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Camera Buff

By: cbsummers



Thanks for the comments! As a result I have edited this story better, and added a few more delicious details. Hopefully I caught all my spelling errors.

All characters in this story are over 18... but just barely.

High School was never this fun for me! I hope you enjoy!

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© 2010, C.B. Summers

"How 'bout this?" she asked as she coquettishly tilted her chin down, staring up at me with her oceanic eyes. My heart skipped a beat.

"P-perfect" I stuttered.

I looked at her for a few moments through the safety of the lens, soaking up the power of that gaze. Then I took the picture.

Normally, Rona Barrett wouldn't have talked to nerd like me. She hadn't made eye contact with me for as long as I could remember. Although we were both eighteen, she just seemed older than me somehow. But I guess that was because she was Rona Barrett, the most popular girl the senior class, Student Council President and lead soprano of the Glee Club. She was a radiant creature and boy did she know it. But here she was, sitting before me, looking at me like a lover... or at least looking into my lens like a lover. That's probably how she thought about it. But for me my camera lens might as well have been a third eye. It had opened the world to me in ways I had never thought possible.

Before I'd joined the camera club I'd been a nonentity at Malvado Playa High School, but now the popular crowd knew my name, for the simple reason that they liked to have their pictures taken, and I was pretty good at it. My dad had given me an awesome camera, much better than the ones they handed out to the other kids in the club, and it had opened doors, on occasion, to the world of the popular. And now it had granted me an intimate moment with the great one herself. Allowing me to gaze fixedly at her glorious smile and cascading auburn hair. Sigh. I was enjoying every minute of it.

Don't get me wrong. Rona wasn't one of those mean girls. But she was 'above it all' nonetheless. She'd been elected Student Council President on beauty alone and would probably end up being the Prom Queen in a few months time. She had some pretty mean friends, however, and the guys she hung out with were for the most part jocks and chisel chins. She didn't have a steady boyfriend so my nerdy friends and me assumed she was sleeping around with the popular guys. Any other girl and that rumor would have made her a slut, but everyone liked Rona too much to think of her that way. Instead we thought anyone lucky enough to be touched by Rona Barrett was blessed by the encounter.

Not that Rona was perfect. Her worst quality was vanity, although somehow she made that sin seem adorable. She loved herself with such abandon it was kind of cute. Well... to me anyway. My nerdy friends might mock her a bit, but I knew they secretly wished they were one of those good looking boys who were invited to weekend parties at her parent's lake house, about which rumors of wanton orgies abounded.

"Do I look okay?" she asked. "I want to look beautiful."

"How could you not? Of course you do. You look perfect," I replied.

"I dunno... I'm worried about this stupid stripy sweater. I only wore it because my mom gave it to me a few days ago. I forgot I was having this photo taken. It looks awful, doesn't it? Stripes make people look fat, don't they? Tell the truth."

"Well..."

In fact, I had no frame of reference to answer that question. What did I know about fashion? To me she would have looked beautiful in a potato sack. Actually, I liked the way the stripes accentuated the shape of her tits. But is that the kind of observation you can share with a girl? My pause only served to confirm her bad opinion of the sweater.

"Fuck!" she shouted. "I hate this stupid stripy thing! I don't want this to be the way people remember me for the rest of their lives whenever they look through their yearbooks!"

My heart sank. I thought she was going to cancel the photo shoot.

She huffed, "I want this to look good. The Student Council President shouldn't look like crap, y'know. Do you have any outfits or anything?"

"I don't know. Let's see." She followed me over to the photo studio closet. We looked through what was there, but it wasn't promising. It was mostly overcoats, band uniforms and letter jackets. But then she saw something.

"Yeah, this is it!" She pulled something fuzzy out of a cardboard box on the floor. It was a weirdly shaped wrap, made of feathery white fur. I remembered seeing it used in some of the older yearbooks. They used to put it on the girls for their senior photographs to give them an elegant look, as if they were all rising out of a white cloud, exposing their youthful shoulders and clavicles for the first time to the prying eyes of the boys, as a sign of impending adulthood (my interpretation anyway). But it hadn't been used for years. Rona clapped with glee and ran back out to the chair she'd been sitting in. "This is awesome!"

She put the wrap over her shoulders, but her striped sweater was still completely visible. I'm not sure how it was used in the past, but no other clothes are visible in the fur-wrap shots.

"You need to make the fur tight around your neck to cover the sweater," I said.

"But I want my shoulders to show." She pulled out the neck of the sweater trying to expose her shoulders, but it just didn't work. It wasn't nearly stretchy enough. She looked ridiculous. As soon as she had one shoulder uncovered, the sweater neck would pop back onto her shoulder. She kept doing it again and again, as if somehow repetition would alter the course of the future. I casually reached over to the camera and switched the dial from photography mode to movie mode, and pushed the record button. I thought it would be amusing to show the guys in the camera club what an adorable dope Rona Barrett could be.

To my surprise she said, "Oh, the hell with it. I'm going to take this stupid sweater off." She snapped her fingers at me and commanded, "Turn around!" I thought she was joking. She snapped her fingers again and I realized she meant it. In shock I turned away and all I could think was that if Mr. Hanners came in right now and saw her disrobing in the studio, he'd have a coronary. "Hold on," she said. After a while she said forcefully, "Don't turn around, or I'll kill you." Finally, after what seemed like far too long a time to take off a sweater, she said, "Okay, I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. Demille."

I turned and busied myself with the camera, too intimidated to look at her directly. I realized the camera was still in movie mode, so I switched it back to photo mode and looked at her through the lens. She was nervously clutching the center of the wrap to hold it closed, but loosely so her shoulders were exposed. I was dumbfounded by the beauty of her naked shoulders, which were only marred by subtle red marks in her perfect flesh. It took me a few moments to realize the marks were from the bra straps she'd slipped off her shoulders.

"How does it look?"

"Great", I replied. I didn't comment on the bra lines, because I figured I could easily Photoshop them out later.

She went into the same pose as before.

"Uh, I can see your hand," I said. She moved her hand down a little, but it was still in the frame. "I can still see it". I took a picture of her looking down in annoyance.

"This thing doesn't have a clasp."

"That's probably so it can fit anyone."

"Well, how the hell is it supposed to stay on? Damn it! Turn around again while I figure this out."

This time when I turned I kept my hand casually on the camera and took several surreptitious snapshots, hoping she wouldn't hear the faint snapping of the shutter. I listened to the sweet sounds of her rustling movements and grunts of frustration. I couldn't imagine what was taking so much time, but I figured there might be some funny photos in there somewhere. Maybe even a shot of her in her bra. That was an exciting thought! After a while, and over twenty secret shots later, she said sweetly, "Okay, I think I've figured it out. Take a look."

I turned and was just as dazzled as before, but it certainly looked better. Now she had her arms crossed under the fur, so she could neatly pull the tips of the wrap in front of her, forming an elegant line right along her collarbone. I could see her belly button under her crossed arms, which was pretty darned thrilling for a virgin like me. I made sure to take a few wide shots including her belly button before zooming in so the bottom of frame was all fur. She went through a variety of poses and facial expressions while I snapped away. She was clearly trying to look intelligent and wise beyond her years. "Do I look like a Student Council President?"

"I guess so." I replied, although, in fact I thought it was a pretty undignified pose. "Sure, why not?"

After a while it was pretty obvious we'd gone through every possible pose in this position. I was afraid she'd think I was prolonging this session unnecessarily just so I could stare into her beautiful eyes, so I said, "I guess we're about done".  

She smiled mischievously and said, "Hey, Louis, would you mind taking a few more... just for me?"

"Sure," I said nervously. Then she pulled the fur down a bit... then a bit more. Then a lot more, revealing a healthy, downright indecent, amount of cleavage. All the while I snapped pictures, my heart pounding in my chest and my eyes popping out of my head. Then she tightened her crossed arms, causing her large breasts to swell up deliciously. I gulped, trying to cover my shock and arousal. Just act professional, I told my self. I could see so much naked flesh that I figured her bra was probably only nanometers away from being exposed. I took several pictures while she threw her head about like a fashion model, trying to look like a sex goddess. Several of her expressions could only be described as orgasmic. She even licked her lips erotically with her tongue. I guess she'd seen some of the same nudie magazines as me. I was in heaven.

She suddenly started giggling, amused by her own naughtiness. I absolutely loved the way her breasts wiggled and jiggled as she giggled! When her fit of hilarity passed, she looked at the clock on the wall and said, "Whoops! Time's up!" She gave me a genuine smile, and said sweetly "Don't show anybody those pictures, okay? Those are just between you and me. Can I trust you Louis?"

"Of course," I replied cheerfully, thrilled at hearing her say my name.

"Can I get a sneak peek?" she asked.

I was terrified she'd discover the unauthorized shots I'd taken, so I looked at my watch and said, "I've got another class soon."

"Later, then?"

"Actually, its probably not safe to download them in the computer lab if you don't want anyone to see those last pictures. So I better do it at home after school. But I'll be happy to show them to you tomorrow if you like. You can pick the one you want us to use for the yearbook."

She smiled and nodded. I guess I'd said the right thing.

"That would be awesome. I can't wait to see them!"

Neither can I, I thought.

"Now, turn around again, and don't peek," she sing-songed sweetly.

I know I shouldn't have done it, but I switched the camera back to movie mode and started it recording before I turned to look away. I wanted to see her in nothing but a bra. I just had to. I was suddenly overcome with a powerful guilty feeling. I could hardly believe what I'd done. I knew it was immoral and unethical to take pictures and movies when she said not to look, but I'd never been in such a tempting situation before. I felt like a pervert. Then again, I was an eighteen-year-old virgin who'd never even been kissed... I pretty much always felt like a pervert! In spite of all this, I began to breathe harder in anticipation of what I might have captured with my camera.

She took a long time to get herself back in order. So long, in fact, I was about to ask her if everything was okay, when suddenly I felt the fur land on my head. "Catch you later, Louis," she said cavalierly as she walked past me and out into the hallway. I took the fur off my head, and watched her walk away, my eyes glued to her gorgeous ass. "Holy shit," I said under my breath. She looked awesome in jeans.

I was itching to see those movies! After all, when was I ever going to get the chance to see Rona Barrett in a bra? Just thinking about it gave me a hard on. But then the bell rang and I knew I'd have to wait until after school. I suffered through several long classes, barely able to think about anything but the flash card that was burning a hole in my shirt pocket.

Later in the day I ran into Jason, my buddy from the camera club. He said, with surprise, that Rona Barrett had talked to him. Just like me he'd always thought people like her were too lofty to speak to him. But she knew his name and even knew he was my friend. I guess she was paying closer attention than we'd thought. She'd asked him if he'd seen the photos I'd taken. He said no and she went away apparently happy with his answer. Jason begged me to see the pictures. His imagination was off the hook. I pretended not to know what Rona was worried about but I was pleased to know that she'd checked up on me and found me trustworthy. She could definitely trust me not to show any of these photos and movies to anyone. They were mine... all mine.

After what seemed like a small eternity I finally made it home, although I still had to wait a while for my parents to get ready to go to the movies. But finally they left and I ran to my room to download the files onto my computer. I decided to look at them in order. First there were the photos I took of Rona in the striped shirt. I immediately got a boner just looking at her eyes. I could zoom right in and see details I'd never noticed before. For instance, she had these beautiful golden flecks in her irises. I'd never been close enough to see them before. My god, but she was a beauty! I actually liked the sweater. The stripes added form and sensuous roundness to her breasts in a way that made me itchy with desire.

Then I started the first short movie that I took after we found the fur wrap. It showed her waiting for me to turn away. After that she took the wrap off and laid it over her knees. Then she crossed her arms in front of her chest, grabbed the bottom of the sweater, and peeled it upward and revealed, to my great delight, her beautiful bra. It was bright pink and silky. I pushed the pause button just so I could worship her beautiful breasts for a few minutes. I could just barely make out the little bumps of her nipples. Goddamn! It made my heart flutter!

I pushed play again and watched as she put the sweater on the floor next to her and flip the fur wrap back over her shoulders. It was obvious to her that the bra straps were much too visible, so she pulled them off her shoulders. I began to rub the erection in my pants while watching her pulling down those straps. I had never felt such unbridled lust. She adjusted the fur a bit, saying "Hold on." But the top of the bra was pretty high, too high for her liking I guess. Then she looked up and said, "Don't turn around, or I'll kill you." Then she took off the wrap again, and turned nervously sideways in the chair, to get her back as much toward me as possible, just in case I were to peek. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra in one deft movement.

"Holy shit!!!"

I nearly fell off my chair in surprise. The sight of her willowy fingers snapping the back strap free was utterly electrifying. Without conscious thought, I unzipped my fly and set my growing cock free.

She bent over and folded the bra up in her sweater on the floor, probably so I wouldn't know she'd taken it off. That gave me a delightful side-view of her left breast. I gazed in wonder at her beautiful nipple, mesmerized by the sight of her breast squishing against her knee. She sat up again and pulled the fur wrap around her shoulders, then turned back toward the camera again, trying in vain to figure out how to hold it right. It was not only the most erotic moment of my life, so far, but it was well beyond anything I had ever imagined I'd see. I could hardly believe it was actually happening. All I could think was, "Rona Barrett's boob! I just saw Rona Barrett's boob!"

In the video she continued fiddling with the fur wrap, giving me a few fleeting glimpses of her areolas, before she finally decided to clutch it in the center, and say, "Okay, I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. Demille." I immediately watched the whole video again, this time stroking my cock lovingly and moaning with aching lust for Rona Barrett's glorious body. I froze on the frame that showed her nipple in profile. Shit, it was unbefuckinglievable! It wasn't a very high-resolution movie, but it was good enough for me!

When it ended the second time I looked through the few photos I took when she couldn't figure out how to hold the wrap without getting her hands in the shot. Then I came across the photos I'd secretly snapped the second time she asked me to turn around. Although her naked breasts were visible in some of them, most of them were terribly blurry, because she was moving about trying to arrange the fur right. But finally I came across a perfect photo. In it she was holding the wrap completely open, her naked breasts gloriously exposed right at the camera. But most amazing of all was the look on her face. She was staring right into the camera, her lips open, eyes caught in a furtive moment, perhaps checking to make sure I wasn't looking. It was an unbelievably sharp photo. The primitive lighting job I'd done made her breasts look amazingly 3-d. I couldn't get over how frickin' great it was.

I sat there stroking my cock for several minutes just looking into her glittering eyes and open, glistening lips. It was like she was actually looking at me through time, aware of what I was doing and enjoying the secret connection between us. I felt an aching sadness in me as I jerked off. This amazing girl never would, never could be mine. But damn it, at least I had this photo! I'd seen my share of porn, but nothing as amazing as this one perfect image of the most beautiful girl in my world. I zoomed in looked at every part of her in close up. Her nose, her eyes, her belly button, her tits... I was electrified by every little detail on her gorgeous breasts. The little wrinkles her areolas... the delicate indentions in the center of her nipples... the beautiful fuzzy transition of color between her pale white breast and her ruddy pink areola... and that adorable black mole just under her left nipple. I wondered if I was the only guy in school who'd ever seen it. Probably not, but it was nice to be in that select fraternity.

The next few photos showed her bringing her hands across her chest to close the wrap. But I hardly noticed her breasts in these photos. My attention was riveted on her face. She was looking right at the camera and her expression changed slightly from picture to picture, showing the unmistakable signs of realization.

I sat back and my dick went limp.

She knew.

She knew that I'd been taking photos of her naked body without her permission. She knew I was a perv. In those pictures I could see her eyes discovering my finger as it pushed the shutter button again and again. The next few photos showed her sitting there quietly, as if she were thinking how to handle things. Many subtle expressions went through her eyes from shot to shot: anger, surprise and finally, flattery. But maybe I was misreading it. Or maybe she'd decided it didn't upset her enough to make a fuss. After all, during the shoot she hadn't given me any reason to think she was offended.

Then I looked through the 'official' picture session, and was pleased to see that they were very good pictures. Perfectly exposed, and sharp. Moreover, she looked great. At ease. Not upset or even remotely pissed off.


Camera Buff - Exposed Ch. 01



Notes

This story takes place in my fictitious town of Malvado Playa California. It's the next day after the events in Camera Buff. If you haven't already read my story Camera Buff, please read that first! You'll enjoy it!

All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen... but just barely!

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"No, really, Dude. What's the deal with Rona Barrett?"

Jason Indrani had been pestering me at every break since lunch. I was trying to open the combination on my locker, but he kept making me lose my rhythm.

"Stop bugging me... crap!" If I didn't hit the numbers on the spinning dial exactly right, it wouldn't work and I'd have to start over again. It was a temperamental tumbler.

He stared at me with an exasperated expression on his skinny, dark face. "Why the frig would Rona friggin' Barrett kiss you on the friggin' cheek?"

"I'm just helping her. She wants me to take pictures of her teddy bear collection. It's nothing. She's just buttering me up so I do it for free. Like I got nothing better to do."

"In that case, you shouldn't settle for a lousy kiss on the cheek. If it was me, my price would be one minute of free access... squeezing her luscious tats."

Oh, If Jason only knew. But there was no way on earth I was going to tell him that I'd not only squeezed Rona Barrett's luscious tats the previous night, I'd shot my cum all over them, at least twice, while I videotaped and photographed the whole thing. Man... it would blow his mind to see those photos. Heck, it blew my mind every time I thought about it. But he'd never see them. They weren't in my possession anyway. Rona had confiscated the flash cards when we were finished. I was hoping that tonight, when Rona and I got together, that I'd get a chance to see them. I didn't dare hope for more.

When I finally opened my locker, a bright pink slip of paper fell out and landed at my feet.

Jason snatched it up.

He looked at it and said, "Whoa!!" before handing it to me.

It read, "Bring your camera. Rona." I felt a flush of warm emotion surge through my heart.

But I had to hide my feelings from Jason. "What are you so excited about? She just wants me to bring my camera. I'm taking pictures of her stuffed animals, duh."

"Heh, heh. I'd love to take pictures of her 'stuffed animals' too! But seriously dude, are you blind? Look. She spelled the 'O' in 'Rona' with a heart! She's your friggin' girlfriend, Louis, and you don't even know it!"

Actually, that's what I wanted to believe, but when you're a nerd you learn to keep your expectations low. What did a heart shaped 'O' prove? For all I knew, that's just how she wrote her name.

"Take a cold shower, Jason. I'm late for class."

As I made my way to Trigonometry, I thought about the fact that Rona wanted me to bring my camera. I'd already planned to... hell, I never went anywhere without it... but the fact that Rona went out of her way to tell me to bring it made my dick stir. Maybe she wanted to pose for me again. I sure hoped so! In fact, if I had to choose between fucking her again, or taking some nude pictures, I woulda picked the pictures in a heartbeat.

I suffered through Trigonometry, barely able to concentrate, wondering what, if anything, Rona had in store for me. My mind was still racing with vivid images of our wonderful night together... my cock sliding between her lips... the feel of her silky soft pussy on my tongue... that little black mole on her left breast... the sight of my virgin cock slipping into her beautiful vagina... particularly the second time when I wasn't wearing the condom anymore... I could still feel my flesh buried deep inside Rona Barrett's body... fuck. Just thinking about her made my heart ache and my stomach turn.

Our night of crazy sex hadn't changed the basic fact that I was a nerd and she was Rona friggin' Barrett. I just knew that she wouldn't fuck me again, much less fall in love with me. She was way out of my league.

I'm just kidding myself thinking there's even a possibility. Maybe she was just manipulating me after all... hoping I'll do her homework... Damn... If so, she has me pegged. I'll do anything for her... anything... as long as there's even a remote possibility of seeing her naked again. She can dangle that promise in front of my nose for the rest of the year... I'll be her abject slave. Oh... Rona... Rona...Play with my heart, Rona... I'm yours... and maybe... maybe... just maybe... the little heart shaped 'O' means what Jason thinks it does!

When the bell rang I ran like hell to the photo studio to collect my camera bag from the lock-up. Mr. Hanners was there, and since I was his favorite student, he started chatting with me about upcoming assignments for the yearbook. After a while, I interrupted him, asking if I could borrow the portable flash kit. He said 'sure', so I fished the big bag out of the closet, as he started talking about arranging a photo session for the Colorguard. A few days ago I would have been salivating at the opportunity to photograph those sexy girls, Laurie Bonner in particular, but today I was breathless with impatience.

He was in mid-sentence when I just said, "Sorry, Mr. Hanners, gotta go!" I'd never ran out on him like that before, but I had a date with Rona Barrett, Student Council President, and sexiest girl at Malvado Playa High School!

I was out of breath by the time I reached the parking lot. Most the students had already taken off, and I was afraid she might have given up on me. I was relieved to see her leaning against the side of her car. She was glowing in the eternal California sunshine. But she wasn't alone. Wylan Jansen, who played all the romantic leads in the school musicals, was standing right in front of her, one hand casually gripping her roof, the other hooked in his belt buckle. He was leaning in awfully close... his chest almost touching her breasts. She had her hands behind her back and was looking up at him sweetly as she laughed at whatever crap he was yammering about.

Her body language made my heart sink. They were definitely flirting with each other. And why shouldn't they? They were perfect specimens of the human species. Naturally, they were drawn to each other. What chance did a scrawny creep like me have against the likes of Wylan Jansen?

It could only mean that I wasn't her boyfriend after all. I stopped in my tracks and watched them a while, certain that in a second or two she was going to kiss him, invite him into her car and drive off without me.

But then she saw me standing there. "Louis! There you are!"

She waved at me with a big smile on her face. She scrunched right out from under Wylan's arm and started walking toward me with a happy little bounce in her step. He looked pissed when he saw that she'd dumped him for me. I felt a surge of hope.

"I thought you forgot about our appointment."

"No. I just had to pick up my stuff."

I thought she was going to hug me, but instead she snatched the big flash kit from my shoulder. As I followed her to the car like an eager puppy, she opened the zipper and looked inside. "Wow, what's this stuff?"

"The portable flash kit. Just in case you want to... you know... pose for a few more pictures."

She grinned back at me, "You certainly are an optimistic little devil."

I blushed.

Wylan was still standing by her car, but she just brushed him aside, imitating the sound of a car alarm, "Step back from the car. Wooe eeee, wooo eeee, wooo eeee. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"

She tossed the flash kit in the trunk and pointed me to the passenger door, "Well, get in. We're burning daylight."

Wylan looked at us with confusion as we got in the front seat. She rolled down her window and waved him over. "Need a ride, Wylan?"

He had a tight expression on his face. "No thanks."

"Bye, then," she sing-songed. She looked at Wylan in the rearview as we drove away, chuckling. "Poor Wylan. His car wouldn't start, and he lives way over near the outlet stores. I'm pretty sure he wanted me to give him a ride home." She giggled, "But he's too proud to ride in the backseat."

"Behind the camera nerd."

She reached out and squeezed my thigh, "Behind my camera nerd."

A shot of erotic energy shot right out of her hand, through my thigh, straight into my cock. Fuck! She's really into me! It was so mind-blowing; I just couldn't get over it. I just sat there and stared at her beautiful face and body, as she squeezed my thigh playfully. The fact that I already knew what she looked like naked didn't in any way diminish the impact of her amazing figure. She was wearing a tight yellow T-shirt that made her breasts look devilishly perfect. Her curly auburn hair was sparkling in the sunlight, revealing deep red and orange accents. Her blue eyes scanned the road ahead of her. She was silent, but her hand was talking to me on my thigh.

She turned off Center Street and headed out along the causeway, toward Malvado Estates. She drove in silence for a while, her hand slowly moving up my thigh to my crotch. By the time she reached my cock, it had erected a tight tent out of my jeans. She kept her eye on the road, but grinned as she rubbed my erection with her palm. Oh fuck! We're gonna fuck again! Yeah!

I cleared my throat, trying to sound nonchalant. "How were the pictures?" My voice cracked a bit on the last word.

She grinned. "I haven't looked at them yet. I wanted to look at them with you. By the way, when do you have to go home?"

"Dang. I forgot to call my mom."

"Then you better do it, genius."

I took out my cell phone and dialed home. Just as the phone stared ringing, Rona unzipped my fly and let my raging cock free.

"Hello?" said my mom, right at the moment when Rona wrapped her hand around my naked shaft.

"Oh, uh... hi, Mom. I'm going over to a friend's house to study tonight. Is that okay?"

Rona started stroking my cock, sending a rush of endorphins to my brain. I'd been hoping we might hook up again... someday, but I never dreamed she'd just whip out my cock within minutes of being alone with her!

Mom was saying, "Honey, did you hear me?"

"What?"

"I said, which friend? Jason?"

"No. Just someone from the camera club. You don't know her."

"Her?"

Shit, I didn't mean to say I was going to a girl's house, but I could barely think with my cock in Rona's hand.

There was a happy tone in Mom's voice. "Louis, are you going out on a date?"

"Not exactly... uhhh," I moaned. Shit, Rona's hand felt good! She spit into her palm and started jerking me aggressively with her lubricated hand. I moaned again.

"Are you okay, Louis?"

"Fine, I just... have to... uh... I dropped something."

"Well, Louis, I hope she's a nice girl. Maybe you can invite her over for dinner sometime."

"I dunno... Mom... maybe...mmff!"

"Honestly, Louis. I don't know where you get your shyness. When I met your father, he was a real Casanova..."

Mom kept talking, but I totally zoned out because right at that moment Rona took my left hand and put it on the wheel and said, "You steer." Then she leaned over my lap and took my raging cock into her hot mouth. The car lurched forward, because her foot was pushing too hard on the accelerator.

My mind was exploding! I was trying to steer down a twisty road, as the car went faster and faster, while Rona sucked my cock with her amazingly perfect mouth. She was applying major slurping action, as she plunged her head up and down on my shaft. Meanwhile, my mother's voice was chattering away in my ear, oblivious to my gasps of pleasure.

"All you need is to show a little confidence. You're a very good-looking boy. If this isn't a date, you should definitely ask her out."

"Oh... kay... Mom... maybe... uh. Ohhh." I could feel my balls tightening, and a warm sensation spreading through my abdomen, as I began to feel the first warning surge of my impending orgasm.

"Promise me you'll ask her out."

"Oh.... Kay..."

I held my hand over my mouth as a jet of semen shot out of my cock into Rona's mouth. I jerked the wheel sharply and we swerved onto the shoulder, kicking up a cloud of dust and pebbles. I eased us back onto the road as Rona sucked and slurped and swallowed my cum, completely trusting me to keep us alive. We were now doing about 80 by this time, in a 45 zone. But the nearest car was still pretty far ahead of me, so I wasn't ready to panic just yet.

I heard Mother's voice as if it were coming out of a fog. "Louis? Louis? Do we have a bad connection?"

"Sorry," I said, breathing heavily, "I guess so. What did you say?"

"I said, what time will you be home?"

"Uh... by midnight, I guess... would that be okay?"

"Well... okay. Do you need me to pick you up?"

"I don't know... no... she'll drive me home I guess." Rona made a nodding motion on my cock.

"Okay, Louis. Have fun. Treat that girl right, and there's no telling what might happen."

I laughed, "Okay, Mom. Bye!" I flipped the phone closed, just as Rona finished slurping the last drop of cum out of my cock.

Rona sat up and took hold of the wheel and slowed us back down to the speed limit. She wiped the drool and cum out of the corners of her mouth with her delicate fingertips, just like a well-trained lady should. She turned to me and said, grinning, "Sorry, Louis. I couldn't resist. I've been wanting to suck your cock all day!" She laughed a happy little laugh.

That's the exact moment that I fell in love with Rona Barrett. I would follow her to the ends of the earth. I would throw myself in front of a bullet for her. I would be her abject slave for all eternity.

She turned into Malvado Estates, a neighborhood made up of beautiful multimillion-dollar beach houses. Wow, if she lived out here, I was going to be impressed. I guess I had always assumed, based on the stories I'd heard, that she was rich, but this was more than rich. It was movie-star rich. But she passed through the area and headed out along Shoreline Road, then turned into Playa Dunes Park where she pulled to a stop in the little parking lot.

She opened the door and said, "Bring the camera, Louis. Maybe that flash kit thing too."

I followed her down the twisty, sandy path for a minute, my camera bag and the flash kit slung over one shoulder. After a few steps she stopped and looked back at me and held out her hand. I walked up and took her hand in mine, my heart all-aglow. Now we were walking hand in hand down a beautiful path shaded by twisty, windswept eucalyptus trees. It wound through rolling sand dunes, which were beautifully overgrown with iceplants. I could smell the ocean. It was early October, but it was pretty warm for autumn. People in bathing suits passed us on the path.

Although I'd already had sex with Rona, I was surprised how intimate it was just holding her hand. I realized that I'd never actually held a girl's hand since I was a little kid. It felt awesome. We were taking our first romantic stroll together. I was glowing with happiness. She flashed a smile at me from time to time, so I hoped she felt the same.

I was also hoping she'd pull me to her and give me a kiss. Then it occurred to me, quite suddenly, that I didn't have to wait for her. I could do it myself. So, I stopped, pulled her to me and planted my lips on hers. She kissed me right back, as if she'd been waiting for me to make a move the whole time. It was a sweet, long kiss, with lots of tongue and heavy breathing. It made my whole body tingle. Several beachgoers had to dodge around us on the narrow path, probably thinking what a strange couple we made. Rona, as I've said before, is a stunning beauty. Me? Not so much. I was about the same height as her, but scrawny. My nose was a little too large, my ears stuck out a little too far, and my rough brown hair was a little too unruly. I was an obvious nerd. But Rona didn't seem to care. She held me tight, pressing her thigh against my growing erection and kissed me so sweetly, I dared to hope that she loved me as much as I loved her.

After a while she broke away from the kiss, saying, "I don't want to lose the light."

"Okay." Lose the light for what, I wondered?

She led me a little farther. Then she slowed down, looking around. "I think it was right around here somewhere... Hmmm... Oh, yeah, through here."

She led me off the main path, through a dense copse of low bushes that tugged at our clothes. We came into a pretty little horseshoe-shaped clearing. At the western end of the clearing there was a hump of sand, sitting in full sunlight. In the center was a beautiful, arching skeleton of an ancient sun-bleached tree, rising out of the sand on one side, and diving into it on the other. Beyond, was a perfect view of the beach below us. The bluffs of Playa Norte loomed in the distance, jutting out into the glittering, blue Pacific. Even though we were only a few feet off the main path, there was a quiet hush of seclusion.

Rona said, "I came across this place last summer. I gave a Rory Jones a blowjob right on that dead tree. How's my hair?"

Her hair was a mess, but hearing about her giving Rory a blowjob sort of made me pause for a second. Rory was the class clown, or at least he thought he was. In the locker room after gym class he was always bragging about girls wanting to suck his rather large cock, but we all thought he was making it up. Now I knew better. That kind of thing actually happened.

"Your hair's not too bad. Just needs a little fluffing." I stepped up and ran my fingers through Rona's auburn locks; working out the kinks and making it flow beautifully across her shoulders. When I was done, I boldly lowered my hands to her breasts.

"These need a little fluffing too." She smiled and let me feel her up. I couldn't believe how easy it was to just reach out and fondle her boobs. But why should it be surprising? I may have been a virgin yesterday morning, but I wasn't anymore. I was Rona Barrett's lover. I had a free pass to her breasts, and I was going to take advantage before she inevitably lost interest in me. I gave her another kiss and backed off. The light was too beautiful to waste. I quickly readied my camera, setting up one small flash, just to fill in a bit, since the sky beyond was pretty bright.

She posed all over and around the dead tree, removing articles of clothing one at a time. I didn't have to coax her into poses. She ran the whole show, coming up with different and interesting ways to luxuriate across the various silvery shapes of the tree. I went through hundreds of digital photos over the next half hour, but I had enough memory on my flash cards to take thousands of pictures, so I just snapped away like crazy.

But I was terrified the whole time. Anybody could have walked into the clearing at any time. We could hear beachgoers and surfers rustling through the bushes as they walked up and down the main path. But Rona didn't seem to care.

She was down to only her bra and panties, when I said, "Aren't you afraid someone will bust in on us?"

She giggled, "I guess so. But that's what's turning me on so much!"

She leaned on the stump and pulled her bright pink panties aside, showing me her dripping wet cunt. God, it was so beautiful. Last night I'd been sadly thinking I'd never see her auburn pubes again. I knelt down in the soft sand and took close-ups of her glorious pussy in the warm sunset. She opened the delicate pink lips with her fingers for me. The flash illuminated the inside of her pink tunnel in the most amazing way. My cock was throbbing in my pants, but I ignored it. The photos were much too beautiful for me to worry about fucking right now.

Then she stripped out of her panties, with her backside to me, as I captured the beautiful play of orange light across her shapely cheeks and back. She had a fine layer of peach fuzz on her skin that was normally invisible, but was sparkling in the light of magic-hour.




Camera Buff - Exposed Ch. 01



Lastly she stripped out of her bra, pulling it down to expose one breast at a time, before opening it up all the way. The lust I felt seeing her breasts again almost choked me. I had to step in close for just a moment to touch her breasts, almost as if to assure myself that they were really there, running my fingertips delicately across the adorable black mole just under her left areola. Her nipples tightened and grew at my touch.

"Hey," I said, "they look better a little harder."

"Suck them and they'll look even better."

She didn't have to ask twice. I bent over and suckled her nipples tenderly. I stepped back and now they were glistening hard with my saliva. I took several pictures as she climbed to the top of the dead tree. If anyone down at the beach had noticed the flashes of my camera, they'd have had a perfect view of her naked body right then.

When she got to the top of main arch of dead wood, she sat and stared at my camera with an expression so intense that I was afraid it might melt my lens.

She opened her legs and said, "I read somewhere that porn stars have 'fluffers'. Someone to suck their pussies to make them look their best."

"Oh, you need a little more fluffing, do you?" Her pussy was right at mouth level, so I stepped up wrapped my lips around hers and fluffed her good and proper. Holy shit, she tasted good. When I stepped back a minute later, her vagina was swollen and dripping wet. I took more photos of Rona's glory, as the setting sun filled the very air with magic. It was sinking below an amazing array of glowing clouds on the horizon, casting an orange halo around Rona's angelic body.

I took photos as she slipped a finger into her pussy and then sensuously licked the juice off of it. Right about then, I noticed a couple of surfer dudes way down on the beach pointing up at us. They started walking our way, but it was quite a distance, so we had time to take a few more pictures with the last bit of light rimming Rona's perfect body, before the sun finally was snuffed by the clouds.

Then I said, "We've been spotted. Let's bug out."

 Rona looked, seeing the surfers approaching, "We should stay and let them fuck me while you take pictures."

For a second, I thought she meant it. And weirdly... the idea excited me. But Rona was only joking. She pulled on her pants and yellow T-shirt and stuffed her underwear in her pockets. As we ran back up the path, giggling, her breasts were bouncing around like crazy in her shirt. I couldn't look away, so I tripped and tumbled into one of the dunes.

She pulled me to my feet and said, "Keep your eyes on the road, mister."

I gave her tit a squeeze and said, "You make it so hard."

"I bet I do," she said, squeezing my erection. We heard the surfer dudes coming up the path so we ran the rest of the way to the car. When we got there she told me to get ready for another picture. I didn't know what she had in mind, but I lifted my camera to my eye.

The surfer dudes walked out into the parking lot. The second they saw Rona standing by her car, illuminated by a bright halogen light, they stopped. Rona winked at me so I started taking pictures. Rona lifted up her yellow shirt and gave the surfer dudes a nice long look at her naked breasts. My heart was racing. I had Rona and the dudes framed up nicely in the shot. Their expressions were priceless, as was the side-view of her beautiful tits. She turned toward me to take a few more shots with them ogling her in the background. Then she turned her back to them, dropped her pants, and bent over to let them see her ass and pussy. I was snapping away like crazy. The dudes were smiling and blushing. But then they took a step toward us, and Rona said, "Time to go!" We jumped in the car and peeled out before the dudes had a chance to get much closer.

"That was fun!" she said, laughing, as she drove us back into town. She saw me looking through the pictures on the little display on the camera, and said, "Nope! Hand them over." I took out the flash card, and she also took the one I'd put in my pocket and put it in hers. Damn!

She took us to the drive thru at the Dairy Bell to get some burgers. I was about 51 percent certain that she was my girlfriend now, so I figured I ought to act like it and pay for the food. Luckily I had just enough money in my wallet. She knew the girl at the window, a girl with pink hair and dragon tattoos on her arms named Sally. She looked familiar to me, but I couldn't place her. Rona didn't introduce us, even though they were obviously friends. Maybe I wasn't really her boyfriend after all.

As we were waiting for our order to come up, Rona gave me back the flash card for a moment and flashed her tits at me. Man... I could never tire of taking photos of those amazing tits of hers.

We ate as she drove over to the north side. It had been relatively easy for me to grab her tits, but I found it difficult to work up the courage to ask her the question I'd been dying to know. Was she my girlfriend, or not? But I just couldn't bring myself to ask, afraid the answer would be 'no'.

"So, who was that girl at the drive-thru? She looks familiar."

"Sally Nazarian. You probably know her. She dropped out a few months ago, right after she turned eighteen. She used to have black hair. You know... always dressed super conservative?"  "Yeah! I remember Sally! Wow! And now she has tattoos on he arms! No wonder I didn't recognize her!"

"People have their public selves and their secret selves. Sally just decided one day to make her secret self her public self. Pretty brave, if you ask me."

We'd scarfed down our burgers as she drove to a big electronic store. I followed her inside, wondering if she intended to flash a few more people, but instead, we went to the computer area. She said, "My computer doesn't have enough memory for all those pictures. I need to get a hard drive or something."  "What kind of computer do you have?"

She told me. It was a third rate brand of P.C. Not knowing much I suggested a large external hard drive. She was disappointed by the prices, but she finally picked the one that had the most memory for the least money. She was nervous as she paid with her credit card. As we were leaving she said, "I was worried they'd reject the charge. I'm a bit behind on my payments."

I wouldn't have thought Rona was strapped for cash. That was a bit of a surprise.

"I work part time over at the outlet stores, but most of my salary goes into the care and feeding of my car."

As we were about to leave the store, Rona's eyes opened wide and she suddenly pulled me aside and behind a display. We hid there as Sandra McQueen came into the store followed by a large group of friends. Sandra and Rona had been rivals from elementary school all the way up until the moment Sandra graduated last year. Not that they fought or anything. In fact, I'd only ever seen them be nice to each other, as if they were great friends. I didn't have any idea what their relationship was, but I could see the bad blood all over Rona's face as she watched Sandra disappear into the crowded store.

When we got to the car, Rona said, "Sorry. I just didn't want to talk to 'the Queen' right now."

Rona brooded in silence as she drove us into Playa Norte, which was the rattiest neighborhood in town. I started to realize that Rona's whole image as a rich kid was nothing but smoke and mirrors. She came to a stop in front of the dilapidated, two-story disaster zone she called home. It was shocked. Rona was poor? Her car wasn't new, but I'd figured it was a hand-me-down from an older sibling or something. But it was actually better than the crappy Junkers that were parked in the weedy yard.

Her house was just horrible. It looked like it hadn't been painted since the seventies. And the inside was just as bad as the outside. It was crammed full of shabby furniture, and piles of worthless junk, and stacks of old newspapers lining the walls from floor to ceiling. There weren't even any curtains in the windows, just bed sheets, which had been stapled to the crumbing window frames. The place reeked of bug spray.

Two lazy looking, twenty-something girls were lounging on the cruddy looking couch staring dumbly at a flickering old television. They were obviously twins. They looked a little like Rona, but with smaller breasts, and their auburn hair was pulled up in ponytails. They were dressed in ripped-up Black Sabbath T-shirts and jeans shorts. They looked angry and depressed, but quite sexy, in a slacker sort of way. They didn't even look up at Rona or me, but just stared at the TV, holding hands. She whispered to me, "My older sisters Tab and Tam".

Rona's mother came out of the kitchen, and looked slightly annoyed to see me standing there.

"Mom, this is my friend Louis. He's helping me with my homework."

Looking at Rona's mom was like looking at her worst possible future. Mrs. Barrett had all of Rona's physical features, but with about fifty extra pounds added, and the gravity of defeat pulling down every inch of her frame. She smiled a dull, pleasant smile, but there wasn't even a hint of Rona's vibrant personality in her at all. Still, Mrs. Barrett had the remains of beauty about her. If she dressed a little nicer and took some self-esteem classes, she'd probably have been quite a BBW. As it was, however, her very presence sucked the life out of the room, what little of it was there. She didn't offer me anything to drink or eat, but just stared at me, a wan smile on her faded face.

 As we went upstairs Rona rolled her eyes, and muttered, "Sorry you had to meet the gorgon." She unlocked her bedroom door.

I was happy to see that Rona's room was an oasis of beauty in the flea-ridden house. It was colorfully decorated and filled with excitingly girlish stuff. I don't think I'd ever been in a girl's bedroom before, but this was exactly what I imagined they were like. It smelled of lotions and potions, which barely covered the faint odor of mildew.

The second we walked through the door she shut and locked it. We started kissing immediately. She pulled me down into the huge pile of stuffed animals that was covering her entire bed, causing them to cascade all around us. She stopped kissing me when she heard a thumping sound on the staircase, and sat up, holding her finger to her lips. The footsteps clumped by the door, continued down the hall until a door slammed shut.

"That was my father going to his 'office' to get plastered. He won't come out again tonight, so you don't have anything to be worried about."

"Worried about?"

"He likes to bully my boyfriends. Why do you think I don't have a regular boyfriend? He just chases them off."

"So..." I said, "Does that mean I should be afraid or shouldn't be afraid?"

Rona ignored my clumsy attempt to find out if I was her boyfriend or not. Instead, she excitedly opened up the hard drive box and started unwrapping the components. I helped hook it up to her ragged, out of date computer. Then she took out the flash cards and said, "Let's take a look at what we got!"

I helped her download the flashcards from the previous night and the ones from earlier in the day. She sat in my lap the whole time, her body vibrating with excitement. I'd taken a lot of pictures, so we passed the time making out. I ran my hand up her shirt as we kissed, to fondle her naked breast. Every time I touched her I was a little bit afraid she'd be offended, and every time I was thrilled to discover, once again, that I had a free pass to boob city. It was heaven!

When we had all the pictures copied, she said, "What about the video we took on your camcorder?"

I banged my forehead, "Dang! I forgot to bring the camera. We need to have that and a cable, to transfer it to the computer."

"That's okay. We'll look at those another day. I don't have any video editing software anyway."  I was actually a bit worried that her crappy old machine wouldn't even be able to view the pictures, but it worked okay if we didn't open too many at a time.

 Looking at those pictures with Rona was insanely exciting. My hard-on was pressed up into her ass the whole time. We were both pleased with how nicely my primitive lighting job turned out. Her body... heck, both our bodies looked amazing. I'd been worried all night long that most of the pictures would be blurry, but thanks to our patience and willingness to take things slowly, they were mostly sharp and focused. Rona was thrilled beyond belief.

The first set of shots were the ones she'd taken of me disrobing and then masturbating for the camera. I was thrilled with how turned on she was by the shots of me. I wasn't that happy with my nerdy face, or scrawny chest, but even I had to agree that my seven-inch cock looked amazing, particularly with her hands and lips wrapped around it.

After Rona joined the photo shoot, the photos got even better. She was stunning, erotic, sensual and sweetly innocent, all at the same time. An absolute, fucking wet dream. She made love to the camera with her eyes, even as I was making love to her body.

There were also several small movies that I made with the camera's movie mode. They were low res, but thrilling to watch. The first movie showed my fingers touching Rona's vagina. Rona was so turned on looking at this movie that she started rubbing her crotch. But a second into it, she stopped the movie and said, "Make a movie of us watching the movie."

I loved the way she thought! I hopped up and went to work. Then I realized I'd foolishly forgotten to bring a tripod. But there was a lighting stand in the flash kit that made a good substitution. Once I had the camera pointed at us, she sat in my lap and started rubbing her crotch again as I played the movie. I reached up to fondle her tit again, pushing her yellow shirt up, to expose her breast for the camera. She moaned as I pinched and played with her nipples. We did that for a while, watching the rest of the movie in which I went down on her for the first time, giving her a screaming orgasm.

"You tasted amazing, Rona."

After that we looked at the pictures and movies of her giving me my first blowjob.

"You tasted amazing too, Louis."

As we looked, she stood up and leaned forward on her computer table, presenting her ass to me. I stood up behind her and, looking over her shoulder at the monitor, began to grind my hard-on into her ass.

 Then, feeling bold, I reached around and unbuttoned her pants and lowered the waistband halfway down her thighs. She hadn't put her underwear on after the beach shoot, so moments later I was looking at her glistening slit. I did what comes natural in that kind of situation. I dropped my pants.

I took my throbbing cock in hand and placed the head right between her beautiful pussy lips. Then I said, "Shit. I forgot. I haven't had a chance to buy condoms yet."

"Don't worry about it. I'm on the pill."

"Really? You had me wear a condom last night."

"Yeah, I forgot to take my pill a few days ago. That fucks things up for a day or two, so I was just trying to be safe. Well? What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?" She giggled then groaned as I slid my cock into her pussy. I felt like the king of the world. I'd been worrying all day that she'd never want me to do this again, but here I was, fucking Rona Barrett again, and without a condom even. I looked over her shoulders at the movie she was watching. In it I was fucking her tits. I couldn't believe it. I was fucking her while watching myself fuck her. Does it get any better than this? I slammed into her faster and faster, matching my speed in the movie, watching her beautiful tits bounce and quiver around my cock, as I slid my cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Then, in the movie, I began to cum. Jets of semen shot out between her tits, splashing her face with white drops.

"Fuck, Louis. Look at that!"

Then she looked through the close-ups I'd taken of my cum on her tits and face, and it pushed me right over the edge. I grunted and started slamming my cock into her pussy with a vengeance.

"Oh you like that, do you? You like cumming on me?"

"Yeah..."

"In that case..."

Rona pulled off me and turned, kneeling and pulling her shirt up just as I started cumming. I jerked jets of white across her perfect tits, thrilled with the knowledge that the camera was taking a movie of the whole thing. I looked down in wonder as Rona laughed and giggled, and I shot one last blast, catching her right on the nipple.

She said, "Get the camera."

I got the camera, but I left it in movie mode and just got in closer to make a video of her sucking the cum off my softening cock. Then, looking up with innocent eyes at the camera, she spread my cum all over her tits. "I hear this is good for the skin." But after rubbing it in for a minute, it began to form into little globs. She giggled, and grabbed a towel to wipe the residue off.

When she was done, she said, "Thanks, sweetie. Now lets look at the rest of the pictures."

We pulled up our pants and she sat in my lap again. I was about as happy as I'd ever been in my life. We panted while looking through the rest of the previous day's shots. They were so fucking insanely hot that within minutes my cock was raging hard again. I stuck my hand down her pants and started rubbing her pussy. We did that through the final sex shots of the previous night, at the end of which I rubbed her pussy long enough to give her a vibrating orgasm in my lap. She covered her mouth to keep from being too loud, since her dad might not be asleep yet.

After that, we looked at the beach photos. They looked better than any of the previous pictures. Rona was stunned. "Holy, shit, Louis. I thought that would be a good location... but I really had no idea. These are... they're professional! I look fucking amazing! A fucking rock star! How did you get the balance on the flash so perfect?"

"Practice, I guess. Mr. Hanners is a good teacher"."

"Goddamn it, Louis... you're amazing. I'm so glad you're my guy."

I grinned. I'm her guy. Is that the same thing as being a boyfriend? Does that mean she loves me?

Rona hugged me again and said, "I need to get some sort of editing software. I want to edit that movie we made last night."

"Okay... but your computer can't possibly handle it. Mine can, though. We could do it over at my place tomorrow. You can bring your hard drive, and we can work on it together."

She smiled wickedly and said, "Nice try. I'm keeping these photos in my control. At least until I know for sure that I can trust you."

"You can trust me."

She smiled. "That's what my father told my mother before he ruined her life. And the thing is, he loves her like crazy. Love doesn't stop people from doing stupid things, or being assholes. No, these pictures are mine and that's that. I'm not letting them out of my control. I'll just have to figure out some way of making enough money to buy a new computer."

"Okay. Whatever you want Rona."

"What I want, Louis Blackburn, is to do another photo session tonight. Right here. And it will involve fucking. You okay with that?"

I gulped, filled with excitement, but a little dread. "Yeah... but... there are a lot of people in this house. That door of yours looks pretty thin."

"I know. It's weird... but I've had sex in here five or six times and nobody has said a thing. I don't think they care what I do. You should hear my sisters going at it sometimes. "

"They have boyfriends?"

"No, with each other."

I laughed. But Rona said, "No, seriously. They're lovers. Fucked up house I live in, huh? Anyway, don't worry, by now my dad's too drunk to hear us."

I had no idea if Rona was pulling my leg or not about her sisters being lovers. But if it was a lie, it was a pretty weird lie to tell.




Camera Buff - Exposed Ch. 01



"So... what do you want to do?"

She smiled wickedly, "What do you want to do?"

I was smiling now. "I want to fuck you in that big pile of teddy bears."

"Yeah!" she said. "That's perfect! What should I wear?"

"I don't know, what have you got? Something girlish, I guess."

We walked to her closet and dresser and we looked through her stuff. My heart was racing hard. It was exciting to look through her clothes, particularly her underwear drawer. I tried to act professional, but my hardening cock gave me away. Rona rubbed it playfully, "You like looking at my underwear, sweetie?"

"Who wouldn't?"

"Louis, I want you to dress me before you undress me. I'm in your hands."

I was like a kid in a candy store. I had no fashion sense, but it was easy to find silly, girlish stuff in Rona's wardrobe. I picked out a silly t-shirt with a big smiling bear on the front and pink sleeves that she probably hadn't worn since she was fifteen. I also found a sexy little pair of silky pink shorts with white stripes on the sides. I added to that a pair of long socks with pink and white horizontal bands. She had a lot of pink stuff, so I also picked out a pair of sparkly pink sneakers. For underwear, I went with the whole pink theme and picked out a matching pair of panties and bra, with a pattern of pink hearts on them.

She told me to step out of the room while she dressed, so that I would be surprised for the unveiling later. I didn't like going out into the dark, smelly hallway, but at least I heard the comforting sound of her father snoring in the room down the hall. That meant that he wouldn't bust in on us and throw me out the window. As I was waiting there, my cock throbbed in anticipation.

One of Rona's sisters, I'm not sure which, stepped out of the nearby bathroom. She was zipping up her cut-off shorts. Before I could cover my erection, she'd already seen it. She walked up to me with an impassive look in her face. She was a few inches taller than me. She walked right up and stood with her tits just an inch from my chest.

"You gonna fuck my little sister?" I didn't answer. I just looked at her face... it was freaky. She was a harsh, alternate-reality version of Rona. Sexy as hell, but very intimidating and somewhat scary. She had the same blue eyes with brown flecks that Rona had, and the same full lips and auburn hair. But she was a little skinnier and her face more angular, and her hair was a little shorter and scruffier.

I jumped as she started rubbing my erection with her hand. "You gonna fuck my little sister with this fat cock of yours?" I nodded, petrified that if I didn't answer she might do something even weirder.

She leaned in closer, pressing her firm breasts against my chest. She brought her mouth up to my ear and whispered, "Fuck her good and hard for me. And when you're done, our room is right over there. You can fuck me and Tam, if you have the balls." She left her hand on my erection and just breathed into my ear, as I inhaled in her cheap perfume. I totally wanted to fuck her, but at the same time, I was terrified by the very idea of it. I was completely certain she was just toying with me, like a cat plays with a mouse before eating it.

"I'm ready," said Rona.

Tab gave my cock as squeeze and said, "Well. Don't keep her waiting." I fumbled for the doorknob and spun into the room, shutting the door and locking it, as Rona had done earlier. Now I knew why she kept it locked.

Rona looked adorable in the little girl outfit. But before I could compliment her, she saw the look of dismay on my face.

"Did you run into someone out there?"

"Your sister. Tab, I think..."

"Did she tell you to come to her room later?"  I nodded.

"She means it too." Rona smiled, "But I wouldn't do it if I were you. Those girls are man-eaters. David Spruce went in there after he finished with me. His back was scarred up with scratches for weeks. Anyway, when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left for them." She giggled sweetly. I couldn't believe she'd just told me about having sex with David Spruce. That guy was one of the most handsome guys in school. And here she was fucking me too. Maybe I was better looking than I gave myself credit for.

Rona looked as cute as a bug. She'd put her hair up in two ponytails, with colorful pink scrunchies. And she'd put some blush on her cheeks and pale pink lip stick on to make herself look younger.

"So, why don't we try and do something more story-based this time?"  I smiled, my heart pounding in excitement, "Sure."  She waited for a few moments, and then said, "Well, you're the director, Louis."

I thought about it. "How about... uh... maybe..." I had an exciting, dirty thought, but I blushed and shook my head, "No, no... too weird."

"What? What were you thinking? I saw that wicked look in your eyes. What is it?"

"You're going to think I'm a creep."  "I already think you're a creep. That's what I like about you, sweetie."

That's the third time she's called me 'Sweetie'! I'm Rona Barrett's sweetie!

"Okay, well... uh, how about... you're a girl... a sweet innocent type girl and I'm... uh... your brother."

Rona grabbed my face and kissed me. "You are so fucking wicked! I love it!"

Now my mind was racing, "Okay... so, this will be photos only. We shouldn't waste time on that crappy little movie mode."

She nodded, "Next time we'll use your parent's camcorder."

I blushed. Fuck... there's gonna be a next time!

I gulped and continued, "Uh, you'll be... I don't know... what do little girls do?"

"Playing with my dolls, maybe?" She dragged a pink, toy mansion out of her closet and a bunch of fashion dolls. "I haven't played with these for years, but I used to pretend they were my real family. This one is me... this is my mommy... oh, this one's my brother. I don't have a brother, but I always wanted one."

I felt a little tug at my heart as she told me this. There was a deep well of sadness in Rona Barrett that nobody knew about. Nobody but me, that is.

I placed the flashes around the room. They would all flash at the same time, reacting to a signal from my camera. Meanwhile Rona set up the doll mansion and moved stuff out of the way that looked too old for the setup. When she was ready I took some sample pictures to make sure the flashes weren't too bright. I just wanted to make sure the exposures could be nice and fast, and that her eyes would light up nicely.

I was also thinking how wonderful it would be to not have to worry about holding still every few seconds, as we'd had to do the night before. That was no way to make love!

When she was ready I hand-held the camera as she played with her dolls, trying to make her face ooze with innocence. Man, she was good at that. Her eyes were so moist and her lips so rosy and cute... and her ponytails bopped about so damned playfully... I was already getting hard in anticipation of seeing this 'little girl' get naked for me. I'd already cum twice since she picked me up after school, so I wasn't sure I had the stuff in me to cum again, but that wouldn't stop me from fucking her long and hard!

Rona had an instinct for the dramatic. She had the brother doll drive up in his plastic car and come up the plastic elevator to his plastic sister's room. Then Rona started mashing their hard little faces together. Soon they started undressing each other, as Rona's made cute little kissy faces.

"Yeah. That's great, Rona!"

Her face was blushing with intense interest as the brother doll pulled down the sister doll's panties, and then Rona put his face up under her skirt, between her legs. Then she bashfully stripped the brother doll naked; wistfully touching the blank spot between his legs with the sister doll's hard little hands. Then Rona had him take off the rest of his sister's clothes and carry her to the little plastic bed, where Rona opened the sister doll's legs so the brother doll could 'fuck' her. Rona's face was amazing throughout. She was really turning herself on with this little game... and me too. As she played, she touched her breasts longingly and rubbed herself between the legs. Then she looked up in surprise.

I knew exactly what Rona had in mind.

I handed her the camera and went to the door. I unlocked it and opened it and pretended that, as the brother in this scenario of ours, I'd been standing in the doorway watching Rona play with her dollies long enough to see her doing dirty things with them.

"Oh, yeah, Louis," said Rona, "Your erection looks amazing. But make your face look more shocked... now interested... now walk in and close the door. That's it. Now walk toward me."

After she took those shots, she handed me the camera and I took pictures standing up, as if I were the brother looking down at my naughty little sister. I switched to a wide-angle lens so I could have my crotch in the foreground as she looked up at me with wonder and surprise. Then I unzipped my fly, taking several shots of the process, my bulging underwear emerging as Rona looked up at my boner in innocent amazement.

I dropped my pants, stripping to my underwear, but leaving my shirt on. I was happy I had decided to wear my best pair of undies today. I'd put them on in the morning when I was certain Rona was never going to talk to me again, but hoping against hope that I was wrong. Good instinct!

I talked to her, "Now, reach for your brother's cock. Slowly, tenderly... it's something you've always wanted to see..." She reached for me, her eyes wide with curiosity and touched my erection, wrapping her fingers around my girth through my bright blue underwear. Then slowly, Rona pulled the waistband down, revealing my huge cock to her wonder-filled eyes. She even looked a little scared.

"That's a good little girl," I said softly. I reached out and took one of her ponytails in my hand and drew her forward, slowly, as I snapped picture after picture, until my cock was right on her nose, making her cross-eyed in wonder. She reached up with her hands to touch my amazing man-meat. She had a way of really making me feel impressive. Damn... I'm doing a real, authentic porn-shoot, with the most beautiful girl I've ever known... and she's about to suck my cock! I feel like I just won the lottery.

Her mouth opened and my shaft slipped in to those moist, rosy lips of hers. It was an amazing thing to take pictures of. Just amazing. And it felt amazing too, the way she swirled the tongue around the head... but I had to keep a little detachment in order to frame the shots properly. I guided my cock in and out of her mouth with one hand tightly gripping her ponytail.

Then I put the camera on the improvised tripod and aimed it in our direction.

 She said, "Wait. That's not right. Here." She put a pile of books down for me to stand on. "You're my big brother, after all." Now my head was slightly out of the frame and she was looking up at me innocently from her knees. I set the camera to automatically take shots.

I had her suck me some more in this angle, and I even grabbed both her ponytails to make it look like I really had control of her. It was liberating not to have to hold the camera. Now I could concentrate on how fucking great it felt to have my cock in Rona Barrett's mouth. Oh shit... if I hadn't already cum twice already, I'd be cumming in her mouth by now!

Then I pulled her to her feet by her ponytails, making her laugh. We had to do it a second time so she wouldn't crack up. Then I pulled up her shirt to reveal her pink, heart-dotted bra as she looked at me in embarrassment. I fondled her tits and she rolled her eyes back in pleasure. Then I unhooked the center hook between her tits, so her breasts fell free. She covered them coquettishly in embarrassment, but I pushed her hands open and fondled those amazingly round and delectable boobs of hers. Fuck yeah. I loved that they were bigger than my hands. Then I pushed her down to suck my cock some more, while I leaned over to cup her tits, feeling their impressive heft.

I was having an amazing time. The previous night she'd been mostly in charge, but now I was! Rona Fucking Barrett was gleefully doing any filthy dirty thing I wanted her to. It was almost more than I could wrap my head around. I felt so powerful. This is what jocks must feel like all the time!

After more cock sucking, I repositioned the shot to have her standing by her bed, her shirt pushed up so her boobs were delightfully exposed. Then she took off her pink shorts and stripped down to her panties, as my hand pointed into the frame as if the brother were commanding her to strip. I had her leave on the pink panties, socks and sneakers for the rest of the shoot. Then she sat on the bed and leaned back into the pile of teddy bears, with her legs open. I moved the camera in closer and took shots of her panties up close, with the tantalizing shape of her pussy mound inside the soft heart-dotted fabric. A few stray pubic hairs were sticking out the side... I don't know why I found that so awesomely sexy, but I did.

Then I had the camera take more automatic shots of me licking her pussy through the fabric of her panties until they were good and wet. The scent of her pussy was driving me wild. I prolonged this longer than necessary, because I was just enjoying it so damned much. But eventually, I pulled the panties open to reveal her beautiful pussy, with the delicate lips and delightful fan of fluffy, auburn pubic hair. I leaned in close and tongued her clit lightly. She gave a gasp of pleasure. I started swirling my tongue around, playing with the hard little lump, making her moan and writhe about. She wasn't acting. She loved how my tongue felt on her silken pussy.

I started slowly licking up and down, feeling the subtle, wonderful shapes of her lips sliding across my taste buds. I wanted to memorize every detail of her amazing cunt, every little silky flap and fold of her. I sunk my tongue as deep into her well as I could, releasing a little flood of her delicious pussy juice onto the top of my tongue. She was so wet, it started dripping out of her, darkening her bedspread.

I'd been wanting to suck her pussy again since my brief taste of it on the beach. I think that was my favorite thing about sex with Rona, so I savored every moment of it, burying my nose in her fluffy pubes and inhaling her scent, as I lapped her again and again from bottom to top, making her gasp with each movement. I stuck my index finger inside her silky canal and began to masturbate her, trying to respond to her movements and sounds to let me know where to touch her and what rhythm to take. I worked her up to a loud, throaty orgasm. She was no longer trying to be quiet. I was surprised how loud she was being, knowing that her sisters and mother could probably hear. But I didn't shush her. It was her house. It was none of my business.

"Oh, god, Louis! You're so fucking good at that!" She was looking at me in amazement. I smiled, proud of my accomplishment. But really, I owed my skill to her communicative nature, not to any knowledge I possessed. I was making it all up as I went along, trying to learn how to play her like a musical instrument, and my lessons were coming along nicely.

My cock was throbbing with anticipation. I couldn't wait much longer. I moved the camera back a bit. Then I opened her stockinged legs, as she looked up at me with fearful anticipation in her eyes. I didn't take off my clothes. I placed the throbbing head of my cock right between her swollen pussy lips and worked it up and down the opening, spreading her juices all over, and making her jump each time I flicked it across her clit. Then I moved the camera closer and slid my cock all the way into her pussy, as she moaned happily, trying to pretend that she was virgin who'd just had her cherry popped.

Several teddy bears tumbled off the mountain onto her naked breasts as I started fucking her slowly and deeply. I didn't need to pause as much as the previous night because the flashes were giving me pretty fast shutter speeds. So I was able to screw her in a more natural way. All the while we were both intensely aware of the camera. Every few seconds the flashes would snap, and then they'd start whining as they powered up again. It was so fucking erotic!

The whole time we did this, we barely spoke. I didn't need to direct her. She just seemed to know what I was going to ask for as soon as I thought of it.

I was glad now that I'd cum twice already, because I wanted this to last a long time. In the back of my mind I still feared that this would be my last encounter with Rona Barrett, so I wanted to enjoy every instant and draw it out as long as possible. But I needed other angles so I flipped her over sideways and fucked her that way for a while, as I kissed her and fondled her insanely perfect tits. She looked up at me with an excitingly innocent expression. Even though she was going through another orgasm, she never stopped acting the character.

One thing that really turned me on was the fact that she still had those adorable pink sneakers on. There was something about fucking a mostly clothed girl that was almost more erotic than when we'd fucked totally naked. It really felt like she was the virgin this time around.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Louis. Oh god, your cock is so hard! Shit!"

I flipped her onto her belly and made her crawl up onto her knees so her chest was buried in bears. She looked back at me as I fucked her doggy style, pushing her down into the pile of plush. I grabbed the camera to get some close-ups of my cock sliding in and out of her tight, velvety pussy. I loved the way the fine fold of flesh between her pussy and asshole moved and stretched as I slid in and out of her warm embrace. She was so wet that my cock was glistening beautifully with her juices. She moaned with each long, slow thrust, as I pressed myself as far into her as I possibly could, slowly building the pace up the way I was learning she liked it best.

I aimed the camera at her face and fucked her hard. I wanted pictures of her having an orgasm, and I got them. Her mouth opened in a wordless O, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as I pounded her as hard as I possibly could. She was slowly sinking down into the pile of bears.

I flipped her on her back again. Now she was completely buried in bears, with only her lower half sticking out. I took some great shots of her wide open legs, then I climbed up on the bed and I fucked her some more, getting shots of her face down there in the bears looking up at me in amazement.

"How the fuck are you lasting so long? I've never had a guy last this long before Louis! You're a fucking beast!"

Almost as if on cue, I felt my balls constricting, "Funny you should say that... I think I'm going to cum soon."

She grinned up at me, "How do you want to do this, Mr. Director? In my pussy, or on my face?" She giggled.

"Well... let's go for the money shot. On your knees, if you don't mind."  "My, aren't we being professional?" She giggled as I pulled out of her. She immediately got on her knees. I hand-held the camera, aiming it down at her obscenely cute, little girl face.

"Now, make me cum Rona."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Director, sir," she said playfully. Then she started sucking my cock again, this time much harder and deeper than before. She even tried swallowing me in the back of her throat. It made her gag a little, but it made the head of my cock swell and throb delightfully.

"I don't know what you're doing Rona, but it feels fucking awesome... Oh shit..." I grunted, "Here it comes..." She pulled out and looked up at me, stroking my cock with her left hand, her eyes wide open as if 'little sister' had no idea what to expect. Then I pushed the shutter at the exact moment the first jet of cum shot out onto her face. It got her right in the eye. She cracked up, squeezing her eyes tightly shut, but I kept taking pictures. It was so fucking real. I felt like a porn star. I just blasted my cum into Rona Barrett's eye!!




Camera Buff - Exposed Ch. 01



Then I took pictures of her licking my cock clean. Afterwards, I took more shots of her innocent, cum covered face. She had one eye closed. It was so raunchy and so wrong. I had her take my picture as the 'brother' left the room, pulling his pants back up. Then I took pictures of her sitting by her doll mansion, looking at her dolls, her face still dripping with cum, with a dreamy expression on her lovely, innocent face.

"Okay," I said, "That's a wrap!"

She clapped her hands excitedly and said, "Download them! Let's look! We need to see if we missed anything or need any retakes."

"Good idea." While I downloaded the pictures, she left the room to go clean the cum off her face. I couldn't believe she went out into the house looking like that. This was one weird family.

She came back, glowing and fresh faced, although the eye I'd cum in was a little bloodshot. After locking the door she sat on my lap and we made out. It was amazing. Every time we kissed, we were getting better and better at it. It was every bit as sexy as full on intercourse.

Then we looked through the pictures I'd just taken, and we were both impressed with our work. Some of the shots would have to be trimmed or cropped, but really, nobody was ever going to see them, so I doubted we'd ever bother doing that pointless work. We were particularly thrilled with the cumshot. In the shot, a looping tendril of cum is frozen in space, jetting out of my cock, hovering just millimeters away from her open eyeball. If it hadn't been porn, it would have been an amazingly artistic shot.

She kissed me again, "Louis. You are my god."

All I could think was, who is this girl? What does she see in a dork like me?

"I love you, Rona."

Gulp. I just blurted it out, I don't know why. She tensed up and I instantly realized it was a bad move. But then... I saw something in Rona's eyes. A little flash of happiness that gave me enough hope to ask the question that I really wanted answered. "Do you love me too?"

"Louis... shit. We're just getting to know each other. Do we need to start with the labels?"

I hugged her. "Be honest Rona, please. I don't care what you tell me. Just tell me the truth. I can't stand not knowing how you feel about me."

She pulled back from me a bit, and the light-hearted expression left her face. "Shit, Louis... I didn't want to get into this tonight. I wanted to think about it some more... I stayed up all night last night thinking... thinking... thinking... I was confused by my feelings. I thought maybe I'd wake up and I'd feel differently... but I didn't. I felt... I feel just the same as I did last night."

"How?"

She took a deep breath, "I feel... like I can trust you. I can't tell you how many boys have asked to take pictures of me. You know, nude pictures, or pictures of me sucking their dicks. They're all alike. I'm not shy... hell I love cameras, but I've always said 'no'. If there's anything my parents taught me is that you can't trust anybody. Sooner or later any nude picture of me will end up on the Internet. That's a fact. Just ask my mom. If you should ever want to see her raggedy, worn-out pussy I'll send you the URL. She trusted dad, but he trusted the buddies he sent them to. Now anybody can see them for free on a dozen different sites. They'll never go away."

"That's messed up," I said. But perversely, I was very interested in seeing Mrs. Barrett's pussy photos, though I would hardly tell Rona that.

"Anyway, I never thought I'd trust anyone to take nude pictures of me... until yesterday. I always thought that if I ever caught a guy trying to sneak a nude photo of me I'd kill him... but then yesterday... I saw you sneaking pictures of me with my tits totally hanging out... and damn... I felt a rush you wouldn't believe. Like nothing I've ever felt before. I didn't stop you... I didn't smash your face in. I just... let you take them. I thought you were cute, I guess. I always have, really."

I was amazed. Rona Barrett thought I was cute? That's news to me!

"I didn't think you were hot or sexy or anything. Just cute. Still, it was enough for me to let you continue taking my picture. Then as we progressed, and you took the fur wrap pictures... it was like you were making love to me with your camera."

"I was. I'm glad you noticed."

A wide beautiful grin broke on her face, "By the end of that bit, my panties were dripping wet, and I thought you were more than cute. I thought you were a fucking hottie, and I wanted to show you everything. So when your back was turned, I did just that. It was scary... trusting you like that. Between the photo session and the time I showed up at your house you could have done anything with them. You could have sent them to all your friends or posted them on the Internet... you could have totally fucked me over."

"I'd never do that. But you didn't really trust me enough to keep them without blackmailing me," I said, smiling

She had a very thoughtful expression. "You know what? That blackmail thing was the best idea I think I've ever had in my life. Not only did I get to have the greatest night of sex in my life... but I finally found someone I can truly trust... because he has to trust me too. I don't think you realize how important that is to me. You're the only person I've ever known that I can really trust."

"You can. Forever."

She kissed me again, deeper and longer. But I could sense she wasn't done talking yet. "When I went over to your house that night I was intending to confiscate the flash cards and delete the originals off your computer... but, damn it, Louis, those were amazing photos! I mean... I always thought I was pretty, but I got turned on just looking at myself. It would be a shame to delete them. And... I suddenly wanted you to keep them. I wanted to know you were looking at them and jerking off when I wasn't around... did you jerk off to them this morning?"

I nodded. She grinned and kissed me deeply.

"Yeah, I thought so, sweetie. Anyway, I came up with the blackmail thing just so I had some way to trust you with them. All I intended was to take some nude shots of you, but sweetie, the second you took off your shirt, I knew I wasn't going to stop there. I knew I was going to fuck you in front of your camera. But even then, I had no idea how utterly awesome it was going to be. Usually guys just fuck me until they cum, but you took your time, making sure every moment, every detail was properly photographed. It was insanely sexy! Even when I was sucking your virgin cock you had the presence of mind to make sure the shot was in focus and properly framed. Do you know how crazy hot that is to me? Fuck!"

She slipped me some deep tongue this time, before talking again.

"And we were like a team, you know? Working together... right on the same page the whole time. I've never been fucked like you fucked me last night. Actually... I don't even think we fucked at all. We made love. Now that I think about it... that was the first time I ever did that. "

"So," I said, hugging her tight, "you were a virgin too, in a manner of speaking."

She put her hand on my cheek and her eyes misted over. "Goddamn it, Louis. I've never felt this way about anybody before. And I've fucked a bunch of guys... thirteen, not including you, and I've given blowjobs to seven others. But it was never like that... neh-ver. Holy shit! It was like the skies parted and the finger of God came down and pointed at you and a big booming voice said, 'he's the one. That nerdy guy right there! The one with the camera and the beautiful cock! He's going to change your life!'"

She paused. Her expression was intense. Her eyes roamed all over my face, looking at every detail of me, as tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks.

"I love you, Louis," she said, her voice cracking with emotion.  I knew it! I almost jumped out of my skin from the happiness. I gave her a huge kiss.

Then she pushed me away gently, saying "But..."

I was crestfallen. "But. There's always a 'but'."

"No, honey, it's not that bad. Hear me out."

"Okay."

"Look, Louis... I know I look all happy and shit at school, but really... I hate my life. Or at least, I hate what my life is inevitably going to become if I don't escape this shit-hole. I've always had a dream of going to Julliard... you know, the performing arts school."

"Oh, man, that's perfect, Rona! You're a great singer!"

"Yeah, but... I'm a terrible student. My grades are almost straight C's. Mr. Brickley tells me there's really no way for me to go to Julliard unless I pay my own way. It costs something like fifty thousand dollars a year! I mean... it's totally impossible. Look at my family! They don't have two pennies to rub together."

"Wow. I always heard your parents had a lake house."

"Yeah, I've heard that rumor too. The lake house we have orgies at, right? Sorry to disappoint you. I've never had a lake house... or an orgy, for that matter. I'm poor, Louis. I'm poor."

"Sorry, Rona... gosh..."

"And tonight, when I saw Sandra McQueen... well.. I felt this incredible chill run through me. It was like I was looking at my own future. She used to have hundreds of friends and was always talking about her amazing future. But now she's only got a handful of friends, and she's stuck at the shitty local college, and she hasn't figured out that her life has already peaked. It's never going to be as good again as when she was eighteen. I am not going to let the same thing happen to me." Rona suddenly started sobbing with emotion," The only fucking college I can afford to go to is the same fucking college Sandra McQueen goes to. And their music program is total crap."

I hugged her and she sobbed into my shoulder. "Rona... I don't know what to say. I wish I could help you somehow."

She sniffed and a hopeful, desperate look came over her face. "Louis. Maybe you can help me."

"How?"

She stared at me the longest time, her eyes glistening with tears. Then she said, "Louis, I've been having crazy thoughts all day... particularly when we were at the beach earlier... and all night actually... I can't help but think... well..."

"What?"

She held my hands tight and stared at me with amazing intensity, "I can't believe I'm going to tell you this... Oh, shit. No. It's too crazy. You'll think I'm a lunatic."  "You can tell me anything, Rona. I won't judge you. What can I do?"

"Louis... I want you to make me a porn star."

Silence filled the room. I was looking into her eyes as she said it. And you know what? It made perfect sense to me.

I smiled. "That would be awesome, Rona. I'm gonna make you a fuckin' porn star."  Tears fell out of her eyes, and she smiled like a crazy woman, "You mean it? You don't think it's a creepy idea?"

"Rona, you're so beautiful that if you decide to go into porn, you'll be a millionaire by the time you're twenty. Then you can go to any school you like."

 She hugged me so tight, it felt like my bones were going to snap. I said, "But... why the change of heart? I thought you didn't want your pictures on the Internet."

"That's not me. That's my mom. Knowing those pictures are out there has made her a recluse. She can't stand the thought that everyone she meets might know what her snatch looks like. It ruined her life. But me... I don't give a shit who sees my snatch. I actually kind of get off on the idea of people wanting to see it. But I need to control it. I need to own the website and decide what goes up and what doesn't."

I nodded. "Sure... that's smart. But you know... everybody... all your friends... all your teachers... they could all see you naked... having sex even, if that's the kind of porn you wan to do."

She grinned. I saw a twinkle in her eyes. "Yeah? People think I'm such a goody-goody... so sweet and pure and virginal... everybody except the guys I fooled around with, and some of them have this idea that I'm some kind of saint or something. I'd love to see the look on everyone's faces when they realize I'm not who they think I am."

"Okay," I said, "In that case, let's show them!"

She kissed me desperately, with overflowing emotion and love. I was amazed by the feel of her tears rolling down onto my cheeks and mixing with my own. It was the craziest thing. Rona Barrett, Student Council President, wanted to be a porn star.

But, after all, what's so crazy about that? Every porn star started out as just another pretty girl. They all went to high school, and everybody thought they were sexy and beautiful, but at some point they all chose to take that path less traveled by, often at the age of eighteen. And now Rona had chosen it. She had good reasons and the right disposition, so why not?

And, hey, I loved porn. And I loved photography. So why not be a pornographer? I hadn't actually decided exactly what to do for a living. Heck, I'll make an awesome pornographer!

She grabbed my shoulders tight, "Now what?"

I looked at my watch. "Now... I guess you better drive me home. It's almost midnight."

She nodded. "I guess it's too late for you to fuck my sisters. They'll be so disappointed." She giggled. I still had no idea if she was joking or not. What a weird, wonderful girl!

She helped me pack up my camera stuff, making sure to delete the files off the flash cards before handing them back to me. I held the cards and thought... there are ways to recover deleted images from these things.

 But I felt it would be a betrayal not to tell her. "Rona. You know, deleted images can be recovered from flash cards. Let me show you how to reformat them so they can't be recovered."

She looked at me with an amazed expression. "You know what, Louis? I take back everything I said earlier. I fucking trust you. Here." She started to disconnect the hard drive to hand it to me.

I said, "No, no. You keep it. I don't need naked pictures of you. I have you." She hugged me tight, "Here, let me put encryption on that for you. That way your weird sisters can't access any of the photos."

She was more amazed than ever, "I didn't even think of that. You're right. They probably would try to look. Man... its great having a nerd watching out for me."

I downloaded an encryption program from the internet and set her up. When I was done, she kissed me softly and said, "I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too, Rona."

Weird. I'd only really known her for two days, but we loved each other as if we'd been dating for weeks. I guess that's how love is sometimes.

As she was driving me home we tried to figure out the basic plan for our porn venture. Neither of us knew really where to begin. But I had an idea. "You know what? My friend Jason knows all about this stuff."

"Jason Indrani? The Indian kid?"

"Yeah. He's a computer genius, and he claims to be some kind of expert on the porn business. He's always talking about how he could make a million dollars selling Internet porn if he only had a bunch of 'bitches' willing to drop their drawers for him."

"Colorful language."

"Oh, he's a good guy. A little nervous, and weird... and crude... but I've known him all my life. I really don't know enough about computers or websites to even know where to begin. I think we need someone like Jason to help us."

"Yeah? I don't know..." She looked very doubtful.

"Yeah, Jason's a mega-dork... a total spaz, but hey, he's my best bud. If we hope to earn a dime on this thing, we're going to need partners we can trust."

"Well... if you can come up with a way to convince me he's the man for the job..."

"I will."

As we were driving into my neighborhood, Rona saw a little park with a swing set brightly illuminated under a sodium lamp. I'd spent half my childhood in that park. It was only three blocks from my house.

She stopped the car and got out. "Bring the camera. Leave the flash stuff."

I obeyed, following her into the park nervously wondering what she was up to now. She looked around. It was right around midnight. Some nearby house lights were on, but the cold streets were dark and empty.

She smiled wickedly, "One thing's for sure, if we're going to be pornographers, we need to take a shit load of shots. So lets do one more setup before I take you home." She started taking off her clothes. "These will be nude art shots. Do you think there's enough light?"

"Wow. Well, it's pretty bright right here on the swings, but people walk their dogs all over this neighborhood. Somebody will see us..."

"Not if we do this fast." She stripped totally naked in record time and sat in the swing, her glorious body gleaming in the cold night. She shivered, but didn't complain as I moved around snapping shots. She opened her legs to show her pretty pussy and fingered herself, pretending to have an orgasm. She mimicked it pretty good, but I'd seen her have real orgasms. Still, there was something stark and amazing about the shots I took of her on that vividly illuminated swing-set. I totally got a boner at the sight of her. The expression on her face in these shots was utterly different from the 'little girl' shots. Now she looked older, more... artistic, I guess. More like a real, professional model. Her face shone with intelligence and beauty.

After posing in the swings in every way she could imagine, she ran over to another pool of light, which was shining down on a rocket ship slide. We went around to the far side and she laid down with her back on the cold metal slide. Her body was now shivering so much that her tits were quivering. Right about then, a police car slowly cruised by on the street we'd parked on. Luckily she was hidden from their view now. Wow... if they'd come by just a minute earlier they would definitely seen her naked on the swings! Would they have arrested us? We need to be more careful!

I took several pictures as she posed all over the slide. She was shivering like crazy, but she put up with the cold like a pro. Rona kneeled on the slide and looked over her shoulder and said in her shivery voice, "F-f-fuck me, L-Louis."

"I thought this was supposed to be art shots," I snickered.

"Fuck art. I want your c-c-cock in my p-pussy."

Never one to complain, I dropped my pants, and whipped out my trusty cock, and stuck it right into her, marveling at how cold her pussy lips felt. She moaned, and a puff of steam came out of her mouth. It was really starting to get frosty.

I felt her whole body shivering around my cock. "You must be freezing, Rona!"

"F-f-f-fuck m-m-me, f-f-fuckwad!"

So I pulled out and put my camera on a nearby rocking horse, aimed it at us and set it to take pictures every second. Then I fucked her hard and slow, so the photos wouldn't be too blurry. I was standing with my legs straddling the bottom of the slide. It gave me an amazing angle into her, and since she was kneeling with her hands gripping the edges of the slide, I had easy access to her tits. I pinched her nipples and ran my finger around that delicious mole on her areola that so fascinated me. She grunted and moaned as I slid my pole in and out of her freezing cold pussy lips. But she was hot as fire inside. I realized that I could fuck Rona Barrett every day of my life, all day long, and I'd never get bored of her. My hands groped the freezing cold flesh of her ass. The sodium lamp above so brightly illuminated Rona that her beautifully round bottom was leaving an afterimage on my eyes.

She turned over onto her back and I straddled the slide higher, holding her ass up so I could fuck her good and deep. The slide was nicely shaped for fucking, although it was cold and making her shiver more crazily than ever. But she didn't complain. God, her tits looked amazing bouncing up and down under me. I leaned forward and suckled her freezing nipples.




Camera Buff - Exposed Ch. 01



"Oh, shit, your mouth is so warm... ah... oh shit... you're making me cum again, Louis!"

I started really pounding her then, to intensify her orgasm. She riveted her eyes on mine as she moaned and panted and her body spasmed around my cock. The vibrations, plus her deep core shivering, was having an amazing effect on me... I felt my balls tightening again.

She saw the amazed expression on my face, and panted, "Yes...Louis... cum with me... cum with me!"

I started grunting and an ancient power shot out of me into her for the fourth time that day... fifth time counting the jack-off session I'd done before going to school in the morning. There was something about fucking her in this weird, awkward position that made my orgasm feel more powerful than I'd felt it before, or maybe it was how tight and shivery her pussy was around my cock, or maybe how freezy cold her thighs felt on my shoulders as I pounded her... but whatever it was, I shot my cum deep into her orgasmic pussy, feeling her vaginal muscles rippling around my shaft, even as I filled her up with my seed.

We both tensed up and our bodies vibrated and shivered together. Then, when my legs stopped spasming, I pulled her up off the slide and hugged her, my cock softening inside her. I could feel my cum leaking out around her pussy lips as she moaned and shook in my arms. Her orgasm went on and on, interspersed with crazy shivering spasms, sudden little shocks, and powerful twitches. I was a scrawny guy, so it took every bit of my strength to hold her up, but I did, for a good three minutes before she started to come back to her senses.

Rona Barrett whispered, in a shivery voice. "Louis. You're the b-b-best fucking lover I've ever had. N-n-now, find my c-c-c-clothes before I freeze to d-d-death!"

I found her clothes and pulled them onto her because she could barely control her shivering arms and legs. Then we ran laughing to the car, where I hugged her chilly body with the heater running full blast for ten minutes before she was able to drive me home.

On the way, Rona said, "So... what about you? Would you mind having your nude pictures on my website? I love the pictures we've taken together."

Shit... I hadn't thought of that. A sudden thrill of fear went through me. "Well... I'm not much of an exhibitionist. And my parents... boy... I wouldn't want them to see me naked... much less doing it. No offense, Rona, but... I don't think...."

She looked a little disappointed. Then she said, "Well, what if we just crop your face out. How about that?"

I nodded, "Yeah. I guess we could. I've seen a lot of porn like that... with the guy's face not visible. I guess... as long as my face isn't in there, nobody would know."

Rona smiled. "Good. I want everyone to see how beautiful your cock is." She giggled.

I smiled at how gleeful she looked. Then a sudden, sickening thought occurred to me. "Rona. Shit. If you do actually become a porn star... and I think you probably will, unless you change your mind... then... well... people would guess those pictures were me."

She looked consternated for a while. "Okay... I guess we won't use those shots."

Then I realized something even more disturbing... so far every time I'd had sex with Rona there had been a camera pointed at us. I wondered... what if that's what Rona likes about me? What if she stops having sex with me and finds someone else who doesn't mind their pictures being taken and posted on her website? What... what if she falls in love with that someone else? Shit... that would be horrible!

"Rona... maybe... maybe we should keep our... you know.. our relationship a secret."

"Really?"

"Actually... if we're going to make it work, we need to keep our whole porn project a secret, at least until we graduate. Have you told anyone... about us?"  "Not yet. I was planning to make a big deal about it tomorrow. I thought I'd hold hands with you all day, and sit with you in the lunch room. I wanted to see the looks on everyone's faces when they realized that my guy is a nerd."

I felt another chill. I didn't really relish that kind of attention anyway. "If people know we're an item, everyone will be watching us. Then they might figure out what we're up to. That could get us expelled."

"You think so?"

"I don't think they'd put up with students making porn. But if we keep it a secret, then I wouldn't mind being on the website with my face hidden."

"Okay, Louis... Maybe you're right. But..." Rona's eyes misted over. "I don't know if I can pretend I'm not in love with you."

"Well... at least we can try to keep it secret for a while... until we figure out a plan."

She pouted adorably, and said, "Okay, sweetie. We can try it. For a while."

She drove by my house. The light was on inside. "Looks like your parents are waiting up for you. I'll drop you off up the street so they don't see me kissing you goodnight."

As we kissed, the worry I'd felt over the last ten minutes faded away. I felt the love pouring out of Rona Barrett. My girl. My sweetie. I drifted home on a cloud of love. I just knew it was all going to work out okay.

When I walked in the house it was almost one A.M. Mom was waiting for me in the living room.

"Sorry I'm so late. I lost track of time."

Mom didn't look mad. She was smiling expectantly. "So?"

"So? So what?"

"So, Casanova... did you ask her out?"

Something about the hopeful look on her round little sface, contrasted with the vivid memory of all the crazy sex I'd been having for the last few hours... well, it just tickled the shit out of me. Mom stared at me like I was crazy as I collapsed to the floor with laughter.

...To be continued!

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Camera Buff



Then I came to the 'unofficial' photos she asked me to take toward the end, where she'd gleefully showed way too much cleavage and posed like a sex queen. I wondered what it meant that she'd trusted me to take these photos. After all, I'd already proven that I couldn't be trusted. It was baffling. I thought maybe the last movie might explain things.

The moment it began, I saw a gleefully wicked smile cross her beautiful face after seeing me turn away. She knew I'd done something with the camera. She looked into the lens and licked her lips and sensuously and slowly opened the fur wrap, exposing herself fully. She looked playfully down at her breasts. My cock leapt to attention again, and I began to stroke it with abandon. The fur slipped from her shoulders as she reached up to cup her breasts in her hands. She mouthed the words, "You like this?" then she squeezed her breasts together, and wobbled them back and forth in the most ostentatious way. Then she brought her right breast up to her beautiful mouth and tickled the nipple lasciviously with her tongue. She smiled wickedly and stood up. Her face went out of frame, but now I could see her midsection. She unbuttoned her fly, and slowly unzipped her jeans. She pulled them down exposing her little pink panties.

"Oh, shit!" I groaned, grasping my cock in a death-grip, while fingering my balls with my other hand. Then she did something that made me gasp in shock. She pulled the panties aside to show me her little auburn bush. Her hair was so fine and fluffy that I could clearly make out her delicate little slit. She sensuously ran her fingers down her belly, between her legs and into the slit; finally pushing her two center fingers deep inside. She rubbed herself for a while, and then leaned forward, until her face filled the frame of the camera. She brought her wet and glistening fingers up to her lips, and licked them slowly with her tongue. She silently mouthed, "Yummy," then smiled and winked. She pulled her pants back up, and put her bra back on slowly, all the while looking right at the camera with a wicked grin I'd never seen on her face before. She pulled her sweater on and then pulled it up one last time to let me see her bra-clad breasts. Then she blew a silent kiss at the camera. She grabbed the fur from the back of the chair and walked toward the camera, throwing the fur at me as she strutted out of view, saying, "Catch you later, Louis!"

I was about to cum, so I reached out to run the movie back to the beginning in order to watch it again.

But the doorbell interrupted me. "Shit!" I shouted out loud. I looked at the clock, wondering if my parents were back already. Impossible! So I figured it was probably Jason dropping by to see if I'd tell him what was up between Rona Barrett and me.

I pulled my pants back up, painfully forcing my cock inside so I could zip up. I closed all the photos on my computer, to prevent Jason from seeing them by accident. I went down the stairs and opened the door, prepared to stonewall Jason if necessary.

It wasn't Jason.

It was Rona Barrett.

"Louis, Louis, Louis..." she said with one hand on her hip and a delicious grin on her lovely lips, "So how do you like the photos?"

I was utterly incapable of speech. She smiled and shifted her

weight from one leg to the other. She looked casually past me into my living room.

"I guess you've seen them by now. What do you think?"

I gulped, nodding slightly. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

She seemed to enjoy my discomfort greatly. She giggled and said, "Well, can I see them?"

I stood back from the door and she walked inside with a cocky strut. I could see her boobs bouncing lightly under her white shirt. I closed the door, mortified, and turned to look at her. She was casually peering around the living room. She looked back over her shoulder at me. "Well, are you gonna introduce me to your parents or what?"

"Uh, they're at the movies."

She smiled and nodded. "Cool. Then I guess we better go to your computer or wherever you've got the photos. I can't wait to see them."

I numbly led her to my bedroom, and I began to say that I hadn't sorted out the bad ones yet. "No, no." she said, "Just show me the pictures. All of them, understand? You bad boy." I nodded and went to the computer. She added wryly, "They better be good or I'm gonna be pissed."

I opened all the pictures in a viewer so she could go through them herself. I sat on my bed and watched in mortified silence as Rona Barrett looked through the photos as she sat in my chair. She was gonna kill me. Life, as I knew it, was over. She might even have one of her jock friends beat me up. I felt like hurling.

At first she was very displeased, particularly with the photos of her in the hated striped sweater. But then she saw the secret pictures I took of her when she was braless. She made a "Tsk, tsk, tsk," sound. Then she came across the beautiful, perfect shot of her holding the fur wide open, exposing her naked breasts. She looked over at me and without a smile she said, "What do you think of my body, Louis?"

"Beautiful." I managed to choke out.

"Yeah?" She looked back at the photo. "This is a pretty good photo. I look fuckin' awesome. It was sneaky bad of you to take these photos without my permission, but I guess I'm glad you did. I love this fuckin' picture. Shit, just look at me. Fuckin' rock star is what I am." I felt a thrill of relief. Maybe I was going to survive this after all! I also felt proud, weirdly, of my photography skills. I moved off the bed and kneeled on the floor next to her so I could see the screen too.

As she looked through the official photos she was extremely pleased, and openly praised my work. "I love the light. Wow, that fur looks awesome."

"It was a good idea to use it," I added. "It made all the difference. You've got great instincts. You should be a model."

She smiled at me, "You think so too? My stupid parents think it's a stupid idea. But look at me! I look great!" she said, pointing at a particularly nice photo.

Then she came to the unofficial shots she'd asked me to take, which showed her deep cleavage. She clapped and laughed in joy looking through them. "Oh my God, Louis! These are great! Thank you so much!" She put her arm around my back and kissed my cheek. It burned and I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. She kept her hand on my back as she went through the rest of the photos, which I found stunningly intimate.

When she was done with the photos, she turned to me and said, "Okay, where are the rest?"

"Uh, well, those are all the photos, but I did take a few movies."

"Movies? Shit! I didn't know your camera did that, but I knew you were up to something. Come on. Lets see them!"

I reached up and started the first movie. She laughed as she watched herself taking off her bra. Then I started the second movie. She laughed watching her antics. I felt myself unable to look away. There she was, touching her breasts, squeezing them together, licking her nipple, and finally touching her pussy for my camera. My cock got hard again as I watched. I didn't know if it was noticeable or not. I was afraid to look. That would only make her look.

When the second movie was over, she played it again and said, "I don't know what came over me, Louis. I guess I'm as much a perv as you are." Suddenly I felt the palm of her hand press against my crotch. I pulled away so quickly I tumbled back onto the floor. But not before she got a good feel of my erection.

"I'm glad you liked it Louis." She rotated the swivel chair and looked down at me. "And now the big question: what are we going to do with these naughty little pictures of yours, Louis?" She reached over and took the flash card out of the reader and put it in her breast pocket. "These are mine," she said, patting it so her breast bounced deliciously. "The copies you put on your computer however... I'm wondering if I should let you keep them or not." My heart sank. The idea that I'd never see those pictures and movies again was very a dispiriting one.

She leaned forward and put her elbows on her knees and steepled her fingers in front of her. "What do you say, Louis? Do you want to keep them?"

I nodded.

"Of course you do. But how do I know you can be trusted with them? How do I know you wouldn't show them to your little friends, or post them on the Internet?"

"I'd never!"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before. You can't trust anybody, Louis. And I know for a fact that I can't trust you." My heart sank. Then she said, "But I think I have a solution." I sat up, eager to hear it. "First of all, you have your camera here, I hope?"

I pointed to it standing on a tripod next to the closet. She smiled. "First, you need to show me how it works."

I had no idea what her plan was, but I was happy to show her the workings. It was a pretty simple camera to operate. She carried it out to the middle of the room and pointed it toward my bed. "So, what about the lighting? Is it good?" I got out some portable lights and positioned them around, pointed at the bed. I wanted to kick myself for not investing in a flash setup yet. This would have to do. But what was up? All I could think is that she was going to let me take more pictures of her. I was nervous with anticipation! She took the flash card from her pocket and put it in the camera.

Then she said, "Okay, here's the plan. I'll let you keep those pictures of me if you let me take some pictures of you."

I was completely floored. In a day of surprises, none of them compared to this.

"It's only fair", she said. "You've got a movie of me touching my pussy, it's the least you could do to let me take a few pictures of you."

The very idea of it was terrifying. I was frozen in fear.

"Well, what'll it be, Louis?" Rona walked over to the computer and selected the photos and movies and dragged them toward the trash folder. "You want me to delete these or what?"

I shouted, "No! I'll do whatever you want!"

She clapped gleefully. "Awesome! Okay, Louis, lets get this started, before your parents come home. You stand right over there."

I took a deep breath and stood by the bed. She snapped a photo and I gave a little nervous jump. "Oh, come on, Louis. Loosen up." She walked around the tripod and came up to me and looked into my eyes. She reached out and rubbed my shoulders. "Don't be so tense! Just loosen up. It'll be fun!"

I nodded and tried to calm down. But she clucked her tongue. "I know what might calm you down." She leaned toward me and gave me a kiss on the lips. I melted. It was a brief kiss, but intense... my first kiss. Her tongue flicked across my lips and I felt something change inside me in that moment. The nerd inside me disappeared, at least for the moment. I became strangely calm. I looked into her eyes as she pulled back. I smiled and she arched her eyebrows playfully and said, "Let's get started."

She gleefully directed me through the first stages of taking off my shirt for the camera. I had a pretty scrawny chest, but she ooh'd and ahh'd like I was a hunk. Then she told me to unzip the fly of my jeans. I did, and immediately my underwear-encased erection emerged. "Ooh, that's nice," she said. She adjusted the camera lower and told me to lean back against the bed, which made my erection bulge out even further. "Fuck", she said, "you're packing an ICBM!" I smiled and blushed. I don't know what thrilled me most, that she thought I had a big dick, or that she knew what an ICBM was!

"Now play with it. Rub it with your hand." I did, and she took several photos. "Now, let it out." After a pause, I started to yank my undies down, but she interrupted. "No, do it nice. Look at the camera. You're showing it off. Be proud of it." And I felt it then. Pride. Rona fucking Barrett wanted to see my cock and I wanted to show it to her. I knew it was a pretty good cock. Not huge, but above average. So I looked at her camera lens and I pulled down the band on my underwear slowly, letting my engorged cock fold out dramatically. It was larger than I'd ever seen it before.

"Beautiful, Louis! It's beautiful, like a little sculpture. I mean a big sculpture. You know what I mean." She zoomed in and told me to hold it in different ways, and turn sideways to see it in profile. I just couldn't believe this was happening.  

"Now turn around and pull your pants down. Show me your ass. That's right." She whistled comically as I pulled my jeans down. I stepped out of them, and then I pulled my undies down. It was thrilling to hear her snapping photos as she said, "Now that's a mighty fine ass, Louis. Wow. All I can say is, wow. Hold it just like that." She really liked my ass I guess, because she had me show it off in various was.

"Now sit down and spread those legs. Shit, look at your cock, Louis! Impressive!" I put my hands behind me and showed her my cock and balls and I felt like a jock. It didn't matter that I was smart and scrawny. I had a great cock, and she couldn't take her eyes off it. Maybe it was a good thing I was so scrawny, because it just made my penis look that much larger. She took the camera off the tripod so she could get down on her knees and take close-ups.

Then to my enormous surprise, she reached out and wrapped her lovely fingers around my shaft and took photos of it in her hand. I'd never felt anyone touching me down there before. It sent an electric wave of pleasure through my entire body. She ran her fingertips lightly under my balls and I just about jumped out of my skin with joy. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

She said, "How do I turn that movie thing on again? Oh, I see." She turned the knob to the movie setting, and started recording. "Now, jerk off for me, Louis." My heart fluttered. She was really getting into this! I spit into my palm and began to stroke myself, with her kneeling between my legs aiming up at me. It was utterly erotic. I looked down at her in amazement. She was dressed in jeans and a loose white shirt, which pulled slightly against her breasts. She saw me looking down her cleavage. "Here, this might help." She unbuttoned her shirt slowly, revealing more and more of her skin. Then she opened it up completely so I could see the lacy white bra she was wearing. It was so sheer that I could see the dark circles of her areolas through it. I was masturbating like a madman. At this rate I was going to cum any second.

She suddenly stood up and turned her back on me. "Hold on a minute. I want to do another setup." So I stopped and let the moment pass. I sat there in amazement at the recent events and watched her as she screwed the camera back onto the tripod. She moved it around looking for a new location. She was thinking hard... then she had an idea.

"Louis, does this thing have an automatic setting? To take pictures by itself?"

"Uh... yeah. You can set it to take pictures at regular intervals. One second is the shortest, I think."

"Cool. Can you program that for me?" I got up and stood near her and programmed the camera. All I could think was that Rona Barrett had just been watching me jerk off, and now I was standing right next to her, buck-naked! After fumbling for a few minutes, I finally had the camera set up. Then she had me put in new flash card, just to make sure we didn't run out of memory. She put the old flash card in her purse. Only then did I begin to wonder what she had in mind.

She took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Louis. I didn't plan to take it this far but I am just too fuckin' much of a camera hog to stay on this side of the lens."

She pushed the button and the camera started taking photos. She told me to kneel on the bed and she sat in front of me on the edge of it, facing the camera.

"Kiss my neck," she said. I came up close behind her.

I paused and said, "This will work best if you try to pause when the camera snaps. Otherwise the photos may all turn out blurry."

"We wouldn't want that," she said, "come on, I'm waiting."

So I leaned forward and kissed the neck she offered to me. I paused while the camera shutter clicked. From then on, every second we tried to pause together, no matter how hard it was to remember. During the whole time she played directly to the camera, but I only had eyes for her. Her neck was amazingly soft on my lips. I loved the smell of her skin and the feathery hairs that grew along her hairline. I breathed into her ears, which she seemed to enjoy. Without her asking, I put my hands on her waist, and moved them slowly upwards, under the loose tails of her shirt, until they were at the base of her breasts. I stopped, thrilled to have gone that far.

"Keep going," she said huskily. So I slowly slid my hands up to cup her breasts, which gave softly but firmly under my touch. I felt the bump of her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. She arched her back and I pulled her shirt open for a photograph, I peered over her shoulder down at the top of her cleavage. So this is what her breasts look from her point of view! I ran my palms over the exposed flesh above the bra and squeezed her tits slowly. I noticed there was a small hook on the bra between the cups. I moved my fingers down to it, and then paused. She whispered, "Yes. But do it slowly." So I slowly opened the hook, my mind exploding with lust, and pulled her bra open, careful to let the camera snap several photos of the entire procedure, while I greedily stared at her nipples from just over her shoulder.

She reached an arm back over her head to run her fingers through my hair. When I had fully opened her bra I ran my hands up her belly and cupped her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my palms. I could feel her naked nipples touching my sensitive fingertips. Her perfect round breasts fit so neatly in my upturned palms, it was like they were made for this purpose. She turned her head sideways and kissed me deeply. I felt her tongue invade my virgin mouth, and my tongue ventured forth to meet it. They danced together and I felt utterly alive.

Without breaking the kiss, I pulled her shirt and bra off her shoulders, slowly for the camera, and put them aside, then ran my hands all over her torso, front and back, exploring every nanometer of her exposed flesh. She reached one hand behind her and wrapped her sensuous fingers around my penis. I groaned in her mouth, and she groaned in mine as I squeezed her naked breasts. I moved my hands down her belly until my fingers went a little ways under her waistband.

"Unzip me," she said, so I did. I fumbled with the button fly for a few moments. She laughed, but I finally got my fingers on the zipper and slowly pulled it down for the camera. She spread her legs and I reached down into her pants over the top of her panties until I could feel the warm wet mound between her legs. She arched herself into my touch. I felt my middle finger push the fabric of her panties between her pussy lips. Oh god, it was great!

"Take my pants off," she said as she stood up. She turned toward me. Her breasts were right in front of my face. I kissed them tenderly, lovingly. She had us turn sideways so the camera could see. Then I took her soft nipples one by one into my mouth. I was particularly thrilled to feel her little black mole on the tip of my tongue.

After doing that for a good long time, I pulled her pants down for the camera, and she curved her body to make the best show of it. She stepped out of her jeans, but only after an awkward moment when she had to clumsily kick off her sneakers. We laughed like crazy.

Then she faced the camera again and opened her legs wide, and I touched her pussy through her panties. I did that for a moment, and then she said, "Go take a few close-ups." I ran to the camera, and took it off the mount and got on my knees between her spread legs.




Camera Buff



"How's this look?" she said, playfully, putting her hands sensuously on the inside of her thighs and opening them for the camera.

"Fuckin' awesome."

She giggled. Her panties were white, with little blue teddy bears dancing on them. And the center was dark with her wetness. She ran her fingers under her panties as I took pictures, and she groaned in pleasure. Then she took her hands out and said, "are you ready for the money shot?"

I said, "Yes!"

She pulled the panties aside, exposing her pussy in all its glory. It was more beautiful than I'd ever imagined. It was a simple, elegant slit with a round button on top, and a cap of fluffy auburn pubic hair. It wasn't curly like my hair, but soft and almost straight. She moved her fingers down and pushed them in, revealing bright pink flesh inside. After touching herself for several shots, she said, "Take pictures of your hands touching me." I held the camera in one hand and reached out with the other. My fingers felt her wetness and slipped easily inside. She arched in joy.

"Rub my clit." I paused, "the round part on top, stupid," she said with a chuckle.

I was happy to comply. I began to rub it, perhaps a bit clumsily at first, but she moaned, clearly enjoying the sensations I was giving her. She lay back on the bed, and put her feet on my shoulders, opening her legs as wide as humanly possible for me. I switched the camera to movie mode, because there was too much motion for clear photos anyway. I filmed my fingers going inside her and a few seconds later she gasped, "Yeah, like that! Don't stop!" I thrust two fingers in and out of her tight, wet pussy, trying to respond to her cries of pleasure. I couldn't believe that my fingers were inside Rona Barrett... feeling the silky fold and flaps in her vagina. She was so tight; I couldn't imagine how a dick the size of mine could ever get in there. But the more I finger fucked her, the more open she became. So I added a third finger to the party. Pretty soon she was screaming into a pillow and her whole body was shivering uncontrollably. Her breasts danced as she gasped for breath.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed my hair and pulled my face right into her pussy. I forgot about taking pictures for a moment, because, after all, I was buried nose deep in Rona Barrett's wet cunt. I wanted to taste it, so I flicked her slit with my tongue and it was delicious. She whimpered adorably in pleasure, and coaxed me to keep doing it, so I licked her clitoris as fast and firmly as I could and she completely went stiff with a powerful orgasm that seemed to go on and on. Her wetness was all around me and dripping down my chin. I loved every second of it.

Finally she pushed me back, over stimulated by my eager mouth, and I took several photographs looking down at her quivering naked body, some with my raging boner in the foreground. God she looked beautiful. After a while she opened her eyes and caught her breath. She smiled up at me with a dazed expression and said, "That was perfect Louis. Fuck, where did you learn to do that?"

"That's the first time for me. Beginners luck I guess."

She smiled. "Are you a virgin, Louis?"

"Busted."

"I wouldn't have guessed. That's the best orgasm I've ever had. You have the magic touch Louis." I thought she was probably just saying that to be nice, but I glowed with pride nonetheless.

"I'm too weak to get up. So come over here. Bring the camera. I want to suck your cock." Shit. I just about passed out when she said that. She pulled at me until I was straddling her with my balls resting on her belly. Her breasts looked even bigger than ever, now that she was on her back. I opened the lens as wide as it would go, and took a few photos of her beautiful body, with my cock resting on her belly, holding my breath to make them as clear as possible. She grabbed my ass with her hands and guided me up her body until my cock went up between her breasts. Her breasts bunched up on my thighs as she pulled me even higher until the tip of my cock was sitting right in the little dimple on her chin. I took photos of her smiling up at me. She spit into her hand, as she'd seen me do earlier, then grabbed my cock and pulled me higher until my balls fell into her open mouth.

All I could think was, holy fuck!

Barely able to speak, I told her to freeze in several positions while I took photos. It felt so awesome, but I managed to keep my mind clear enough to take good photos. She looked up at the camera with her beautiful eyes and ran her tongue in circles around my balls. Then she licked my shaft up and down, from tip to base, her tongue wrapping around the edge of it. I took several close-ups.

A while later she repositioned herself, with her head propped up on a pillow. She made sure that I arranged her hair artfully for the pictures. Then she started caressing my cock with her delicate fingers, while looking at it appraisingly. "Your penis is beautiful Louis. I love it. It's like a work of art." She licked her lips and looked up at me with an expression of pure desire. I took a photo. Then ever so slowly she pulled me toward her open mouth, never taking her eyes off the camera lens. She took my cock deep into her warm, wet mouth. It was the greatest moment of my life, but I guess that goes without saying. For several perfect minutes she sucked and slurped and stroked. I switched the camera to movie mode again to get capture the action. She got into it, and handled my cock in her mouth like a piece of delicious chocolate. I wanted this to go on forever, but it felt too good. I felt an orgasm coming.

"If you keep doing that," I said, "I'm gonna cum."

She smiled and said, "That's a good idea. But let's do this right." We got up again and she spent several minutes trying to figure out a way to mount the tripod over the bed, but it was too bouncy. So we moved the bed sheets to the floor, so the tripod had a rigid surface to stand on. Then she had me aim the camera down at her so it included her face and breasts. Then I pushed play on the movie recorder and straddled her again. This time she spit all over my cock, until it was dripping with spit. I wasn't sure what she was up to. Then she pressed her hands against her breasts forcing them together. "Fuck my tits, Louis!" So I did.

I pushed my cock into the warm pocket she'd formed between her soft breasts, and my god, it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. Not only did she look great, but I felt powerful and in control. I began thrusting myself between her tits, feeling the silky softness of them on my hypersensitive cock, my balls sliding up and down her torso. It took all my balance and strength to keep from banging into the camera that hovered over her head and in front of my face. I pinched and twisted her nipples playfully as I thrusted, and once I even put my fingers in her mouth, which she excitedly sucked on. I felt a surging sensation build up inside me. I grunted, "I'm coming."

"Cum for me baby," she said. And I just kept pumping. It took longer than I thought. Usually when I masturbated I came pretty soon after I felt the warning surge, but this time, perhaps because of how long we'd prolonged things, it took a powerfully long time for my sperm to gallop free. I exploded between her breasts. To my surprise, a little spurt of white fluid shot up through her cleavage and onto her face, spattering her chin, lips and eyes lightly. She smiled widely, and shouted, "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" I kept pumping until I couldn't move any more, and the last spasms of jism shot out of me onto her collar bone.

"Quick," she said, breathing heavily, "take some good photos, while you're still hard." I switched the camera to photo mode and took several clear photos of my cock resting between her breasts, which were spattered and dripping with cum, and photos of the little splatters of cum on her face. I was particularly thrilled by the little drips of my spunk that were caught in her long eyelashes. I don't know why that excited me so much, but it did. She pulled me up and licked my shaft, and took the sensitive tip into her mouth while I took more photos. Finally I was too weak for more, and I fell to the floor next to her. I turned to look at her from the side. Ah, rapture. I put my hand on her belly, and my dripping cock started to fall limp against her thigh.

"Louis, that was fun. More than I thought it'd be. Most fun I've had all year, actually, and that includes winning the election."

"Rona, it was the most fun I ever had in my life, and that includes being born." She laughed, her breasts bouncing playfully.

After resting on the floor for quite a while, she asked me to bring her a warm wet towel. I got it and wiped my sticky white goo off her boobs and face. It was a great opportunity to feel her up some more. I was already totally certain that once she left my room it would be the last time she ever talked to me. She was the queen of the senior class, after all. She smiled up at me, with her hands behind her head. She enjoyed being bathed this way, the pampered little poodle she was.

"How long is that movie your parents went to, by the way?"

I sat up in terror. I checked a clock, but I saw we had another half hour at least, maybe more.

"Yeah? Hmm... that may be enough time." She said.

"Enough time for what?"

"For you to get hard again, of course!"

My heart soared. I thought it was over, but I was wrong. She rolled over on top of me and kissed me again, but this time it wasn't for the camera. It was for us. We really kissed this time, breathing hotly into each other's mouths, our mutual passion building more powerfully than before. My cock was starting to harden before she even began touching it. She kissed her way down my chest, and soon my dick was in her mouth again. She was kneeling over me, her auburn hair dangling on my belly and thighs. She tickled my balls with her beautiful fingertips, discovering a sensitive spot on the underside that I'd never noticed before. I played with her dangling breasts with my hands. It was a perfect, unrushed moment. The anxiety I'd felt all night had faded away. I watched Rona Barrett, Student Council President, suck my cock, and I felt powerful, confident, manly.

When I was good and hard, she reached for her purse and took something out. She ripped open a condom and expertly rolled it onto my cock. I calmly thought, I'm going to lose my virginity to Rona fucking Barrett. I'm blessed.

When the condom was on, she straddled me and said. "I think we'll do this one without photos, if you don't mind."

"Not at all." I said. I couldn't believe how calm I was. Rona guided my cock as she squatted, until it touched her pussy lips. Then she rubbed the tip of it against her clit for a few minutes, making happy sounds. Then she looked down at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Are you ready to lose your virginity, Louis?"

"Yes."

She slid herself down a few inches onto my shaft, and we both sucked in deep breaths of ecstasy.

Now I was a man.

She was so tight; it felt like my cock was being squeezed by a circus strongman. The sensation of it was almost as amazing as the sight of it going inside. I just tried to soak in the visual splendor of my cock disappearing into Rona Barrett's beautiful body. I looked up at her face, into her eyes... Shit. She was beyond beautiful. She was Venus, the goddess of love. She was staring into my eyes, her mouth quivering in pleasure, holding her breath as she exquisitely lowered herself farther and farther onto me until I was almost fully encased and pressing into the back wall of her innermost recesses.

"Oh god," she moaned, her face a mask of pleasure. Then she began to ride herself up and down, slowly gaining speed. But she suddenly stood up and said, "Fuck it, Louis. I need to film this."

I said, "Shit yeah. But not with my camera. The quality of the image is crap. Let me get my parent's camcorder." I ran through the house to my parent's room, my cock bouncing like a diving board, found the camcorder and raced back, my feet barely touching the ground. I madly screwed the camcorder to my tripod. Then I lowered the tripod, pointing it at the spot we'd been fucking a few minutes earlier. I pushed record.

She said, laughing, "Okay, back to positions!" That reminded me: we'd both taken a video production class last year. I'd spent the whole year looking at her from the other side of the room as she goofed off with her friends, afraid to talk to her. Now she was naked in my room, and was about to fuck me on camera. What a difference a year makes!

I lay on my back in front of the camcorder, also giggling now.

She straddled me, slapped her hands together like a movie clipboard and said, "Take two!" Then she lowered herself onto my cock again, and our giggles turned into groans. My god, knowing the camcorder was there, its shiny lens pointed at us... well, all I can say is it felt even better than before. And she was like a wildcat now, performing like crazy for the camcorder, riding me like a bucking horse. Our eyes were locked. We were doing this together. Like it was a great hobby we'd just discovered. After fucking me for a few minutes she hopped up and repositioned the camcorder, to capture a close-up of her pussy swallowing my cock.

She fucked me like that until her legs started cramping up, so we changed positions again. This time we pointed the camera at the bed, and she got on her hands and knees and I kneeled behind her. I grabbed her hips, feeling her soft, silky flesh under my fingers, and I slowly guided my cock into her tight, swollen pussy. Then I started fucking her with intense power. She was moaning and shrieking in pleasure. I'd never heard such amazing music before. She was a beautiful singer, but the sounds she made in my room that night were better than any song.

I'm fucking Rona Barrett, I kept thinking to myself. I even mumbled it under my breath once or twice.

"What are you saying Louis? Speak up!"

So I said it out loud, "I'm fucking Rona Barrett!"

She laughed, between gasps of pleasure, and said, "Yeah, Louis! You're fucking Rona Barrett! You're shoving your cock into the Student Council President's pussy!!" She began gasping and quivering, then she stuttered, "You're m...m...making Rona Barrett cum!!!" She shrieked and I pounded her as hard as I could, my bed squeaking and shaking like mad. Her orgasmic screaming went on for minutes. The neighbors could probably hear, but I didn't give a shit. My body was shiny with sweat, and I was filled with energy. It felt like I could do this all night, if only I could keep from coming again. I knew that once I came, our night was over. But it was so hard to hold out! I kept changing the pace, anything to keep an orgasm at bay. I even tried to think about baseball and cowboy movies, the antithesis of sex for me. But I could only hold out for so long.

"I'm coming," I grunted.

"Oh shit, yeah, Louis!" she yelled, "Cum in Rona Barrett's pussy!" Another wave of orgasms shivering through her body. I felt the cum charging out of me, like it was stampeding from my guts. I shot my wad into her pussy... well, technically, into the condom, but that didn't matter. I was coming inside Rona Barrett, the hottest girl in school.

I stopped thrusting and just held onto her hips, buried deep inside her. I felt her vaginal muscles rippling and contracting around me as she continued to orgasm. It felt like she was milking the last spurts of cum out of me, although I doubt she was doing it on purpose. My cock softening, I finally pulled out, sadly knowing this awesome night was at an end.

Rona had another surprise for me, however. She hurriedly had me sit on the edge of the bed, and moved the camcorder closer, aiming it at my crotch. Then she pulled the condom off, letting the cum spill all over my cock and balls, then she licked and sucked the white stuff off me, playing for the lens. She was swallowing it, making humming yummy sounds. It was so raw... so off the hook... my cock started to grow again. It had never gotten so hard again so fast after an orgasm.

Once she'd licked every drop of cum off me, and sucked every drop out of my rock hard shaft, she said, "One last thing. We only had that wide shot in that last setup. We need some close-ups to get proper coverage." I guess she'd been paying attention in video production class after all!

She had me kneel behind her in bed again, with the camcorder in my hand.

I said, "Uh... do you have another condom?"

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled, "No. Now be sure you get a nice shot of yourself going in. But whatever you do, don't cum inside me. If you do I'll kill you!"

Shit, I thought. It's real this time. No condoms.

I pointed the camcorder down at her ass. She arched her back and the light illuminated her pussy beautifully. Her tight little asshole puckered, almost like it was winking at me. I'd never thought an asshole could be cute, but Rona's was adorable. I positioned the head of my cock between her beautiful pussy lips, playing them for a while before finally pushing myself into her soft, wet tunnel. My cock was inside her. My flesh, her flesh, touching... I felt as if I was having an out of body experience. I began to fuck her again, but it felt so much more intense this time than before. Every nerve on my cock, from tip to base, was firing like mad. I could feel every detail of her insides. It was unreal. But it was real. Totally real.

After getting enough close-up footage in that position, she held the camcorder between her legs, pointing up to get an underside shot. I went in and out of her at different speeds, so she could cut to a close up at any point of our lovemaking. Sometimes it felt like we were just working on a school project together. But other times I almost forgot about the camcorder and just made love to her sweet body.

After we got all the doggy style shots she wanted, she laid on her back and had me fuck her that way for a while, first with her holding the camcorder pointed up at me, and then I held it pointed down at her. I taped an extreme close-up of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy lips, while she fingered her clitoris. It looked amazing! I taped her boobs rolling in circles as I fucked her with growing power. It looked astounding! She started having another orgasm, and I taped her beautiful lips, groaning and whimpering with pleasure. It was unbelievably awesome.

"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck...." She moaned uncontrollably.

Damn! I started feeling an orgasm coming on. Shit! I had no choice but to pull out of her.

"What? Don't stop!" she moaned.

"Sorry. I was about to cum."

"Why didn't you just say so?" She quickly got on the floor and kneeled between my feet and began to masturbate me with both hands. She looked up at the camera as she did it, her brown eyes wide and innocent. My orgasm was coming, and soon! I didn't know what she was going to do when I came, but I decided to leave that up to her. It was all I could do to keep the camera pointed down at her beautiful face.

"Shit... here it comes," I grunted.

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She jerked me hard with the tightest grip she could manage, until my semen began spurting. I shot three powerful, gushy loads, right into her face, surprising both of us. The first one looped over her face, laying a strip of gooey white across the top of her nose, cheek and left eyelid. She second one glanced across her upper lip before splashing up into her auburn hair. The third one shot right into her mouth, fanning out over her beautiful tongue.

She motioned for me to get the regular camera and take some nice photos of her face, which was spattered with my spunk.

Then she had me get the camcorder again, and began to put on a show. She played with my cum in her mouth for a minute, opening her lips wide so I could see it spread all over her teeth and tongue. Then she slowly let the cum spill out over her lip onto her breasts. Then she began to spread it all over her tits with her hands. It was ridiculously filthy! I guess she'd seen some of the same porn I had. I'd seen that kind of thing a thousand times... only this time it was Rona Barrett, and the cum she was frosted with was mine!




Camera Buff



Then she sucked my softening cock dry and licked it clean. She swallowed every drop. Then, much to my surprise, and against all the laws of science, I started getting hard again. Her eyes opened wide.

She held my cock in her hand and watched it get larger and harder. "Louis!" I loved the way she said my name this time, as if with those two syllables she wanted to tell me that she'd never seen a cock as responsive as mine. That I was a better lover than any of the golden boys she'd blown before. That she wanted me to fuck her again, right now.

I heard the automatic garage door opening.

"Shit! They're home!" I said.

"Wow, our timing was perfect!" she said, giggling gleefully. We dressed quickly. She didn't even bother to clean the smeared cum off her tits but just threw her shirt on over it without the bra, causing it to get dark with my wetness.

When she was dressed, she smiled at me and said, "How do I look?"

She was joking. She knew that her face was still striped with my cum. I got the wet towel and wiped her face clean while she giggled. When I was done I had the urge to kiss her... but before I got the chance, she turned around and took the second flash card from the camera and put it in her breast pocket. She also took the tape from the camcorder. "I'll get these back to you, erased of course. I don't mean to be all blackmaily with you, but if you show any of those photos to anyone at all, or even so much as tell a soul about any of this, I'll plaster naked pictures of you all over the school. So don't fuck this up, okay?"

I nodded.

"Can I trust you Louis?" she asked, smiling. Her beautiful eyes stared at me unwavering.

I nodded. I was stiff. Shocked somehow. It was over. Tomorrow we'd be back at school, and I'd be a nobody again, and she'd go right back to ignoring me as always. It was sad. I took her out the back hallway so we could avoid running into my parents. I walked her to her car. After she was buckled in she said to me, almost as an afterthought, "See you tomorrow." I wanted to kiss her goodbye, but... I knew it would be crossing a line. She wasn't my girlfriend. We'd had some fun, but now it was over. That's the nature of great experiences. They all come to an end, and all you have left of them is the memories. Well, at least I had the photos of her in the fur wrap to remember her by.

That night I lay in stunned silence, unable to sleep, thinking about Rona and what we'd done. Not wanting to forget a single detail, I got up in the middle of the night and wrote down everything that had happened. And I made an emergency backup DVD of the photos and hid it away so even if my computer crashed, I wouldn't lose those priceless pictures of Rona Barrett. But I also encrypted it so nobody could share our secret. I anticipated that I'd be masturbating to these photos for years to come. I'd probably be looking at them when I was old and gray, looking back fondly on the greatest night of my life.

The next day at school I didn't cross paths with Rona all morning. I was pretty sure she was ignoring me as usual. At lunch I sat with my regular buds and looked at Rona over at the popularity table. She was laughing with her beautiful friends. But I didn't mind so much. She'd given me the greatest gift I could have ever asked for. It would be greedy to expect more.

At the end of lunch, however, Rona walked up to my table. "There you are! I forgot you sat over here! I've been looking everywhere for you!" My friends looked on in stunned silence. "So, Louis. Can you come over after school? I wanted to show some pictures I took recently. I want to get your artistic opinion on them. Give me pointers on how maybe I can improve. And there's this little movie project I'm working on. Maybe you can help me edit it. Whattaya think?"

I didn't know what to say for a few moments. Then I said, "Sure!"

"Cool," she said, "See you in the parking lot after assembly."

"Cool." I replied. She kissed me on the cheek and sauntered off back to her friends.

I looked around at the rest of the nerds and they looked at me in amazement.

"What was that?" asked Jason.

"She just likes photography... it turns out."

"Dude," said Jason, "Rona Barrett's your girlfriend!"

"No," I said. I looked at her walking away. She looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled. Fuck. He was right!

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The sequel to this story will be loaded by January 20 2012.

It's called "Camera Buff -- Exposed"