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Nature of Erotica

By: drteetho



Please enjoy this, my entry into the 2014 Nude Day Contest.

*

"Christopher!" Evelyn yelled after I picked up the phone and said hello.

She only called me Christopher when she was upset or angry. That fact, combined with the timing of the call -- late at night on a weekday -- and her tone of voice, told me that my neighbour and very good friend had very serious business to discuss.

Still, I couldn't help myself. "What's up, Evie?" I cheerfully asked, using my favourite nickname for her, one that I came up with many years ago.

"Not now, Christopher! I'm NOT in the mood."

I gulped. "OK, Evelyn. I understand, and I apologize. What's on your mind?"

Evelyn sighed. "No, Chris, I should apologize to you. I shouldn't have snapped at you like I did. I'm just... I'm really at wit's end right now, and I don't know what to do."

"Don't worry about it. What do you need?"

"I need you to talk to Tamara."

I covered the receiver with my hand so I could let out my groan without Evelyn hearing me.

Tamara was Evelyn's daughter and only child. Soon before Tamara's birth, her biological father, the guy who got Evelyn pregnant, decided he didn't want to be a part of their lives anymore. He ran out on the two of them the first chance he got.

Which was fine by me. That bastard was lucky to run away when he did. Evelyn told me about all the shit he pulled on her, including screwing every new secretary at his office he could get his grubby little hands on while blaming her for getting pregnant. The asshole claimed he never wanted kids, but everyone who knew the story knew his claim was an out-and-out lie. At the end of it all she was more than ready to kick his ass into next week, and she definitely would have done so if he hadn't fucked off. And I would have made damned sure I finished the job.

Evelyn and I are next-door neighbours, and we've been so for almost twenty years. We live in a small subdivision just to the south of our city's downtown block. The neighbourhood is comprised of old war-time houses. The houses are small but they offer more than enough space for a single person like me, and a two person family such as Evelyn and Tamara could also live in one comfortably.

The community as a whole has always been great. People took the time to get to know each other. We all regularly invited each other over for summer barbecues and holiday parties. We also looked out for one another, helped each other with our various home renovation projects, and in more serious times we assisted each other in times of need. As a result I have become good friends with nearly all of my neighbours.

I developed a rapport with Evelyn in particular, especially during and after all the nastiness with her scumbag ex. I commiserated with her and made sure others in the neighbourhood did whatever they could to help her deal with the combined burden of raising a young child and working to support the two of them. This was never a problem. Many neighbours were more than willing to assist because Evelyn and her daughter were, and still are, very well-liked in the community.

In return, Evelyn has always been there for me to help me when I was down. She has been a constant source of support and someone I could talk to about anything, whether it be minor problems at work or more serious issues, like my failed efforts at finding love.

Those failed efforts, unfortunately for me, were numerous.

I attracted women easily enough. I definitely had the desire and the (ahem) proper means to please women sexually. At the risk of sounding too egotistical, no woman I was with ever complained I was lousy in the bedroom.

It was all the other stuff that proved to be the downfall of these relationships.

Sometimes it was the woman's fault. Often enough it was mine. Other times... well, I don't know anymore. Chalk it up to bad luck, fate, karma... whatever the hell you want to call it.

Eventually, I tired of spending so much energy looking for love and getting nothing but burned in the end. The fallout from all the abortive attempts left me an avowed bachelor. I became accustomed to and enjoyed the freedoms of being single, and I had long since accepted my lot in life.

Many people over the years asked why Evelyn and I never became a couple. I have spent a lot of time thinking about why this is the case, and my answer now is the same as it's always been.

I have no idea.

She's certainly a very pretty woman, and I've never been shy in telling her so. In return she has complimented me on my looks many times. I suppose with everything we went through, it caused me to be so wrapped up in either helping her with her problems or seeking solutions for mine that I never took the time to think of her in romantic terms.

We came to a definitive conclusion on this topic on a Saturday many years ago, when Tamara was at a friend's sleepover birthday party. We polished off a couple of bottles of wine and discussed many things well into the night. When the subject of our relationship came up, I explained to her how I felt, and she told me she felt the same way I did. For similar reasons to mine, she never thought of me as a potential romantic interest. We were just friends; very good friends, but nothing more than that.

And we were OK with that arrangement.

Evelyn did go on dates of her own, but for the most part she decided to forego her own needs and desires for companionship in order to focus on raising her daughter. She took on what I consider to be the most difficult responsibility anyone could ever have; being a single parent. She handled it so well, and really did a great job raising Tamara.

Even more remarkable was her doing so without much assistance from the rest of her family. It wasn't that they didn't care. The problem was Evelyn's path in life had taken her well away from her hometown, where her parents and siblings still lived, all the way on the other side of the country. Other than making a few special visits to provide her temporary relief, and sending their love and support via phone, e-mail and the occasional delivery of care packages, there was little they could do to help.

As I mentioned my neighbours and I pitched in when we could, but all we could reasonably do for Evelyn was offer moral support, a sympathetic ear and occasional babysitting services. Realistically, she relied almost exclusively on herself to raise her daughter.

Despite those challenges, Tamara grew up to become a good, well-adjusted young woman. That she did so was a real credit to Evelyn's love and determination to do right by her.

I was the closest thing to a father figure Tamara had, and I tried my best to use that status to help her in whatever ways I could. It was a privilege to watch Tamara grow up. She turned nineteen in March, just a month ago. The occasion of her birthday celebration made me wonder where the years went. She chose to stay at home because the university in town had everything she wanted, including almost all of her closest girl friends from high school who had also chosen not to leave the nest just yet.

Tamara really was a sweet kid. She was intelligent and hard-working, yet also knew how to cut loose and have fun when the time was right. She had a way of asserting herself and letting her independent spirit shine through without being mean or disrespectful.

In her later teen years Tamara used that independent spirit of hers to test her mother's boundaries. Sometimes Evelyn handled it well, but other times it really got to her.

Lately, the two were clashing more often. Evelyn tried to clamp down on her daughter's increasingly challenging behaviour, invoking the "my house, my rules" parental clause, while Tamara really wanted to experience life and the freedoms promised to youth by the world.

More and more I was being asked to intervene in these disputes. It was necessary, I guess, given my role in their lives, but I didn't feel comfortable doing so because I knew no matter whose side I chose, there was a better than average chance the "losing party" would be upset with me.

Choosing a side wasn't always easy, either. Sometimes Evelyn was overly protective of her daughter, sometimes Tamara needed to calm down and recognize her mother had her best interests at heart and, quite frankly, knew better than her. Sometimes both were true at the same time.

I had managed to help the two keep the peace so far, but sometimes it was a close-run thing.

"What does Tamara want this time?" I asked Evelyn as I tried to stop living in the past for now and focus on the present. In truth, I wasn't expecting this to be much ado about anything. I was sure Evelyn would respond with some minor request from Tamara that was causing both of them to needlessly overreact.

Was I ever wrong.

"She wants to do a porn shoot."

I nearly dropped the phone in shock. That was way beyond anything Tamara had ever asked for, and probably the last thing I expected Evelyn to say.

Even worse, a dark part of my brain was reminding me of a relevant fact, one that wasn't helping me to deal with this revelation. "Tamara is fucking gorgeous!" it whispered to me in a gleeful voice choked thick with lust. 

Tamara was the same height as her mother, at 5'10", taller than average for a woman. She also shared the same hair colour as Evelyn, a rich cocoa brown, but where her mother had long since cut hers short and sensible, Tamara's hair cascaded in waves down past her shoulders. The look of warmth usually found in her hazel eyes matched her friendly persona, but they also had the ability to sparkle with seductive mischief.

She was very active and fit, starring in a number of sports in high school before concentrating on volleyball in university. Over the last couple of years she developed sensuous curves in all the right places. Her ample breasts sat high and proud on her chest, and the swaying of her ass was enough to hypnotize any straight man that had the pleasure of walking behind her.

In short, she was a healthy, beautiful specimen of young woman.

And lately, she wasn't being shy in advertising that fact to the world. 

I need to be clear here. It would be both grossly unfair and grossly untrue to say Tamara was dressing or acting in any way like a slut. I would have been enraged to hear anyone say so.

It was very fair, and very true, to say that, lately, her skirts and dresses were shorter, her jeans and shirts were tighter, her swimsuits changed from one-pieces to bikinis, and more soft skin and tempting cleavage were put on display.

I wasn't sure if Tamara was doing anything purposely to attract my attention. It didn't really matter, because without even trying she was enticing me way too much. I had trouble thinking coherently when I was in her presence. I can't count the number of times I pictured her body pressed against me as I took her...

"Chris?" I heard Evelyn ask. "Are you still there?" I had to shake my head to clear these inappropriate thoughts from my mind.

"Sorry," I said. "It's just... wow, you stunned the hell out of me."

"How do you think I felt?!" she retorted. I could only guess.

"Is... is this a joke?" I asked. "Please, Evie, please tell me this is a joke."

"God, I wish!" Evelyn answered. "It's not, though. She's serious about this. I really need you to talk to her and help her change her mind. She seems bound and determined to go through with it, but I can't let it happen. I mean, only bad people run these kinds of operations, right? She could get into all kinds of trouble with booze and drugs before she knows what hit her. She could get forced or blackmailed into doing more shoots and more degrading, filthy acts. I can't even think that my baby could... god, I'm so worried, Chris!"

Evelyn sounded on the verge of tears. My heart went out to her. I was also worried about Tamara. What could she possibly be thinking?

"Of course I'll talk to her, Evie. When do you want me to do it?"

"Can you come over tomorrow night?" she asked, sounding like she was trying to pull herself together. "I'll cook us dinner and you can have a chat with her afterwards."

I smiled, in spite of the situation. Evie was a great cook, and a bachelor like me always did appreciate a free meal, no matter how it came about. "You got it!" I said.

She told me to be there after I finished work and I agreed. After we hung up I went to bed. My head was spinning, filled with thoughts about what I would need to say to Tamara, concerns over all the bad things that could happen if we allowed her to have her way... and images of what her fine young body would look like in the nude.

Sleep definitely wasn't easy to come by that night.

*********

I expected two things to be true for my dinner with Evelyn and Tamara. One, whatever Evelyn cooked that night, it would be delicious. Two, the dinner conversation would be extremely awkward.

I was right on both counts.

Evelyn made a killer lasagna. It was always my favourite dish of hers, and tonight's version certainly didn't disappoint.

But if I was hoping for the type of interesting discussions the three of us usually had, I would have been sorely disappointed. I think the most any of us said at the dinner table was when I asked Tamara to pass the parmesan cheese. She briefly glanced at me while she did so, after which she promptly resumed staring at her plate.

After we finished, Evelyn shooed us out of the kitchen so she could clean up. Tamara and I retired to the living room. Now was the time for me to talk to her, to get her to see the light, to convince her that her idea to perform a porn shoot was an absolutely terrible idea.

I was more than nervous, not at all sure if I could succeed, and very worried about what the fallout might be. But I made a promise to Evie and I owed it to her to get the job done.

Tamara sat there, looking expectantly at me. Wearing a form-fitting yellow t-shirt and skin-tight blue jeans, her hair done up in a ponytail and her cute feet bare, she looked all too much like the pretty girl next door she was. She managed to look innocent and sexy at the same time. It distracted me greatly. I didn't know where to start.

I tried to break the awkward delay by easing in to the matter at hand. "How are things, Tamara?" I asked. "Anything new?"

"Chris? You don't have to pretend, you know. I know why you're here."

Just like that, any plan I had about what to say to her flew right out the window.

"I... I don't know what you mean," I stammered, still grimly trying to stick to my story.

Tamara didn't buy it. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Come on, Chris. I'm nineteen, not nine, remember?! I'm not the naïve little girl you used to know."

"Fine," I sighed. "Since you are so grown up and smart now, you realize what a bad idea doing a porn shoot is and why you need to seriously reconsider."

She let out a growl of frustration, stood up and paced back and forth, repeatedly clenching and unclenching her fists.

"How about this?!" she snapped. "How about people listen to what I actually say! How about, for a change, people also realize I'm an adult and I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions!"

I noticed that even when angry she looked hot. Then I cursed myself for noticing that.

Evie, it seemed, had heard my brief and miserable failure to talk some sense into her daughter, because she chose this time to enter the room and try to rescue the situation. "Tamara," she said, "can't you see just how terrible this decision is? How dangerous it could be in so many ways?"

Tamara groaned and rubbed her temples, as if trying to stave off a stress-induced headache. I guessed this wasn't the first time she had this argument before. She took several deep breaths and collected her thoughts. I interrupted her by asking if I should leave now.

"No," she replied. "I want you to hear this... you and Mom."

Evelyn and I exchanged a look. She sighed and took a seat next to me. Tamara then fixed her eyes on us and spoke what sounded to me like the beginning of a well-rehearsed speech.

"I want you both to let me explain. Chris, I trust you, and you're the closest thing I have to a real father in my life. You've always given me good advice, and you've been there to give me a man's point of view when I've really needed it. It's important to me that you understand exactly what I want to do and why I want to do it.

"And Mom, please listen to me... and I mean really listen. Every time I ask to have a serious, honest discussion about this you immediately shut down and refuse to hear me out. I understand you're worried about me getting into trouble, I really do, and I love you for it. But I promise, I'm not being reckless! This isn't the start of my downward spiral, OK?! I know exactly what I'm doing.

"I'm not ashamed of my body. I know I'm good-looking, and I'm proud of it. I'm also proud to be an empowered young woman. I want a platform to show people my beauty and confidence in myself while I'm still young. I've given this a lot of thought and I've done a lot of research. I can prove to you that what I want to do is much safer and more tasteful than you realize.

"So I really need you both to keep an open mind and listen to what I'm about to say. Once I'm done, if you still think I'm in the wrong you can tell me, but for now just hear me out. Please?"

I was smart enough to keep quiet for now. I figured it would be best for me to take my cue from Evelyn. She looked genuinely conflicted. I'm sure she was still convinced Tamara's plan could only end in ruin and heartbreak. At the same time, the maturity and sincerity of her daughter's words appeared to give her pause.

Finally, she said, "OK, Tamara. I will listen. I can't promise to like what I hear... but I will listen."

"Thanks, Mom," Tamara smiled. How ironic it was, given what she was about to say, that I caught a glimpse of the little girl she used to be in that smile.

"And you, Chris?" she asked. "You'll listen, too?"

"Of course I will," I replied.

"Good!" she exclaimed. She turned back toward her mother, causing her breasts to sway ever so slightly, and ever so enticingly. I could feel my cock start to swell, which was definitely NOT what I needed to have happen right now. I leaned forward and rested my arms in my lap, hoping to show the proper level of interest in what Tamara had to say while also hiding my arousal in a way that would not draw attention.

"First thing," Tamara started, "you're both wrong in saying I want to do porn..."

"Honey, you want to get naked on camera," Evelyn interrupted. "That IS porn."

"Mom, what did I just say?! Listen to me! I'm NOT doing porn! I'm not going to have dirty sex on camera with some random creepy guy, OK?! What I want to do is model for a website that specializes in erotica."

"Explain the difference to me."

"Porn is showing graphic sex to help people get off. Erotica represents healthy expressions of sexuality. The site I want to model for specializes in a form of erotica, solo nude modelling. The focus is on the woman and how beautiful she is. Obviously they spend a lot of time showcasing her outer beauty and sexuality but they don't neglect what's inside. They respect their models."

"What would they actually have you do?" Evelyn asked nervously.

"I'd pose for pictures and video, both partly undressed and then fully naked. I'd probably massage my breasts and my butt, I'd definitely masturbate... you know, stuff like that. All perfectly safe and harmless."

Tamara wasn't shy about describing the process, I'll tell you that much. Hearing her talk about it wasn't exactly helping my arousal problem. Especially the masturbating part.

Meanwhile, Evelyn looked somewhat relieved. As relieved as a mother could be after hearing her daughter admit she is willing to get naked and jill herself off on camera, at least.


Nature of Erotica



"What's this site called?" she asked.

"Nature of Erotica," Tamara replied.

That got my attention.

I'm no angel. I've watched my share of porn in my time. Not so much recently, however, as I was finding most of it far too staged and fake for my tastes. It wasn't a coincidence that my waning interest in porn started very soon after I learned about the existence of erotica websites. They featured beautiful women, treated them respectfully and allowed them to showcase their true, wonderful personalities while also revealing their sexy bodies. I appreciated and enjoyed seeing such gorgeous young women set into an environment where their authentic beauty and sexuality could shine through. Nature of Erotica just happened to be my favourite of these websites. 

Tamara noticed my reaction and smiled cheekily. "I take it you've heard of that one, Chris?"

I shrugged, and out of the corner of my eye saw Evelyn give me a funny look. "What?" I asked. "I'm a single guy, remember? Surely it's not a surprise that I like to look at pretty, naked women on the Internet every once in a while?"

"You're not helping!" Evelyn retorted.

Tamara waited for our exchange to finish before saying to me, "So you know what this site is all about, then."

"I do," I replied. "They only work with young women with natural beauty. No tattoos, no fake porn starlet crap, none of that. Just real, pretty girls. Their work is tremendous. How they do it I don't know, but their models look great every time. And they treat them right. Many of them leave testimonials, and they are confirmed through interviews done by independent sources, of how the experience is positive and pressure-free, and how the people behind the scenes are very respectful."

Tamara beamed at me and those hazel eyes of hers glinted with life. She held her look at me for a beat longer than I expected, long enough that I wondered if there was more behind that it than simple agreement with my description of the website in question. It was also long enough for me to worry that her mother would notice. Or was I just imagining things?

Before I could figure it out either way, Tamara spoke again.

"That's why I want to work for them. I promise to both of you that I will only shoot for them and no one else. And I'll only do it this once. It's not going to be a 'career' for me, just a once-in-a-lifetime experience."

Evelyn sighed. "I still don't understand, Tamara. Why do you feel such a need to do this?"

"Because," Tamara answered, "like I said, I'm proud of my body and I'm OK with showing it off in this kind of setting. More importantly, Mom, I want to help you. You're working so hard to make ends meet. You keep the house running and help me pay for my university tuition, and I really appreciate everything you do. I know money is tight and everything is expensive. I want to help out but it's hard for me to do as much as I want with my crappy little part-time job. Doing this shoot should make me enough money that I can pay my way and you can use the savings to get other stuff we need. Or why not treat yourself? You haven't done that since I don't know when."

"Honey, I appreciate your offer to help, and I'm proud of you. But I don't care about the money! You're much more important to me than money! I'm still not convinced this is a safe thing for you to do. There are so many dangers that you're not considering."

"Try me. I've thought about this more than you think."

"OK, well... you know once any pictures and videos of you naked go on the Internet, they are there forever. Doesn't that worry you? There could be consequences you don't even foresee yet. You could be refused opportunities because of it. People might even think you're a... a slut."

"Mom, I'm not naïve. I know people will see or hear about that stuff, and some of them will try to judge me, call me names and pull weak-minded shit like that. That's their problem, not mine! I have the right to express my sexuality, I should feel free to exercise that right, and I'm being responsible enough to make sure I'll do so in a safe and fun environment. My decision to do this has no bearing on what kind of person I am. And anyone who thinks otherwise, to hell with them!"

"What if when you're down there someone pressures you to do more, or forces you to do things against your will?!"

"No one at this site will do that. I've done enough research on them to know they are legit. Besides, I'm a big girl now. If anyone tries anything, I can and will stand up for myself. You taught me to be mentally and emotionally strong, so you should know better than anyone else that I won't let anyone make me do anything I don't want to do!"

"You may be right, Tamara, but you're forgetting something else! You're not concerned about guys recognizing you from your porn shoot?"

"Nude modelling!"

"Whatever! You're not worried about guys acting like jerks, thinking you must be easy since you got naked on camera so it's OK for them to try and get into your pants?"

"Uh, Mom, I hate to ruin your fantasy that I'm so well-sheltered from the real world, but guys try and get into my pants all the time as it is. You know how many creeps my friends and I have had the misfortune of dealing with when we've gone for a girls' night out? I've even been propositioned when I'm just doing normal things, like walking to class or getting a coffee! Doing a nude modelling shoot won't make much difference, trust me!"

Evelyn was shocked at hearing her daughter's bluntly real talk. Then, she started to cry. 'Great', I thought, 'as if I couldn't be any more uncomfortable...'

"Oh, Mom," Tamara said with worry as she hugged her mother. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry. I just want you to understand. I don't want you to hate me..."

"Tamara!" Evie sobbed. "I could never hate you. It's just... what you've said... and this whole thing... it's hitting me all at once. You're growing up. I'm losing my baby!"

"Mom, you'll never lose me. I love you and I'll always be proud to be your daughter. But I'm also an adult now. I have to grow up, make my own choices, and go out in the world and live my life my way. And you need to learn to let me do that."

Evelyn tried to regain her composure. "You're right. Maybe I have been treating you too much like a little kid instead of someone your age. It sounds like you've given this a lot of thought."

"I have. I also want to be honest with you and do this with your knowledge and acceptance. I don't want any secrets between us. I don't want to lie to you at all, much less feel guilty about hiding my lie, or having to explain myself when my lie is exposed. That's why I've explained everything in such detail. It's important to me that you understand."

Evelyn paused, and then smiled at her daughter. "Well, if nothing else, you've shown me you've approached this with a very mature attitude."

"I've tried. If I've succeeded in being mature and responsible in any way, it's because I've had such a great example to follow."

"Thanks, that's nice of you to say. I love you, Tamara."

"I love you too, Mom."

It was a nice mother-daughter moment. Of course, I was enough of a typical guy to feel all sorts of awkward for having been there to see it. In truth, I think they both forgot in that moment that I was even there.

As the women let go of each other, Evie gently laughed at my obvious discomfort. "I think we might have to break it up, hon," she told Tamara. "I'm not sure Chris can handle us women crying and being all emotional and stuff."

"Oops!" Tamara said sweetly. "Sorry, Chris!"

I shrugged and said, sheepishly, "Well, thank you two ladies so much for thinking of my embarrassment. I think."

After they finished having their fun at my expense, Evelyn grew quiet and thoughtful. She took a deep breath and said, "Tamara, I'm still worried about so many things, and I don't know if I'll ever fully understand your desire to go through with this. But I don't want to drive you away from me. If you truly want to do a nude modelling shoot, and you are truly convinced you've found someone who will ensure you are safe and treated right in the process, then you have my permission."

Tamara squealed in excitement. "Oh thank you, thank you Mom! You have no idea how much this means to me!" She hugged her mom tightly and then looked at me. "What about you, Chris? What do you say?"

All sorts of inappropriate words ran through my head. Thankfully I managed to say something that wouldn't get me slapped.

"If your mother says it's fine with her, who am I to say no?"

Tamara smiled. "Good answer," she said. She hugged me, pressing her firm, fine body close to me, and gave me a soft, sweet kiss on the cheek.

Damn if it didn't feel way too good.

"There is one condition," Evelyn warned.

Her words almost sounded foreboding, but it seemed nothing could ruin Tamara's mood. "It's all right, lay it on me!"

"You have to take someone with you, to look after you and help you protect yourself. That's non-negotiable! I won't allow you to go if you don't agree to follow this rule."

Tamara groaned. "Please don't take this personally, Mom, but please say it's not you! It would be beyond weird!"

Evelyn sighed. "Don't worry, it's not me. I wish I could, in some ways, but you're right, it would be too awkward. Besides... you're probably planning to go late spring or early summer, right? So it doesn't interfere with the rest of summer or your schooling?"

Tamara nodded at this.

"Then that's another reason I can't go," her mother said. "I have an important project at work that looks like it will last until the end of June, and I can't afford to take any time off until it's done.

"But someone has to go with you. I know you're not a helpless child, but I still don't want you flying to a city far away and doing this all on your own. I'd never forgive myself if I let you go alone and something went wrong. If you're going to go, it has to be with someone I know and trust."

Then Evelyn stared directly at me. "It has to be you, Chris."

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. You could have knocked me over with a feather.

"What?" I asked. "Me? Why?"

"Because you're the only one I know I can trust."

"What about any of our other neighbours?"

Evelyn shook her head. "You know Tamara better than any of them. I'd feel much more comfortable with you at her side than anyone else. I know you'll look after her and keep her away from trouble. Also, I know that taking the necessary time off from work is no issue for you. You've told me before you have a good rapport with your boss, more vacation time than you know what to do with, and a more flexible schedule that will let you use it when you need it. And where I'm so close to Tamara I'll get too emotional and over-protective for both our own good, you have enough perspective to keep a clear head. That will make it easier for you to help her negotiate with the people who run this website, if there is any negotiating to be done. You're also better able to chase away any unwanted attention."

Evelyn was right about everything she said, including her last point about chasing trouble away. I wasn't a giant, but at 6'2" I was plenty tall. And even though my age put me on the wrong side of forty -- 43, to be exact, if you REALLY need to know -- I have retained enough fitness and strength from my youth to make most guys at least think twice before trying anything funny. So, logically, Evelyn's arguments all made sense.

What she didn't know, of course, were all the inappropriate thoughts I had for her daughter.

If Evelyn knew how tempted I'd be while being alone with Tamara for any extended period of time for any reason, but especially for the express purpose of escorting her to her nude modelling shoot, I'm sure she would have changed her mind in an instant. As it was, knowing I'd have so much opportunity to see Tamara naked, and knowing what I'd want to do with that opportunity, made me very, very nervous.

Tamara, for her part, wasn't helping. "Oooh, it'll be so much fun, Chris! It will be our own special adventure! We could make a vacation out of it! We could do some sightseeing after my shoot is done! I can't wait! Please say you'll go with me. Please???"

My eyes drifted back and forth between both women before landing on my long-time friend. "I can't really say no, Evie, can I?"

"Nope," Evelyn told me. "Afraid not."

Oh boy.

"All right then, Tamara," I told her, knowing I had no other choice. "It looks like I will have the honour of being your escort for your upcoming trip."

She squealed and giggled and treated me to another hug and kiss on the cheek. Even that simple, innocent act left me breathless. How could I possibly spend so much time alone with this gorgeous young woman and not be tempted to be one of those creeps Evelyn worried about?

Holy shit, was I ever in trouble.

********

Tamara called me later that week to let me know she and the owner/operator of Nature of Erotica, a man named Michael Berglund, were to speak on the phone on the weekend. I sat in on the conversation and added the occasional comment as required.

I was impressed with Tamara. She knew what she wanted from Michael, she had a plan and she followed it diligently. No one, it seemed, was going to push her around.

I was equally impressed with Michael. He sounded professional and courteous over the phone. He told Tamara she must be a lovely young woman and fit the exact look he sought for prospective models, if the application photos she sent were any indication, and that made her smile. He must have been very eager to procure Tamara's signature on the dotted line, because he agreed to arrange everything to almost all of her specifications, doing so quickly and efficiently while sparing no expense.

The shoot was scheduled for early June. Soon after that phone discussion Michael forwarded Tamara a copy of the contract under which they would operate, two first class plane tickets to San Diego, his home city and base of operations, as well as reservations for two suites at a nice hotel. She was able to schedule the arrival and departure dates ten days apart, so after the shoot was complete she and I could make the rest of our stay in San Diego the full vacation she wanted to have.

In the intervening weeks, I made sure to take the necessary vacation time. As Evelyn predicted, my manager had no issue with me taking time off. In fact, he jokingly said to me, "About time you book some vacation, I see your ugly mug too much around here as it is! Go on and have some fun!"

Besides that, there wasn't much else I needed to do. I didn't need to advise anyone else of my plans. I was a single man with no one at home to report to. Between Evelyn and my other neighbours, they would all make sure to keep an eye on my house to ensure nothing happened while I was away.

Tamara's anticipation steadily grew as the days counted down. Whenever I saw her she talked eagerly about how fun our "adventure" would be. She admitted to some nervousness about getting naked on camera, but it wasn't anything she didn't expect. It couldn't have been that bad, because she never got cold feet, nor did she ever show any sign of wanting to cancel the whole thing.

She was also even sweeter to me than usual, and definitely more affectionate. More often during our visits she would kiss my forehead or cheek. She'd also sit next to me and, when she thought she could get away with it, run her hand down my arm, or rest her head on my shoulder. If Evelyn disapproved of this increased contact, or even noticed it, she never let it show.

Maybe most guys would have said it was obvious Tamara was flirting with me, but I didn't see it that way. I always assumed her actions were harmless. I was doing her a large favour, and in return she was just showing her appreciation to me. I was sure it was nothing more than that. It never failed to have an effect on me, however, and after every visit I found myself needing to take matters into my own hands to relieve the pressure.

On the afternoon before our scheduled flight I invited both ladies over to my place. Evelyn may have had all the skills in the kitchen but I could hold my own on the barbecue. I grilled up some chicken while Evelyn and Tamara prepared a light salad, and we all enjoyed a lovely meal on my backyard patio.

Our flight was very early in the morning, so our gathering broke up early. Tamara put her arms around me and smiled.

"Thanks for dinner, Chris," she said softly. "See you tomorrow." She kissed me on both cheeks and bounded away. I tried not to stare at her ass as she walked off into the distance.

Evelyn gave me a hug as well. "My baby is growing up," she said, echoing her comments from the night she finally relented to Tamara's wishes.

"She's a great kid, Evie" I replied. "You did a great job raising her."

Evelyn smiled, even as tears rolled down her cheek. "Bring her back safe, Chris. Take good care of her."

I promised I would.

********

Tamara met me in front of my house the next morning. She was resplendent in a yellow sundress that showcased her long, smooth legs. She laughed about how she was nearly overcome with the fear of forgetting our plane tickets. I tried to give her a hard time about it but she proudly told me she double and triple-checked to ensure she had them. As proof, and to shut me up, she pulled them out of her purse and showed them to me.

She also arrived with two large pieces of luggage. Enough for a month-long excursion.

"What's with all this stuff?" I asked.

"We ARE going to be away for ten days, you know," she replied. "But most of it is for the shoot. Michael told me we'll be doing plenty of on-location scenes, so he wanted me to bring lots of different outfits. He said the members like to see the girls in different dresses, skirts, heels... you name it."

She then gave me an accusatory look. "Hey, you look at that site enough! You should have known I'd be bringing a lot of stuff, right?"

I smirked. She had me there. "Busted," I said.

She giggled and teased me. "I thought so. I'll bet you've spent lots of time... shall we say, enjoying yourself looking at all those pretty ladies."

"I've checked out more than a few, I won't lie. But I'll say this before you ask the question. You're prettier than any of them, by far. This guy is lucky to have you pose for him."

"Awww, thanks Chris! You're so sweet."

This time, when Tamara kissed me, the kiss was a little longer than usual, and it was a little closer to the lips than usual. It felt so good, and I blushed furiously. Before I could wonder if it had any deeper meaning, I dismissed it as nothing more than an honest reaction to a nice compliment.

The plane ride was uneventful... well, unless I didn't count the agony of sprouting an aching hard-on I couldn't relieve after Tamara fell asleep halfway through the flight and leaned against me in such a way that I could see down her dress and get more than an eyeful of the tops of her breasts. I couldn't remember the last time I needed so badly to adjust my pants.

At the sound of the chime ringing to remind everyone to fasten their seatbelts while the plane prepared to come in for the landing, Tamara's eyes fluttered open. Her tired smile as she saw me was unbearably cute.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi, yourself, sleepyhead."

She looked at me, then down the gap in the front of her dress, and grinned at me. 

"Did I treat you to a little show?" she teased.

I tried to form a smooth response in my head. That was in stark contrast to what actually came out of my mouth, which was along the lines of "Um... er... well, that is... uh..."

She couldn't resist taunting me more. "I thought so! Naughty boy! Why didn't you wake me so I could cover up?"




Nature of Erotica



"Well... ah, shit, Tamara, I'm really sorry, I..."

I was interrupted by a magical sounding laugh. "It's OK, Chris, I'm just joking! I don't mind if you took a peek, you know. You should get to have some fun on this trip, too!"

"Uh, thanks? I think?"

More sweet, gentle laughter. "You're so funny! Seriously, though, I'm so glad you're here with me. I know you'll be a perfect gentleman, but you'll also be really cool to hang out with. With you by my side I have nothing to worry about. I feel safe with you."

"You're welcome, Tamara. It's the least I could do."

I felt the charged atmosphere between us. I wondered if she did too. I took a deep breath and changed the subject before things got too far. "So, when are we supposed to meet this guy?"

"We're meeting him for dinner tonight. It's at a fancy restaurant with a dress code, that's why I asked you to pack some nice clothes. I have the name of the place written down with all my paperwork. We'll have time to get to the hotel and rest for a bit before we have to go."

After we landed, we went straight to the hotel and checked in. I helped Tamara with her luggage and saw her to her room. Mine was just down the hall. I went inside, tossed my suitcase on the floor, set the alarm on the clock-radio for the right time and slumped on the bed, grateful for the rest.

*******

I got myself ready for dinner and the meet-and-greet, dressing simply yet stylishly. At least, I thought I looked stylish in my pale blue dress shirt, black dress pants and black dress shoes. I knocked on the door to Tamara's suite to see if she was ready to go.

She emerged wearing a stunning dress that was cut above the knee and coloured a muted pink. It fit neatly over every gentle curve of her body. She added matching pink dangling earrings and applied a hint of makeup, just enough to highlight her hazel eyes and kissable lips. Her dark brown hair was piled high on her head in a style that nicely suited and framed her lovely face.

"Wow," I said after I finally caught my breath. "You look spectacular."

"Thank you," she smiled. "You look very handsome, yourself!"

I extended my arm and did my best impression of charming. "Shall we?"

She held me by the elbow. "Lead the way, good sir!"

We flagged a taxi, and it took us to the restaurant, a short distance from the hotel made longer by the busy traffic. It was all part of the city's high-class touristy area. Our first impressions of San Diego were very favourable. What we saw so far was a beautiful city.

The restaurant had that particular dimmed lighting look that you could only find in high-class establishments. We told the maître d' we were the invited guests of Mr. Michael Berglund. I think both Tamara and I were eager to meet the man who would soon be tasked with presenting her beauty to the world. We were taken to a private dining area where he was waiting for us.

Before Tamara and I left for this trip, Evelyn told me a couple of times when her daughter was out of earshot that she still figured the owner of the site would look like the stereotypically sleazy porn maven. I'm pretty sure that, at best, she was only half-joking.

The man seated at the table looked nothing of the sort. Quite frankly, he looked nondescript, almost a little nerdy. He could have been the neighbourhood banker or dentist. Instead, he owned and operated one of the most successful erotica websites in the world.

He smiled warmly upon our arrival and we firmly shook hands.

"Nice to meet you face-to-face, Michael," I said.

"Please, call me Mike," was his self-effacing reply. "Remind me again, you're Tamara's..."

"I'm a friend of the family," I finished for him. "Her mother's a single parent."

"Yes, that's right, Tamara did mention that when we spoke. Are you here as hired muscle?"

It was a good joke, I must admit. "Something like that, I guess," I laughed.

He looked over at Tamara and carefully appraised her. It was clear he thought she was beautiful, yet his demeanour was nothing less than respectful. I immediately took a liking to him and was relieved to know she looked to be in good hands.

"And you must be Tamara," he spoke with reverence as he gently held and kissed the back of her hand. "My goodness. Your application photos don't do you justice. You look so much more beautiful in person."

Tamara blushed at the effusive praise. "Thank you, Mike. You're too kind."

We took a seat, and over the course of the next couple of hours we were treated to a magnificent dinner. Mike took a genuine interest in getting to know Tamara. He asked her about school, her interests and activities, her outlook on life... everything except sex or the upcoming shoot, which I found encouraging.

Tamara proved to Mike what I already knew. Much, much more than just a pretty face, she was an intelligent, genuine, well-rounded young woman with a lively, spirited personality and a mature, positive outlook on life.

They clearly made an impression on each other. I was also impressed with Mike and his approach, and I told him so.

"What do you like in particular?" he asked. It felt like he had a point he wanted to make.

"You're getting to know Tamara. You're not just here to admire and film her outer beauty, you're really trying to get to know her as a person so she can feel more comfortable working with you."

He smiled. "Very observant of you, Chris. I do try to learn about all my models and find out what makes them tick. That relaxes them and builds comfort, which builds trust. That trust is key to what I do. It ensures I get their best performance in pictures and on camera. And that makes everyone happy at the end of the day. Speaking of trust..."

Mike turned to Tamara. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course!" she said.

"You told me over the phone you were not going into porn. You just wanted to shoot for my site, and this would be the only nude modelling shoot you would accept. Is that still the case?"

"Yes, it is."

He smiled and looked relieved. "Good, I'm glad. You don't seem to be the type of girl that would be attracted to the seedier side of the industry. In your case I think it would be harmful to you."

"I'm fascinated that you would say that," I piped up. "I wonder how many other girls you share that message with. Maybe I'm wrong, but I would think some girls you work with want to do hardcore porn, as well."

"Some do," Mike said. "I've worked in this business long enough to know that some girls will adapt just fine to hardcore and some won't. Those who belong in the latter category, I try to dissuade them from doing it. I believe Tamara is one of those who shouldn't do hardcore, so I'm glad she's sticking to her guns. She has too many other things going for her."

He paused before addressing Tamara again. "I have to be honest. Some people in this business are respectful of their talent and treat them right. I do my damnedest to be part of that group, and I'm happy to say I've mostly succeeded. There are others in this business that I'm forced to work with, but if it were up to me I'd never even give them the time of day. No matter which category my colleagues are in, though, if they thought you were available, they would all beg to schedule shoots with you. They'd be lined up around the block to acquire your, ahem, 'services'.

"I guess that's a long and rather crude way of saying that I'm honoured you agreed to work with me and be a Nature of Erotica exclusive. You represent the best of what I strive to make my site all about. You're all natural, with no tattoos or body modifications. You are intelligent and have a lively personality which will show up great on camera. I know the members will love you. And of course it doesn't hurt that you are very, very beautiful. I'll do everything in my power to let that beauty shine."

Tamara blushed again. Damn, she looked so pretty when she did that.

"I'm so honoured to be a part of your site," she said to Mike. "I've looked at the preview videos and pictures you've posted, and I have to say, you are very talented! I look forward to seeing what you can do with me. And you seem so nice and genuine! Thank you so much for all the nice things you've said about me. I'm so excited to get started!"

An idea came to Mike. "I'm thrilled to hear you say that. So why don't we start now?"

Tamara looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Mike reached into the bag he had at his side and pulled out a small video camera. "Chris," he asked me, "you're a member of my site, correct?"

"I am," I admitted.

"So you know I like to shoot outtakes where I ask the girl on camera some questions about her experiences with sex and nudity, right?"

Uh-oh. Was I about to hear Tamara answer those questions? "Yes..."

"Right! So Tamara, are you up for it?"

She giggled nervously at first. With a look in my direction, though, her expression changed to a sly grin. "Sure, I can do that," she said.

I cleared my throat. "Maybe I should excuse myself..."

"No, Chris!" she interrupted. "I mean... it's fine, I don't mind. Is that OK, Mike?"

"Not a problem for me. He won't be in the camera's line of vision. He just has to be careful to keep quiet while I'm recording. Think you can handle that?"

Gulp. "Uh... yeah, no problem."

He arranged Tamara's positioning so she directly faced the camera, turned on a light on the device and started recording.

"Hello, Tamara!"

"Hi there!"

"How was dinner?"

"It was wonderful! I'm so full, but it was SO good!"

"Great! Do you mind if I ask some personal questions?"

She paused, and then smiled. "Sure. Go ahead."

"Have you done any public nudity before?"

"Yes, a couple times," she giggled. "They were on dares. I'm on the varsity volleyball team at university; the dares were part of some team-building exercises we did. Both times were late at night. I didn't stay naked very long, and I'm not sure how many other people besides my teammates actually saw me while I was naked."

"I see. Would you be willing to pose nude in public, in daylight, for your shoot?"

"Sure! Sounds naughty, but I'm game."

"Great! Next question... when's the first time you had sex?"

"I was eighteen. It was on prom night. Cliché, I know."

"Was it a good experience?"

"It was fine. Not great, but not terrible either. Me and the guy I was with, we were both so young. He was eighteen just like me. We had no idea what we were doing."

"How did it happen?"

"It's a funny story. He was an exchange student from Scotland in my last year of high school. We were assigned to be lab partners our first day in chem class. I told him after class his accent was cute, and he said mine was too. From there we became friends. We made a pact with each other, if by the spring we were both still virgins and didn't have prom dates, we would be each other's date, and each other's first. He booked a motel room for the night, we went there after the prom and after-parties, and we let it happen. It was kind of awkward. We didn't really click as well as we hoped we would. But he was a nice guy, and really sweet to me. If he's watching this now... hi Connor! Slàinte!"

"That's cute. Is Connor the only guy you've had sex with?"

"Yes. I've had other guys try to get with me, but for some reason, other than Connor I've attracted nothing but jerks! Selfish jackasses who would take what they wanted from me if I let them, and do nothing for me in return. The less said about them, the better!"

"I see. I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. Stuff happens."

"When's the first time you masturbated?

"I was eighteen as well."

"Wow, you were a good girl, weren't you?"

"Yeah, some might say that. I like to think I'm a normal young woman with a healthy sex drive, but I understand some people will call me a "good girl" or make fun of my inexperience because I got what they consider to be such a late start. That's OK. Let them think what they want."

"So how did you start? Masturbating, I mean."

"I had a sleepover at a girl friend's house. It was a combined 18th birthday party, hers was the day before and mine was two weeks earlier. Late at night we were talking about guys and sex when she showed me a vibrator she 'borrowed' from her older sister. We ended up... experimenting with it."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yeah! A lot!"

"Interesting. So do you prefer fingers or toys?"

"I can do both, but I prefer toys. The sensation a good vibrator gives me is so much better and feels so much more intense."

"And you're aware that the members of this site don't want anything faked? That they really, really want to see the models enjoying real orgasms?"

"Oh yes, I'm quite aware!" Tamara said suggestively.

"That won't be a problem for you, to have real orgasms on camera?"

"Not at all."

"Great! We'll start the rest of the shoot tomorrow. Anything you want to say to our members before you rest up for the night?"

"Good night, guys! I can't wait for you to see... all of me!"

Tamara blew a kiss to the camera, and Mike stopped recording.

"Thank you! That was fantastic!" he enthused.

"No, thank you! That was fun!" she said just as enthusiastically.

Mike thought for a moment and then said, "You know what? I'm making an executive decision! What the hell, I own the site, right?" He laughed at his own joke.

"Anyway," he went on, "July 14 is Nude Day. I've wanted for some time to prepare and release a proper Nude Day special for the members in honour of the holiday, but I've had trouble putting it together. Out of the last... oh, I don't know how many potential candidates, either they were too nervous or inhibited to do a lot of public nudity, or something else has gone wrong that required me to change the nature of the shoot.

"But you, Tamara... I think you'd be the perfect Nude Day model. It would be a shoot that would, of course, feature more public nudity than usual, so the standard contract I sent you won't apply anymore. I'll work on changing it while you're here. For being more daring I'm willing to pay you more. You have that special look that makes me believe you'll be worth it. I hope you say yes."

"Wow!" Tamara squealed with genuine surprise and excitement. "It means so much to know you think so highly of me! I promised myself I'd go all out in this shoot and not hold back, so... yes, I'll be your Nude Day model! I hope I live up to your expectations!"

"I've no doubt you will." Mike declared.

Tamara turned to me and asked, "And what do you think of this honour Mike has given me?"

What do I think? After all I just heard? I think I want to bend Tamara over this table right now and stick my hard cock in her tight pussy and fuck her until she passes out!

Of course, I didn't say that. I was too dumbfounded to say anything.

Tamara gave me a crooked smile and shrugged. "That was a little naughty of me, Mike. I should give Chris a break. I think I've shocked the poor man!"

Mike got a kick out of our one-sided exchange. He asked Tamara to be ready early in the morning so he could meet us in the hotel lobby. With that we shook hands again and took our leave.

In the taxi ride back to the hotel, Tamara apologized to me. "I'm sorry, Chris. I didn't mean to embarrass you at dinner."

"It's OK," I said, trying to sound a lot more cool and composed than I actually felt. "Don't worry about it. I have to tell you, though... when I got up this morning, I never thought in a million years I'd learn all your sexual secrets by the end of the night."

"I certainly didn't expect to tell them to you, either! Doesn't matter to me now, though. I'm not ashamed of any of it. Except... I do need you to promise something."

"What's that?"

"You won't mention the outtake to my mother, will you?"

"Of course not."

"I mean... she does know I had sex on prom night. Mom and I had the mother-daughter sex talk a few weeks before, I told her about the pact I made with Connor, and she had me go to the doctor and get put on the pill for protection. I..."

She stopped her speech short and smacked her open palm on her forehead. "Crap, I can't believe I told you that, too!"

"Meh," I grinned, "I've already heard everything else. What's another sexual secret between friends, right?"

She laughed. "I guess so. Anyway, Mom doesn't know the rest of that stuff, and I'd prefer to keep it that way. Some things a mother really shouldn't know about their daughter, you know?"

"Your secrets are safe with me."

She kissed my cheek as thanks. Soon after that she turned giddy in anticipation of the shoot.

Me? I just wanted to get back to the hotel room ASAP.

The pressure was rising again, and I badly needed to take care of business, if you will.

********

The next morning, Tamara and I were waiting in the lobby for Mike to arrive. I was hoping he'd arrive soon, so they could get on with their shoot and I could spend the day trying to forget about the guilt consuming me after spending much of the night pleasuring myself while visualizing Tamara naked and in various sexual positions with me.

Fortunately we didn't have to wait long. He spotted us soon after he walked in and asked Tamara if she was ready to go.

"I am!" she replied. "I'm so nervous, but I'm so excited too!"

"That's actually a good combination," he told her. "It will make for more interesting pictures and video. I have some places scouted out. Let's go!"

"You bet! Chris? Are you coming?"

Coming? Where? To watch her get naked? Why would she ask me that?

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," I said. "This time and experience is meant for you. I don't really think I should watch. I can find something else to do, don't worry about me."

"But I want you to be there!" she chirped. "You have to protect me, remember?"

"Yeah," Mike added. "You're the hired muscle."

I liked Mike... but that joke wasn't nearly as funny this time around.

"Do it for me, Chris, please?" Tamara asked, complete with pouty, puppy-dog eyes.

Damn. Didn't take long for her to bring out the heavy artillery. No way could I say no to that.

"Alright," I sighed. "Twist my arm."

She squealed and hopped up and down. Her short skirt flew up and I caught a flash of lacy black thong. She tightly embraced me, kissed my nose, licked it and giggled.

It was going to be a long, long day.

We climbed into Mike's van, where we met his assistant. Mike explained that he did the video and talked to, directed and prompted the models, while the assistant was in charge of photography.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" I asked.

"This is it," said Mike. "Just the two of us. We do the public, on-location stuff during the day when there's lots of natural light. The other parts I set up at my house, where I can control the lighting. It's best for me to run such a lean operation. It does keep costs down, but more importantly I can better control the content and ensure it's the best it can be."

As Mike drove us to the first location, he explained a little more behind how he ran his website. I found it oddly fascinating, and my respect for him grew. His work had mission and purpose; to find pretty young women who wanted to show their beauty to the world and provide for them a safe, supportive, judgement-free platform from which to do so. He was convincing when he said he wasn't doing this to be a sleazeball who lured girls to try to get in their pants. In fact he told us that, other than one ill-advised fling, he didn't sleep with any of the models that posed for his site, though he was tempted many, many times.

We reached our first destination, an office complex set back from a side street. A busy road ran behind the back of the building. The windows were darkly tinted; we couldn't see in, but I guessed people inside could see out.

Tamara had on a white blouse, black skirt and black high heels, a combination that made her look like a young executive of a Fortune 500 company. It highlighted the maturity she possessed that was well beyond her tender years. She looked incredibly beautiful.




Nature of Erotica



Today was "glamour day" for Tamara's shoot. I was in put in charge of holding on to her travel bag, which contained a few other outfits and shoes. Mike wanted to shoot at a number of different locations during the day. In turn, he asked Tamara to wear (and strip out of) a number of different outfits to add to the variety. After all the on-location parts were done, and after a meal break, we would go to his house to shoot the rest of the day's content, including any masturbation (!) scenes. Tomorrow's structure was similar, except it would be "sporty day". Those daytime shoots would show her in and out of athletic wear while she jogged, hiked or whatever other exercise struck their fancy.

When Mike and the photographer were ready, they called out to Tamara, "Showtime!"

She smiled at me and said, "Wish me luck!"

"Knock 'em dead, kid!" I replied. Her body was alive with nervous, excited energy as she got into position, moving as fast as her high-heel-wearing legs would take her.

Throughout the day, I concentrated as much of my vision and attention as I could on the process of the shoot. The two guys had a pretty good system going, developed through years of practice. Mike would video several takes of Tamara posing and walking in her outfit, undressing, and posing and walking while nude, in that order. The vast majority of the takes featured her in the nude, of course, this being a Nude Day shoot and all.

Most of the scenes were fluid, but one would be set aside for the photographer to do his thing, meaning she would spend a lot more time moving between various static poses. Another would be used for Tamara to speak, either just directly to the camera or in conversation with Mike, depending on where he was on his scripted outline.

Each series of takes would last no more than a few minutes before we'd move to a new vantage point, and in total we'd spend a half-hour to an hour at one setting, depending on the layout of the building and the probability of getting caught, before moving to a different location entirely.

Even with Mike's precautions, we nearly got busted twice. Once was at the first location, the office building, when a security guard emerged from inside and told us curtly to leave. The other time was at an outdoor mall. It was a much more random occurrence. A police car just happened to cruise by at one point, and Tamara had to scramble to cover up. During these incidents the two men taking pictures and video didn't get upset or flustered. Regular hazards of the job, I suppose.

Tamara's performance certainly attracted a lot of other attention. Some of it wasn't so enjoyable. A woman who looked to be in her fifties raised a fuss and yelled at Tamara, saying she was a woman of "loose morals". Tamara easily dismissed the shrill comments and said to me later she actually felt bad for the woman before joking that she was a frustrated housewife who wasn't "getting any".

Plenty of guys noticed her. Thankfully, there were no idiots for me to scare away. They were good sports, not to mention very appreciative of her display. For her part she basked in the attention, and she thanked them for being gentlemen with many flirts, goodbye waves and air-blown kisses.

The behind-the-scenes viewpoint was very interesting. At best, though, it was only a temporary distraction from the sight of Tamara prancing around naked.

I didn't want to fall victim to that temptation. But it was hard, so hard, to avoid.

Her provocative poses and actions were planned, all part of the show to please the paying members of the website. There were many times, though, when her looks in my direction made my imagination go crazy and assume she meant them to be for my benefit only.

Whether it was slow struts to show off her long legs, bending over and presenting her firm ass, massaging her breasts, and even playing with her pussy, she was enticing me with her forbidden fruit.

I wondered whether I'd have enough willpower to resist her.

*******

We were back at the hotel, having a late lunch after the public portion of day one was complete. Tamara was still dressed in the last outfit she posed in, a cute, strapless orange sundress and some thick wedge sandals.

"So how's my Internet starlet feeling?" I asked her in jest.

"I had no idea modelling was such hard work!" she exhaled. "I was out in the sun practically all day and doing so much dressing and undressing. It wasn't easy!"

"I'm sure all the Nature of Erotica members will appreciate what you're doing for them."

"They'd better!"

We both laughed. "Are you tired?" I asked.

"No way!" she exclaimed. "I thought I would be, but I'm not. I'm totally wired and wound up! Must be from all the adrenaline after all that public nudity. I was concerned about being caught at first, but after a while I was able to let my fears go. I had so much fun being so free, and seeing all those guys watching me was cool, too!"

She scanned the dining area. Believing it was safe, she smiled and whispered in my ear, "I have something else to confess."

"What's that?" I whispered back.

"I'm sooooo horny right now!"

She wasn't the only one.

"Ahem... well, I'm not sure I needed to know that..."

"Sorry, that just sort of slipped out. I couldn't help it, I'm feeling it so bad!"

"Hah... well, I guess you'll... um, get to... uh, take care of that soon."

"Yeah." Her eyes seemed to bore a hole in my head. "I guess I will."

This was getting too intense. I needed to create a distraction.

"When do we go to his place?" I questioned.

She checked the time on her phone. "A couple of hours from now."

I nodded. I understood I had to accompany her there, just to be on the safe side. If I even thought about sending her alone to the home of someone who was, basically, a stranger, Evelyn would kill me. And I would deserve it.

Still, knowing I'd be in the same house with Tamara while she got herself off on camera was messing with my mind.

It appeared having to wait until she got to Mike's house to get herself off must have been messing with hers. She looked antsy and squirmed in her seat on the taxi ride over.

Mike lived in a classy neighbourhood. He had a big house, but it wasn't overly showy or pretentious inside or out. It was just a really nice place. Business must have been good.

He led us to an upstairs bedroom. I recognized the look of it. This was the room he used for many of the masturbation scenes the models performed. Plenty of bright studio lights were set up, and the photographer was busy fiddling with his camera.

"Here's where the magic happens," Mike said with a smile. "And, just so you don't think I've gone on a sudden ego-trip, I know very well that the lovely ladies are the ones who make the magic. I'm just here to capture it. Tamara, I can't wait to see what magic you create."

"Well, aren't you the charmer!" Tamara cooed.

"Thank you. I'll let you take a few minutes to get ready while I show Chris around and give him a place to hang out until we're done."

"OK." She said it so softly we almost didn't hear her. She had this strange, glazed-over look in her eyes. I didn't know what to make of it.

During the tour of his house I asked Mike if he saw that look and, if so, what he thought of it.

"Probably just nerves," he shrugged. "Happens all the time. Sometimes the girl is able to calm down on her own, sometimes I talk to them for a while and that relaxes them. I'm not worried about Tamara, it's not like she was totally freaking out."

He showed me his "man cave" that he set up in the main floor living room. It had all sorts of ways to entertain oneself -- big-screen TV, stereo system, DVD player... you name it, he had it. I made myself comfortable on the sofa while he told me he'd shut the door as he left.

"This room's soundproof," he said. "Never know when that will come in handy."

So at least I couldn't hear any part of Tamara pleasuring herself tonight. Thank goodness for small mercies.

Of course, that wouldn't do anything to stop my mind from imagining her gorgeous naked body writhing in ecstasy as the vibrator buzzed against her clit and her sweet juices poured out of her hot little pussy and...

Fuck! I was going to go mental if I didn't find something else to occupy my sex-obsessed brain!

I got through one mindless action movie and halfway through an even more mindless action movie before I heard the knock. Mike opened the door and walked in, followed by a tired but very satisfied-looking Tamara.

"Taxi's waiting outside for you two," Mike said. "Great work, Tamara. Sleep well tonight. You'll need your rest for tomorrow."

"Don't worry," she sighed. "I'll sleep very well tonight."

She got a head start by taking a nap on the cab ride to the hotel, leaning on my shoulder as she did so. For a moment I wondered if I would have to carry her to her room. She woke up on arrival and had just enough energy to get there on her own.

Before I could get to my suite, she wrapped her arms around me. "Have I told you how much I'm grateful you're here with me?" she asked, her voice muffled into my shoulder.

I patted her back and responded, "I'm happy I can help you out."

"What would I do without you in my life, Chris?"

Her words were loaded with too much meaning, and her body felt way too good pressed up against me. I was about to enter dangerous territory if I didn't do something about it.

"It's late, Tamara. It'll be another busy day tomorrow. I'm tired, you're exhausted. Get some sleep, OK?"

She sighed heavily and released me from her grasp.

"Good night, Chris."

"Good night, Tamara."

I watched her safely enter her room before I went to mine.

That was close, I thought. Too close.

*******

In some ways, it would be a shame if this proved to be Tamara's only erotica modelling shoot.

After some early nerves yesterday, she was proving to be a natural in front of the camera.

What's more, while she looked and performed amazingly well during yesterday's "glamour day", she was even that much better today on "sporty day".

Our first stop was a busy park. I was surprised they would agree to use a location with so many people, but neither Mike nor Tamara batted an eye. She had no problem stripping down to nothing but her socks and shoes and jogging in the park while basically nude. There was no shortage of guys craning their necks and risking injury by running into some unseen object, distracted as they were by the sight of her firm breasts bobbing up and down as she ran by.

I could definitely relate.

The next destination was Cowles Mountain, a significant landmark within the San Diego city limits. We did some serious hiking up the main trail to the summit. The mountain trail was much less populated than the park, but it wasn't totally devoid of people. Some lucky guys got an unexpected vision of beauty.

Speaking of beautiful sights, the view from the top was pretty damn spectacular. I was glad I remembered to bring my own digital camera, and I took some snaps for posterity.

The hike was enjoyable, and it was quite a good workout for me. I imagine it was a little tougher for Mike and his assistant. Sure, their equipment wasn't especially bulky or heavy, but it was still extra weight to carry around all morning.

Tamara coped with the day's exertions brilliantly. She is a very athletic and fit young woman. Through her efforts, and aided by the fact it was a gloriously sunny and warm day, she had acquired a sheen of sweat on her perfect skin that only enhanced her beauty.

The final scene for today's outdoor activities showed a great example of how Mike listening to his models pays off for everyone. We went to a nude beach just outside the city, where he had arranged for a young woman who lived in the area and also modelled for his site in the past to assist. She set up a volleyball net and spent the better part of an hour playing beach volleyball with Tamara while Mike and the photographer captured it on video and digital photo.

I'm no volleyball expert, but Tamara's form bumping, setting and spiking the ball looked flawless. I was mesmerized watching her move and stretch, the muscles in her lean, toned body working in concert with her mind to put her exactly where she needed to be to hit the ball over the net, either to return it to her partner or send it crashing quickly down to the sand.

It hit me again at that moment, just how badly I wanted her.

Tamara was the perfect woman. Intelligent, athletic, funny, kind, beautiful and devastatingly sexy. How the hell could any straight man resist her charms?

But I had no choice. I had to resist her.

My relationship with her over the years marked my place in her life as a father figure. I don't know if anyone else would think it existed in reality, but to me the taboo was almost a tangible thing, an obstacle too insurmountable to overcome.

Then there was my friendship with Evelyn to think about. I valued and cherished that friendship. Nothing like fucking her daughter to flush nearly twenty years of history down the toilet.

The part of me that thought with my cock, damn it to hell, wanted me to forget all that when Tamara sat next to me, changed into a skimpy bikini for the ride in Mike's van back to his house. She was tired from the day's events. Her hair was limp and stringy. Sweat, sunblock and sand stuck to her skin. Even with all that, she looked like a goddess.

En route, Mike spoke to Tamara, "I know you need to clean up, so I figured we could do a shower scene at the same time. Then we'll take a break to relax and eat before we go over the revised contract, your payment and all that stuff. Then we can complete the rest of the shoot and call it a wrap. Sound good?"

"Perfect," she said.

The shower was a success in more ways than one. Tamara emerged looking clean and refreshed, and I overheard Mike saying they got some awesome content as well. I wished, not for the first time the last two days, I could do what Mike and his photographer did for a living. Some guys have all the luck, I guess.

After we ate we went over the reworked, Nude Day special version of the contract. While I'm not a lawyer I had to agree that everything looked to be in order and the terms seemed fair for both sides. Tamara was certainly pleased. She was being paid generously for her time and knowing she'd be better able to help her mother financially made her very happy. Mike phoned his bank with instructions to wire payment to Tamara's account immediately and had the banker on the other line provide her immediate confirmation the transaction was conducted successfully.

With that taken care of I decided to relax and take a shower myself. Mike pointed me to a spare bathroom while he went with Tamara to complete the shoot. After I was done cleaning up I headed for the 'man cave' to pass the time as I waited for them to finish. On the way I ended up passing by the room they were shooting in, and I happened to overhear Tamara speak a line to the camera.

She said, "Do you guys like the way my ass looks?"

Great. More Tamara material for me to fantasize about. As if I didn't have enough already.

*******

Tamara slept in very late the next day. When she finally emerged to join me for what she called breakfast, but by the clock was actually a late brunch, she told me I shouldn't be upset with her for sleeping most of the morning away, because two days of nude modelling really took a lot out of a girl.

I wasn't dumb enough to start arguing with her.

We had another week remaining on what was now our vacation, so we decided to start hitting up as many of the tourist spots as we could. That afternoon we spent several hours roaming through the famous San Diego Zoo. We had a great time seeing the various exhibits and animals on display. Tamara loved seeing all the colourful tropical birds in the aviary, while getting the chance to see some of the unique Australian animals the Zoo housed was my favourite.

Tamara held my hand virtually the entire time there. To hide my initial discomfort, I joked early on that everyone would think I was her 'sugar daddy' and she was my 'babygirl'. She laughed and said we should pretend it was true just to mess with anyone overhearing us. So we did, and it was actually quite a lot of fun seeing some of the reactions we caused.

Hearing her call me daddy was also more erotic than I thought it would be... and I thought it would be pretty damn erotic to begin with.

We had Mexican food for dinner. I enjoy spicy food, while Tamara is the complete opposite; she ordered everything mild. Somehow I managed to convince her to try a bite of jalapeno pepper. She coughed and sputtered as she choked it down, and had to get a glass of milk and quickly drink it down to take away the fire. I laughed harder than I had in a long time. She just glared at me at first, but soon enough she saw the funny side and laughed too.

Privately I considered this my retaliation to all the desires she stirred up within me.

We returned to the hotel and stopped in front of her room. She smiled at me and hugged me tightly. "I had a great time today," she said, "even though you tried to kill me with that damn jalapeno!"

I chuckled and said, "I had a great time too. And I'd tell you I'm sorry, but that would be a lie. I enjoyed watching you suffer way too much!"

She laughed, shook her head and playfully swatted my chest. "Bad boy!" she exclaimed.

"I've been called worse," I shrugged.

Tamara smiled again. She looked up into my eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome," I whispered back.

It happened before I could realize.

She leaned up to kiss me fully on the lips. The kiss started soft and gentle, but it didn't take long to become heated and passionate. Her tongue passed over my lips and I opened my mouth just wide enough for her to teasingly snake it inside. She tightened her hold on me. Her hands slid down my back until they landed on my ass. She gave it a squeeze and let out a moan of appreciation.

That squeeze, and that sound, got my attention. I finally realized what was happening. The image of Evelyn and I standing on my back porch, on the night before Tamara and I left, me listening while she pleaded with me to bring her daughter back safe, popped up into my head. I nearly choked on the rising guilt.

"Tamara, no."

That stopped her in her tracks. "No?"

"No. I'm sorry. We can't do this."

"Why not?"

"Because, it's wrong. We both know that."

"No, we don't. It's not wrong at all. It feels too right to be wrong."

"Tamara, seriously. I can't."

She looked wounded now. She yelled at me accusingly, "What do you mean, you can't?"

"You know exactly what I mean..."

"No! Don't go there! Don't give me that 'I can't' bullshit! You mean you won't!"

"Tamara, please listen..."

"What's the matter, Chris?! I'm not good enough for you?! You say to me all the time how wonderful you think I am! Was that all a lie?!"

"Of course not! It's not that at all..."

"Then what is it?! What could possibly make you think it's OK for you to rip my heart out of my chest and stomp on it like you don't give a shit?!"

I was stunned speechless. I tried to speak but couldn't form words. I could see her anger visibly increase and I needed to explain it to her and make her understand so she doesn't hate me forever but I can't say a goddamn thing and holy fuck I'm BLOWING it...

"You know what?!" she shouted. "I don't care!" She grabbed her room key out of her purse.

"Tamara, wait..."

"GO TO HELL, CHRIS!!" she shrieked. She rushed into her room and slammed the door in my face.

I slumped, defeated, as I went to my own room.

*******

I spent some time going over my relationship and interactions with Tamara, ever since she turned eighteen. I put all the pieces together, realized all the cues and hints she left me that I had stupidly ignored or failed to see.




Nature of Erotica



This was no sudden infatuation brought about by the circumstances of this trip. She wanted me, really wanted me, for a long time. And I rejected her, quickly and coldly.

No wonder she was upset.

I was an idiot. I was still convinced I was ultimately doing the right thing, but my approach was what made me an idiot. It was all wrong. I shut her down much too suddenly. I needed to let her down gently while reminding her she was young and had the world at her feet, and she could have any man she wanted, so she could be selective and choose a man who truly loved her, respected her and recognized her as the wonderful young woman I knew her to be.

I decided that a good night's rest would be good for both of us. We'd have more distance and perspective tomorrow, and we could talk things out maturely. I got into bed and prepared for sleep.

I didn't even last an hour.

The fear of just how wrong things could go twisted around in a knot inside my guts. I couldn't wait any longer.

I got dressed, ran to her room and pounded on the door.

"Tamara, please!" I yelled. "Let me in!" I could hear the TV blaring inside her room, so I knew she was awake.

"Go away!" she sobbed.

The sound of her crying broke my heart, which just made me that much more determined. I pounded on the door some more, harder this time, until my fists were sore.

"Come on, please. I'm sorry I hurt you. Please, I'm begging you. Open this door!"

Still she refused. Now her stubbornness was making me angry. I was potentially making this worse, yet I refused to stop.

"Dammit, Tamara, open this door RIGHT NOW!!"

"Excuse me, sir."

I whirled my head around at the source of the new voice. A man about my size, dressed impeccably in a suit and tie, stood a few feet away from me. Probably the hotel's night manager or something. Not that I gave a rat's ass.

"What do you want?!" I barked. I stared daggers at him. For now, at least, he didn't back down.

"Sir, several guests on this floor reported a disturbance to the front desk." He had that coolly professional voice down pat. "You're obviously the source, so I must ask you to stop immediately and return to your room."

"No!"

"Return to your room, sir, or else."

"Or else what?!"

He was taken aback. I don't think he expected me to respond in such a way. His surprise didn't last long, though.

"Or else I'll have no choice but to call security and have you escorted out of the building. I overheard what you were saying to the woman inside that room. I'm not going to let you hurt her."

Looking back, I took an unbelievably dangerous risk. It could have ended in disaster. I was on a mission at the time, however, and I would not be denied. Especially not by some guy in a damn suit.

"Buddy, you're too late for that. I've already emotionally hurt her. But I'm trying to make things right and let her know how sorry I am. She's an amazing young woman and she means the world to me. I need to get inside this room and apologize to her before it's too late, and if I have to run through you to do it, then dammit that's what I'm going to fucking do!"

His eyes grew wide and his nostrils flared. He looked strong, and I was sure he could have done damage if we fought. He also might have been the kind of guy that didn't want to get his hands dirty but still took enough offense at being threatened to call the cops and have me arrested.

Instead, after what seemed like forever, Tamara opened her door. She had changed into an old t-shirt and pajama pants, and her tear-streaked face was filled with sorrow. My stomach lurched, as I momentarily thought she'd tell the hotel guy to drag me away.

Instead, she looked at me, and then the hotel guy. "It's OK, sir," she quietly told him. "I'll let him in. The two of us need to talk. I promise you, I'm safe with him."

Without a word, the hotel guy slowly backed away before turning and briskly walking down the hall.

I watched him walk away until I heard Tamara invite me in. I sat on a chair and she sat on her bed. The atmosphere was still tense. One of us needed to break the ice.

Tamara took that initiative.

"I heard what you said to that guy," she whispered. "Thank you, it means a lot to me. And I'm sorry. I really overreacted. I didn't give you the chance to explain. You deserve at least that much."

I nodded. "I forgive you. I'm sorry, too. I didn't react well to what happened, either. I was insensitive to you and your feelings. I was too blind and too dumb to realize how deep your feelings run for me.

"I want you to know, I care deeply for you too. That's why it hurts so much to have to tell you this. I'm really sorry, but I can't return your affection for me in the same way."

She took a deep breath. "Why not?"

Here goes nothing.

"Remember how, during part of yesterday's shoot, you went into more detail about why you chose Connor to be your first? How you felt you were classmates for so long with the rest of the guys in high school that they felt almost too close to you? Like they were cousins, or brothers?"

She nodded.

"I feel the same way about you, only more so. Don't forget, I held you in my arms when you were a baby many times. The first time, you were only a couple of weeks young. I watched you learn to crawl, then to walk, then to talk. I helped your mom get you ready for your first day of school. I gave you advice when I could, and I was there when you needed someone other than your mother to talk to, or just a shoulder to cry on. I watched you grow up to be who you are now.

"I don't say all this to pat myself on the back, but to remind you of how I see my place in your life. I know we're not related by blood or marriage, but I am the closest thing you have to a real father. Honestly, I think of you as my step-daughter sometimes. Our relationship to me feels like it's too taboo to mess with by having sex. I don't see how I could get past that.

"Also, you know how long I've been friends with your mother. We've had a lot of history together. I value my friendship with her very much. The night before we left, she asked me, above all, to make sure I did one thing. Want to know what it was?"

She nodded for me to go ahead.

"To bring you back safe and take care of you. I'm sure having sex with you is not what she had in mind. I promised I wouldn't let her down, and I won't.

"You're beautiful, Tamara. Inside and out. Anyone who knows you knows that, and pretty soon, once your shoot is released, the rest of the world will realize it too. You can have your pick of any man you want, and whoever you choose, if he's smart, he'll bow down on his knees and thank his lucky stars every night that you chose him. It just can't be me. I can't be that man for you. I'm sorry.

"You're very special to me, and you always will be. If, after all I've said, you still decide you hate me, I'll understand, but it will never change how I feel about you."

That was it. I had laid it all out on the table for Tamara to consider. I couldn't do or say anything more. It was in her hands now.

She contemplated my words for a long time. She didn't stop looking into my eyes, and neither did I stop looking into hers. Finally, she looked ready to speak.

"First of all, Chris, I don't hate you. Even when you first told me no... it felt so cruel, so I lashed out and acted as if I hated you, but even then I didn't. I could never hate you. You're too special to me.

"I also understand everything you've told me. It makes a lot of sense. I'm glad you took the time to explain it to me so well."

I was relieved. "I can't tell you how happy I am to hear you say that," I told her. "I'm glad things are OK between us now."

I started to stand up, but in a flash she hopped off the bed and grabbed my wrist.

"Wait! Please don't go. I'm not finished. There's one other thing I need to tell you."

"Oh. Sorry about that." I sat back down. "What is it?"

"I also know you don't believe a word you said."

That shocked the hell out of me. "Uh... excuse me?!"

"It's true, Chris. You want me. All that stuff you said, you don't really care about any of it. You built these mental blocks in your head to convince yourself that we can't be together, but they're all meaningless excuses. Little white lies you tell yourself to help you hide your true desires."

"What?! Tamara, I don't know what game you're playing here..."

"Mike works very fast," she said, completely ignoring what I just said. Indeed, she completely ignored the fact I had even spoken at all. "He's already forwarded me some unedited versions of my videos. They look amazing, just like I knew they would. I want you to watch one."

She retrieved her laptop from her bedside table. She played with it for a moment, presumably to cue up the video she wanted me to see, and handed it to me.

Call me crazy, but I still had some belief I could prevent this situation from reaching its seemingly inevitable conclusion.

"Please, stop," I told her. "I shouldn't watch this."

"Yes, you should."

"This is wrong."

"No. It's not."

"Tamara, seriously..."

"Chris! Listen to me. If you value your relationship with me at all, you'll watch this video. Please."

I sighed. "I still don't think it's a good idea."

She actually smirked at me in response. "You'll change your mind soon enough."

Resigned to whatever fate Tamara had for me, I clicked play. My eyes immediately grew wide.

There she was on the laptop screen, lying down on a bed made with brilliantly white sheets, her head and upper body propped up by brilliantly white pillows. She was naked as the day as she was born, holding a vibrator in her hand, giving the camera a look sultry enough to melt it and looking altogether too fucking sexy. 

Mike's voice was soon heard off-camera. "Tamara?"

"Yes?"

"Pardon me if I sound crude, but you look like you're horny."

"I am."

"Do you want to masturbate now?"

"Yes."

"Can I ask you a few questions first?"

Tamara said nothing, only giving a small nod of her head as permission for him to continue.

"Do you think of anyone in particular while you masturbate?"

"There is a guy I fantasize about. I'm thinking of him right now."

"Do you think of him every time you masturbate?"

"Yes. Every single time."

"Is he a celebrity? Or someone closer to you?"

"He's a friend."

"Just a friend?"

"Yes. Unfortunately."

"You want him to be much more than a friend, I'm guessing."

"I want him to be my lover. I want him so bad it hurts. I want him more than I've ever wanted anything in my life."

"Wow. He must be pretty special."

"He is. He's kind and sweet to me. He's always been there for me whenever I've needed him. And he is so fucking sexy."

"Is he with someone?"

"No. He's single."

"Doesn't he have any idea how you feel about him?"

"No. He doesn't realize how much he's breaking my heart. I've left him so many clues and dropped him so many hints for so long, and nothing's happened yet."

"Maybe you need to take the direct approach with him."

"Maybe."

"I hope, for your sake, you can convince him soon to see the light."

"I will."

There was a brief pause before Mike spoke again.

"I should get out of your way. I'll set up the camera on tripod and you can do your thing."

"OK."

"With this special vibrator and you thinking about your friend, I'm sure our members will see something memorable."

Again she just nodded. The look on her face made it very clear that she wanted him gone.

The viewpoint shook wildly for a moment as Mike placed it on the tripod. Soon enough it focused totally on Tamara. Her eyes followed Mike out of the room. She looked back at the camera, closed her eyes and smiled as she obviously started picturing the object of her fantasies. She briefly rubbed her clearly aroused pussy with her free hand. She clicked a button on the vibrator, and I could easily hear it buzz into life.

She placed it on her clit, and her hips bucked forward. "God, that's good," I heard her groan. Her eyes were closed and her upper lip quivered as the sensations from the toy were coursing through her system.

Tamara clicked the button on the toy again, and it buzzed louder. The sound of her sexy moan ringing through the laptop's speakers made me shiver. For some strange reason it occurred to me then that I had never asked any of my previous lovers to let me watch her play with herself before, and now I wondered why I had ever denied myself that pleasure. This was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

She was really getting into her self-pleasuring now. She alternated between sliding the vibrator over the length of her pussy and resting it on her clit. Her body humped against the toy, shifting back and forth on the bed, seeking release.

Another click on the button. "Oh my god!" the video version of Tamara gasped. The toy buzzed and whined, reminding me of the sound of a squadron of bees. Her movements were quicker and more concentrated. Her panting breaths sounded shallow and desperate. Her other hand fondled her breasts and pulled at her taut, erect nipples. Her eyes remained shut the whole time; her fantasy man must have really been giving it to her at that point.

And then the wave she was riding crashed with sudden force.

"Oh! OH! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she loudly screamed. Her toes curled, her back arched and her hips lifted off the bed. Her pussy contracted and clenched, trying to further pull in a penis that wasn't there. Milky wet juices flowed out from within and ran down on to the bedding.

Her orgasm's grip on her body released at last, and she collapsed back down on the bed. She took several deep breaths to regain her wind. She slowly opened her eyes. She smiled, touched her wet, overheated pussy and purred.

She made a slow, sensual approach to the camera. She kissed the lens and sat back on her heels, staring forward into the distance with a lingering, desirous glare that would haunt the dreams of those who watched her.

Then the screen went blank.

"Well?" the Tamara in the here and now inquired.

I put the laptop on the table next to me and looked up. The strangest squeaky sound of shock escaped my throat.

I don't know when she did it. I was so engrossed in watching the video I didn't see or hear anything she did until now.

But she had taken her clothes off, and here she was, right in front of me, just as naked now as she had been on screen.

Of course, I had caught glimpses of her in the nude the last two days. But I was always a safe distance away, where I couldn't study her up close. Where I could protect her from my own desires. When I also, foolishly, thought she didn't harbor her own sexual yearnings for me.

Now, I was much closer, and I knew better. I had a much more fantastic view of her angelic body. We were alone in a hotel room far away from home. We could do whatever we wanted with each other, and no one ever needed to know.

And she had that same look in her eyes she used, with devastating effect, at the end of her video.

All that combined with the tour de force masturbatory display I watched her put on, and I was done for. I was so fucking hard I could have drilled holes through diamonds.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

My brain was on tilt. I couldn't speak.

Her eyes lit up with excitement, and her mouth twisted in a hungry grin. The large swelling she saw in my pants was answer enough for her.

"Mmmm, I'd say you loved it!" she crooned.

She stretched forward to take my hands and pull me up in a standing position. She tugged at my shirt. I took the hint, for once, removing the shirt and tossing it aside. Her hands softly traced lines over my chest. Her delicate touch sent shivers racing through me.

She softly caressed my cheek, and then reached behind my head to draw me in for a kiss.

No stopping this time.

I responded eagerly, opening my mouth so our tongues could playfully fence and duel. I let my hands roam to experience the distinct pleasure of touching her naked skin on places I had never been able to touch before. This time it was me who reached down to hold her ass in my hands, squeeze and growl in approval.

Before I could go any further, she broke the kiss and pushed me back down in the chair. She obviously wanted to be in control for the moment. I was eager to see what she did with it.

She knelt before me, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and frantically clawed at them. I did both of us a favour and removed them myself, only too happy to release my achingly erect member.

"Wow," she whispered, unable to take her eyes off my cock. "So big."

My ego swelled to dangerously large proportions.

Tamara regained control by wrapping one soft hand around my hard cock. She tightened her grip ever so slightly and I felt myself pulse in her hand. I moaned while she licked her lips and grinned.

"Oooh, I'm gonna have so much fun with you!" she hissed.

She slowly stroked my erection twice. Up and down. Up and down. Tantalizing me with her motions, as well as her words.

"Do you remember, in the video, when I was asked if I think of someone while I masturbate?"

"Yes," I breathed.

Two more soft strokes. Up and down. Up and down. She lapped at my balls, enveloping one in her mouth, and then the other.

"Do you want me to tell you who it is, Chris? Do you want me to tell you who I think of every time I play with my pussy?"

The ethereal, sexy voice she was using nearly drove me insane. I knew the answer all too well now, but I was dying to hear her actually say it.

"Who is it?" I quietly asked.

"It's you, Chris. It's always been you."

She continued to hold my rock-hard cock in her grasp. She licked it from base to tip, down one side, then up the other.

"Guess when that video was shot."

"When?"

More soft, tortuous licking, this time all around the sensitive head.

"The second day. I knew you were in the shower at the time. All I could picture was you standing there all sexy, water running and dripping from that hard body of yours... god it made me so fucking hot!"

Her silky smooth fingers teased my hardness. Without letting go she kissed and licked my inner thigh. She switched the hand on my cock to make it easier to work my other thigh.

Damn, how the hell had this girl learned to tease so well?

"Tamara," I pleaded. "Enough teasing. Please suck my cock!"

"No. Not yet. I'm not done teasing you. I have to get back you at for teasing me."

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

Her mouth opened wide. She took the crown of my cock inside, lapped all around it with her tongue, and then pulled off it with a pop.

"I've had feelings for you for a long time, Chris. For the longest time I didn't know what they were. Then I turned eighteen, and I really learned about sex, and I figured it out. I knew then I wanted you to be my lover. But you did nothing but tease me.

"All those times you visited my mom and I, you made me be so close to you, but I couldn't tell you how badly I wanted you. All the times I watched you go to work and you looked so damn sexy in your work uniform. All the times in the summer, when you were doing yard work, and you'd take your shirt off and you'd work so hard and that hot body of yours would lift and bend and flex and stretch until it was all covered in sweat and I'd just want to run out there and lick it all off! All the times I flirted with you and you didn't notice. You never knew that I wanted to give you my cherry and have you be my first, so I had to go through with my pact and let Connor be my first instead."

"Wait... what?!"

"You heard me. You were the reason my first time with Connor was so awkward. Poor guy. I was so unfair to him. But I couldn't help it. When I was with him, all I could think about was you. I wanted you so bad I imagined it was you fucking me instead of him."