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Discovering Faith Pt. 01

By: Bjorn Wild



CHAPTER1 - I MEET FAITH

I spotted her the second week of the semester. I was working part time in the Financial Aid office at Strictland College. My dad is a chemistry professor here and had arranged for the job for me. But I also had another reason to be there. My Uncle Gene was a photographer and had asked me to keep an eye out for potential models and actresses. I had actually sent him two already, and he had been moderately pleased, but he had asked me to watch for a certain type.

Uncle Gene's words were going through my mind when I saw her come in. "I need someone that doesn't know she's beautiful. She needs to be completely inexperienced. Watch for someone that appears shy, looks down a lot. She'll probably be a freshman, away from home for the first time, and maybe from a small town. She'll dress conservatively, but you will be able to notice that she could be pretty, if she knew how. You'll know her when you see her."

I had seen this girl the first week, so this was at least her second visit. She was scanning the part-time jobs, looking for something. The first time I had seen her she was wearing baggy sweats. This time, she looked like she had come straight from a PE class. Fortunately for me, the weather had turned hot. She was wearing red gym shorts and a red T-shirt; both lettered in white "Strictland Athletics" and a pair of white Adidas. Her mousy brown hair was pulled back in a ragged ponytail that hung past her shoulders. She looked to be about five-six or seven. Her face was hidden behind large square-framed glasses, but her lips were full and alluring. In the athletic garb, I. could see her legs were gorgeous, but the clothing was baggy enough to give little else away. She looked frustrated, chewing her lip as she ran her finger over one job listing after another.

I went out from behind the counter and approached her, "May I help you Miss? You seem to be having some difficulty."

She looked at me briefly, then looked down. I could see that she was near tears. She still said nothing, so I spoke again, extending a hand, "My name's Rob. I work here Miss. If you'd like to go to one of the cubicles behind the counter, I'll see what I can find for you."

She never looked up to see my offered hand, but just sighed and slowly shuffled in behind me as I went through the gate and into an empty cubicle. I gestured to a chair and she sat down as I maneuvered behind the desk and moved the mouse to awaken the computer. I glanced at her, still looking down, knees together, hands wringing in her lap. "Name?" I asked getting her to look up momentarily.

"Faith. Faith Rubichek." I had her spell her last name and soon had her file open.

"Oh, a freshman from some place called Shady Valley, Pennsylvania, I see. So this is your first semester in college." I looked up and she nodded.

"Is Shady Valley pretty small?" 

She brightened a bit as she spoke. "Yes, it's very small, only 280 people live in the town and I actually live two miles out on a farm. My Dad farms and preaches at the Community Church. My Mom teaches piano and voice part-time." The glow faded a bit and she looked down again.

"A minister. That explains the name?" When she nodded, I continued, "I see you have four brothers and two sisters still at home. Do they have biblical names too?"

Faith looked up shyly, "The girls are Hope and Charity. The boys are Matt, Mark, Luke, and Thomas." She smiled wryly as if expecting some sort of comment.

I resisted the urge to ask about missing John and including Thomas, and went on. "I'm surprised you are not receiving a Pell Grant or some other assistance."

"Daddy doesn't believe in handouts. He worked his way through Bible College and Momma worked her way through too. She was a waitress and he was a carpenter. I'm expected to do the same, but I just can't find anything I can do." She hadn't looked up once. The tension in her voice was obvious.

"Well, there's lots of waitress and available. Why not one of those?"

She sighed deeply. "I tried being a waitress back in Shady Valley. I was always mixing up the orders and spilling things, and that was with people I know. The caf‚ owners were thrilled when I left to go to school. They never had the heart to fire me. I just can't do that here." Still looking down, she added, "And I don't type well enough to do secretarial work. 

I tried another angle; "I see that you're planning to be a Theatre Arts major with a minor in Art." In my mind I couldn't imagine this shy girl getting up on a stage, let alone acting. "Maybe you could treat a waitress job like a role on the stage. You know, act like you're a waitress."

Faith actually giggled. She looked up with a slight smile on her face. "I may be a Theatre Arts major, but that doesn't make me an actress. I am interested in set design, costume design, and that sort of thing. I acted in a play in my high school and nearly died of fright. After that, I've stayed behind the scenes." The smile disappeared and she looked down again. "I just have to find something. My whole family is counting on me to make something of myself. Are there any jobs that require art skills? With all those younger brother and a baby sister, I'm also a great babysitter. Any of those jobs available?"

I knew there were a couple of openings for nannies in our database, but I was nearly convinced that this girl was what Uncle Gene was looking for. "Well, I might have something that would be a good fit. This may sound like an odd question, but do you have to wear those glasses?"

She dryly replied, "Only to see."

"Well, take them off for a second and look up at me."

She complied. Without her glasses, she was an angel. She had big green eyes with long lashes above a slender nose and those full lips. There wasn't a mark on her pale skin and not even a hint of makeup. Her cheeks had a natural rosy hue and her lips were a little darker. She blinked at me a few times trying to focus without her eyewear. 

Now, it was time to drop the bomb. "My uncle shoots ads for several clothing web sites. I actually model some of the menswear for him. He asked me to keep an eye out for models for him."

Faith stared at me open-mouthed and returned her glasses to their perch on her face. Slowly a smile spread across he mouth and I could see a sparkle in her eyes, even behind the thick glasses. "You have got to be joking!" She laughed. "I am not pretty enough to be a model. I'm just plain. He'd never want me as a model."

"Actually the company wants models that look like normal people, not those scrawny anorexic ones or the plastic enhanced ones you see on TV. You look like the proverbial girl next-door type. I think you'd be perfect."

We were both silent for a moment and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Finally she asked, "How much does it pay?" and looked up at me.

"Well, it depends on the modeling sets and how well the client likes them. He would start you at $10 an hour and go up from there if they liked the work. And sometimes you'll get to keep the clothes."

"That sounds marvelous. How many hours per week?" Faith was in interrogator mode. I could tell she was all but hooked.

"Well," I continued, "The hours would be flexible and Uncle Gene is used to working around college schedules. The initial shoot would last an hour or two. Then after a couple of days, if the clients approve, you could do as much as twenty to thirty hours a week."

"How often does he pay?"

"Cash at the end of each session. Of course, if you get up to twenty hours a week, he'd have to put you on the payroll for taxes and everything."

"When can I start?" I need money by the end of the week. She was absolutely beaming now, and I was 90% sure this was the girl Gene was looking for."

"When do you get out of your last class?" I questioned back.

"I'm done with Western Civ. at 4:00. Where do I need to go?"

"That's in Gould Hall, isn't it?" When she nodded, I continued. "I'll meet you outside the front door at four and take you to meet my uncle. It's about a six block walk."

"Sounds great, Rob. Should I wear anything special?"

No, if Uncle Gene wants some shots, he'll provide the clothes."

Thank you so much." And she reached across the desk and shook my hand, now standing a little taller and looking me in the eye.

She turned and walked confidently toward the door, and I watched, wishing the shorts were a little tighter so I could get a better idea of what was hidden beneath.

CHAPTER 2 - THE FIRST SHOOT

I called Uncle Gene immediately with the news. I told him all I knew about Faith. He thought she sounded just perfect.

I met Faith at Gould Hall and we walked the few blocks to Uncle's home and studio. She seemed quite giddy about the whole idea of being a model. She must have thanked me fifteen times. I reminded her that Uncle Gene and his client had the real say.

Uncle Gene is my mother's youngest brother. He is 28 years old and quite attractive to the ladies at 6 foot two and 180. He has wavy dark hair and deep blue eyes that startle the women. I would love to have the power he seems to have over them. I'm only eight years younger and an inch shorter, but my hair is straight and my eyes don't have his effect on women. He's my idol!

Gene met us at the door and ushered us through the living room and into his main studio. It was a large room with various backdrops hanging down and camera equipment in the center. He had Faith sit on a chair and walked around her several times with his chin in his hand while he hemmed and hawed. He would occasionally stop to consider her and make a frame of his hands. 

Finally Gene stopped and said, "Faith, I would like to do some test shots. My wife, Suzanne will help you with hair and makeup, then we'll get started. First, though, I have to get the information on a contract. Basically it says all images of you are mine. I will of course provide you with some for a portfolio. However all images captured by me are my property. I in turn license them to my clients for use on their web sites or in their publications. Does that sound alright to you?"

Faith was still in awe of the situation and readily agreed and signed the contract while also providing a driver's license as identification (and proof of age.)

Suzanne was not my aunt, but Gene's current live-in girlfriend. She had been an exotic dancer when Gene convinced her to model for him. At 5'10", she was great modeling material. She had a golden mane of hair running down to the middle of her back, magnificent 38 Cs and an ass to die for. Since I had helped Gene with his photo shoots for several years, I also knew she was a certified exhibitionist and could suck a cock down her throat to the balls regardless of size. Today though she was in more conservative clothes than usual and doing an excellent impression of Suzy Homemaker. She did a remarkable job with Faith's makeup, keeping the girl-next-door look but highlighting just the right features to make her more photogenic. She also did little with her hair, combing it out and braiding it lightly in pigtails. She also gathered all of Faith's measurements for future shoots.

After approving of the look, Gene sent Faith to the dressing room and told her to change completely out of her own clothing and put on the garments laid out and marked as "Shot 1",

As she disappeared into the dressing room and closed the door, Gene motioned me behind one of the backdrops. "This is where we get our first look at your discovery," he whispered. "The shots from the hidden cameras in the dressing room are sold to a hidden cam web site, but we get to watch them live."

I looked at the two monitors. One was above and looking down toward a mirror and the other was low, probably below the mirror. We could clearly see Faith. She looked around and began removing her clothes. She had been wearing a flower print shirt and jeans. The shirt came off and was hung on a hook, so we could now see her plain white bra that was obviously holding in a nice pair of 36 Cs. She then sat on a stool and removed her Adidas and stood, turning away from the mirror and wiggled her jeans down her legs. As she did so, she bent aiming a nicely rounded, but white cotton covered ass at the mirror. Gene and I looked at each other and grinned.

Now Faith picked up the clothing marked as shot one and realized that a bra and panties were included with the simple white blouse and frock. She looked slightly puzzled, then shrugged. I grinned again as I realized how Gene had set this up. Faith reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, allowing her breasts to be freed. When she dropped it from her shoulders, I sighed deeply and Gene chuckled at me. Faith's aereola were the color of Hershey's chocolate and the size of half dollars. I whispered that if her nipples were erect they'd look like Hershey's kisses. Gene chuckled and nodded. After hanging the bra on the hook with her blouse, Faith's hands went to her hips. She peeled the white panties away and lowered them to her knees where she let gravity take over and drop them to the floor. I had been admiring the way her tits swayed when she bent down to pick them up and was then treated to my first look at her bush. It was a little darker than the hair on her head and obviously never trimmed, but the cleft of her nether lips was just visible from the lower camera.

Faith then proceeded to don the modeling clothes, first the rose colored panties and then the matching bra. The blouse and then the jumper followed this. Finally she sat and put on the white knee socks and the saddle shoes. She looked into the mirror and made sure all was in place and returned to the studio.

Gene went to her and positioned her standing before a mottled blue backdrop. He removed her glasses and tidied her hair. He turned her slightly and tilted her chin up.

She smiled broadly as he took one photo after another and made suggestions for different poses. After about 25 minutes, Gene sent her back to change again.

The next outfit of course had a different bra and panties, so we got to see the show again. Faith emerged in a summer dress and sandals and Gene repeated the photography process. 

Faith was beaming when she came out after providing us with the third show. This one was a simple A-line dress, but the panties and bra were silk. She had rubbed the soft material against her cheek before putting them on. She had no idea that I had a hard on and was praying that Gene wouldn't ask me to get some film or anything requiring me to get up from my chair. Thankfully he didn't. 

The fourth and final outfit of the day was a school uniform, always a turn on. It included white cotton panties much like she had worn when she came in and a front clasp bra. A White blouse, navy necktie and blazer, and a blue plaid skirt completed the outfit. Black flats with knee-highs were added just before she re-emerged.

When the last shot was complete, Gene told Faith she had done well and could change back into her own clothes. Then he added, "And Faith, you may keep the panties. I can't very well ask anyone else to wear them now."

Faith blushed slightly and thanked him. She disappeared into the dressing room for our fifth show of the day. I was a little surprised when she removed the panties she had on and replaced them with the silk ones before donning her original jeans and blouse.

When she emerged, she had again placed her glasses on her face and looked as she had before, except for the hint of makeup. Gene announced, "Well, Faith I am quite sure my client will want to use your shots. I should know in a few days. Leave your number with Rob and I'll be in touch. Suzanne will give you a twenty for today's work."

I walked Faith to the door and got her number before Suzanne came and gave her the $20. Faith thanked me again, this time with a kiss to the cheek and headed back toward campus.

Suzanne and I returned to the studio where Gene was looking again at the hidden camera shots and capturing stills to his computer. He had quite a smile. Suzanne watched over his shoulder as he grabbed stills of the unknowing, bashful girl exposing herself to the lens. I watched intently as well as the bulge in my pants began to grow again.

"Rob, my boy," said Gene, "I think you've found us our dream girl. She is just what I've been looking for. These shots will bring top dollar. The girl next-door look is really hot right now. I can probably even use a couple of the standard poses for the online clothing catalog so she can actually see them on the web and not get suspicious." He had a gleam in his eye and Suzanne was kissing his neck seductively.

"So, should I let her know to come back?" I asked eagerly.

"No, not yet. Give it a day or two. I want her to be a little bit anxious. Today's Monday. Call her on Wednesday afternoon and set something up for Thursday." He stopped his editing and turned to Suzanne, giving her a quick kiss on the mouth. "Honey, I'm going to need your help with her on Thursday. I think I'll do formal wear. She may need assistance with the strapless ones. I'm sure she has never worn a strapless bra." Suzanne nodded and he went on. "In a couple of weeks I'd like to progress to swimwear. I'll also need you to explain about trimming that wild bush of hers. Maybe you can give her a bikini wax."

CHAPTER 3 -FAITH'S CAREER BEGINS

I was already there and waiting when Faith arrived at the studio. I had arranged with Gene to raise and lower backdrops and at least look busy enough that she wouldn't know I was only there to watch her. I kind of think she liked having me there anyway, or at least hoped she did. I had helped Gene before on several shoots and really enjoyed watching (and a coupe of times participating in) some of the nastier ones, but it was somehow different with Faith.

Suzanne escorted Faith to the dressing room and followed her inside to do her hair and makeup. She added some blonde highlights to her hair. She also explained that they would be shooting formal wear and some of it might be tricky to put on. "If you need any help, I'll be right outside the door. Don't hesitate to ask."

Faith disappeared inside and Gene and I moved to the monitors. Being familiar with the routine now, Faith completely stripped and sorted out the first outfit while completely nude. I ached to suck those nipples and learn what was hidden in the bush.

Faith emerged in a gorgeous Kelly green gown. Her hair was done up on top of her head and she was wearing a tiara. She seemed a little wobbly in the heels, but managed to walk out and spin to show off her outfit. She looked ready for the Senior Prom.

When she got to the third dress, a strapless one, Faith did spend a little extra time to decide how to wear the odd looking bra, which just gave us more time to ogle her tits. It was on the fourth one that Gene tested some limits.

The black gown had buttons up the front to the neck and from the hip to the ankle. Faith came out with all but the top one fastened. Gene took a few shots and then walked over, as he often did, to adjust something, and simply and quickly undid three more at the top, causing a little cleavage to show. Faith didn't even flinch, just accepting his motions as she had when he adjusted her hair or collar.

After a few more shots, he went up and kneeled beside her, unbuttoning the skirt up about halfway between her knee and hip. He had her show some leg for the next several shots. She did so with ease.

This was followed by several "cocktail dress" ensembles, for which she had removed the tiara. I noticed they were getting increasingly shorter. The last one was very short and Faith was somewhat uncomfortable when she attempted to sit without showing her panties. 

On the other hand, I got to see my ninth show of the night when she went to change back into her street clothes.


Discovering Faith Pt. 01



Suzanne told us that Faith asked her why she had to change underwear with every dress. She had told her that it was just that Gene knew women appreciated nice panties and it was his way of giving them some and letting the client pay for it. Faith had accepted this without question.

Over the next three weeks, I ran into Faith on campus a few times and two or three days a week, met her at Gene's for a photo shoot. They were all for normal street clothes - dresses, skirts and blouses, jeans and sweaters - just the kind of clothing a conservative college girl might wear to class. But Faith was only making about $100 per week with this and still struggling a bit financially.

Faith finally confided in me that she still needed to earn more money to keep up with the bills. I told her I'd talk to Gene and see if she could get a few more hours.

CHAPTER 4 - THE NEXT STEP

Gene had Suzanne call Faith and have her come over for a bikini wax and let her know she would be paid an extra $5 per hour for modeling swimwear. Faith was quite nervous about allowing someone else to become intimate enough to do the necessary shaving and waxing, but managed to get through it. Of course Gene and watched her pussy get uncovered via hidden cameras, which Suzanne was careful not to block any more than she had to. She told us later that despite the pain from waxing, Faith seemed to actually be turned on by the close intimate contact.

For the swimwear shoots, Gene used a greenhouse he had built across the back of the house. He had tropical plants growing profusely around the humid room. In the center a shallow pool ran the full length. Along this Gene had created small areas that, on film, would appear to be beaches and shorelines, one with white sand, one with gray sand and driftwood, and one with large barnacle covered rocks. He filmed from a wide concrete pathway that wound along the opposite wall. He had even added some live tropical birds and parrots that flew about and really gave it the feel of the tropics.

When Suzanne led Faith out to the studio, I had already rearranged myself in my shorts after watching her, and escorted her out to the greenhouse. She was wearing a red, white, and blue one-piece with a short matching robe over one arm and flip-flops. It covered her well, but was tight enough to accentuate her assets from both front and back.

When we entered the greenhouse, Faith was in awe. "It's like a movie set!" she said excitedly. "You've done an incredible job of creating beaches that are very realistic even though we're over 100 miles from the ocean. These are incredible."

Suzanne had accompanied me to help explain the different poses required for swimwear. I actually got to join Faith in some of the shots, wearing corresponding men's suits. Faith became comfortable posing with me with an arm around her shoulder, holding hands, or facing each other.

Being this involved made it much harder to catch her changing on the hidden cams, but I was enjoying it all anyway. I could always watch those later. Soon, she had progressed from regular one and two-piece suits to more and more revealing attire. The gradual changes seemed to be acceptable to her. After about two hours, we took a little break and ate some snacks and drank some iced tea. It was almost like really being at the beach with her. We sat on the sand in our swimsuits and chatted as we ate.

After the break, Faith began coming out in skimpier and skimpier bikinis. I am sure she would never have worn any of them in any other situation. Gene and Suzanne were very adept at complimenting her on her beauty and allure constantly while getting her to strike ever more daring poses. 

For the white sand beach, one could only get to the posing area by wading across the shallow pool and climbing three underwater steps. I walked across to show Faith where to go since it was difficult to see beneath the surface of the water.

Faith was wearing a pale blue one-piece that consisted of a high cut French-bikini style on the bottom attached to what I would call ever-narrowing suspenders that started at her waist and ended tied behind her neck, just covering her swelling boobs. From the sides, most of her tits were visible. As she walked past me, my jaw hung open as I realized the entire back was open down to just barely above the crack of her ass. She stepped down into the pool and made her way across to the opposite side of the pool and posed seductively standing, sitting and kneeling at the shore of this pretend tropical beach. Her hair was down and Suzanne had placed an orchid above her right ear. She was stunning!

Gene took a little longer on this set. When he had finished, he suggested going to change yet again. As Faith crossed back to our side, she slipped and fell into the water with a splash; quickly resurfacing with splutters and giggles. I stepped into the water to help her out. That's when I discovered another quality of the suit. When wet, it was translucent. Only the seams along the edges of the suit provided any cover. The cool water had made her nipples stand out and her dark aereola were clearly visible. I tried not to stare. She turned to get out, still holding my hand and as she stepped up I was treated to a great view of her ass and her pussy lips straining against the nearly invisible material. I stayed in the water to hide my growing stiffy as Suzanne wrapped her in a towel before she even seemed to notice that she was on display. Suzanne giggled along with her and said she would come along to dry her hair and help her get ready for the next shot.

Gene and I grinned together when she had gone. Faith did realize that the suit was very much see-through when she and Suzanne arrived back in the dressing room. Of course, Suzanne assured her that we either had not noticed or were at least too professional to say so.

Suzanne got her a slightly more conservative suit for the next shot, just to keep her comfortable. However, a couple of changes later and she was wearing the skimpiest suit I had ever seen. It had a small tag that said "Wicked Weasel" embroidered on the waistband. It was basically three triangles and some string. Her ass appeared bare where the string disappeared between her cheeks. The bra just covered her aereola and little else. Suzanne had done an excellent job with the bush trim because no hair poked out around the extremely small bikini bottom.

Faith seemed a little self-conscious. "Are you sure that people actually wear these in public?" she asked. One arm was across her chest and another covered her mound as she spoke.

Suzanne answered quickly, "Absolutely, they're from Australia and they are all the rage in California and Florida. In hot weather, you see them all the time at the beaches. I have two myself."

Faith seemed to accept this and gradually loosened up as Gene talked and coaxed her through her poses. I missed part of this while I went back to the dressing room, took a quick cold shower, and re-emerged in a speedo to pose with her. I had looked in the mirror, and while not a body builder, I did have a flat stomach and a slight tan. I thought I looked all right. I only made it through a dozen shots before I knew I would soon be visibly aroused. Gene however kept on with the two of us posing together. I tried to stay slightly behind her so my growing cock wouldn't show, or at least so Faith wouldn't see it.

Gene had me stand behind her looking over her shoulder with my arms around her and meeting at her belly button. I am sure she could feel me pressed against her, but Faith said nothing nor gave any indication. When we had finished, she looked up and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

After Faith had dressed back in her street clothes, Suzanne gave her $65 for the session and she was thrilled. She looked a little let down though when they told her that would be all the swimsuit shots they'd need for a while. Gene also told her that they didn't have much else to shoot for a while.

I thought Faith would cry. She looked very downhearted. Then Suzanne looked at Gene and seemed to have a sudden thought, "Well, Gene, what about lingerie. You have three clients that need their new lines shot before the Christmas shopping season."

Gene considered this for a moment and answered, "Well, I just assumed Faith wouldn't be interested in modeling lingerie. I doubt a minister's daughter would want to be on the web in her underwear." Then turning to Faith he continued, "Of course, it does pay more than the swimwear modeling, and it would be several days' work."

Faith thought about it a while. Suzanne spoke up, "You know, much of it is actually less revealing than some of the bikinis your were wearing, Faith. What do you think?"

"Can I think about it?"

"Sure, we don't get started for about a week, so take a couple of days. Look at the sites where our clients advertise and decide what you think."

Gene dug around and pulled out cards for three lingerie catalog sites and gave her two others that had the clothing and swimwear on them as well. "Take a look at these and let me know in a day or two, OK, Faith?"

Faith took the cards and got up to leave. Since it was dark out, I told her I'd walk her back to the dorms. We were almost there when she said, "Rob, I don't have a computer. Would you come to the library with me and show me how to see these?"

I happily agreed and we found an available computer on the second floor. In a few minutes, we were browsing through the dresses and other clothing she had modeled. Faith was one of five models in the section for young women. She went to every single picture of herself in every category. She was mesmerized by her own image. "You know, nobody from back home would even recognize me in these. My hair and makeup are so different and without my glasses I look like a different person altogether."

We then moved on to the swimwear sites. She wasn't posted there yet, because Gene had just finished the shoot, but she found it generally tasteful and thought that should be fine too.

Finally we looked through the lingerie sites and Faith realized that, as Suzanne had said, most were much less revealing than the bikinis had been. She seemed satisfied that even if someone from home did recognize her, she wouldn't be banished for life or anything. Probably they would just see her in a different light, instead of the shy bookworm she had always been. She told me right then to let Gene know she would do it.

I walked her to her dorm and gave her a light kiss goodnight on her lips. She blushed slightly when we parted, but was smiling. As soon as I got home, I called Gene to let him know and then got on the Internet and used Gene's password to log in to some of the other sites where he had posted Faith's other images. I looked through them all and masturbated until I came in my hand. Twice.

CHAPTER 5 - LINGERIE MODELING

After calling Faith and having her come by to make sure they had all her correct measurements and took a few new ones like length from shoulder to crotch (and to gauge that she was ready for the next step) Suzanne and Gene scheduled four more sessions with Faith.

Two days later, I was helping Gene get his lighting and cameras set up in another studio when Faith arrived. She was slightly surprised when she saw the room. It was about 25 feet square and had a double bed against each of three walls. Each wall was painted a different color and decorated differently. She immediately saw the similarities to a movie set and gleefully discussed the mood created by the d‚cor of each. 

There was the teen room with posters on the walls and a bright quilt on the bed. Stuffed animals were lined across the padded headboard. A window with pulled back shades looked out on a fake country scene.

A second wall looked like a much more subdued room, with deep oak paneling and a bookcase along the wall and a thick dark green comforter on the bed. Green designer pillows adorned with mallard ducks were leaning against the brass headboard. A deep green shade covered the window (which actually looked out on nothing but a wall.) An oil painting reminiscent of a 16th Century Italian pastoral scene adorned the wall to one side of the window.

The third wall was a sexier bedroom. A large mirror was on the ceiling. The bed sheets and coverlet were turned down. The sheets and pillow covers were of cream-colored silk. The bedspread was a shimmering rose color. The wall behind the bed was simple rose and burgundy textured wallpaper with pencil sketches of nudes hanging in black frames.

Faith studied each area carefully. She even made some suggestions to Suzanne and Gene for improving the flow of each, to make it look more realistic. A vase of flowers was added to one, the stuffed animals were rearranged, and a few more changes were made.

Suzanne did Faith's makeup and hair and again removed her glasses. For the first several sets, Faith was in pigtails and looked every bit the teenager she was. Suzanne also told her that if she felt uncomfortable with the clothes or with having me in the room, to just say so. Luckily, I was never asked to leave.

The shots for the first night were mostly in the teen "room" and sleepshirts for the first four sets. Basically they were oversized cotton T-shirts with cartoon characters or slogans. Each, of course, included a matching pair of panties, so the dressing room shots were as good as ever. Gene also got her to lift her shirt with each one to show the panty. They were nothing risqu‚, full cut panties, but it was setting the action as normal for what would come later.

The rest of the days' sleepwear shots were of summer sleepwear, which was made up of lighter material, and consisted of a half-top and shorts. I think Gene had intentionally gotten one size too small for Faith. The shorts fit tightly across her ass. It was obvious these did not include panties. When Gene had her crawl up onto the bed, her lips made a nice camel toe against the fabric. The tops also fit tighter than they were meant to and her nipples were protruding against the fabric.

Then Gene had her pose for a series of bra and panty set shots. They were conservative, with just a little lace on a couple of the bras, but Faith looked sexy even in those. They were less revealing than the swimwear she had worn the week before. The final one for the night was a front clasp bra. Gene explained that they needed one shot with it undone to demonstrate this. Faith looked a little taken aback. Suzanne jumped in right away and explained they just wanted it undone an inch, not opened up. "Just undo it and hold the clasps in your hands to show how it works."

Faith relaxed again and undid the clasp and continued to pose as she was asked. After undoing it and re-clasping it a few times, she asked if she could keep it. Gene just smiled and told her that would be no problem. When finished, Faith collected her money, over $100 for the three hours, and went to change into street clothes.

Gene let me know that the next few shoots would be critical in bringing Faith along toward his plan for her. He would be using more and more revealing lingerie. I felt somewhat guilty for misleading her, but knew it was going to get seriously interesting.


I walked Faith back to her dorm room. She was excited about how well everything was going. She had talked with her parents on the phone and they had been very happy that she had been able to earn the money she needed to stay in school. She said her father was a little worried about her modeling for money, but had used a friend's computer to take a look at the online catalogs and decided it was acceptable. All I could think about were the images he had not seen and those that would soon be taken.

I kissed her goodnight outside her door again and this time it lasted a little longer. I held her in my arms briefly and kissed her forehead, then told her goodnight.

The next days' shoot started in the studio where Gene had set up a bench and a few lockers. Faith modeled sports bras and shorts. I was still feeling torn about my role in this, but continued to assist.

The next group of shots was done in the glamour bedroom with Faith modeling bra and panty sets. They were more elegant than the ones from the day before, with more lace and silk, instead of cotton. Faith looked incredible in them and posed and moved like a pro, while still maintaining her innocent charm and looks. The last two were semi-translucent and had the front clasps. The panties were of the same material. Her neatly trimmed bush made a dark shadow in the center of the front panel. Her aereola were also making dark circles in the center of the bra cups. Before she emerged from the dressing room, she called for Suzanne, and asked that I leave the room for these shoots.

I did, but was feeling let down. At the same time, I knew I would need to leave to prepare for my part. Suzanne came with me to help.

Gene and Faith went on with the shoot without us, as I watched from the other room on a monitor. What was interesting was that without me there, Faith didn't seem to worry about being exposed. It was as if Gene was simply the camera and not a man. Faith demonstrated the front clasp without hesitation. When it slipped from her right hand and openly exposed her right tit, she just giggled an "Oops" and continued on. 

Suzanne came in and pulled down my shorts and immediately deep-throated my nine-inch cock. She expertly attacked it as I alternately watched her and the monitor. It wasn't more than five minutes before I groaned and she sucked my in deeply and massaged my balls as I dumped a huge load into her throat. She continued to suck and lick until I was spent.

Suzanne finally released my now flaccid member and smiled as she wiped a droplet of my cum from her cheek. "Can't have you scaring the virgin with that monster yet. Change clothes while I go tell her what's next.

I stripped to nothing and then dressed in a man's brief that matched her next bra and panty set. Faith didn't know yet was that I would be joining her for one shoot of his and hers underwear. As they finished, I could tell that Gene and Suzanne were explaining this to Faith. She was obviously unsure, but finally nodded her assent. I waited for Suzanne to come and get me.

Faith went back to change into the set that matched what I was wearing. They were cream colored and not at all transparent. Gene was shooting me alone when she returned. She waited patiently with a far away look on her face. When Gene had taken enough of me to make it look legitimate, he had her join me. We started standing side by side with my arm around her waist. A few shots like this and then Gene had me move behind her and put both hands across her taut stomach. I was slightly to one side so that my briefs would be in the shot, but my bare right leg was against her expose left ass cheek. 

Then Gene decided to push it a little farther. He had us get on the bed. I was to sit up against the headboard and she sat to my right and leaned back against me. My hands were again across her middle. Faith seemed quite relaxed as if she was enjoying this as much as I was. Finally, Gene said, "OK, now remember we have to demonstrate the front clasp. Faith, just do like you did with the others." 

As I looked down over her shoulder, Faith did just as she was asked. I hoped for another slip of the hand but it didn't happen. I thought we were probably done for the day when Suzanne whispered something to Gene. He nodded and then turned his attention to us. "Faith, this time we want Rob to demonstrate the clasp."

Faith looked confused. Suzanne spoke, "I just think it would look natural and very sexy for a husband to undo his wife's bra. I bet one shot like that will double the sales. Just undo it a little and let Rob hold the ends."




Discovering Faith Pt. 01



Faith thought for only a moment. She undid the clasp and I moved my hands up to cover hers. They did a few shots like that and then some with just me holding the bra in place. It was so tempting to just pull it away and attack those delicious melons. 

I suddenly realized that my cock was stirring and tried desperately to think of other things. Fortunately the shoot ended before my "monster could scare the virgin" as Suzanne had warned.

While we got dressed, Gene came and talked to me. "Boy, you've got the hots for that one, Rob. Just remember, we have plans for her. Don't go getting into her pants and ruin everything."

"Gene, I've been thinking. Can't we just forget your plan? I mean I feel kind of bad to be doing this to such a nice girl. It's not right."

"Rob, forget it. She's changed already from that uptight, shy girl you brought in her. In a couple of months she'll be thanking you. Just hang in there." He paused, the changed the subject a bit. "Hey, we have some porn shoots to do tomorrow and I need your help. We'll do Faith's next lingerie shoot the day after." With that he patted me on the back and left me while I finished dressing.

As we walked back to campus, Faith noticed I was quiet and thinking. We held hands as we walked. Finally Faith broke the silence. She stopped and turned to me. "Thanks," was all she said before she lifted her lips to mine. We kissed and I held her.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"You remember when you first thought I was an actress because of my Theatre Arts major?"

"Yes."

"Well the truth is I want to be an actress, but I've always been too shy and I get nervous and forget my lines. But doing this modeling has given me confidence to try again. I have an onstage part in the theatre class production of South Pacific."

I smiled and held her out to look at her. "That's terrific Faith. What's the part?"

"Just a small one. I'm one of the native girls. I only have a couple of lines and sing in the chorus, but that's a big step for me. Besides that, I have to be onstage in a black wig wearing just a bikini and a grass skirt. I could never have done that before."

I kissed her again and we continued walking. She had made me feel a little better about what we were doing. The next month was going to be hard on me though.

CHAPTER 6 - PORN SHOOTS

I had done my first porn shoot a year before. Suzanne had noticed the bulge in my pants as I watched and supposedly assisted with a shoot. She came to me and pulled my dick out and caressed it. Then she went to Gene and told him I had inherited his 9-inch cock and should be in one of the shoots.

After that, once or twice a month, I got to fuck some bimbo on camera. Sometimes we even did multiple shoots and I'd get my rocks off several times in one evening. Not a bad thing when you're 18 or 19 and horny all the time. And it was a lot easier than the dating ritual in high school.

Today's first shoot was with Sapphire, a local dancer. She was about 22, 5 foot 4, and had blue eyes, blond hair, and huge fake boobs. She was all right as a porn queen, but not really my type. That doesn't mean little Rob wasn't willing though.

We had the added detail that Gene's friend Glenn was there with three of his crew armed with video cameras. Glenn had been shooting porn for the web for four years and had even done a couple of independent porn films, which he had sold for a moderate profit. He and Gene often worked together to save model fees.

We started on the teen bed fully clothed. Well, fully clothed if you consider a pair of Daisy Dukes and a halter-top fully clothed for Sapphire. I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and some board shorts. 

We started out kissing and fondling for a few minutes and then Sapphire unbuttoned my shorts and pulled Rob Jr. out. She began giving me a pretty decent blowjob while the cameras clicked and whirred from several angles. The weird thing about sex in a studio situation is that they might stop you and reposition you to get a better camera angle. They did. I was to stand with my shorts around my ankles while she sucked me.

After they had enough of this, I pushed her back off my dick and knelt by the bed where I stripped off her halter-top and played with those monster tits of hers, licking, biting, and nibbling. Then I pushed her back and pulled her shorts down, exposing a totally bare snatch with a tattoo of a spider next to it. (I always thought that was a little creepy - like she was luring me into her web.) 

I spread her legs nearly parallel to the floor to provide camera room and began tonguing and kissing her naked twat. It tasted pretty good, but had a bitter aftertaste. Sapphire began a very loud series of what I am sure were fake "Oohs and Aahs" as I ate her out. 

When they had enough footage of this from several angles, I stood, kicked my shorts away and removed my shirt. I placed my dick head at her opening and pushed in slowly. Actually she was loose and wet enough, slowly wasn't necessary, but it would look better on film. The directors stopped me and had me put her legs over my shoulders and do it again. Soon I was stroking my full nine in and out.

Then we proceeded to me on the bed and her riding my dick, facing away from me so the cameras could see her play with her clit while she lifted herself up and down my pole. 

Then I rolled her off and she placed one foot on the floor and the other spread straight out along the bed. I stood behind her and entered her doggy style and fucked some more. She reached under herself and played with her clit some more, still bucking and moaning as her jugs swayed beneath her body.

No anal in this one. For the final takes, she lay back on the bed and I fucked her tits while she held my cock between them and licked it on every upstroke. I finally gave in and moaned loudly to let everyone know I was close and then pumped my load onto her face, her nose, her mouth and anywhere else I could hit.

Sapphire sprang up as soon as I climbed off and thanked me. Then she went to shower for her next shoot. I did the same.

I was not in the next shoot, which involved Sapphire and Suzanne working on some black guy named Ray. I never did quite understand the idea of two girls and one guy. I mean he did eat one while fucking the other, but I'd rather enjoy one at a time to tell you the truth. I mean it's not like I have more than one dick. Two guys and one girl makes a little more sense. At least then, she has more than one place to put a dick and can make them both happy at the same time.

I didn't really watch much of that second shoot. I came back in just as Ray was swinging his cock from one to the other as the kneeled before him and licked up the jizz that landed on their faces and mouths.

I will say that Suzanne was the best porn actress I had ever watched. She was a true nympho and I don't think she hardly ever faked anything. She simply loved sex, of any kind, and it showed in her photos and films.

My second shot for the night was a three-man gangbang of Suzanne on the sexy bed set. We all took turns fucking her pussy, her ass, and her mouth while she writhed and moaned. I was under her in her pussy, Ray was getting an unbelievable blow job, and a Hispanic guy named Ramon was pumping in and out of her ass, when suddenly Suzanne clenched my cock with her pussy muscles, let a muffled scream out around Ray's cock, clamped Ramon in place and had an incredible orgasm. This in turn caused the three of us to follow her shortly, with only Ray being able to pull out for the obligatory cum shot. 

When Suzanne finally relaxed a little, Ramon pulled out and I felt his cum dribbling down onto my dick. Suzanne lifted herself off of me. I though we were done, but she spun around and went down on my spent dick. Then her dripping pussy appeared over my face. Fortunately for me, Ramon caught on and began sucking and tonguing his own cum out of her asshole, so I didn't get much of his as I had my first cream pie. I was eating my own cum from my uncle's girlfriend's cunt. What a trip! It wasn't too bad either. As I ate her out she hummed and slurped and licked and kissed my cock back to a full erection. She was good!

She turned around again and lay on top of me. She whispered, "I want you in my ass. Ramon's too small. Then she sat up and straddled my legs as the dangled off the bed. She slowly worked my cock into her ass while facing away toward the camera and quickly began bouncing up and down. I worked hard to match her pace as I plunged in and out of her tight hole. I'm sure she was fingering herself wildly, whether for the cameras or just because she likes it, I'm not sure. It didn't take me long, buried in her bowels to feel that familiar surge rising. When she sensed it, Suzanne climbed off and took me in her mouth just as I spurted my third load of the night.

I was done. Suzanne and Sapphire did one girl on girl set and there was one more set of some kind after that, but I had studying to do and left.

I was quite sexually spent and had a hard time studying. I finally gave up and called Faith's dorm room. She said she was heading to the library to study and asked me to meet her there.

It was after nine and the library was indeed quiet. We sat on a couch, leaning into each other and studying our own texts. It was peaceful and soothing. We didn't need to talk or try to understand what the other was thinking or reading, but the closeness felt great.

An hour and a half later, I told her I was going to have to go and she agreed that she was tired as well. I walked her back to the dorms, my arm around her waist and kissed her goodnight at her door. Life could be good.

CHAPTER 7 - FAITH'S NEXT SHOOT

When I arrived at Gene's, I helped him put the finishing touches on a Christmas tree and fireplace scene in the studio. He even had a bearskin rug on the floor.

Faith was surprised to see Christmas in October. Gene explained, "We're actually a little late with these. My client has some holiday lingerie that he wants up on the web before people start shopping for Christmas."

Faith went to change and came out in a sleepshirt and red leggings. She was even wearing warm red slippers. The sleepshirt was long, coming halfway to her knees. It was also red with "Ho, Ho, Ho" in big white letters across the front. Her pigtailed hair was adorned with a Santa hat. She looked very cute.

This shot was finished in short order and she went back to dress in the next outfit. Now this was more like it! She wore a red satin babydoll nightie with white fake fur trim around the top and the bottom hem that ended barely below her waist. The panties were of the same material with a white lace panel over the silk in the front. Suzanne had added a fall to her blonde streaked light brown hair so it was now draped over one shoulder, hanging to level of her breasts.

I asked Faith if she wanted me to leave. She quietly answered, "No. Not unless you want to."

I smiled, eager to watch. She posed in several positions in front of the fireplace, both standing and laying on the rug. She also sat under the tree with a present in her lap and held up as if inspecting it.

The third outfit was a teddy. This was composed primarily of red lace. It was very high cut at the hips and fit Faith like a dream, a wet dream. While not at all see through, it hugged every curve of her body and amplified her cleavage. Gene had her go through several similar poses in that outfit.

For her next shot of Christmas wear, Faith was wearing a red plaid bra and panty set. A tiny red bow had been placed at the waist and another between the cups of the bra. Now that was a present I would like to open! This was followed by another bra and panty set of deep green silky material. The bra was a half-cup style, barely concealing her nipples. The panties were bikini style with high hip openings. I was in heaven.

Faith and I both thought she was done when Suzanne came in. She was carrying a box. "This came in today and I couldn't think of anyone better to model it. It says it's an angel costume and is your size. How about it?"

We all nodded our approval and Suzanne and Faith disappeared with the box into the dressing room. What emerged 20 minutes later was indeed an angel.

Faith was wearing a fine mesh white bustier with garter straps attached and matching thong panties. The garter straps held up matching white thigh high stockings. Small wings adorned with real feather were attached at the shoulders framing her upper body and face. Soft curls had been added to her hair so that it lay delicately across her shoulders. A golden halo was perched on top of her head. White gloves reached halfway to her elbows. 

Gene was nearly as astounded as I. He made a twirling motion indicating she should turn about and give us a complete view. He wasn't even using his camera. He was just watching open mouthed as I was.

Faith's breasts were clearly visible through the open material that fit her body like a second skin. The trimmed patch of fur above her virgin mound was also easy to see. As she turned, we caught just a glimpse of her pussy lips before being shown an unobstructed view of the perfect twin globes of her ass because the thin strap of the thong had completely disappeared between them. 

Finally Suzanne broke the silence, "Well are you two going to shoot some pictures or just stand there drooling?"

We got busy right away, Gene with the camera and me with the lights. Faith posed and smiled for the next 30 minutes. When the fireplace was behind her, reflecting off the halo and bathing her in soft light, she appeared to really be an angel.

When that shoot was finished we left. Faith was giddy with excitement about the whole angel shoot. "That was an incredible feeling. I felt like I had a strange power over you and Gene. It sounds wrong to say I enjoyed it but I felt so .... so....well, so sexy. I loved it. Is that bad of me? I can't believe I did that. Did I look sexy? Were you ... uh ... turned on by me? What did you think?"

I stopped her and turned her toward me, holding her shoulders. "I thought you looked sexy the first day I met you. That's why I got you this job. I wanted to be around you. And, YES you turn me on." I held her face and kissed her. She returned the kiss with a fervor she had never shown before.

We finally stopped and resumed our walk, each with an arm around the other. "See you tomorrow," I said and kissed her at her door.

"You want to come in?" she asked, startling me.

"Oh, yes I want to come in. But I won't. I'll see you tomorrow. You study for your Biology test. Goodnight, Faith."

CHAPTER 8 - FINAL LINGERIE SHOOT

Gene met me at the door. "I'm not sure Faith will want you here for the shoot today. Some of the lingerie is pretty risqu‚. I want you to take my car and take some of the things I have for Glenn over to his studio. OK?"

What could I say? I wanted to be there, but besides being my uncle, Gene was my boss. I took the keys and an envelope he handed me and headed out across town. By the time I got there, listened to Glenn BS for a while and got back, it had been over two hours.

I quietly slipped into the house and made my way back to the studio. I checked the monitor. Faith was kneeling on the bed on the sexy set. She leaned back and looked at herself on the mirror on the ceiling. Whether she knew it or not, the panties she had on were split at the crotch and the camera had a great view as she leaned back. I focused on what she was wearing. It was a nearly transparent purple bra and panty set. The panties had lace along the edges and on a supposed seam up the middle, but with her knees apart and leaning back, the crotch opened to show her virgin pussy. She came back to an upright position and appeared to be listening to Gene. She nodded and reached to a ribbon at the right cup of the bra. Pulling the ribbon, she untied a bow and the cup of the bra opened to reveal her erect nipple poking through. She looked at the camera, at Gene, and nodded and pinched her nipple and then moved her hands away. Then she opened the left cup and pinched that one. She then held one boob in each hand, alternately opening and closing the openings.

That shoot soon ended. I wanted to go in and let them know I was there. I didn't. Faith returned. This outfit was a bright red bra and panty set with a matching garter belt. The bra had open cups with feathery lace hanging down just enough to cover her nipples. The thong was nearly transparent, her bush plainly visible in the front. She paraded around the bed posing and occasionally exposing the rest of each breast. She bent over the bed with her ass to the camera, a thin red strip barely covering her crack and cunt. She was half turned looking back toward the camera. She reached back and stuck a finger under the strap of the panties and ran it along the strip pulling it slightly away from her body. 

I looked away. This wasn't the Faith that I had met. She had become something else and it was my fault. When I looked back, she was leaving the room.

But it wasn't over. She came back. The black vinyl outfit looked as if it really didn't belong on her. The bra was just a framework to hold her tits out farther, the material encircling but not covering. The vinyl panties were obviously of a similar design. They looked like panties, but had a one-inch gap running from clit to asshole, framing her most intimate parts. She spread her legs apart and bent over the bed, again looking back over one shoulder. She posed on hands and knees, her firm boobs hanging below for all to see. I saw Gene moving around the bed with his camera, capturing every possible angle and close-up. 

When that set was finally over she left again, only to return in something I didn't understand at first. She was wearing a body stocking from neck to ankles and high-heeled shoes. The garment was primarily fishnet, but the panty area was a solid black material. The bra area was the same. I watched, relieved as she posed seductively around the bed in many of the same positions as before. Then, she stood facing the camera and unzipped the circular cups, which dropped away, leaving her breast once again exposed. After a few poses this was, she reached down and pulled a zipper beginning at her waist, down the center of the panty to the crotch. Then she kneeled on the bed and reached back to unzip it all the way to her waist in back, exposing her ass and pussy to the camera. She posed in this for another five minutes. When I saw Gene putting away his gear, I knew they were finally done.

I waited for someone to come get me and then heard a car start in the driveway. Just then Gene came into the studio. "Did you see it? Did you see any of that session? It was amazing."

"What did you do to her, you son of a bitch? What did you tell her?"

"Calm down, Rob. She asked Suzanne where you were. She just said you had some other things to do tonight. Well, Suzanne said Faith started muttering that you didn't think she was sexy enough, and you hadn't even tried to get beyond kissing and holding hands, and wanting to know what it would take to get your attention."

I was just staring at him with my fists balled up by my sides.

Gene continued, "Well, we had laid out several outfits and just told Faith to choose whatever she wanted to try. The first thing she wore was almost invisible it was so transparent. I was amazed. She said she'd show you that she could be as sexy as she wanted to be. Did you see any of it?"

"Yes, the last few," I mumbled.

"Faith was doing such great work, I didn't want to interrupt her. Suzanne took her back to the dorm and promised to talk to her. Stay until she gets back, OK?"

I finally quit balling my fists and relaxed a little.

When Suzanne returned, she sat down to talk. "Rob, Faith thinks you haven't tried anything because she's a minister's daughter and you think she's plain and prudish. I told her she was only partially right. I assured her you think she's beautiful and that I think you're in love with her."




Discovering Faith Pt. 02



This is a story continued from "DISCOVERING FAITH Ch. 1-12: Pt. 01. Please read that to understand the context and characters involved in this second installment.

CHAPTER 13 - THE MOVIE BEGINS

The following Monday, we all met at Gene's to go over the production schedule. Glenn had arranged all of the locations and we would be shooting the offsite scenes first. Faith, being used to stage plays, was fascinated with the idea of filming out of sequence for later editing.

The first week was used to do several exterior shots of buildings. We didn't have a lot to do, but as the principal characters, Glenn wanted us along to see the settings. He also came to value Faith's artistic eye and used many of her suggestions.

We didn't really have any acting to do until Saturday. On Saturday, we met with twenty other college students at an old school at 6:0 AM. Glenn had rented it for the day and we had already done the exteriors. Most of the students had come a few weeks before to an open audition for "non-speaking parts as nerds for a local public service spot." They didn't need to know what it was really for. 

We really only needed to use two rooms in the school. The first was a classroom. It said "DEBATE TEAM MEETING 4:00" on the chalkboard. This was to establish Faith and I as nerds. All of us were dressed in school uniforms. The girls wore navy blazers, blue plaid skirts to the knee, white blouses with blue ties, and plain black shoes. The boys had similar attire except the skirts were replaced with slacks, of course. All of us looked basically nerdy. 

An older gentleman in a bow tie and worn suit was addressing the group. We all were attentive to what he was saying. After going over the debate schedule, he said we would have a practice impromptu debate. He drew a slip of paper out of a box and announced, "Today's topic will be," he paused for a moment as he read the slip of paper, then continued, somewhat embarrassed, "Today's topic will be 'Premarital Sex'."

There were giggles and twitters all around the room as the students reacted to the announcement. Later, Glenn did some close-ups of some of the students looking shocked or embarrassed at this announcement. The teacher continued, "Our debaters will be, "again he paused to draw a name from another box, "Miss Angeline Baldridge for the anti side and," another pause for another name, "Mr. Calvin Koch for the pro side." This caused many more giggles and twitters as ribbing from our classmates. "You have five minutes to prepare your responses. "The named characters were, of course Faith and myself. We shot this in six takes each from two different camera angles. He also shot close-ups of Faith and I to get our reactions and of the teacher.

Then we continued the scene with Angeline (Faith) and Calvin (Rob, that's me) conducting the debate. Angeline's speech was all about how a girl should save herself for the sanctity of marriage and never consider sex before that. It also dealt with every sexual disease ever known to man. She concluded with saying that any boy worth dating would never ask a girl to have intercourse, or even touch her inappropriately until they were married. Calvin's response involved decrying the old moral standards that supported this concept and brought up how, in nature, monogamy was nearly unheard of. He brought up the importance of learning to understand the body of the opposite sex and its needs. Calvin obviously was not a great debater and had pretty weak arguments, but continued nonetheless. In rebuttal, Angeline pointed out that monogamy did exist in some animal species and that if humans followed the law of the jungle, all the girls in the high school would only mate with the captain of the football team and a few select others, leaving the rest of the boys to a life of bachelorhood and self satisfying acts of crudeness. Angeline also hit home with a response that some boys just had not reached a level of maturity to understand all the ramifications of their acts. Calvin was thinking of their own situation, the one between Angeline and himself, and his rebuttal was even weaker than his original debate. He ended with, "Some girls are just too frigid to know what they need."

During the debate, the girls had all applauded Angeline's points and the boys had applauded Calvin's but nobody doubted who had won the debate or the interpersonal argument. The teacher declared Angeline the winner and excused everyone, reminding them of the next meeting time.

By the time this scene was edited, it would probably occupy two or three minutes of the finished film, at most, yet it had taken the cast and crew until 12:15 to complete it.

As we exited the building, they filmed us all leaving as if school had gotten out. The male student extras were excused and everyone took a lunch break. The only guy from the classroom that stayed was me.

The next scene would take place in the same classroom that had been changed to look like a different room and involved only the girls. A local stripper with the stage name of Lotta Curves was dressed in very conservative clothes as a teacher, Miss Concepcion. Even in the dress suit, her 40 DD boobs couldn't be hidden. She had her hair up in a bun and was wearing glasses. She was conducting a meeting of the local chapter of the "Just Say No to Sex" club. She called on President Angeline to start the meeting. Basically, the girls talked of their unsoiled virtue and what they had done recently to prevent any nasty boy from taking it away. Most looked homely enough that no boy in his right mind would ever try. The girls completed their scene a lot quicker than the rest of us had, and were done by 5:00. Most of the girls acting in the segment were sent home with a promise that they would be notified when the spot aired on local television, as if it ever would.

Now, unless you've never watched a porn movie, you know that this would be way too long to go without some action. But, as I said, we didn't have to film in sequence. After the opening shots of the school and the first classroom scene, the finished video would include me peeping out of a closet as the old teacher ravaged Lotta across a desk in an office. This was actually shot back in the studio. They fucked in multiple positions and ended with him having a heart attack as he shot cum into her face from between her huge melons.

The next scene to be filmed at the school involved Faith and two other girls in the locker room. Again, I was supposedly peeking in through a small hole in a window ala "Porky's" but it was much more interesting. The girls came into the locker room and stripped out of their PE clothes. This was the first time the audience would see Angeline as anything but homely. One of the other two girls looked pretty good, but as she removed her bra, she also removed falsies to expose her flat chest and padded shorts to reveal a boy-like ass. The second girl looked OK, but removed her T-shirt followed by a girdle, which let rolls of fat be seen. The skinny one removed the flowing blonde hair from her head to reveal short orange hair in a hairnet. The other had red blotches all over her plump body, which she explained was an allergic reaction to her skin conditioner.

After stripping, the camera focused primarily on Faith. When they left the locker area, the camera angle changed. This time, it was through an air vent low on the wall opposite the showerheads. The shots of me crouching there and masturbating were filmed in the studio later. In the shower, the camera moved from skinny girl to fat girl to Faith as they soaped their bodies. With the camera focused primarily on Faith, she lathered her entire body thoroughly, spending plenty of time on her tits and then even more on her pussy, to the point the other two were pointing at her and whispering. She ignored them as they left the shower room and proceeded to masturbate to orgasm when they were gone. The other girls needed three takes to get all the way through to their exit without screwing up. Faith did her part in one take. Then they brought the cameras into the shower room and filmed close-ups of Faith doing her part. I thought I really would have to beat my meat after watching that.

That concluded our day of filming. We had actually accomplished a lot, but Glenn only had the school for one day, so we had to. We used the next few days to film the shots that went with these first few scenes, primarily in the studio.

On Friday afternoon, we met in front the old school. This was to film Angeline (Faith) and Calvin (Me) leaving the school. We walked down the tree-lined street with me trying to argue with her about her stand on pre-marital sex, saying she just didn't understand the needs of a normal boy and such.

We then got into a truly ugly lime green AMC Pacer. Glenn had picked it up cheap saying it looked like a perfect nerd car and the big windows made it easier to film interior shots. I opened the passenger door for Faith and returned to the driver's door to get in myself. We drove away. Then they filmed our arrival at the hospital and another shot of us leaving the hospital at dusk. The hospital interiors were filmed in Glenn's studio. This showed Faith in a candy-striper uniform reading to little kids and talking to old people. It also showed her gathering information on sex from the health nurse and then masturbating in the restroom afterwards. It showed me peeking into a hospital room where a nurse was providing tender loving care to a man that was suffering from the inability achieve an erection. She valiantly tried to help him, and of course ended up with him blasting cum all over her naked body.

After the hospital scene, we were back in the Pacer at some Lovers' Lookout point. It actually was used as that by some of the locals, but just the site of the camera crew caused the few that showed up to keep going to find some privacy. The Pacers windows were came in handy for shooting this part, although microphones and lights were actually inside the vehicle. The interior shots had me trying to cop a feel of Faith's tits and her winning the battle by fighting me off. It ended with me saying what a hypocrite her "Just Say No" advisor was and asking if she really knew what caused old Mr. Randall's heart attack. "Why do you think they found him dead with that huge smile on his face?" I asked. "You think she has those huge plastic boobs to attract cows?"

Faith answered with, "That's just a stupid rumor and you know it."

I came back with, "I know it's true because I was trying to find where old Randall hid my Hustler magazines when I heard them coming into the room. I hid in the closet and watched the whole thing."

Faith pushed me away, crossed her arms and said, "That's it Calvin, you pervert. Take me home."

I angrily fired up the Pacer and spun gravel as we drove away.

This was followed with a shot of the nerd-mobile driving through a rough part of town. Faith and I were still arguing. Finally I said, "You know you want it. I know you want it. Just say 'YES' and let's get on with it, Angeline."

"I do not want it. You're just a pervert. Learn some control."

"I know you want it. I've seen you through your bedroom window at home. Yesterday I saw you in the shower at school. You play with yourself more than I do. You call me a pervert, but you're just uptight about admitting what you really want, Angeline."

The car came to a stop at a red light. Faith's character, Angeline exploded with rage, "You damned pervert. You peeping Tom, I hope you never get to have sex. You nasty scumbag, I hope you have to play with your self the rest of your life. I hope no other girl ever even dates you."

She then opened the door, got out and slammed it shut and started walking down the sidewalk. When the light changed, I followed her, trying to get her back into the car. "It's not safe here. Get back in, Angeline." "You're right; I'm a pervert. Get back in the car." "I'm sorry, Angeline. I didn't mean it. I need to take you home."

All of these were met with limited response from Faith. "Go away." "Get away you pervert." "Go play with yourself."

In the next block, Faith was still ignoring my pleas and I was still begging her to get back in.

A door opened down the sidewalk and four rough looking guys come out of it. One is a long lean black man with a torn denim jacket and jeans wearing a red dew rag on his head. The next is a smallish Hispanic with a scar on one cheek, casually carving a piece of wood with a switchblade. The other two are white. One looks like an ex-football player, broad shouldered and muscular. He must be 6 foot five and weigh three fifty and is wearing a football jersey with the number 69 on it. The fourth man, played by my Uncle Gene, is the only one wearing decent looking clothes. He is holding a suit jacket over one shoulder, his tie is loosened about his neck, his slacks and shoes are spotless. They are talking. Gene's character, Mr. Arbogetti says to the others, "Thanks for coming by boys. I don't think we'll have any more trouble with Mr. Chin not paying his insurance bills."

They all laughed and the big guy says, "But couldn't you let me hurt him, Mr. A. We didn't even get to hurt him."

"We didn't need to Arnie. When you and Cleveland knocked over the display case and said, 'Oops!' that was enough to get his attention." Gene then turns to the Hispanic man, "Hey, Ramon."

"Yes, Mr. A?"

"Did the cops give you and the girls any more trouble down on G Street after the other night?"

"No, Mr. A. Whatever you did, they've stayed away. Business has never been better. In fact, I think we need to get us another girl or two."

"So noted Ramon. I'll see what I can do."

"Mr. A," the black man began, "When's the next shipment coming in? We only have about a weeks' supply left."

"It'll be here tomorrow, Cleveland. A runner is coming in direct from Columbia. He'll be wearing a city cop uniform with a name tag that says, 'Garcia.' Officer McGrath will be with him. They know the password."

This conversation took over three hours to film as 'Arnie' and 'Cleveland' just couldn't get through their lines without screwing up. It was too late to finish our scene so we came back the next night.

On Saturday morning, we finished a few studio scenes of me peeping at 'Angeline'. We had a long break to nap in case the filming took longer than anticipated.

Faith and I napped together in the studio bed set. The next scene called for Angeline's abduction. We actually managed to sleep, knowing it could be a long night if Arnie and Cleveland couldn't get their lines down.

CHAPTER 14 - THE ABDUCTION

For the next scene, the group of men and Faith met on the sidewalk, Faith running into Arnie as she was calling me a pervert and telling me to go away. Faith, startled by the collision, looked up at him and said, "Excuse me, sir." And attempted to sidestep him.

I stopped the car and flung the passenger door open and said, "Come on Angeline, just get in." She could not get around Arnie.

Gene leaned into the open door and said, "Listen young man, the lady said for you to get lost. I suggest you do as you're told."

"But she's my girlfriend, we had a fight."

Gene continued quietly, "When I tell someone to do something, they never argue. They just do it. You will leave now."

"I opened my mouth and got out just the word, "But..." when Cleveland smashed the roof of the Pacer with a bat and Ramon stepped menacingly toward the driver's side door. I stomped on the gas and left.

Faith thanked 'Mr. A' and again started to move down the sidewalk. Gene grabbed her by the arm and said, "This is a rough neighborhood Miss. Let me give you a ride home and he led her toward a long black Lincoln. Faith attempted to tell him she was OK, but Gene swiftly pushed her into the car as Arnie got in from the other side and Cleveland and Ramon got in front, Ramon driving.

Inside, Gene asked her name. Faith very quietly answered, "Angeline, sir."

"Angeline. Very nice. Do they call you Angel for short?"

"No, sir. May I go home now?"

In answer, Arnie grabbed her arms and Gene slipped a blindfold over her eyes.

The guys did much better than anyone anticipated and we finished in just two and a half hours. We then filmed me circling the block and following the limo into the warehouse district. Then we filmed the guys dragging and carrying a blindfolded Faith inside as I watched. Faith did a terrific job of struggling and kicking and screaming. Cleveland and Arnie thought she did a little too well as they both complained of the bruises on their shins. Faith apologized, but Glenn thought it was great.

That would be it for us for two weeks. Faith and I both had homework to catch up on and finals coming up. It was agreed that we would meet again on the Saturday after finals. That would give us a full week to complete the filming of the attempted rape and rescue.

Glenn said he would use the time to do the initial editing and any script revisions and we could be ready to film the rest.

We managed to get through finals week and pass all of our classes with acceptable grades. At least mine were acceptable. Faith had another four point for the semester.

With school finally over, we were free to spend the next ten days completing the film before Faith had to go home for the summer. She was staying at Gene's during the week since the dorms were closed for the year.

Saturday morning we all returned to the warehouse district. Glenn said the editing had gone well and we wouldn't have to re-shoot any of the previous scenes. He did say though that in editing, he found that the script wasn't long enough. He had planned on the film running 75-90 minutes and only had 40. As the main feature on the DVD, it needed to be at least close to 75 minutes long. Because of this, he had added some scenes and increased the amount of action to take place in the film. Now most of the actors knew more action in one of Glenn's films meant more fucking. They also knew it meant more pay, so nobody had a problem with that.

Faith asked, "Does that mean we have more lines to learn? We need some time to do that."

"Most of the characters won't have too many more lines, but we will have time to go over them prior to shooting each scene. We'll start today with the goon squad hauling Angeline into the warehouse and discussing what to do with our heroine. Hopefully we'll still have time to shoot at least the start of the rape scene."

They filmed Gene and the others from inside the warehouse coming through the door. Cleveland and Arnie shoved Faith into a small room and locked the door. From inside the room, they showed Faith removing her blindfold and trying to find a way out, but the only window was small, high, and barred. She couldn't even look outside to see where she was. She slumped to the floor crying.

Then they filmed a scene with the four guys and two women, Sapphire and Suzanne, both dressed flamboyantly as hookers. Gene turned to Ramon, "So what do you think? You said you could use another girl. Will Angel do after she's trained?"

Ramon answered, "That little nerd? I don't know what you were thinking boss. Nobody will pay for that." Then he reconsidered, "Of course, maybe if she turns tricks in the schoolgirl outfit she might bring in a few bucks. But she seems kind of homely."

Cleveland jumped in, "I think Ramon's right boss; she's not worth it. Besides, as soon as she gets out on the street, she'll run home and call the cops. We can't keep an eye on her all the time."

Gene answered, "We could drug her. I think she's probably a looker if we can get her done up right."

Arnie decided to put in his two cents, "I think she's kind of pretty already. She looks like the girl that used to be my tutor in high school."




Discovering Faith Pt. 02



Suzanne gave them a concerned look. "Just let her go. She's just a kid. I'm going to see if she's OK." Suzanne left the room.

Now it was Sapphire's turn. "Well, you gotta do somethin'. There's too many Johns and not enough of us girls to keep up. If you can get her into the business, at least the rest of us might get a break now and then."

Gene continued, "Before we make any decisions, we need to at least inspect the merchandise. Let's go see just what we brought in before we decide not to keep it."

The rest of the group left the office. 

We then filmed Suzanne talking to Angeline. Faith was crying and Suzanne was telling her it would be OK. That's when the group walked up to the door. Suzanne said, "Angeline, I'll be right back," and went out the door and closed it.

Suzanne tried to convince Gene once more to just let her go. His final answer was, "Since we have her here anyway, we're going to inspect the merchandise. Maybe let Arnie have a little fun with her. Then we'll cut her loose."

"But she could bring the cops back here. She could identify you guys."

She'll never find this place again and I have witnesses that say I am somewhere else right now."

Suzanne stomped off, having lost the argument.

"Go ahead, bring her out boys." Now they filmed Arnie and Cleveland pulling the terrified-looking Faith to her feet and bringing her out of the small room.

Now the warehouse was pretty big. The room covered most of a block except for the offices and storage rooms along one side. The huge room seemed mostly bare and dirty. There was an old metal table and some mismatched chairs in the center of he room. Two old beds with stained mattresses were along one wall. There was a little light showing through the high windows along the street. The only other lights in the room were fluorescents on the ceiling forty feet above, some no longer working and a couple flickering their final hours.

CHAPTER 15 - THE RAPE SCENE

Faith was kicking and fighting her escorts as they brought her out. "Ouch," screamed Cleveland as she connected with his shin, "The bitch just kicked me again. Can we tie her up boss?"

"Take her to the table," answered Gene. Ramon assisted. They roughly sat her on the edge of the table and Ramon used duct tape to fasten one leg to each table leg, pulling them apart. The other two still held her arms. They then forced her to lie down and used more tape to secure her arms out to each side and above her head. She struggled, but was helpless.

Sapphire stepped up to the table and lifted Faith's skirt exposing her full-coverage white cotton panties. "Hey get a load of these panties. My grandmother wears sexier ones." She laughed and dropped the skirt.

Gene stepped up beside the table. He undid a button on Faith's blouse and she spit at him and screamed, "Let me go, you bastard." 

Gene slapped her. "Ramon, put some tape over the little bitch's mouth." Ramon did.

Gene continued to unbutton the blouse, slowly exposing her bra-covered chest. It was a heavy duty, hold-them-in bra. He put his hand out and Ramon handed him the switchblade. He slipped it under the bra between her breasts and pulled, splitting the bra in half. Faith's perfect melons spilled out. Ramon gave a soft whistle. Arnie looked down and squeezed one. "Them's at least as nice as yours, Sapphire. And they're real!" He squeezed some more.

Sapphire ignored the remark. She was undoing the bun on Faith's hair and let her locks spill to the table about her head. Faith still had a very frightened, look in her eyes.

Gene flipped the skirt up. Faith's legs were fastened wide apart. Gene used the switchblade to cut her panties, first at one hip, and then the other. He lifted the scrap away and dropped it, revealing her virgin pussy. Then Gene stepped away and said, "Have at it boys. Let me know if it's good enough for the street." He stepped back out of camera range.

Actually, they stopped at this point and removed the gag from Faith so she could relax a moment. Suzanne came in and brushed Faith's pussy hair. Then, using a lubricant gently massaged her pussy for a moment and splayed her lips. She had let her bush grow back since her earlier modeling, but it was still neatly trimmed. When Glenn thought it looked just right, they again dropped the remnants of her panties while shooting a close-up of her tasty twat. Then they all resumed their places and put the tape gag back on Faith.

Ramon dropped to his knees and tasted of the newfound treasure. Faith involuntarily shuddered. She was not just bound for show. She was bound securely to the table. According to the script, Calvin should have burst in by now with the police. What was going on? She was lying on the table, duct tape holding her in place and preventing her from crying out, and a stranger was massaging her tits while another was licking her pussy. She was going through a huge range of emotions. The look of fear on her face became real. Sapphire was standing at her head and leaning over, her boobs nearly falling from her sleazy dress, and whispering to her, "Oh, you're gonna like this baby. Cleveland has a nice big black cock for you. You're gonna love the way it feels inside you. Relax and enjoy the ride. Don't fight it. Just enjoy it, baby."

Cleveland moved Ramon aside. He slipped a finger up and down Faith's slit. He slid it inside and withdrew it, bringing it to his lips. "This one's tight and sweet." He put his middle finger back into her and got a surprised look on his face. "Boys, I think we've got ourselves a virgin here. I've gotta try this out right now." He dropped his pants around his ankles and stepped close between Faith's legs. He began to run the tip of his cock up and down Faith's pussy lips, causing her to shudder again and try desperately to struggle free.

Suzanne came back on camera and grabbed Cleveland's arm. "Leave her alone, Cleveland. You can't do this."

Cleveland shoved her away.

Just then, I came into the room between two cops. I was shouting, "Stop! Leave her alone. You can't do this. I brought the police."

I could see that they had gone further than the script had called for, but was relieved that we could stop now. They all did stop and look at me. Suddenly the two cops grabbed me by the arms. "Mr. A, this kid was snooping around outside when we drove up. He said you had kidnapped his girlfriend and he needed our help. You really should have a guard out there or lock the door, you know."

"Thank you, McGrath. Duly noted."

Glenn was looking at me and at Faith to see if we were going to catch on or cause trouble. In the original script, I was supposed to burst in with the cops shortly after they removed Faith's clothes. I would save her from the bad guys. As my reward, she would give me her virginity. Happy ending. This was not how it was going. 

They were actually going to rape her on camera. The two cops holding me were just doing what was in the script, as were the other actors, but I couldn't believe Gene and Suzanne had gone along with this.

I kneed one of the cops in the groin causing him to double over and drop. When the other looked to see what had happened, I brought my fist up to his jaw. Then I ran straight at Cleveland and tackled him.

I then went immediately to Faith and removed the tape from her mouth and then from her arms and legs. Nobody made a move to stop me. I helped Faith up from the table and we left in the Pacer. We drove straight to Gene's to get her clothes. She was still dressed in the torn schoolgirl costume.

CHAPTER 16 - THE EXPLANATION

Faith changed clothes and we were heading out to go to my parents' house. The plan was for her to stay there a day or two and then I would drive her back to her home with her parents.

Just before we could leave, Gene and Suzanne came in. I tried to push our way past, but Suzanne's tears and Gene's arm locked around me prevented it. We all went into their living room, leaving Faith's bags in the front entry.

"How the hell could you let this happen?" I shouted. "You were just going to let them rape her for a movie? I trusted you. You're my goddamned uncle. I'll never work for you again, you son of a bitch."

Gene said, "Just calm down. Let me explain."

"There's nothing you can say, Gene. We're out of here."

Suzanne was drying her eyes and sniffling, but still managed to say, "Rob please don't go. If you still want to leave after we talk, we'll understand, but Gene just broke Glenn's nose and Glenn used to be his best friend. Hear what he has to tell you."

Gene began as I sat back down. "Glenn showed me the script this morning. He said Faith had already seen it and had agreed to the changes. When I called him a liar, he said he had promised you an extra thousand for doing the extra sex scenes."

"Extra sex scenes?" Faith questioned quietly.

"The new script called for Cleveland and then Arnie to fuck you. Excuse me. I shouldn't use that language. Cleveland was to take your virginity and then Arnie would get a turn. They would un-tape your mouth so you could suck Ramon."

"That son of a bitch," I muttered.

Suzanne cut in, "Actually, he had you doing everybody including the cops while Rob watched, eventually getting everyone involved, male and female, in a giant group scene for the finale."

"He actually thought we'd just go along with this?" asked Faith. "He thought a virgin would be willing to have sex with everybody her first time?"

"Yes, he did," answered Gene. "Faith, he's seen your work that you did for me. He seemed to think Rob was holding you back from your true potential and desires. He thought that based on how sexy you were in those that you were actually anxious to try everything."

"And we were willing to believe you had said you'd do them," concluded Suzanne, "Even though we knew better."

CHAPTER 17 - FAITH'S REVELATION

We were all silent for about five minutes. I held Faith closely. 

Faith stood and said, "I think I should first tell all of you a few things. I was fifteen when I found my parents' marriage license in the attic. They were married five months before I was born. I was not a preemie. I dug into the box some more and found old letters addressed to my mother from at least five different men. They said things like, "I'll never forget that weekend at the beach," or "the night after the Homecoming dance," and many things similar to that. The last one I opened took away any doubt about what they were talking about. It said, "I can't believe you don't like guys to use condoms. Are you sure you're on the pill? I really like you and you have a beautiful body, but I'm not ready for a wife and family." I looked back at the date, and was somewhat relieved that it was dated a year before I was born."

We all looked at her with some shock on our faces, but couldn't think of a thing to say.

Faith continued, "I was mad at first. All the preaching from both parents about saving it for marriage and such seemed to be so hypocritical. At the time, I just vowed to be better than them and behave the way they told me to instead of the way they had themselves. I decided that they had probably changed and were just protecting us from the evils they had been involved with in their youth."

"But," Faith continued, "Knowing about their past caused me to watch them more closely. They had always kept their affection for each other in the open. They would kiss or hug in our presence, and all of knew they showered together every morning before they thought we were awake. I even listened to them at the bathroom door one time and couldn't believe some of the foul things my mother was saying to my father. But, since they were married, it didn't seem so bad."

"Then, last summer, before I started college, I was in town working at the diner. Out the window, I saw my mother drive by in Mr. Granger's car. She was sitting next to him. I pretended to be feeling ill and left the diner. It was only three blocks to the Granger's and I knew the kids and their had gone to visit her parents in Pittsburgh for a couple of weeks, so my mother wasn't going there to teach.



Discovering Faith Pt. 03



This is a story continued from "DISCOVERING FAITH Ch. 1-12" and "DISCOVERING FAITH Ch. 13-17. Please read those to understand the context and characters involved in this third and final installment. Thanks to all of you who wrote to me with suggestions and opinions. You have altered my conclusion and helped make it a better story.

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CHAPTER 18 THE PLAN

Then Faith asked, "So what do we do now? How do we finish the film?"

Everyone looked at her, not quite understanding what she was asking.

I said, "What do you mean, finish the film? You want to finish it?"

"Not with Glenn in charge. I want us to rewrite the ending. But I do want to finish it. Will you guys help?"

"Of course," answered Suzanne.

Gene looked at them both, "I think Glenn knows he can't sell what he has so far. I think we need to negotiate a new deal. If Faith is willing to finish the project, she should get a bonus plus a percentage. Glenn right now is afraid you're going to call the cops on him, though I doubt we could actually get anywhere that way."

We spent the next three hours rewriting the script and coming up with our own ending. Gene would deal with Glenn the next day. We were all pretty excited about the new idea we had come up with. We all went to bed happy

The following morning, Gene called Glenn and arranged to meet with him at his studio. When he returned, he filled us in.

"I got there and Glenn threatened me and the rest of you with all kinds of things - violence, lawsuits, you name it. I let him rant and rave until he was done. When he had blown off some steam and calmed down, I told him our proposal. He came unglued all over again, but then started trying to negotiate. Finally I said to him, 'Look, you wanted an authentic virgin getting her cherry busted in your film. You also wanted it to be around 90 minutes so it could be sold as a feature length movie. Our proposal gets you both or you just have some scenes that can be packaged as a compilation and nothing for. What'll it be?'"

Gene stopped talking and we all stared at him. Finally Suzanne said, "Don't stall. What did he say?"

"He agreed to our proposal." Gene smiled broadly.

"All of it?" asked Faith.

"All of it," answered Gene. "In fact, when I presented it to him, I also said you would get an extra $1000 for the anguish he put you through and 15% of the gross from the film."

We all began cheering and giving Gene high fives. When we had settled down, I looked into Faith's beautiful, captivating eyes and asked, "Are you sure? I mean are you really sure about this?"

Faith looked back at me, her eyes boring into my soul, "Rob, I want to give my virginity to you. Now I can't say this will be the most romantic way to do it, but you know I am a show off at heart. Yes, this is what I want to do. I love you and want us to do this together."

We embraced and I kissed her, "You love me?" I asked. When Faith nodded, I held her close and felt the warmth of not just her body, but her entire being pouring into me.

CHAPTER 19 THE MOVIE REFILMED

We all met with Glenn the following day, back at the warehouse. We used the previously filmed scenes to make sure everything looked exactly as it had before when they had attempted to rape Faith. She looked a little worried, but I stayed nearby, just off camera to help re-assure her. Glenn was notably absent for this scene. Gene took over as director. When all was in place, he called, "Places, lights, roll camera, sound check, action!"

My character, Calvin, burst onto the scene shouting, "Leave her alone, let her go." The other characters turned to see me leading all of the girls from the "Just Say No to Sex" club including their teacher, Miss Concepci¢n (as played by Lotta Curves) into the cavernous room. The girls were all brandishing field hockey sticks and Lotta egging them on, "Hit any man that makes a move, girls. If he tries to touch you, whack his penis." She waved a long pointer stick from her classroom over her head like a saber.

I rushed and began untying a sobbing Faith as Lotta threw a blanket over her to cover her naked body. The men (Cleveland, Ramon, Arnie, and Gene) all backed away from the advancing girls. Three of them still had their dicks hanging out and were struggling to cover them as the watched the swinging sticks coming their way. Lotta ordered the girls to stop, but keep an eye on them and then ordered the men to raise their hands.

"Girls, if any of them try to hide their penises, whack them. They think it's OK to stare at poor defenseless Angeline, but are too modest to let us stare at them. You," pointing at Gene, "Get yours out too." Gene quickly complied, letting his half erect penis out through his zipper.

I continued to free Faith from her bonds. When I had helped her, still sobbing, to move behind the group of girls, Lotta once again took charge.

She walked to each of the men and made sure their pants were tangled about their ankles. Then she turned on the two other women present, "You whores, get over here." Suzanne and Sapphire quickly complied with some trepidation. Lotta told them to get on their knees.

Lotta turned to address the girls. "Girls, these women are whores. They make money from men that think with their penises instead of their brains. The men expect them to do filthy things for them. In return, they get money and lose their dignity and self worth. These me, like most, will have sex with anything in a skirt and are willing to pay for it, even if it takes food from the mouths of their families. These men are even lower than the whores."

The girls continued to hold their hockey sticks at the ready but stared at the captives with rapt attention. 

"While they are here, I want you girls to see what a disgusting thing sex can be and what a disgusting thing the male penis is." Lotta walked in front of the men. "These penises are in what is called the flaccid, or un-aroused state. Notice they hang limply from the body." As she said this, she used the pointer stick to lift each for examination. "When the male brain thinks there is a female to be had, it sends blood to the penis, causing it to become erect. Some men need help with this." Now she prodded Suzanne and Sapphire. "Whores, disrobe and use oral sex to stimulate these worthless men."

The two women immediately stripped to just garters, stockings, and shoes. Each began to fondle and suck the two men closest to them as Lotta paced behind them slapping her palm with the pointer stick. She again addressed the girls, "Notice that these women are willing to debase themselves by placing their mouths on the vile appendages of the males. Notice too, that as they do so, they males' penises are beginning to enlarge as they become engorged with blood. Make note of the different sizes as they grow. While this man (poking Cleveland) and this one (poking Gene) have fairly substantial organs, the other two have lesser ones." She poked Arnie with the pointer. "Despite the large size of this man's body, his penis is just average." She poked at Arnie's six-incher. Then she turned toward Ramon, "This man has one of about the same length, but notice how it is much thinner it is. In slang, he would be called a 'pencil dick.'" Lotta turned toward the girls, beginning to look a little flushed, "When you do marry and have sex for the first time, you may be happy to have one like this," She turned again and wiggled Ramon's now erect member with her stick, "But just remember that size does not mean everything. Some may have more length," she prodded Gene's large cock, "And some may have more girth," she prodded Arnie, "And some may have both," she prodded Cleveland. "But it does not matter if they have no longevity or concern for their partner. If that is the case, even married sex becomes simply a chore." Lotta was nearly drooling at this point. She appeared a little flustered when she turned back to the girls. "That's what I've read anyway."

The girls meanwhile had been openly staring as the four cocks rose to the occasion under the expert ministrations of the two women. Lotta called them back to order, "Are there any questions, ladies?"

The girls stared blankly at her and several tried to speak, but lost the nerve. One finally did say, "Is this what that Monica Lewinsky did with President Clinton?"

"Yes, Sally, Miss Lewinsky was really nothing more than a whore for Mr. Clinton. He, of course convinced her that it was not sex to use her mouth on his penis." She paused at looked at the group. "We must be going now to get Angeline safely home. Be sure to thank her courageous boyfriend Calvin for saving her from defilement."

The entire group moved swiftly to the door and out onto the street. Miss Concepci¢n then said, Calvin will take Angeline home and the rest of you girls return to your own houses. We will discuss this further at our meeting next week." She then turned back to the door. "I must go back in and let those people know that they must never attempt to do such a thing again."

Lotta waved goodbye to her group. Faith and I climbed into the damaged Pacer and left with her leaning against me as I drove.

The next scene was Miss Concepci¢n, Suzanne, and Sapphire engaged in an orgy with the four men in the warehouse. This scene easily filled the time that Glenn required for his movie.

CHAPTER 20 THE FINAL SCENE

For the final scene, only Suzanne, Gene, Faith, and I were present. It was filmed by Gene in his studio, with Suzanne assisting with lights and other duties.

It started with a shot of me crouched in bushes below a window peering inside. The camera then moved in to show Faith entering a teenaged girl's bedroom. She wore a blue nightshirt with a picture of Tweetie Bird on the front. She looked at herself in her dresser mirror as she pulled the bun from her hair and then sensuously brushed it out, before plopping down onto the bed. Then she slowly began to caress her own breasts through the nightgown. She stared dreamily at the ceiling at first and then closed her eyes. One hand slowly ventured toward the hem of the garment, and then began rubbing her thighs as the hem inched upward, gradually revealing most of one smooth ass cheek and her white cotton panties. She suddenly sat up, causing me to duck down, and pulled the long shirt over her head, now clad only in panties.

Faith again reclined and played with her bare breasts. Then her hand again ventured lower, rubbing her stomach and then circling her mound to move to her inner thighs. Gene filmed this from several angles as Faith openly pinched her nipples with one hand and used the other to slowly but purposefully rub her panty-covered crotch. Soon, her hand ventured inside the slightly damp, white covering.

Calvin, my character, at this point was fishing his cock out of his pants and playing with it, never letting her eyes leave Faith's gorgeous body. Faith continued to probe and massage herself, moaning and cooing as she did so.

Faith suddenly sat up in bed and looked directly at the window. I had been caught and showed panic as I tried to hide despite being caught in the headlights. Faith leaped from the bed and tore open the window. In a sexy whisper, she said, "Why Calvin, wouldn't you rather watch from in here?"

I quickly climbed in through the window and sat at the foot of the bed. Faith reclined and began her sensual self-pleasuring once again. I let one hand slide to her leg and began massaging her calf. Faith opened her eyes and smiled at me, then beckoned me toward her. I moved up her body and kissed her. We held the kiss as Faith's hands now roamed over my back and ass. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable with fewer clothes?" she asked demurely.

I stood and removed my shirt, then sat and removed my shoes and pants. I rejoined her on the bed in white socks and 'whitey-tighty' briefs. We kissed and pressed our bodies together, obviously enjoying the feelings of skin on skin. Soon, my own hand ventured to her breast followed by my mouth. As I explored her nipple with my teeth and tongue, I slid off to the side (giving the camera a better view of her) and began working my hand down her body to the treasure encased in white fabric. I was pressing her wet panties into her slit when I suddenly stopped and grabbed my own crotch, and got a pained expression on my face. The camera switched to show a large wet spot growing in the front of my own briefs as I came prematurely. (Now this was planned. I am not that short fused. We did stop filming long enough for me to get to the point of no return with help from Faith.)

Angeline, Faith's character, did not belittle Calvin for this. She just smiled at me and said, "It makes me so happy that I can turn you on this much Calvin. Am I really that pretty?"

"Angeline, you are prettier than any of the other girls I know. You are perfect and no one else seems to know that."

"Am I prettier than those women at the warehouse? My boobs aren't as big as Miss Concepci¢n's. Am I prettier than her?"

"I hardly noticed those others at the warehouse I was looking at you. You are incredible."

Faith pulled me into another kiss, and then rolled off onto her knees beside the bed. She moved her hand to my crotch. "I think you should take these underwear off before they stick to you permanently," she said as she began tugging at the waistband. I rose to assist her as she did, revealing my mostly limp and drooling cock. She then looked up into my eyes and said, "Miss Concepci¢n said some men need some extra help to become aroused. May I try?"

I simply nodded and Faith took my limp dick into her mouth and began to suck and kiss and lick it back to life. She stopped when I was back at my full size and looked up at me some more as she stroked it. "Will you kiss me there," pointing to her crotch, "So I can see what it feels like?"

I nodded again and Faith crawled up onto the bed and peeled her panties over her hips and down her legs. The camera of course moved in for a close-up on her exposed snatch. I moved down between her legs and tentatively began to explore around her mons and thighs with my lips and tongue. "Tell me if you want me to stop," I said to her sincerely.

I gradually moved closer until I was touching her slit with my tongue and then using two fingers to part her lips. Faith and I both had nearly forgotten the presence of Suzanne and Gene as well as the camera. Faith had her first orgasm as I licked and nibbled her clit. As she came down, she was pulling me to move up her body. Breathlessly, Faith coaxed, "Come here, Rob. I want you inside me now."

"Cut!" Gene directed. "Faith, remember his name is Calvin."

The interruption startled us both and reminded us that we were supposedly playing roles in a movie. We both laughed, but there was tension in our voices. I know we both wished we were alone at that moment.

Suzanne suggested that she and Gene step away for a few moments. 

Faith and I lay together, our naked skin touching from shoulder to ankle. My finger lightly traced circles on her cheek and I looked into her eyes and softly asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"Rob, I love you and I want you. I want you to make love with me. I don't care if it's on camera. I want you inside me."

I kissed her lightly on the lips. "You are so beautiful. You make me feel so incredible. I've never felt like this about anyone, Faith. I love you so much. I want this to be a wonderful experience for you."

"It will be." She smiled.

"You control the whole thing. If you want me to stop, just say so."

"OK. Thank you."

I called out and Gene and Suzanne returned. The cameras were reset and Gene called for action, but we were already back into the position with Faith on her back and me hungrily kissing her sweet slit. This time, she called me Calvin as she pulled me up her body.

We kissed and I slipped off the bed and pulled her down so that her hips were at the edge of the bed. I lifted her left leg and placed her calf on my shoulder as I moved between her thighs. I placed the tip of my cock at her undefiled entrance, rubbing the tip up and down her slit. Very slowly I pushed the head inside her lips and gently moved it in and out just opening her lips. Faith had propped her upper body on pillows so she could see as I entered her. I was bumping into the barrier inside of her lightly with each short stroke. 

Faith leaned toward me and I bent to kiss her full lips and look once again into those haunting eyes. Faith reached behind me and pulled me sharply into her opening and gave a small, almost silent squeal as her hymen split and I was deep inside her. We held each other and did not move.

Gene and Suzanne were shooting close-ups of Faith's face and our joined organs. Then they moved back for a wider shot. When I felt Faith begin to relax and lie back on her pillows, I also felt her hips stir. I very slowly pulled back and then forward just an inch or so.

Gene signaled to get my attention and used his fingers to indicate what he wanted. He moved in from the side for a close-up where faith and I were joined. I slowly pulled back until only the tip of my cock head was still inside her lips and looked down to see the streak of blood that was on my cock as the camera got the shot that was to be the hallmark of the film.

When gene backed off, I gradually eased back into Faith. We began to move together going deeper and deeper until my body was bumping her clit on every stroke and my balls were slapping against her ass. Faith reached up to me and I lowered her leg and lay across her body. She whispered into my ear. "Oh, Rob. This is incredible. Ohhhh! This feels so good. I can't believe we waited so long."

I whispered back to her, "You are an incredible woman. You are so tight and soft. I love the way it feels to be inside you."

Suzanne signaled for our attention and indicated we should change positions. I withdrew from Faith and lay on my back on the bed. Faith moved up and straddled my slightly bloody cock. She reached between her legs and helped guide it back into her hole and rotated her hips as she settled down onto my member. I let her do the work and played with her ample breasts as she bounced and rotated on my cock. Suddenly she stiffened and had an orgasm much more intense than the one she had earlier. She collapsed onto my chest and her entire body spasmed as she kept saying," Oh God, Oh God." over and over.

It was too much for me. We were supposed to move to a doggy position shot, but I could feel the rush as my seed began to build up for an explosion. I pulled her higher and managed to just get my cock out of her clenching velvety cunt before I started shooting spurt after spurt up between her ass cheeks and onto her back and butt. Faith had totally collapsed across my chest and was starting to breathe normally again. Occasional tremors still coursed through her body.

Gene didn't bother to say, "Cut," but simply turned off the camera and he and Suzanne left the room while Faith and I kissed and hugged and kissed and hugged.

CHAPTER 21 CONCLUSION

I stayed with Faith at Gene's that night. We made love two more times that night and again when we awoke in the morning, but this time it was in privacy where we could use our real names and spend all the time we wanted exploring each other. I learned the difference between making love and having sex. And it is an amazing difference. The deeper feelings bring so much more pleasure that it is indescribable. I felt like I had been the virgin. It was a whole new experience. I tried to put it into words as Faith and I lay in the afterglow of our latest morning session, but she just smiled and shut me up with another kiss.

Gene worked with Glenn on the final editing. They filmed and added some clips to the credits showing Miss Concepci¢n leading a meeting of the newly created "Safe Sex Club" that replaced the "Just Say No" club. Another showed Faith and I, arm in arm in the Debate Club. Faith was no longer dressed in the nerdy clothes as before, but wearing a stylish skirt and her hair down. We were talking giving a presentation to the group on using compromise and patience to maintain a relationship. Another clip showed Miss Concepci¢n in a leather dominatrix outfit with Arnie and Ramon kissing her feet while Gene and Cleveland stood at each side ready to do her bidding. The final clip showed Faith and I in the Pacer, all repairs complete, driving off into the night.




Discovering Faith Pt. 03



When the film hit the shelves, so to speak, being sold in adult stores and on the Internet, word of mouth quickly spread and it was a hot seller. The proceeds from Faith's percentage easily covered her college expenses and left us enough to begin our own business.

Glenn desperately begged Faith to do a sequel, but we all refused. Working with Suzanne and Gene, Faith and I established our own film company. We made our own porn films, but concentrated on making films with deeper meaning. They were films that would appeal to women as well as men. Some had comedy overtones, but most tended more toward the dramatic and romantic. We even did some mysteries.

Faith did a lot of the script writing and set design, but neither of us acted in them anymore. It was actually fairly easy to recruit talent for the films. Faith actually did most of the recruiting, though we never again recruited any virgins. Our little company became known for fresh, girl-next-door actresses and quality film production. 

When I asked her if she thought we would ever find someone as incredible as her, she got a twinkle in her eye. "Well, you know my sister is planning to go to school here next year. Who knows?"

I couldn't believe she would suggest her own sister. "You've got to be kidding!"

"No, I'm not. She's always been the wild one in the family. Besides, it will give us a great titles for a new series."

I looked a little confused.

Faith giggled and continued, "You know, something like 'There's Always Hope' or 'Hope Springs Eternal.'"

I laughed and added, "How about 'Hope for the Future' or 'Hope for the Best.'"

*****

We moved into our own apartment midway through the following school year. In June, we had a double wedding. Faith and I committed our lives to each other and Gene and Suzanne had also decided to make their arrangement permanent. 

Love is great if you have Faith.

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