5 comments/ 64376 views/ 2 favorites The Awakening of Angie By: DekeJeffery I love the bookstore. I love going there, and spending hours at a time. The bookstore that I normally frequent was put out of business when a corporate store moved in and swallowed them up. I grudgingly took my business to the new larger establishment, and eventually felt at home. There were a large number of chairs, couches, and a coffee bar to get a refreshment, and enjoy a book or two. I’ve always had a thing for photography. The ability to capture a moment for all of eternity is a fascinating thought to me. I’ve collected a lot of books on the subject, and my interest has moved to video photography in recent years. So much so, in fact, that I’ve begun to tape my sexual interludes with various women. So far, I have tapes of myself with six different women, with 3 saying ‘no’ to the idea. I’ve never viewed the tapes with anyone other than the woman in any given tape, but none of them know that the others exist, either. I’ve never lied about it to anyone, I just feel that’s information that need not be shared. One Saturday, I’d driven to the bookstore to find a few books on photography. I’d gotten there early enough to gather the books I wanted, and find a comfortable couch to relax on. I’d been there about 15 minutes, when I heard her for the first time : “Is that book any good?” I couldn’t believe how gorgeous she was. She was young, a little over 5 feet tall, with long chestnut brown hair, with a few blonde streaks, and hazel eyes. She had a healthy tan, and a body that would stop traffic. She was incredibly curvaceous. Her breasts were particularly ample, and it was everything I could do to keep from staring at them in awe. She had a mild southern accent that was nothing less than endearing. When she smiled, you could see that she was wearing invisible braces. They even added to her sexiness. “Yeah, it seems OK. I just started looking through it.” “I like photography. I’d love to do that for a living.” “What do you do now?” She sat down in a chair next to me. “I just graduated from high school a few months ago. My family moved here last year, and I’m not really sure what I want to do. I work at a clothing store at the mall.” “Are you thinking college, maybe?” “Maybe. I really don’t know. All I do know is that I need a year to myself before I pursue anything.” I loved to listen to her talk. Her voice was sexy, as well as endearing. “Where are you from?” I asked. “The southern part of the state. My name’s Angie.” I extended my hand, and told her my name. Her skin was soft, like nothing else I’ve felt before. Just looking at her made me hard as a rock. “So, what kind of photography do you like?” I asked. “Nature, I guess. You know…birds, small animals. I also like to take pictures of what you might call ‘still life’ : large rock formations, and so on. What about you?” I thought carefully before I answered. My interests had begun with sports photography. I even sold a few photos taken at high school basketball games to the city newspaper. However, when the idea came to me to videotape my sexual encounters with women, my attention seemed to almost exclusively turn to that. I figured I’d better answer carefully, rather than send this goddess running. “Human interaction.” She didn’t blink. “That sounds interesting. Is it hard to capture?” “Sometimes. I’m always looking for new subjects, and it’s tough sometimes. When you find a good subject, though, you just know, and it’s incredible. It’s also great to relive the experience, later on.” “Maybe I can be a subject of yours, sometime.” I almost came in my pants at the thought of having my way with this little minx. I was in my mid-30s when we met, and I almost felt like a dirty old man. But not quite. “I’d like that a lot, actually. More than you know. It’s been a while since I’ve had a subject who was so…photogenic.” Angie smiled at that comment. She stood up and said, “I’ll be right back.” I watched her walk away. She was wearing a pair of black pants that hugged her body nicely, and a shirt that, even while somewhat conservative still accentuated her breasts. I stared at her ass as she strolled out of sight. I waited for a few minutes, assuming she went to the restroom, or to the coffee bar. After ten minutes, she still hadn’t returned. I wanted to talk to her even more, and at least exchange phone numbers. After thirty minutes, I gathered the books I’d taken to the couch, and stood up. I walked the entire store looking for her, looking in every aisle. She had vanished. I had nothing other than a first name, a body burned into my mind, and the knowledge that she liked photography. I had no choice but to give up. I paid for the books that I wanted, and left. I thought about Angie for days. She even said that she worked for a clothing store in the mall, but with at least a dozen malls scattered all around the city, and at least a dozen clothing stores in each, it wasn’t really logical or feasible to check each one. The only thing I could think to do was to be at the bookstore every Saturday, around the same time, and hope that Angie would return. For five Saturdays in a row, I arrived at the bookstore first thing in the morning. I browsed through books that I had no intent on purchasing. I scanned the store continuously for Angie. Employees must have thought I was scoping the store out for a robbery, I was being so observant. After the fifth week, I swore it off. I thought that it was not meant to be. The week following what I said would be my last, I still couldn’t stop thinking about Angie. She was what every man dreamed of, and had set me on fire just during our brief conversation. Some days, I was so aroused at the thought of her, I’d have to masturbate just so that I could think of something else. She shouldn’t have been that hot; it was almost as if she were the only beautiful young woman in the world, and she was keeping it all to herself. Even though I told myself I’d let it go, I couldn’t. I wanted this girl so badly, that I couldn’t think about anyone else. I vowed to go one more Saturday morning, and then be done with it. I figured if I was meant to see her again, I would, whether it was at the bookstore, or not. Saturday arrived, and like clockwork, I was at the bookstore upon opening. I gathered a few photography books that I had no interest in buying, a couple of magazines, a vanilla mocha, and headed for the couch. A couple of hours passed, and I was feeling almost resentful that she hadn’t shown up. I was about to concede defeat when… “Remember me?” There she was. She was wearing a blue t-shirt, and white pants. She looked amazing. I’d been thinking about her so much, I was almost intimidated by this girl nearly half my age. “How could I forget? How have you been, but maybe more importantly, where have you been?” Angie sat down. “First, I am so sorry that I left so abruptly. I left to get a drink from the coffee bar, because I wanted to talk to you some more, but when I got to the bar, I saw the clock, realized what time it was, and had to leave in a hurry. Otherwise, I would have been late for work. I’m really sorry.” “Don’t sweat it. I’m glad we met up again. Do you have to work today?” “No, miraculously, I have a weekend off. What did you say you did again? I know about the photography, but I didn’t know if that was a hobby or not.” “Strictly a hobby. I work in computer programming.” “Wow! Do you make a lot of money?” Normally, that question might come off as offensive, but she was young, and I also don’t think she meant any harm by it. “I do OK.” By ‘OK’, I meant that I pulled in just under six figures a year. I’m certainly proud that I make a good living, but I’m not comfortable flashing it around. I figure it best to let that go. “How long have you been doing that?” she asked. “Since I was a kid, really. I used to design simple games on my computer when I was young. Younger than you, actually, and it just kind of snowballed from there. I went to college, got a degree, and have had two programming jobs since college. It’s kind of fun, I guess.” “I like computers, but I’m kind of computer-illiterate. I know where to point, and what to click, but if something doesn’t work, I don’t know where to go from there.” She smiled at me, bashfully. “Maybe I can tutor you sometime.” I thought I was being so coy. “I’d like that. Do you remember my name?” “Angie.” I said it without hesitation. She seemed impressed that I remembered. She also remembered my name. “Do you remember where I’m from?” Her southern accent seemed a little stronger when she started talking about her home. “You told me that your family moved here, and that you just graduated from high school. That had to be hard, finishing high school with a bunch of people you don’t know.” “It sucked. My best friends are hours away, and I have a tough time meeting people here. I go to church on Sundays, but everyone there seems like they’re either a little too young or waaay too old for me to hang out with.” “So who do you hang out with, then?” “Well…no one, really. I have a twin sister, but she met someone right after we moved here, and they are always together. I go along sometimes, but I hate being a third wheel.” She has a twin sister. Again, I was immediately aroused almost to the point of ejaculation. Not only was there one of these incredibly sexy women in the world, but there were two. I nearly lost all my bearing. “Twin, huh? Is she as beautiful as you?” “She’s prettier.” My mind couldn’t even comprehend that thought, so I tried to remove it. “Well, I think you’re pretty damn attractive, so that’s my two cents.” Angie smiled bashfully at me again. She smiled in a way that almost implied she wasn’t used to hearing that sort of thing. I found that incredibly hard to believe. “Thanks. So when do I get to see some of your photography?” “I guess that’s up to you. When would you like to?” “What are you doing today?” Smiling, I replied “I’m showing you my photography.” I set my books and magazines on the table next to me, and we both stood up. We left the bookstore, and Angie followed me to my house. We arrived there ten minutes after we left the bookstore parking lot. We got out of our cars, and went inside. Angie looked around at my house. It was two levels, with bed and bath upstairs. My house was admittedly messy, but it wasn’t filthy. “Nice place.” she said. “You’re kidding, right? This place is a mess.” “Well, I’m not saying that it couldn’t use a good cleaning, but I like it! It’s kind of…cozy.” Her eye caught a photo I’d taken at a high school basketball game of a young man dunking over his opponent. I’d had it framed, and put on my wall. “Who is this?” “He used to play at a local high school. He goes to UCLA now. I sold that photo to a newspaper, but I had him autograph the picture, because I thought he might be famous one day. He’s doing OK, I think.” Angie turned her attention away from the photo, and continued to look around the apartment. There was a stack of magazines on the coffee table, a few clothes scattered here and there, and a large plasma TV in the center of the living room wall. She saw various photos of me with different people on my bookshelf. She gravitated toward them. “Is this your family?” “They’re in a couple of the photos. My sister and brother and I are in the larger photo in the center, and then it’s mostly friends.” “Have you ever been married?” “No. I came close once, but I haven’t met the right woman yet.” “Do you mind me asking you all these questions?” “No, not at all.” All I could think about was how badly I wanted to fuck her. Looking at her ass in those white pants, I just wanted to run up behind her, bend her over, and fuck her like a savage. I even considered it, briefly, but that seemed like a bad idea. “So what happened? Why didn’t you get married?” “Sometimes, things just don’t work out the way you expect. I’ll leave it at that.” “Oh, OK. Sorry.” Her accent made her apology seem even more sincere, somehow. Angie continued to look at the photos. She set the frame she was holding back onto the bookshelf, and continued to explore the house. She wandered into my office. I had three computers, and an extraordinary amount of computer equipment hooked up. She also found one of my two video cameras, mounted on its tripod. Cables and wires were spread all over the floor, and some connected to the back of one of my computers. I followed her into the office. “WOW!” she said. “You really are a computer guy. Look at all this stuff! My computer is so slow, it’s sad, and I don’t have nearly this kind of equipment. What’s it all for?” “Some of it is work-related, and some is just for fun.” Angie then noticed videotapes on the floor, all of them labeled with names. TAMMY. ANDREA H. ANDREA B. “What are these?” I had to think quickly. When she walked back here, it hadn’t dawned on me what was lying out. “Those are projects I’m working on for some friends.” “Is it the human interaction stuff you talked about?” “Yes.” “Can we watch them? I want to learn more about it. It sounds interesting.” “Not right now. They’re still works in progress. I’m still in the process of transferring these to DVD from video. I’d rather show you a completed project, or get you to participate in one.” “That would be great!” You have no idea, I thought to myself. Her huge breasts were slightly illuminated by the glow of the monitor. How can this girl not know that she’s a knockout? “Do you mind if I check my email?” she asked. “I’ll just be a minute. I don’t have a hi-speed connection at home.” “Sure, help yourself. I’ll get us something to drink.” What I really wanted to say was, “Want to go upstairs and fuck?” I wanted this girl so badly. I’d never felt such a lack of control of my own thoughts as I did with this girl. I fetched two sodas from my fridge, and returned to the office. Angie spun around in her chair. “You’re nice to me.” I wasn’t expecting that comment. “What brought that on?” “You just are. You welcomed me into your home, you’ve made me feel at home, you’re just nice to me. I like it here.” I wasn’t sure what to say at that point. “Before I ask what I’m about to ask, I want you to know that I like you too, a lot. What would your parents think of you being here right now?” “To be honest, I don’t think they’d care. They don’t seem to care about much that I do or say. Since we moved here, I feel like I’m invisible. Some days, I think I could shout in my parents’ face, and they wouldn’t hear me. You’re the first person who has listened to me in weeks, and I haven’t even said anything that important.” I sensed a friendship forming between us. She smoothed her long brown hair back while she was talking. Her perfume was sweet, feminine, and intoxicating. Her eyes displayed an innocence about her, but that did not make me want her any less. If anything, it made me want her even more. “Tell you what. You’re welcome here anytime you like. I get off at 5 every day, and I’m home by 6, normally. I’m usually off on weekends. Drop by anytime you like, and we can do…whatever.” Angie’s face lit up as if she’d made her first friend. “I’d love that! Thank you!” Weeks went by, and Angie became a regular at my house. She would stop by on random evenings, and some weekends. We would go to movies, to the bookstore, or go for ice cream. Sometimes, we would just stay in and watch TV, find funny things on the internet, or listen to music. Angie had earned my trust, and I eventually had a key made for her, so that she could let herself in, even when I wasn’t home. I would come home to Angie a couple of times a week. Her schedule at her job was irregular, and she never worked the same hours in consecutive weeks, so I never knew when I would arrive home to find her there. Sometimes, she would be watching TV, reading magazines on the couch, or taking a nap. She had even decided one day that she would clean my house. She arrived early on her day off, and began to clean up, organizing as best she could. She did an outstanding job, and I have to admit that I really enjoyed the days that I came home to her. One time I came home, and heard water running. She was upstairs in my shower. I didn’t mind this at all, but the thought of this young, perfectly shaped woman naked in my shower, waiting to be taken, was overwhelming to me. I thought about the water beading on her tanned skin. I thought about her caressing herself all over, paying particular attention to her large breasts, and her pussy. I considered running into the bathroom, jumping in the shower while fully clothed, and taking her. Again, I decided against it. I ran downstairs, and in my half-bath, I masturbated quickly. I wanted to fuck Angie more than ever. We had never had much physical contact, outside of a good night hug, but that contributed to my longing. One evening, we went to the bookstore together. I grabbed a couple of books to thumb through, and Angie gathered several women’s magazines to look at. One of the magazines had a shapely blonde model on the cover, her breasts and pubic area strategically covered by her hands. Angie sat next to me, and began to read the magazine. “That is just sexy.” I said. Angie looked up at me and said, “What?” “The model on the cover, and the pose they captured her in. That’s good photography.” Angie looked at the cover again, examined it for a moment, then turned to me and asked, “What is sexy to you?” “Sexy is that extra, intangible something that someone has that can’t be purchased, explained, or developed. Someone is either sexy, or they are not. I think a woman can be beautiful, but not sexy. ‘Sexy’ is when you can look at someone, at get aroused just at the sight of them.” “Wow.” Angie replied. She thought about it for a moment, and then asked me, “Do you think that I’m sexy?” “Angie, you are the sexiest woman I know. I thought that when we first met months ago sitting exactly where we are right now.” “Then why don’t guys like me?” “What do you mean?” “I’ve never told you this, but…I’ve never been kissed. I feel like I live in my twin sister’s shadow.” “What about when you were in school?” “It just never happened. Sometimes I think back, and I think that I just wasn’t ready. I went to prom, and dances and that kind of thing, but every time a guy made a move on me, I pulled away. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was my braces. I’m not sure.” She paused for a minute, staring at nothing in particular. I, however, was staring at her tanned, smooth, toned legs that the mini-skirt she wore that evening showed off. “Angie, I don’t know what the problem is. I’ve only known you for a little while, but I do know that I love hanging out with you, talking to you, and just as much, I love to look at you.” Even though I meant everything I was saying, she had no idea how much I still thought about how badly I wanted to fuck her. She smiled widely, showing off her braces whether anyone liked it or not. She had no idea that I was thinking about taking her on the couch where I sat. A few days later, I got off from work early, and headed home. Angie’s car was parked outside. I parked my car, walked inside, and heard the television on. I walked into the living room, and I found Angie sitting on my couch, watching my tape with Andrea B. A wave of fear ran through me, and I felt as if I’d never have her now. I also felt slightly angry, because I trusted her. Knowing her the way I do, though, I know it wasn’t meant in a sneaky way. She probably would have asked me at some point, face to face. Angie was innocent in many ways, and I thought that if she viewed these explicit tapes of me with other women, she would lose interest in me. The Awakening of Angie She looked as hot as she always did. She wore a hot pink shirt and blue jeans. She looked at me long enough to say “Hi.” “Hi. Why are you watching these?” “I was cleaning your office, and these were on the floor. I wanted to see what they were.” She didn’t even look at me when she answered me, she was completely focused on the screen. “Is this what you meant when you told me you filmed human interaction?” I felt it was time for truth. “Yes. I have tapes of myself with six different women.” “I know, this is the fourth one I’ve watched. Can I tell you something?” “Yes.” “These are really good. Not only are they filmed well, but they also are incredibly hot.” She paused for a minute, then said, “You also seem to know what you’re doing.” I found a small amount of humor in the fact that she was watching the tapes with a photographer’s eye. I sat my things down, and removed my shoes. I then sat on the couch across from her. I wasn’t quite sure what to say, and there was an increasingly awkward silence. Angie abruptly broke the silence. “How many people have seen these tapes?” “Counting yourself?” Angie nodded, her eyes still locked on the screen. “Three people have seen each tape. Myself, the woman in each tape, and now you.” Angie looked almost mesmerized by the action on the screen. In what was an awkward moment, the grunts and moans coming from the TV seemed incredibly loud. Angie didn’t seem to mind. She watched the tape for several more minutes. She finally turned to look at me for the first time since I first walked in. “What is sex like?” she asked. I was stunned for some reason. I’d learned a lot about Angie since we met, but sex was a topic that I avoided. I’m not sure why, because I thought about fucking Angie 24/7. “Let me answer a question with a question. This is kind of personal, OK?” Angie nodded. “Have you ever masturbated?” Again, Angie nodded. “Did you enjoy it? I guess the better question is, did you come?” Her answer was a shy ‘yes’. “OK, imagine that feeling times 1000, and you’re sharing that feeling with someone else, or sometimes, more than one person. It’s the most incredible thing that you can imagine. So incredible, that I can’t even put it into words, really.” Angie pondered my answer for a minute, then asked me point blank: “Do you want to have sex with me?” “Since the moment we met.” “Why?” “Because I think you’re beautiful. I look at you, and I get hard. I think about you, and I get hard. I’m around you, and I want to have sex with you. I imagine you naked. I think about the time I came home, and you were in my shower. I wanted to jump in with you. Instead, I ran down here and jacked off in my half-bath.” “What about my age? Does that bother you?” ”Are you kidding? It’s irrelevant to me, Angie. It’s a non-issue.” Angie sighed. “What you’re saying really means a lot to me, you know? It just seems like my twin gets all the attention from guys. She has always had guys around her. Me? I don’t know…” “Angie, you are a knockout in every sense of the word. There’s not a man in the world who wouldn’t want to have you.” She looked at me with a little sadness in her eyes. “Remember that I’ve never even been kissed.” It’s now or never, I thought. I’ll either get what I want, or she’ll walk away forever. I felt like I had to take the chance. “Until now.” I moved to the other side of the couch, and for the first time outside of my fantasies, my mouth tasted hers. The smell of her was out of this world. I placed my hand on her side, and pulled her closer to me. She hesitated for a moment, but then I felt her finally kiss me back. I was compelled to touch her skin. I moved my hand beneath her shirt, and felt her side. The more time that passed, the more and the harder I wanted to fuck her. I broke our kiss for a moment to look at her reaction. She was smiling at me. She looked at the screen again, still broadcasting my escapade with Andrea, then turned back to me to ask, “If we have sex, do you want to videotape it, too?” I had been with many women before, of different races, backgrounds, and sexual preferences. One thing I’d never been with before was a virgin. Again, it felt like I was rolling the dice, but I was honest. “Yes, I’d love to record us together.” “Promise me that no one else will see the tape.” I raised my right hand in the air. “I swear to God, nobody but you or I will ever see the tape.” I meant it, too. Angie nodded her approval. “OK.” I stood up and took her by the arm. I led her upstairs to my bedroom. That I knew of, she had never been inside my bedroom, even though it was connected to my bathroom. There was a lot of floor space, an armoire, some framed photography, and a walk-in closet. In the center of the room, against the wall, was my king-sized bed, covered in blue sheets. “Are you nervous?” I asked. “A little.” She paused and then uttered, “butterflies” touching her stomach. “Don’t be. But do know that I want this more than you can imagine.” That seemed to set her at ease, for some reason. I let go of her hand to walk to the other side of the room. In a corner near the bed was the second of my two video cameras. I pulled it out, and placed it in the spot I normally set my camera for recording my bedroom memories. I heard Angie climb on the bed behind me. “I want this, too. With you.” I stopped what I was doing to look at her. I smiled at her, glad that she wasn’t giving in to any sort of pressure. My eyes studied her body up and down as she sat on the bed, resting on her hands. Even the way she sat was sexy. I finished the adjustments on the camera, inserted a new tape, and started recording. I looked at Angie after I pressed ‘record’, and she smiled. “Are we on?” “Yep.” I climbed on the bed, and moved to her. She laid back, ready for me. She wrapped her arms around me as I moved in to kiss her again. We both rested on our sides, and I pulled her as close to me as I could. I started grinding my crotch into hers, giving her a preview of what was about to unfold. She placed her leg on top of mine, in essence answering me that she wanted what I was offering. I pulled at her shirt and began to remove it. I lifted it over her head, tossing it to the floor. I began to unhook her bra. Still pressed against her, I could feel the skin from her cleavage against my chest. I unhooked her bra, but before tossing it to the floor, I opened one eye, and held the bra where it was visible to me so I could read the tag. 34DD. For a gal who might have weighed 110 pounds dripping wet, her breasts were nothing short of awesome, and I’d only seen them covered by her clothing. I looked at her bare breasts for the first time. I wanted to devour them. I wanted to come all over them. She had no tan lines at all. I looked at her and asked, “You mean to tell me that no man has ever had the pleasure?” “They’re all yours, bay-bee.” Her accent drew out the word ‘baby’. I buried myself face-first into her tits. I started to suck her tits so hard, I thought I might pass out from lack of oxygen. Her leg wrapped back around me, and she pulled my head as far into her chest as she could. I heard her make her first moan of ecstasy. I could feel her kissing the top of my head. Occasionally, I would look up, and see Angie’s head tilted back, enjoying the moment. She began to pull my shirt over my head. I stopped sucking her breasts long enough to get the shirt off, then I was back on them, my eyes never leaving them My hands began to move down her smooth, flat stomach, and to her pants. I unsnapped her jeans, and began to slide her zipper open. Her breathing was accelerating, minute by minute. I began to remove her jeans, still focused on her breasts. I looked up at her again, and noticed she was looking at the video camera. I started to say something, but just as I was about to remove my mouth from her nipple, she looked away from it. She closed her eyes again, panting and moaning. I slid my hand inside her panties. I felt her pubic hair on my fingertips, and then moved my hand even further down. I felt the heat and moisture on my hands as I touched her pussy for the first time. Her body shook when I located her clit. I began to massage it for her, gently. ”Mmm. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” I loved listening to her get off, but I loved even more the fact that I was the one doing it to her. I stopped sucking her tits to look at her. ”Unbutton my pants” I ordered her. Looking into my eyes, her hand reached to my crotch. She felt for the buttons in a passionate panic. She located the button, unsnapped it, and began to reach inside for my cock. I asked her while continuing to massage her clit, “Have you ever touched a dick before?” She shook her head. I informed her, “Touch mine.” She reached inside my pants, her breath still heightened. She touched my hardened cock, which was waiting for her. “Pull it out.” She unzipped my pants, still getting off on my finger, and pulled out my cock. She was stroking it gently. I reached down to kiss her again, but as she moved up to meet me, I pulled my lips away. She tried to move forward again, I dodged her again. She smiled at me, and continued to stroke me lightly. Suddenly, and without warning, I slid my finger inside of Angie’s wet pussy, began to thrust, and said to her through gritted teeth, “You’re gonna suck this dick, and suck it GOOD! Do you hear me?” Angie rolled on her back, yelled out with passion, eyes closed. “OH GOD!” she yelled. She began to grind her hips on my finger, pulling myself deeper inside her. I continued to thrust as I began to suck her breasts again. I forced my hand as deeply inside of her as I could, and stopped thrusting long enough to wiggle it around inside of her. I saw her open her mouth in a huge smile of approval, but also likely to take in more air. I watched her face, as my mouth alternated between her nipples, and I imagined shoving my cock in her mouth. “Do you like it?” I asked. “YES…Oh…God…yes!” I pulled my finger out of her, and brought it to my mouth to taste her sweet juices. I then held my finger in front of her mouth, and said “Open.” She opened her mouth, and began to suck on my finger hard. She seemed to love the taste of herself. I began to slowly thrust the finger in and out of her mouth, giving her an idea of what was yet to come. After a minute or so, I stopped, and slid down to remove her jeans. She began to wriggle out of them for me. I looked up at her, and she was watching me intently. Her breasts were heaving up and down with the air she was rapidly taking in and out of her lungs. Her head rolled over to look at the video camera again. She seemed to be fascinated that she was the star of this show. I didn’t want to tell her to stop looking, but I also wanted the entire video to be somewhat natural. I removed her jeans, and threw them to the floor. I quickly moved back up to her crotch, and firmly bit the inside of her thigh. I looked at her as quickly as I’d bitten her, to see her turn her head away from the camera, and sound out her approval. I could smell her sex now, and wanted her more each minute. I took her pink cotton panties in my teeth, and began to remove them. My chin brushed past her slit as I did, and I let go of her panties for a moment to stick my tongue near it, just to let her know what I had in mind. She gasped, and her body tensed as my tongue teased her. I removed her panties, and dropped them from my mouth. I began to kiss and lick my way back up her legs. I watched her watching me from the top of my bed. I also got my first glimpse at her pussy. It was beautiful. Nothing and no one besides Angie herself had ever seen or touched it before, and I was about to put my tongue inside of it. Her body was quivering with anticipation, as she anticipated what she was about to experience. I reached her slit, and rubbed my face all over it. I could hear her moaning with delight. Very slowly, I began to slide my tongue inside it in an attempt to tease her out of her mind. She began to grind her pussy all over, trying to force my tongue inside of her. I put my arms underneath her legs, positioning my hands on her breasts. I began to massage them as my tongue penetrated her, and began to probe around inside of her. “OH GOD, BAY-BEE!” she cried out as she felt someone eating her pussy for the first time. It tasted so good, and I felt the heat emanating from between her legs. I began to probe her even faster. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah…feels so good, bay-bee!” I located her clit, and began to tickle it with my tongue. I took one hand from her breasts, and slid two fingers inside of her, and began to finger fuck her in jackhammer like fashion. I pinched her nipples firmly with my remaining hand, while the other slammed in and out of her tight, wet pussy, preparing it for me to let my cock do the same thing. Her entire body convulsed, as her long-dormant sexuality began to awaken. I stopped long enough to tell her, “Say ‘eat my pussy’”. “Eat my pussy.” She said it, but it was very quiet, and almost humble. “NO!” I shouted, slamming my hand inside of her even faster. “Louder!” “Eat my pussy!” “That’s it. I’m going to stop.” I stopped finger fucking her, but I left them inside of her. “You don’t want this.” “OH, GOD, BAY-BEE, EAT MY FUCKIN’ PUSSY!!!” With that, I buried my face back into her crotch, and began to suck on her clit. I began finger fucking her again, this time sliding a third finger in her. I began to thrust them steadily, but aggressively. The scents of both her perfume and her sex, as well as the sound of her passionate shouts filled the air. I stopped thrusting, and began to wiggle my fingers around inside of her soft, warm, wet treasure. She writhed around on the bed, looking down at me. She began bouncing up and down on my fingers and my face. I felt her inner thighs tense up next to my head. “Oh, bay-bee…I think I’m going to…OH GOD!!! AAAAAHHHH!!! AHHHH!!! UUNNNGGHHH!!!!” Angie shouted out loudly as she had her first orgasm given to her by someone other than herself. I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, still inside her as she came. When she stopped, I jumped off of the bed, and removed my pants and underwear quickly. I climbed back on the bed, and mounted her so that my cock was dangling in front of her mouth. “Suck my cock, Angie.” Without a second thought, she took my hard dick in her mouth. I leveraged myself above her, using the headboard, and began to fuck her mouth. Her hands held my ass, and stroked up and down my legs as I started to thrust. She looked up at me for a moment, and then closed her eyes again, sucking her first cock. I remembered how often I’d caught her looking at the camera. “Look at the camera, Angie.” She rolled her head over to look, never removing my cock from her lips. Her eyes looked right at the lens. “Do you like knowing that we’re filming you suck your first cock?” “Mm-hmm” was the only response I got from her. I started to fuck her mouth again, making sure I forced it as deeply as I could. I couldn’t stand it any longer, though. As great as her mouth felt, it was time to let Angie experience her first dick inside her. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and positioned myself between her legs. I spread them as wide as I could. Before me was a young, nubile, girl with an incredible body, huge breasts, and a warm pussy waiting for me to slide inside of it. So I did. After months of wanting, longing, fantasizing and frustration, I was finally fucking Angie. “OH GOD!” she cried out as I entered her. Her breathing heightened again as I began to thrust. Even after loosening her with my fingers, her pussy was incredibly tight, and it wrapped around my cock nicely. I fit inside her like a glove, and it felt amazing. I loved watching her huge, natural breasts bounce as I pumped inside her. I loved listening to the sounds of my dick pounding against and inside her. I loved hearing the sounds she made as I continued to thrust. “Do you like my dick?” “Ugh, ugh, ugh, yes, ugh, ugh…” “I SAID, DO YOU LIKE MY DICK??!” “OH, GOD YES, BAY-BEE!” “You came here to get fucked today, didn’t you?” “Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh…” “DIDN’T YOU!?!” “YES!” “SAY IT!” “I came here to get fucked! Ugh, ugh, ugh!” “LOUDER!” “I CAME HERE TODAY TO GET FUCKED!!!” I loved watching her tan breasts bounce. I looked down to see my cock slamming in and out of her, over and over again. I was covered with her juices. She was now holding her legs up in the air, underneath her knees. Again, her eyes wandered over to the video camera. I liked the fact that she seemed fascinated with being on tape during all of this. “Turn over. Get on your knees” I told her. I pulled out long enough to get her to sit up, and turn over on all fours. “Face the camera.” She turned her body to do so, and I grabbed her hips, and shoved myself back inside of her, and started pumping again. She was positioned so that she was looking directly at the lens now. “Oh yeah” she uttered as I re-entered her. I slapped her smooth ass as I was thrusting. I could see the sides of her breasts hanging down and bouncing as I pumped. Her tan body was at my disposal. “Look at the lens” I ordered her. “Say, ‘All I care about is getting fucked’.” “All I care about is getting fucked!” “LOUDER, GODDAMMIT!!!” “ALL I CARE ABOUT IS GETTING FUCKED!!! OH GOD…” She dropped to her elbows, and began to massage her clit while I was ramming her from behind. I smacked her ass again just to let her know I was in charge, at the moment. As a further reminder, I slid my thumb in her ass which emitted an “Oh yeah” from her. I felt my cock about to burst. I pulled out of her quickly and ordered Angie to roll on to her back. She flipped over, and I released what felt like an endless amount of sperm onto her heaving breasts. She squeezed them together nicely so that she could collect every drop that landed on her. “Come here” she told me, motioning with her hand, but staring at my cock. I moved toward her, and she took it into her mouth, sucking it gently. I stroked her long brown hair as she finished me off. “How did you know to do that? I thought this was your first time.” “It is. I watched your videos, remember? I know what you like.” Angie had seen me come in a couple of women’s mouths on tape. She was clearly an attentive student. Her breathing was finally beginning to slow down. “That was amazing. Is that what sex feels like every time?” “No. Sometimes it’s even better.” A couple of nights later, Angie came back over to my house. When she let herself in, she found me in my office, transferring our experience to DVD. She had a bag from a local electronics store in one hand, and some paperwork in the other. ”Hi.” “Hi there. Whatcha doin’?” “Working on that human interaction project I was telling you about. You’re now a part of it.” I smiled and winked at her when I said that, because the images from our first time together were clearly visible on the computer monitor. I chuckled when I said, “I can’t believe how many times you looked right at the camera lens.” Angie smiled back at me, as she set the bag down. She was wearing a white blouse, almost see-through, and khaki pants. “I couldn’t help it. I loved being the star in your show.” She paused, and then said, “My twin asked me what I was so happy about today. I think she knows.” “Did you tell her?” “No. She doesn’t need to know anything yet. I’ll tell her, when the time is right.” I was increasingly impressed with Angie’s maturity. I nodded my head towards the arm with the paperwork. “What’s that?” I asked. "Brochures and applications from a couple of local colleges. I think it's time to look into it. Maybe an arts program, with a concentration on photography." She smiled at me as she said it. The Awakening of Angie "And the bag?" I asked. She began to unbutton her blouse as she moved towards me. Her cleavage was revealed, and I was instantly aroused. After wanting Angie for so long, I finally got to have her. However, my thirst for her body wasn't quenched; it was only multiplied. “I bought a dozen videotapes today," she said. "I like this little project, and I have a lot that I’m ready to learn.” I stood up, and took the bag in my hand, then pulled her close to me. I loved the smell of her, and I was about to enjoy the taste and feel, as well. Again. I began to grind my hardened crotch into hers. “I agree," I said. "I think we should go work on this project some more right now.”