6 comments/ 54397 views/ 16 favorites Jessica's Attic By: millieteases By Millie Teases, with thanks to Ben When Ben came home from college after his freshman year he was a little in shock. In high school he'd always been one of the brighter kids -- not top of the class or anything, but a good student. Everybody in college was like him -- bright, intelligent, smart -- and he didn't really stand out all that much. One area that really got his attention was that he didn't stand out at all with the women. Just like in high school, all the women seemed to want to date either the older guys or the guys that were aggressive jerks. Ben wasn't either -- in fact he was kind of shy, really. And there wasn't anybody like Jessica there to coach him either. In high school she'd always motivated him and reassured him that he was attractive to women -- even if the ones in their school did pretty much ignore him. He and Jessica had known each other for what seemed like forever. They were friends -- and that's all. They'd both had thoughts about each other, but they never went anywhere with them. The thing both of them worried about, although they never said a word about it to each other, was that after sex, well, sex changed things -- it either improved love or killed it. Neither of them was willing to take the risk. And Jessica, well, Jessica had a boyfriend during high school, and it wasn't him. Jessica hadn't gone to college. Her folks had put some money away, but the economy had gotten bad, and her dad's business wasn't doing that well, so she'd decided to stay home and work and save up the money to pay for radiology school on her own. It was a tough decision, but she knew it was the right one for her family. Still, most of her friends left for college and it seemed pretty much like she was alone most of the time. And then the problem, of course, was that it was a really little town and there wasn't much to do. And when the asshole broke up with her, well, then there was even less to do. About the middle of every June, after the schools closed for the summer, everyone on their block had a big barbecue. They'd drag a bunch of grills into someone's back yard, and the dads would cook, and some years they even barbecued a pig. It was a big deal -- everyone brought stuff, and people all were out in the yards and the kids all ran around and stuff. The best part of it this year, Ben thought to himself as he was getting ready for it, was that he'd get to see Jessica again. Once he went out and started wandering around a little it didn't take long for him to find her. Jessica was running around with a camera, taking pictures of everybody like she always did. She'd get folks to pose for her, or get the kids to do goofy stuff. She'd even hide sometimes and take kind of candid shots. A couple of times over the years she'd gotten pictures of stuff she shouldn't -- like the year before last when she climbed up a tree and looked over a fence to see Mrs. Smith with her top pulled down and her skirt pulled up and Mr. Abercrombie kneeling in front of her licking her. She was on about the fourth picture before she realized what really was happening. Those pictures go erased pretty fast. When Ben walked up to her she took a bunch of shots of him. He was a little surprised, but not totally. You couldn't always predict what Jessica was going to do. "Hey there buddy, how's it going?" she asked him. She looked great -- her hair was brown again -- she'd died it blond for a while -- and straight, hanging just past her shoulders. She was wearing sandals, jeans and a white linen top that left her shoulders bare except for two little straps. It had a keyhole cutout between her breasts and when Ben glanced at it he noticed her bra was pink. "Stop looking at my boobs, perv," she teased him when she noticed where he was looking. Ben blushed. "It's ok," she said quickly. "I'm just teasing." "Ok," Ben replied. "So, really, how have you been?" Jessica asked. "Ok, I guess. I'm glad to see you again." "It's good to see you, too," she replied. "It's been really boring around here." "I guess," Ben replied. "I'm kind of glad to be home." "Was college tough?" "Yeah," Ben said. "Everybody's really smart and it took me a while to get used to living in the dorm and having to study without Mom yelling at me to buckle down and stuff. I survived. How about you? How's working at Dr. Smith's office?" "It's ok, I guess. I'm saving some money, anyway. I mean, I just greet the patients and answer the phone and stuff, but I'm learning a little about how doctors work. It could be worse, I guess." "I guess. So what else have you been doing?" Jessica got quiet for a minute. "You heard about the asshole, didn't you?" "Umm, yeah, kind of," Ben replied. "That son-of-a-bitch was cheating on me almost the whole time we were going out. I caught him with Tiffany right after Thanksgiving. It turned out he'd been having sex with her for almost a year, and with others before that." "That sucks, I'm really sorry," Ben said quietly. "I gave him my virginity," Jessica said. "I thought I was going to marry him. That fucker." "Geez, Jessica, watch your mouth, old Mrs. Harrison almost heard you." Jessica looked around, blushing. "I'm sorry," she said. "It just makes me so mad." "I understand," Ben said. They didn't say much for a while after that, but just walked around the neighborhood sampling the different food folks had made and taking pictures. They both felt it was good to be back together. They wandered around and laughed when they got to the tree where Jessica had learned about one of the neighborhood affairs. Ben was the only person Jessica had ever told about what she had seen. They climbed up the tree, giggling, to see if anything was going on the yard this year. It was empty. They climbed back down and talked and wandered and took pictures and got comfortable with one another again. They hadn't really talked to each other at all since Ben had left for college the August before. Ben was getting really comfortable being back, and being with Jessica. "There's that look," Jessica said to him when they'd stopped in her back yard and were sitting on a bench on the patio. They were alone. She took a picture. "What look?" Ben asked. "That sweet look you have that would convince just about any woman to go out with you," she replied. "Well, if I have a look like that it sure didn't work at school." "Oh please," she said. "I bet lots of girls were after you. Tell me the truth Ben, you dated a bunch, didn't you?" "Not at all, not really. I went out a few times with groups from the dorm, but that was it." "Really?' she asked, with a strange look on her face. "Really. And there was definitely no one like you." "Yeah, like I've been going out a lot. Asshole broke up with me, everyone went off to college, and I've been here all alone for the last eight months. John Wiley made a pass at me in the doctor's office a couple of months ago, but god, he's pushing 30. I'd never date someone like him." "And nobody else?" "Nobody. Most of the guys our age who stayed here are asshole's friends. Most of them I wouldn't touch. The other ones, well, hell, none of them asked and I'm not going after them." "I guess, but what do you do then? I mean, at college there's all the studying, and there's always a movie or something." "Ask my cousin Joyce how many times we've been to the movies together. Or how many times I've babysat while she and her husband went out. I've been boring and it's boring. It drives me nuts some times." "I guess it would." "So," Jessica said, "If you didn't date, did you take care of things yourself?" "Geez, Jessica," Ben said, blushing. "What kind of a question is that?" "A perfectly frank one," she replied. "And one that I'm pretty sure I know the answer to since you told me years ago that you do it." "Well, so do you," Ben replied. He remembered that conversation. Vividly. "Of course I do," Jessica said, quietly. "I mean, well, you know. You just get that way and you have to do something about it." "I guess," Ben said. "You guess. You know. Sometimes you just have to take care of things. So I do." "I guess I always figured you'd never have to," Ben said. "I mean, unless you wanted to. But that there'd always be some guy willing to, well, you know..." "Yeah, like there's anybody here anymore I would do anything with. I told you, the ones that are still here are all asshole's friends. All the guys I liked...the guy I liked" she said very softly, "went away to college or somewhere else. I've pretty much been alone and having to take care of things by myself for months." Ben heard her, but wasn't quite sure what she meant by 'the guy she liked.' He wondered who that could be. "Rub my shoulders," Jessica suddenly demanded, turning her back to Ben. "What?" "Rub my shoulders -- you know you're good at it and I haven't had my shoulders rubbed in a long time." She pulled her hair around in front of her. "Now, please." "Ok, I guess," Ben said. He was a little surprised, but not displeased. Rubbing Jessica's shoulders, and sometimes her back, was something he'd done for her when they were in high school. But usually it was through her clothes. There was one time when she was wearing her bikini when her mom and dad were out of town. But not many more than that. Tentatively, he put his hands on her bare shoulders and began to squeeze and rub them gently. Her skin was soft and warm. He rubbed a little harder. "Mmmh, that's nice," she said. "I missed your shoulder rubs." "I kind of missed rubbing your shoulders, too," Ben said. "Really?" Jessica asked. "Yeah, really," Ben said, rubbing a little more. They didn't say anything for a few minutes. Ben kept rubbing Jessica's shoulders, and down her back a bit. He kept thinking that he'd forgotten how smooth and soft Jessica's skin was, and how wonderful it felt to touch her. "Thank god for the Internet," Jessica said turning around and breaking contact with Ben. Her shoulder straps had slipped down while Ben had been rubbing her, and she pulled them back into place. "What do you mean?" Ben asked. "I mean," Jessica replied, "There have been nights when I'm really glad that Dad pays for a good Internet connection and that I've got a computer in my room and it's not all that close to Mom and Dad's room." "You look at Internet porn?" Ben was a little shocked. "Not porn, erotica," she said. Ben blushed. "Like you never looked at stuff on the Internet," Jessica said to him. "Umm, yeah," Ben admitted. "So what do you like best?" she asked. Ben looked around. He wasn't sure he wanted anyone else to hear this conversation. But, they were alone. Everyone else was out in front of the houses or down the block at the Waverly's where the grills all were. "You tell me first," he replied. "Well," she said, "I kinda like the first-time stories, and some of the romantic ones. And the ones where people almost get caught in the act. And I like the pictures of the guys." Jessica had always been pretty frank, so Ben wasn't totally surprised at her answer. "Now you tell," she prompted. "Well, he said, I like the first-time stories too, but mostly it just depends on my mood. And I really like when they have pictures of women in their clothes and then out of them. I kinda look for those a bunch." "You mean, the ones where a woman is standing in front of a chair or on a porch or something, just in her regular clothes, and then in the same place, naked?" "Yeah, those," he replied. "I guess it's kind of hot seeing a woman like she looks in public, then seeing her naked in the same situation." "I guess," Jessica said. She was squirming a little. "What else do you like," he asked her. "Like I said, mostly stories. That way I can kind of imagine what the people look like and everything. If I look at a video I like ones with kind of a story. And ones where it seems like the people know and like each other. But sometimes," she said, blushing, "all I want to see is people hooked together...you know," she said almost whispering, "the ones where a man is inside a woman and you can see her kind of stretched open for him." "Jessica, you don't." "Only when I'm really, really horny," she said. "The rest of the time all I really want is something kind of romantic but with people having sex. And sometimes I just want to see pictures of guys with hard cocks. I think about how they would taste and feel inside me and stuff." "Oh," Ben squirmed a little. He felt an erection starting and tried to hide it. "And don't you do the same when you look at stuff?" "Well, I guess so," Ben replied. "I mean, I think about what it would be like to be with some of the women, to see them dressed and everything, and then to watch them undress. Sometimes I like to guess what they'll look like, like, what their nipples will look like and if they shave or anything." "Yeah, I kind of do that to if there's a picture of a guy dressed or not. Like how big his cock is and if the tip is going to be mushroom-shaped or kind of a different color or whatever. With the women, well, I guess I've found out that we're all kind of different." "Yeah, I guess so. I mean some women have small, dark nipples and others have big pales ones, and sometimes you can see a clitoris, or they're just kind of closed up between their legs." "Well," Jessica said with a smirk, "I guess that's kind of true. Some of the vulva stuff depends on how excited they are." "Oh," Ben said. He was definitely getting hard. He wondered if the discussion was affecting Jessica any. "So Ben," Jessica said with a teasing tone in her voice, "Do you shave?" Ben didn't think he could blush any harder. He had, once, a few months before when he'd heard a girl from his dorm say one night, after they'd all been out and been drinking, that she loved shaved cock. He'd gone back to the dorm and locked himself in one of the shower stalls and shaved off all of his pubic hair. But when he'd asked the girl out, she'd turned him down. He felt kind of stupid, and had let it grow back. "Once, but it's grown back now," he told her. "I would have liked to have seen that," she smiled at him. "I just have a little triangle of hair above my clit. I do it for my bathing suit so nothing shows outside the legs. And, just for the record, my nipples are medium-sized and not quite brown." "TMI Jessica," Ben replied. "Nonsense," she replied, more confidently than she felt. Ben's mind was racing. He was trying not to imagine what Jessica looked like nude. He wasn't having much luck. "Ben," Jessica asked, still very quietly, "do you, you know, do you ever think of me when you're, you know..." "Jessica, no!" Ben replied. "Really?" she asked. "I've thought about you. I had this dream once. It was snowing and we had to get off the road and there was only one hotel room left. It was like right out of a movie. We were both kind of shy, but we ended up naked and making love and I remember I had a really big orgasm, and when I woke up I was all wet between my legs, and well, you know, every once in a while it pops into my head when..." "God, Jessica, really?" Ben asked. He wasn't sure if he should be pleased, puzzled or just disturbed. Jessica was his friend. She'd never said anything about feeling that way about him. He couldn't imagine that she'd dreamed about having sex with him, much less that she masturbated to the memory of that dream. "Yes Ben, I do. But I guess you've never thought about me that way," she said, sounding a little disappointed. "Well, I guess I have," he admitted. More times than he ever wanted her to know, he thought to himself. In reality fantasizing about her was the one thing he did the most when he masturbated. He'd imagined her naked in all kinds of positions, doing all kinds of things with him. He was definitely erect now and only hoped that Jessica hadn't noticed. "Good," she said, relieved. She didn't know how he'd react to the story about the dream. She'd never thought about Ben that way before having that dream. After, well, after and especially now that she wasn't dating anyone she thought about that dream a lot. "So do you like the stories when people almost get caught?" she asked him, an idea coming into her head. "I guess," he said. "Some of them are pretty good." "I like the ones when the father almost catches them," she said. "My dad almost caught me and asshole a couple of times. I came like crazy then." She had. They'd been going at it one night in the family room after she'd thought her parents were in bed. Her dad had come down the stairs and gone into the kitchen for something to eat. Thank god they'd turned out the lights and the couch faced away from the open kitchen door. She's just pulled him down tight against her and, once her dad had gone back upstairs, it only took about three strokes before she was orgasming like she never had before. It had happened twice more and every time the orgasm nearly made her pass out. "Geez, Jessica, why are you telling me these things?' "I don't know," she replied. "I'm just in a mood. There's nobody in this town to talk to anymore and all I do is work and then I come home and if I'm alone sometimes I just get online and find a picture of a good looking guy and then read stories and play with myself. I just get so lonely." "Well, I'm home for the summer," he replied. "I know," she said, "but all I do is work, and you know there's nothing to do in this town. I mean, we could go to the movies or take walks and stuff, but you'll just go back to college in the fall and I'll be stuck here, trying to earn money for school. It sucks." "I guess," Ben said, a little sad. He'd never really thought of his town that way. At least, not really. But he also knew that he probably wouldn't be coming back to it after college, other than to visit his folks. And by then Jessica probably would have saved up enough money to at least start radiology school, and he'd only see her at holidays and stuff when he came home to visit his folks. It would never be the same as high school, or even this afternoon and evening. "Ben," Jessica said with a little look in her eye, "Would you do something for me?" "What?" he replied. She had a look on her face he'd never seen before. "Follow me," she said, leading him toward the side door of the house. "Don't let anyone see us." Ben looked around. They were still alone in the backyard. He could hear folks around the neighborhood, but they were alone. Quietly they went into the house. It was pretty much like most of the houses in the neighborhood -- they'd come in through the hall that was kind of a laundry room and walked through the kitchen into the front of the house. There was a family room off to the right that you could get to from the front hall and the kitchen, and a living and dining room off to the left. In all the years he'd known Jessica he'd never been upstairs in her house -- her parents were pretty strict about her not having male friends in her room, even when they'd been little kids. Jessica led him up the stairs that were opposite the front door. At the top of the stairs was a hallway, with doors along it on either side. There were family pictures hanging on the walls. Ben saw that he was in one of them -- it was of Jessica and him and bunch of other kids, all at summer camp. At the end of the hall he could see a bathroom, and about halfway down a door that still had the nameplate on it they'd made in fifth grade art class. He tried to glance into the room as they went past, but the door was closed almost all the way. Jessica grabbed him by the hand and pulled him down the hall towards the bathroom. Next to the bathroom door, at right angles to it, were two doors. One went into her parent's bedroom. The other one looked like it opened into a closet. Jessica pushed it open and pulled them inside. Jessica's Attic It led into a kind of attic room that was over the garage. It wasn't finished -- just plywood on the floor and you could see the insulation in the ceiling. On one side of the room all kinds of old furniture and boxes and stuff were stacked up. On the other side there was an old camping cot and a few more boxes. A window at the end of the room filled it with light. They walked in and Jessica closed and locked the door behind them. "Ben," Jessica said, "This is really bad. But I want a picture of you -- like those pictures you like. And you can have one of me." "You mean?" Ben was really surprised. This wasn't like Jessica at all. But then, the last half hour of conversation hadn't been like Jessica at all, either. "Yeah," she said. "We have to be really quiet. My dad would kill us if he found us up here. And my folks' room is right next to this one, so we have to be real quiet because one of them might come up to use the bathroom or something. But yeah, I think I want a picture of you so when you go back to school and I'm in one of those moods I can look at it and know it's a real person who actually gives a damn about me and then I can think about it and how it would feel and all that. Yeah. So I'll remember the dream better. And you can have one of me and think the same kind of things and maybe even have your own dream. But you can't show it to anyone else, ever. And I can't show yours." "Jessica, I don't know. I mean, who knows what might happen with those pictures? And do you really want; do you really want to know that I'd be, you know, masturbating while I looked at your picture? What if somebody walked in or something? Do you really want to take that risk?" "Yes, Ben, I do. But I know you care about me and I really care about you so we'll put them on a thumb drive or something like that and they'll be the only ones on there and you just have to promise not to show it to anyone and I'll do the same. And if you're masturbating to them that's kind of hot, and I'm sure you'll do it when you're not going to be interrupted, just like I would if I were looking at your pictures and doing that. Come on, Ben. I really want this, but if I think about it too much longer I'm going to get too scared and not do it." "All right, I guess," Ben said. His heart was racing. This was kind of scary and, at the same time, incredibly exciting. Jessica was going to take her clothes off for him? And let him take her picture? So he could have it and look at it and masturbate? She was fumbling with the camera. "I've got to change the memory card. We don't want these pictures mixed up with all the family ones. Can you imagine my mom if she saw a picture of you naked?" "Geez, Jessica." "It was bad enough when she almost saw the pictures of Mrs. Smith and Mr. Abercrombie. I mean, she would have killed me if she thought I'd tried to see them on purpose. And then I thought I'd deleted them all, but there was one left, and for some reason I'd zoomed in and you could see his tongue and...So, yes, we've got to be really careful. But I really, really want this Ben." She really did, she thought to herself. This was the only opportunity she was going to get to see Ben naked, and after the dream she'd had about him it was about all she could ever think about. So, she figured, if she saw him nude, and had a picture of him and everything, then she would know and she wouldn't have to imagine it anymore. And maybe she'd stop thinking about it every time she got even the littlest bit horny. "All right," she said when she got the blank memory card in the camera and had closed it up. "Clothed first. Go lie on your side on the cot. Try to look a little sexy." Ben walked over to the cot and lay down on it on his side. He propped his head up with one hand. "That's pretty good," Jessica said, "but try to look happy about this. And put your knee up and put your hand on it. Remember, I'm going to look at this and the other one and get happy with myself when I'm looking at them." Ben tried to smile. Jessica snapped the picture. Actually, she took a couple. "We want to make sure we have a good one. Afterwards we'll pick and erase all the extra ones." "Ok," Ben replied. He still wasn't so sure about all of this. "My turn," Jessica said, pulling him up off the cot. She got down on it and positioned herself on her side, with one knee up in the air. She nervously pushed her brown hair back over her shoulders. Ben could see a hint of her pink bra in the keyhole of her blouse. Jessica put one hand on her upraised knee. Ben noticed how tightly her jeans were pulled across her crotch. "Stop staring and just snap the pictures," she told him. In a way she was kind of glad he was looking at her body so much. It made her feel good about herself in a kind of perverse way. Anyway, it was just Ben, not some real pervert staring at her in her bathing suit at the pool or when she was playing tennis or something. Ben started snapping photos, trying to get good angles just like she had done. A few minutes later he was finished. Jessica posed silently as he worked. When he was finished, she got up from the cot and spoke. "Ok, now nude. I'm going first." Ben watched, fascinated and trying not to stare as Jessica pulled her blouse up over her head and then put it on a chair next to the cot. Her bra was made of satin, with lace across the top of the cups. There was a little bow in the middle. It was strapless but, he guessed, it must fit pretty well because it didn't look like it was pulled tight around her or anything. "How about a set of strip tease ones?" She smiled. "One piece of clothing off, a picture, then another piece of clothing..." "Jessica, the more pictures we have the more likely one of them is going to get out and cause trouble," Ben said, practically. He desperately wanted a set of pictures like she had suggested, but just knew if he had them something would happen with them that would ruin everything. "Ok," she replied, "I guess you're right." She unfastened her sandals and stepped out of them, then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and stripped them off. She was wearing a pink thong that matched her bra. "Like my ass?" she asked, turning around and giving it a little slap. "Jessica, what's gotten into you?" Ben asked. He really had never seen her this way. "I guess I'm just horny," she replied, turning back to face him. "Ok, now for the reveal -- here goes the bra." She reached around behind her and unfastened the hooks, held it against herself for a moment, and, with a flourish, pulled it away from herself, revealing her breasts. She dropped it on the pile with her blouse and jeans. Quickly, before she could think about it, she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her thong and pulled it off. Ben gasped. He'd always thought that Jessica was beautiful. He'd seen her in just about every kind of outfit a woman would wear, from the formal gown she'd worn to prom through jeans and t-shirts to the bikini she wore when he'd rubbed her naked shoulders and back and once for about an hour at the pool until her mother had shown up and made her change back into a more modest tank suit. But nude, well, in the nude she was stunning. Her eyes were sparkling, half with mischief, half with something Ben had never seen in them before. She had a big smile. Her hair hung down over her shoulders. She brushed it back. Ben glanced down. He couldn't help himself. Jessica's breasts captivated him. They were full and round, and stood out proudly from her chest, not sagging at all. Like she'd said, her nipples were just barely brown, round and high on her breasts, each one pointing up and out. Her waist was slim and her navel, deep and inviting, was centered perfectly just above her hips. Ben's glance moved further down Jessica's body. Her pubic hair, a shade lighter than the hair on her head, was shaved into a small triangle ending just above her clitoris. Otherwise she was shaved smooth. Her skin was tan and smooth and Ben wondered if shed' been tanning in the nude. Jessica stood with her long, slim legs slightly apart, and he could see the curve of her vulva standing out slightly from her body. His glance hit the floor, and for the first time that day he noticed that she'd put red polish on her toenails. His eyes slowly moved back up her body and met hers. He blushed. Surely he hadn't just checked out Jessica like some pervert. It had to only have been a second. In reality it was more like 30. "Ok, Mr. Elevator Eyes," she smiled. "Just take the picture." She got down on the cot and posed just like she had before. Now Ben knew why Jessica had wanted him to pose with his knee up. Her vulva was clearly visible. "Wait, just a second," she said. "I want you to be able to see that I'm excited." "What?" Ben asked, quietly. Jessica began rubbing herself between her legs. "I told you that how a woman's vulva looks depends on how excited she is. I want you to see me excited. So I'm rubbing myself so I'll get aroused and open up." Ben just stared, watching Jessica as her hand moved quickly over her vulva. His erection was pushing against his pants now, and he felt a little uncomfortable. Still, he was afraid to adjust himself in case Jessica thought he was being too big a pervert and called everything off, so he just watched. "There," she said after a minute or so. Ben looked. Where before her vulva was only slightly swollen, and all he could really see was the line where her labia joined, now it was more open and glistening. Her inner labia had swollen and extended. They were dark pink and kind of heart shaped. Where they came together at the top he could see her clitoris peeking out from under its hood. It was a shade darker than the rest of her vulva. "Oh," he said quietly. "Wow." He felt his cock throb. "If you're going to look at my picture and masturbate I want you to know that I'm excited about it. Since pictures don't talk, all I can do is make sure I'm all wet and swollen and," she said, pinching her nipples into erection, "that my nipples are nice and hard too. Now take the picture." Ben held up the camera and focused it carefully. It was all he could do not to throw down the camera and jump on Jessica. He snapped several pictures, each a little different. One focused on her face, another on her breasts, and a couple on her crotch. In between shots she rubbed herself some more and pinched her nipples to make sure they were still erect. Ben felt that what they were doing was perverted, but he was excited as he'd ever been. He kept snapping pictures, some of all of Jessica and few, they discovered later, close-ups of her nipples and her engorged vulva and even a couple of her erect clitoris. After a few dozen clicks Jessica felt like it was enough. She pretty much knew that she'd let him keep all of the pictures they'd taken. She planned on having just as many of him. "Ok, you now," she said brightly, jumping up from the cot. Ben looked up at her. He was a little surprised that she was standing up. "Come out of the artistic stupor, buddy," she said to him. Ben shook his head. It was hardly an artistic stupor -- it was just plain lust. And Jessica wasn't getting dressed, but just standing there, stark naked, her nipples hard and erect and her vulva wet with her juices, holding her hand out for the camera. He handed it to her. "Hurry up," she said. "Strip. We don't want to be gone too long. Somebody might come looking for one of us." Ben slipped out of his loafers and started unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it out of his pants and off his shoulders and arms, then set it down on top of Jessica's clothes. "Nice six pack," Jessica teased. He had been going to the gym regularly at school, and he was in shape, but he was hardly a body builder. It didn't matter. "He has a really nice body," Jessica thought to herself. Nervously, Ben pulled off his socks and then undid his belt and trousers. Looking shyly at Jessica he pulled them and his boxers down in one motion and then stepped out of them. "You've got a nice body, Ben," Jessica said as he put his pants and boxers on top of the pile of their clothes. "And I love your nice, tight little Asian ass." She slapped it. Ben jumped. "Now pose for me," she said, pointing at the cot. "By the way, nice erection, too." Jessica looked directly at his cock. Ben was no porn star, but he did have a nice, thick, not-too-long not-too-short cock. "Bigger than asshole's," she thought, "but not so big that it would hurt." She shivered a little, thinking about what it might feel like inside her. Ben blushed again and Jessica inspected him. He was erect. He couldn't help it. Watching Jessica rub herself had taken care of that. It was hard and, he thought, it wouldn't take much to make him come. "Jessica! Jessica!" Her mother's voice called up the stairs. "Are you in here?" "Be quiet!" Jessica hissed at Ben. She grabbed his hand. "Don't make a sound." They both froze in place, barely daring to breathe. Ben felt his heart going a thousand beats a minute. His erection disappeared. They heard her mother start up the stairs. They looked at each other, frightened. If they were caught here together, naked, taking pictures of each other, they'd never hear the end of it. And probably never see each other again, either. Jessica squeezed Ben's hand. He looked deep into her eyes. "Even if we're caught," he thought, "it's been worth it." They heard footsteps, and saw her mother's shadow under the door as she walked down the hall. They heard a knock, but it was on the bathroom door. "Jessica, are you in there?" Jessica, of course, didn't reply. Her mother spoke again, this time to herself. "I swear, she just disappeared. And I want her to be sure to take a picture of the Klasmuth's and their daughters. They're new and it would be nice to be able to give them some nice pictures from this party" Footsteps went down the stairs. Downstairs, a door closed. Jessica looked at Ben and put her fingers across her lips. She knew her mother hadn't left yet. A few minutes later they heard the toilet flush, the sound of her mom washing her hands, and then a door opening and closing. More footsteps moving around downstairs, and then the sound of the front door opening and closing. They relaxed. "She never leaves the house without using the bathroom first," Jessica said quietly. "That was close," Ben said. "Let's get out of here." "No, I want my picture of you. Get on the cot and pose." "Jessica," Ben whined. It would be hell if they were caught. "Now Ben," she told him, firmly. Ben did as he was told, lying on the cot and putting his knee up like he had done before. "Ok, guy," she said to him. "You know what's wrong with this picture. Do something about it." Ben was confused for a moment, then realized that he was no longer erect. He reached down and started playing with himself, but nothing happened. He was too afraid that Jessica's mom would come back in the house, or even worse, her dad. "I swear, if I didn't know you better I'd think you were doing this on purpose, "Jessica said. "Here, let me help." She put down the camera, moved over to the cot, and pushed Ben's hand away from his crotch. Gently, she took his penis and began to stroke it. "It feels incredible," Ben thought. "Her hands are so soft. And she's touching me. She's stroking me." Stubbornly, his penis refused to respond. "Ben, this is too much," Jessica said. "I want you erect for the picture. So just relax and let me take care of things." "What do you mean?" Ben asked just before he gasped as Jessica put her mouth around his penis and started sucking and licking it. No one, ever, had ever given Ben a blowjob or even got close. And his first one was from Jessica! Her tongue swirled around the head of his penis. He'd never felt anything so erotic and arousing. Focused solely on how her mouth and tongue felt on his penis, Ben stopped thinking about being caught and he felt himself grow and harden. It was incredible. Suddenly he knew he was too close. If she kept it up... "Jessica, stop!" he cried, "I'm too close!" "Good," she said pulling back from him, "I'll remember that every time I look at these pictures." She stepped back and picked up the camera and Ben resumed the pose, trying to make sure he didn't go over the edge and embarrass himself. Jessica quickly snapped several photos, and like Ben had done with her, focusing on different parts of his body. She loved how smooth and strong his chest looked, and especially how his cock jutted from the black curls in his crotch, hard and red and, she remembered, tasting so good -- so masculine. She took more pictures, focusing on different parts of his body and finishing with a couple of just his hard, red cock. She could see the tiniest drop of precum glistening at the tip of his urethra, and she snapped one last picture of just the tip of his cock and that little, clear drop of fluid. "Ok," she said, putting the camera down on a box next to her. "That's that." Jessica sat down next to Ben on the cot. She was excited. She'd lubricated when she rubbed herself, and now, having sucked Ben and taken naked pictures of him, she was even more excited. She took his hands and looked deep into his eyes. Ben looked back, wondering. And then he realized that she wanted him to kiss her, and he leaned forward, and ever so gently, kissed her lips. The kiss lasted only a moment, but it seemed like forever. Ben felt Jessica's breasts pressed against his chest, her nipple pressing against his own, and how soft and warm her skin was, and smelled her soft, citrusy cologne. "Ben," Jessica said quietly, "You're still a virgin, aren't you?" "Ummmh, yeah," he replied. "Ben," she said looking directly into his eyes, "I've never felt the way I do about you like I do right now. Most of it's probably lust. The rest of it, well, I guess it's love. I know I love you, but it's not like I loved the asshole. You're my friend. My best friend. And I want to make love with you right now. I don't think I'll ever feel this way again. I mean, the pictures we took, my Mom almost catching us, being naked here with you right now, feeling your body next to mine. I'm excited. I want you Ben. And I really want to share your first time with you. It should have been both our first times, but I was too stupid to see that. But you're going to be the first person to make love with me that I know really loves me, and that I really love, and I want you so much right now." Ben looked at his friend. He knew if they did what she was asking that things would change. They might never do it again, but they would know, and it would be something they shared. And he thought he might never get a chance like this again, with someone as beautiful as Jessica, and with someone who cared for him like she did. And he was excited, too, and the idea of doing it in her parents' house, when either of them might come in, was kind of exciting, too. But more importantly it was Jessica right here with him, right now, and she was asking him to share himself with her. "Jessica, I love you too," he replied, very quietly. "And I'm excited, and you're incredible, so yes, I do want to be with you." "Good," Jessica sighed. And then a big smile came over her face. "Ok, so not so serious. Sex is supposed to be fun. So smile, because you're not going to be a virgin for much longer. And Ben, before you ask, I'm safe. I started using the patch when, well, you know when, and I'm still on it. I thought about quitting it after, well you know when. And I got myself checked by the doctor when I found out the asshole was sleeping around. But then I thought something might happen, so I didn't stop. See, it's right here on my left hip." She rolled up onto her right leg and showed him the tan birth control patch stuck to her hip. Jessica's Attic Ben smiled. "You are incredible," he told her. "Yup," she said. "So are you. So kiss me, you fool!" Ben did. The kiss was long, slow and deep, their tongues wrestling together, their hands stroking and exploring each other's bodies. Soon they found themselves lying side-by-side on the cot and Ben started kissing down Jessica's body. He licked and nipped at her neck, finding a spot that made her jump a little. He played with it until she made him stop. Gently she pushed his head to her breast, and he slid his tongue over and around it, finally finding her nipple. "Suck on it," she asked, and he did, drawing it into his mouth and worrying it with his tongue. As he mouthed that nipple his other hand gently stroked and squeezed her other breast. "Oh god, Ben, that feels so good, don't stop," Jessica sighed. She tasted, well, Ben didn't know what she tasted like. Like a woman. Her nipple was soft at first, but when he sucked it grew and got firmer. She sighed a little as he licked and stroked, switching his mouth from nipple to nipple, sucking them into erection and then massaging them soft again, and then teasing them hard and erect again. Jessica finally had enough, and pushed his head down. Ben slowly kissed down over her stomach and pressed his tongue deep into her navel, swirling it around and around. "Ben, not there, further down," Jessica pleaded. He kissed further down her body and she spread her legs open for him. He looked closely at her, closely at the first vulva he had ever seen in real life, at Jessica, his friend, and he thought about what it would feel like to be inside her. She smelled warm and musky, and he felt his cock throb. His whole body twitched. She just smelled and looked so wonderful. And it was her, her vulva, her vagina, her clitoris there right in front of him, and she wanted him to kiss and lick it, and more. "Oh, Jessica, you are so beautiful," he said. Jessica smiled, then pressed down gently on his head, and Ben licked at her, softly, up and down and back and forth, tasting her musky arousal. His tongue was soft and wide and she arched her hips up a little so she could feel him better. Softly, gently, Ben pulled Jessica's labia apart, and stared at her vagina. It was red, and glistened with her moisture. He bent his head down and slipped his tongue inside her. "Ben!" Jessica sighed. His tongue was incredible. She felt herself lubricate even more heavily as his tongue slipped in and out of her vagina, and then slipped up and started circling her clitoris. He went on and on, back and forth, and Jessica felt the congestion start to build in her groin that told her she was moving toward orgasm. She let him continue, tongue sliding in and out and over her, flicking gently at her clitoris, her arousal growing stronger and stronger. It was time. "Ben," she said, pulling his head up and away from her, "It's time. I want to feel you. Now. Please." Ben moved up and over her, and kissed Jessica gently. She could taste herself on his lips, and she became even more aroused. His cock pressed at her, then slipped up over her clitoris. "Oh god," she moaned. It felt so good, so right. She reached between them, grasped his cock, and positioned it at her entrance. "Right here, Ben. Here I am." Ben pushed his hips forward and felt himself slide slowly inside her. She was warm and slippery and soft, and he could feel her everywhere on his cock. He pushed forward, and soon he was buried completely inside her, and he could feel her vulva pressed against him and her vagina surrounding and squeezing down around his cock. "You're not a virgin anymore," she said, smiling at him. "I guess not," he replied. It was hard to concentrate...all his body wanted to do was to push hard into her, over and over again. "So, stud, start moving," she told him, and pushed up against him. Ben started stroking in and out of her. Nothing ever before had felt like this, and nothing and nobody else would ever feel this wonderful. He moved slowly, feeling her squeeze around him, pulling almost all the way out and then slowly sliding deep inside her again, until he was pressed hard against her. They started moving more quickly, Jessica's legs wrapped around him, arching herself up to receive his thrusts. He was just the right size, and he felt so good, and she felt so safe with him. She could feel her orgasm start to build as Ben moved into her, over and over again. "Jessica, are you in here?" her father yelled. They froze. Jessica squeezed her legs around Ben, holding him inside her. He struggled for a minute, but she shook her head no and kissed him, hard, so he couldn't say anything. "Jessica!" He was at the bottom of the steps, yelling up at them. She squeezed him tighter with her arms and legs. He was going to catch them! She was scared to death and incredibly aroused all at the same time. Dad was going to walk up the stairs, open the door, and see them, Ben buried deep inside her, her legs wrapped around him, pulling herself up against him. She started trembling. Her orgasm was close. Ben was trembling, too. And then he started getting smaller. "Oh no you don't," Jessica thought to herself. She'd read in a magazine about squeezing down around the man when he was in you, and how that felt really good to him, and she started doing it even more and harder than she had when Ben first slipped into her. Ben's penis responded by swelling back up again. "It feels pretty darn good to me, too," thought Jessica as she felt him grow inside her. "JESSICA!" her dad yelled again. Ben didn't know what to think. Jessica's dad was still yelling, she was holding him tightly and her tongue was pushing inside his mouth and her vagina, well, whatever she was making it do felt incredible. "She's not here," her dad said to someone, probably her mother, Jessica thought. "She must have gone with Ben down to his house or somewhere. Stop worrying about it." The door slammed. Jessica relaxed her grip on Ben, but didn't stop squeezing down on him inside her. "I am so freaking excited," she whispered to him. "If you don't start moving really hard and fast I'm going to kill you." Ben did as he was told. They were safe. Her dad didn't find them. He was making love to the most beautiful woman he knew. And he was getting really close. "I'm getting close," he told her. "Me too, so shut up and keep moving," Jessica replied. Ben responded by pushing harder and faster into her. The both started panting, their bodies moving in rhythm, her hips arching up into him as he pounded into her. Faster and faster they went. Sweat poured from their bodies, soaking the canvas cover of the cot. It started squeaking under them. Jessica's orgasm came first, surprisingly. She'd figured Ben couldn't hold out for too long, that she'd have to have him lick her some more afterwards, but that wasn't going to be necessary. She felt herself move up the long hill and then stop, just at the top. Ben kept pounding into her and she savored the feeling for a moment. "Ben, I'm coming," she sighed as her orgasm began, waves rippling through her, her vagina trembling and contracting. It was wonderful, long and deep and satisfying, her body moving on its own, Ben moving hard and fast inside her. She felt herself sliding down the hill now, the convulsions softening and flowing through her more slowly, everything starting to relax. Then Ben came. Unlike Jessica's orgasm it suddenly was just there. He was feeling incredible, and then the fire just shot up his urethra and he was coming, hard. "Oh god, OH GOD!" Ben was whispering, trying to control himself, but he could barely do it. He kept thrusting, over and over again, searching for more and more friction inside the softest, slipperiest, most wonderful place in the world. Jessica felt him jerking hard and the semen jetting inside her, splashing against the back of her vagina. She held him tight, pulling him hard against her as he thrust again and again, his orgasm forcing his cock deep inside her. It was ten minutes before either of them could say anything. They lay in each other's arms until finally Ben's erection faded, and he slipped out of her. Jessica felt empty for a moment, and then a little trickle of semen spilled out of her and down over her thigh, dripping onto the cot. She pulled Ben to her and kissed him, long and slow and deep. Quietly they got up and gathered their clothes off the floor. The cot was soaked with their perspiration and their fluids. They looked at it and both of them giggled a little. Jessica picked up the camera, took two quick pictures of the cot, then opened the little door on the bottom and slipped the memory card out of it, handing it to Ben. She walked over to the door, unlocked and opened it just a little, listening to hear if anyone were in the house. There wasn't. Quietly, they walked to the bathroom where they cleaned each other and dressed. They slipped out of the house and rejoined the party. "You know," she told him as they sat on the swings in the park at the corner, "you'll have to let me come over when you edit the pictures." "Ummm, yeah, of course," Ben replied, wondering when his folks were going to be out of the house long enough for them to do that. He'd hardly said a word since they slipped out of the house. "Ben, are you ok?" "Yeah, I guess," he replied. He looked around. "I mean that was so wonderful, and I can't imagine any way it could have been better. But, you know, what does it mean for us?" "Ben," Jessica replied, "it means we've shared something special and wonderful and we'll remember it forever. I mean, how many folks almost have a parent walk in on them twice the first time?" "Jessica, it was more than that." "Yes, Ben. It was. It was really, really special. It was wonderful and loving and even a little extra exciting, almost getting caught. But most of all it was us, making love with each other. The way it should be." "What's going to happen to us?" Ben asked. "I don't know," Jessica replied. "But I know this. I love you. You're my best friend, and now we share something extra special that most friends don't get to share. So now we've got that, and that's really important to me." "I love you too, Jessica," Ben replied. "Good," she said. "We've got the rest of the summer to figure out the rest of it. And then, well then we'll know and we'll deal with it."