret that I snapped the shutter. The last picture was taken, the roll spent. Instantly, I flipped the rewind switch and turned the crank to roll up the film, wanting to make sure it would be safe. Then, with that important detail accomplished, I looked up to find that she was still positioned exactly as she was posed when I had snapped the picture.

“That was the last shot,” I said. “I got it.” I’ll get these over to the darkroom, and when my dad goes to lunch, I’ll develop the negatives.” I sensed something about her in the way she looked back at me. Don’t worry, Cynth, you’ll get the negatives.” I had to stand back and take her in. “God, you are beautiful.”

She sat up a bit, her chin almost on her chest. “I’m not worried about the negatives. I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. But I want you to come here.”

“What?” I said as a reflex, though I’d heard her all too well. I believe I remember touching my finger to my chest. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” she came back. “It’s your turn to do what I say. You take those shorts off. You’re not going to leave me like this. God, you’ve lit a fire in me, and you’re not going to get out of here until I’ve had my look, too.”

CHAPTER FOUR

I stepped up, still with the camera in one hand. She sat up and snatched my shorts and underwear down in one pull. I was so stiff; it just seemed to stand away. But I stood there, letting her look, once again feeling I was in some kind of hazy dream. And then I saw her raise her hand and felt her touch me.

“Get on the bed and kiss me,” she said. “I’ve done just what you wanted all afternoon, and now you’re going to do what I say.” She didn’t even wait for me to comply, but grabbed my hand and pulled me down.

I remember her pulling my shirt off, but I don’t remember taking off my shoes. I do remember being on top of her, naked, her skin wet with sweat against mine. I remember her lips, her breasts, those nipples, how I craved them and exactly how each one felt in my mouth. And those lips of hers, down low, I touched them. She let me slide my fingers in, all the while kissing me and stroking me. And I remember my excitement taking over, so quickly, and my coming, losing control, even as I was trying to enter her. But it didn’t seem to matter. Moments later, still panting and my face on fire, she kissed me and then held me to her. I was shaking, absolutely shaking, when Cynth moved and rolled me over, leaning over me on one elbow and looking down at me. That smile, she wasn’t the least bit upset, in fact she looked pleased even sweetly flattered.

“Slower,” she said. “Go slower, Jimbo. Let the excitement build.”

I’d just come a few moments ago. I’m sure it was still between her legs. I know I was wet, and yet, not really even softening; and here she was, so beautiful, that green fire in her eyes and telling me to, “Go slower.” Slower! As if such a thing was even possible? God, she was so beautiful. The telltale stirrings of another erection were already beginning to rise.

She kissed me, long and slow, her lips moving across mine to the point I couldn’t think of anything else. Then she leaned back and looked into my eyes. “Now you do the same for me. Kiss me. Kiss me like I just kissed you.”

The way she leaned over me, the stiff tips of her nipples were teasing me, grazing lightly across my chest whenever she moved. I flashed my eyes down. I just had to see, and in seeing her breasts, with those incredible, pink nipples tickling my skin, I felt the flush come over me as wildly as it had before.

She laughed, just a little softly disarming sound of amusement with my all to apparent pleasure. “I can see we’re going to have to take this in steps. Just lay back and do what I tell you.”

She moved her elbow out and lay down with her head in the crook of my arm, snuggling in until the full front of her body was pressed against me. I could feel her pussy on my hip, and yes, the wetness, my wetness was there.

“Now kiss me,” she said. “It’s your turn to do just as I say.”

I kissed her, just leaning my head forward until our lips touched. She wouldn’t let me press hard, somehow managing to help me control my passion through the subtleties of her touch. Little–by–little, we moved into a rhythm, the build up of it, the tension, the slow way she opened her lips and moved her tongue; she was inviting me and yet holding me at bay with the alluring promise of passion to come. Through her taste on my tongue, the smell of her breath, and the pounding pulse of the heat coursing through our young bodies, we kept ourselves pressed together, and I became as hard as I had ever known. Deep down every fiber of me was charged, stiff and standing erect. And she knew, that girl knew. Her eyes were closed, as were mine, and her hand came over to touch me, lightly, gently; but still I shivered with her initial contact with my erection as if a bolt had passed through my body.

“Good,” she whispered, momentarily drawing away her lips. “Be still. It’s my turn. Lay back. Let me touch you.”

She was so gentle, yet so insistent, just grazing and glancing along the tip of my swollen penis with the tips of her fingers, then brushing her way down and up again, moving along the sides and the curve of my arching shaft using her palm and even the softness of the back of her hand. All the while she kept me sane through the touch of our lips, knowing when and how to draw my consciousness back and forth between the touch of her fingers on my erection, and the play of her lips with mine. It was maddening, yet so absolutely fulfilling. Caught up in it, like a dream that just goes on and on, I brought my own hand over and cupped her left breast, tracing my thumb across her nipple, thrilled to find she was every bit as stiff as I.

Cynth pulled back from our kiss, letting her tongue linger for a moment, then opening her eyes. “That’s right, Jim,” she breathed. “Touch me. Touch me as I touch you.”

She pursed her fingers together, just tracing them ever so lightly around the very edge of my swollen crown. And I did the same, taking her nipple gently but firmly between the press of my fingertips and caressing it just around the edges at the tip. In response she arched her back, pushing her mound even more tightly against me, and at that letting slip with a soft, little moan. Driven by that sound, I was so completely focused on her, her body, the nipple in my fingers, the crush of her pussy so tight against my leg. It was the unconscious heat in that moan which caused an instinctual shift in the object of my desire. I wanted her, but mostly I wanted Cynth to enjoy me. And now I did kiss her. I kissed her exactly as she had kissed me, dragging my lips over hers, teasing her with my tongue and letting her taste my breath as she breathed me in.

Even today in my memory’s imagination I can see us, feel us, smell us. Every sense was so alive. We were on her bed, on Cynth’s bed, lying, pressed together, amid the folds and creases of those rumpled and sweat–soaked sheets. The ceiling fan overhead was circling lazily above, as at times, with us unaware, the curtain’s lacy edges fluttered with the breath of a breeze. Our sweat so sticky sweet, yet slick between the press of our bodies, the heat all around, pouring out with each gasp for breath and with each kiss renewed. I released the touch of her nipple and let my hand trace down, down along her stomach, down past her naval to where her skin shivered to my touch and where her softest curls were snuggled against my hip.

Cynth moved back, peeling herself away. She was wet, so wet, wet with so much more than sweat. A new aroma came into my awareness, the rich and salty musk of my come, which had stayed pressed between her legs all the while we fondled and kissed. Instinctually, following the heat, I let my fingers slide down and in between her legs.

This was all so different than any of the wild encounters I had previously known in the back seats of cars or in a borrowed bedroom during a party. The fumbling, the fright, it had been replaced with what she was teaching me about the appreciation of slow and careful attention to every detail. Cynth had opened her legs to me. How she had posed up on the dresser and shifted her hips towards me so I could see what she held between her legs had been a promise, and this was the essence of that promise fulfilled. Cynth was letting me touch her as I had never touched any girl before.

Taking my time, enjoying it, enjoying her enjoying me, I’d drew my fingers lightly around the edges to either side of her vagina, along where her opened lips grazed her thighs, sliding between the sweated creases where her curls touched her legs. Then slowly, haltingly, as much for my pleasure as hers, I’d run my fingertips, like the glance of a feather, up the very center where her folds were soaking wet. Up and then down, I, as much as she reveling in the shivers caused by so gently sliding just the very tips of my fingers over the stiffness below the silky hood enfolding her clitoris.

All the while she kept her own fingers to my erection, hypnotically stroking me, then momentarily gripping, and sometimes letting her hand fall completely down to cup and caress my balls. The passion, it became something which had grown between us, a physical expression of what Cynth had been thinking as she’d openly exposed her body to both me and my camera, and of how I had hungered to have her while feasting upon her body with my eyes.

I finally slipped my finger within her vagina and began to probe her as deeply as I could. Curling my finger up to rub and press against the most intimate recesses of her pubic bone seemed to drive her wild. I could feel Cynth’s pleasure of it with each new clench of her muscles and ensuing gush of wetness. She was so wet up inside, so hot, and tight, tight around my finger. Testing her, I began sliding in and out, stroking her back and forth, imagining it wasn’t my finger but my erection, the one she held in her hand. And I knew it when we’d both gone to far and again we were nearing a frenzy. We couldn’t seem to touch, to kiss, to probe, to squeeze, to stroke one another deeply enough.

Drenched in sweat, I remember being sodden from head to toe, and I do remember her taste, her smell. The aroma of Cynthia that afternoon will always be with me. It was passion and love, fire and water, caressing and groping for anything more; we just seemed to tumble and tumble until the covers were completely torn from the bed. Cynthia cried out, coming first, shaking and shivering with me following and losing my control, too. It was all so intense, just bursting out of me in deep, long and deliciously drenching gouts which shook me down to my very core.

Her face, I can see her clearly every time I wake from the memory, whether it’s day or night. Cynth’s eyes were wild, her cheeks and throat flushed a crimson red. With her free hand she held my finger within her, not daring to risk my letting her go. Her legs spread, insistently she clasped the flat of my hand, pressing it to her pussy, grinding her clitoris against my palm. And with her other hand she gripped me, cupping the head of my erection and gathering in every warm jet and pulse. Inside her I could feel her own innermost throbs, the muscles of Cynth’s vagina contracting and gripping with every pulse of her orgasm. And too, I know she could feel me, through every long, deep and delicious rise and fall. I know I fed off of her, coming and coming, caught up in an explosive chain reaction of release unlike anything I had ever known.

It took us both a while to even begin to get our breathing back. Remembering it, even now, always gives me a flush and causes an uncontrollable smile to edge my lips. Over the years, while riding in a plane, just daydreaming or feigning attention during some boring meeting, I wonder how many people have witnessed that glazed look in my eyes, that tracing of a grin, never having a clue as to what scene is actually playing in my mind? Again and again, until it’s become a cherished secret, I’ve fallen upon the memory of what we did with each other, touching each other as we did. And all the while the memory is made even that much more sweeter in knowing it was something we had caused within in each other, and that surely Cynthia has to remember it as vividly and as often as I.

Shaken, drenched, her bed in ruins, all we found was a brief respite. Such is youth. Even after an orgasm such as what we had just experienced, all I could find in my mind was the desire to be inside her. I’m sure she felt the same as I. No sooner had we begun to kiss, lightly at first, but with a quickly mounting passion, than we again found our hands upon each other’s body. It’s a dream, a haze of vignettes forming my complete recollection, but I had become hard again, not as quickly as before, but with a decidedly equal strength and vigor. I was on top of her. Cynth had opened her legs, drawing in her feet and raising up her knees in anticipation.

Before, after I had first come, she had told me to go slowly. But we were beyond any of that now. It was so natural, yet so wildly astounding to feel myself slide within. The knowledge of it, the awareness, the irrevocable change to my life in that one simple move was a moment of moments. I was over her, my back arched, my elbows locked. We both had our eyes wide open. Looking into to her I pressed myself down, not pumping wildly, but holding myself within. And she smiled. She smiled that Cynth smile, and reached her arms up around my shoulders, clasping her fingers behind my neck, and with her pussy she gave me the most delicious and wonderful squeeze.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, Jim.”

That was everything to me, that simple and beautiful expression of acquiescence, “Yes, Jim.” If I hadn’t loved her before I certainly did right then. There was Cynth, the girl next door; she was looking up at me, smiling, her eyes full of that fire. I could see her face, her throat, her body, her breasts, the nipples I had been fondling just moments ago. How a day like this could come about I would never know, but nothing would ever, ever be the same.

No more words were necessary. I let go with my elbows, settling down atop her, with Cynth kissing me even before I could kiss her. It must have been the spending of the previous passion, but I found the clarity to make love to her for what seemed the longest time. We stayed together, her thighs around my hips, her breasts against my chest, the both of us moving in concerted unison so that we could best experience the intimacy shared in every penetrating stroke of my erection. Finally though, I pressed in and held myself, just feeling her and knowing she too, was feeling me. I was so deep and she was so warm and wet. Then I withdrew, only to enjoy the sensation when I reentered her, and began boldly stroking, working up our passion until her legs and feet were stretched up and out.

She was there, her voice wild and frantic. “I’m coming. Jim!” Her body tensed, her fingers so tight against my shoulders.

Hearing my own name, her eyes, her body, I cascaded down into a fit of pleasure, which just flooded out of me and into her. I’m sure I cried out, too. It had to be. But everything after that was and will always remain a wildly dizzying haze. I’m sure if I had been older my heart would never have survived. I just came and came, shuddering in wave after wave. Then, little by little, I seemed to come out of it. I was lying atop her, and Cynth’s arms were still wrapped around my back. When I moved, she nuzzled her face into my neck obviously not wanting to let me go. Finally though, she released her hold on me and let me slide off to her side.

After that, as young and as impassioned as we were, we found a quiet time of soft and innocent sensuality as Cynthia lay naked in my arms, her body against mine, and her lips pressed against my neck.

It was she who heard the car door slam. I know it was her because she sat bolt upright. “Jimmy!” She stared right at me. “You’ve got to go!”

Like a fire drill I was up, not even sure when I had my shorts on if they were inside out. I gathered up my shirt and stuffed it in the camera bag. In a panic I heard her mom’s voice downstairs.

“Cynthia, I’m home, honey!”

Cynth was getting dressed, too, pulling on a dress she’d grabbed from a dresser drawer. “You can go out the window,” she said. “Take your camera bag. I’ll get the tripod to you tomorrow.”

I think I jumped over the bed, because with the thump of my feet, her mother’s voice called out: “Everything all right up there?”

“Yeah, Mom!” Cynthia called out. “I was just taking a nap. I dropped something. Be down in a sec!”

I stepped out onto the roof wearing only my pair of shorts, my shoes in one hand, my camera bag in the other.

“There’s a lattice work around the back,” she said pointing. “Just be careful going over and climb down.” She held a finger to her lips. “Don’t make too much noise.”

It struck me. I suddenly wondered how many times she had sent her boyfriend packing like this. But I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I made it, and two days later while my dad was out to lunch, I lived that thrill all over again as I saw those images appear in the darkroom tray, one by one. Hanging the prints up to dry, and walking along and reliving it all step by step had my heart to pounding almost as it had up in her room.

There she was in that yellow dress with the blue flowers up on her porch. I could look at each print in order and see the progression, which had led us up to her bed. She was laying near the flowerbed, smiling up at me, having unbuttoned that extra button, and the tops of her breasts were open to the camera’s view. And in her room, wearing that blue nightie, brushing her hair before the mirror. I was right, the photograph of Cynth framed in the window, the light had washed in behind her body exposing the tuft between her legs and causing her little nightie to all but disappear. But it was the one of Cynth naked and sitting on her dresser, which captivated me. I’d been so nervous at the time it had been impossible to truly appreciate the view. She was looking off, her hair on her shoulders and her arms behind her back. She had her knees held together, framing the pubic hair exposed between her legs, at the point where her thighs came together. And there was something so intrinsically feminine about Cynth’s breasts with those firm nipples, even if the image I was looking at was in black and white. Her left breast was seen from the front, and yet also, reflected back in the mirror. Again letting my eyes follow the plump curves along the base and side brought to mind the feel of her breast when we had been on her bed and I had, at last, I held her cupped in my hand.

The shot of Cynth on the bed, lying there naked was a key to releasing the memory of how we had made love. I could see so many images, which weren’t captured in the photograph, but were captured in my mind. How she had opened her legs so wide for me when I had asked her to, how she had pulled my shorts down and first touched me, how she had kissed me and how I had kissed her, and how it had felt to be buried so deeply inside her, all of these memories were there, but only for me to see.