EPOV
Heaven.
I grew up with snow and wind and freezing temperatures, and trading them in for sizzling heat and hot sand and warm water is a trade I welcome. Snowboarding back home is my day at the beach here in Florida, and I use both of them to my advantage whenever I can.
Today is no exception.
I had woken up earlier this morning with an itch to get my board in the surf, to lose myself in the clear water and the rush when I'm able to get a good balance on my board. Surfing didn't come natural to me in the beginning when I had first gotten here for school four years ago, despite the years of practice I had put in on my snowboard, but eventually I had grown pretty decent. So when the itch had gotten strong enough this morning to be unable to ignore it, I had tossed my blankets off and scuttled over to my desk to finish the work I would need to do for the week. I had a quick paper to write about the latest in my internship experience at the station, adding the paper and pictures and other artifacts into both my online portfolio and sending to my supervisor in charge of my internship here at school. I don't like to surf with my head full of other shit; being in a present, unclouded mindset allows me to respect the ocean like it deserves.
I had texted Emmett down the hall and woke Jasper up to tell them of my plans, but Jasper had just rolled back over in bed, grumbling about not getting up this early on a Sunday, but Emmett had told me he would be down for a trip. I had finished all the work I needed to do, met Emmett in his room, and the two of us melted into the sun's heat without a thought behind us.
Now, as I straddle my board with no purpose of rushing forward to catch the next wave, I let the water trickle over and under my hands and legs. I watch the water criss-cross between each finger, the patterns my fingertips leave in the water almost obsolete in the vastness of the ocean around me.
There's nothing like the ocean to make you, and your problems, seem so small and insignificant.
I think back to my "problems" and wonder if I can consider them problems at all. I know that Riley is fine and is working towards a car of his own. I know Dad is working the kinks out with the insurance company so I know it's only a matter of time before I can put this all behind me and focus on making the best choice for myself.
Another part of me thinks about Bella and how I committed to helping her with her problem, even if mine has the potential to resolve itself quicker than hers will. I see a swell of wave rising perfectly and as I prepare to square up and stand on my board, I wonder if the earnings from our agreement will be significantly less or more than the check cut from the insurance company. I wonder if our proposition holds any logic.
I know it doesn't hold any guarantees.
Somehow I'm able to push all thoughts away and rise up, the adrenaline from catching the wave taking precedent in my mind. Emmett expertly rides the wave in as well, and we meet up a half hour later on the shore, water logged but grinning like fools, to take a break.
"Perfect waves today," Emmett sighs, and scans his eyes across the shore, first left then right, before settling against the sky.
"Perfect." I agree with him and sink down onto my towel and grab a water. "Great way to start a new week."
"Or end a weekend," Emmett counters and grabs a water from the cooler as well.
"Depends how you look at it," I shrug, chuckling at how our two different personalities come together to form a lifelong friendship. He's Teflon; nothing sticks to him, ever, and he never lets anything affect him. I, on the other hand, will worry a problem into the ground.
"Either way," Emmett responds, tossing his empty water bottle back into the cooler for us to throw away later, "it doesn't suck."
"Definitely not," I agree. Nothing about this sucks at all. The beach is quiet but full, everyone minding their space and business. Toddlers and other small children splash in the surf, sand toys coloring the shore in various fun colors of sand and upcoming summer. The other surfers, like us, sit a little further down from the crowd, respecting their space and our own. The waves are calm and rising; a perfect time for a dip.
"I'm gonna miss this," Emmett realizes, motioning with his hand to the paradise around us. "All this right at our fingertips."
"Not for long," I say, thinking of the convenience this solace has offered us over our time here. A place to escape, unwind, discover new sides of ourselves, to just relax and enjoy time with friends. In a few weeks, Jasper and I will relocate inward, gone within each passing mile the reach of the beach.
Emmett shrugs my worries off like he always does. "Even if we have to drive a little to get here, at least we can still get here," he says. "Even a day trip."
I nod in agreement, not thinking any amount of time or distance would be enough to keep me away from here. I shudder when I think of how miserable I would be back home without a beach visit like this as an option. "I would have had to say goodbye to this place."
Emmett's laugh is always easy and contagious. "I was going to try to convince you to stay," he says with a snicker, and I know without questioning him that there is truth in his words. "But you accepted the job in Chicago so I thought you had your mind made up."
I shake my head at both myself and Emmett's words. "I took it because I wanted something," I say, the fear of the unknown and the comfort of structure that college gave me suddenly unraveling, causing me to make a decision in haste. "I should have waited."
"Eh, it's not a big deal now," Emmett offers and offers me a fist bump. "You got what you wanted."
I realize how lucky I am and take a minute to acknowledge this.
"Now I don't have to say goodbye," I say, and wonder how the hell I would have been able to in the first place. This place, and these friends, have become my life.
"Nope." Emmett says, and points over towards the row of bungalows the girls will be moving into. I follow his finger. "Not gonna lie, I wish we found something like that."
I agree with him completely, taking in everything around me and wondering what I would do to be able to wake up to this every day.
"We probably could." I say, now that I think about it, but I know financially, none of us are there yet. Even the thought of an impending monthly car payment on top of paying off student loans makes me nauseous. "Not right now," I amend.
Emmett nods. "Soon. You, me, Jasper?"
"Hell yeah."
"Alright." He looks out onto the horizon with a smile.
"You know what you're doing yet?" I take the time to ask him his plans for after graduation.
"Back home for now until I find a job," he answers. "It's not too far from here or Rosie."
"You'll find one."
"I'm not too worried. Just crazy to think that in a couple of weeks we won't be doing this," he says, how much he'll miss it here evident in his voice.
"Maybe that's why I woke up just needing to be here," I think out loud, wondering if my body unconsciously craved the surf for mental or physical relaxation, or because I know I need to soak in time with friends that won't be as easily accessible as we've grown accustomed to.
My eyes catch sight down the beach of a girl with brown hair and it reminds me of Bella. I exhale knowing that she personally plays a huge part as to why I feel Vitamin Sea is the cure to all of my problems.
"You okay?"
I nod and take my eyes off of the girl and back to Emmett. "Yeah, just everything. School, graduation, car shit," I lie. Well, not lie, but withholding information from one of my best friends seems weird, especially when he can most likely offer me a lot of advice on the subject.
"Everything always works out." He says, smiling that carefree smile again, and moves to make his way back to the water.
I follow him, grabbing my board to coax the waves for some peace.
-ptp-
"Where did the girls go today?" My eyebrows are up to my hairline as I hold my phone in my hand trying to decipher what exactly I'm looking at in this picture that Bella sent me.
Jasper and I are lounging in our room just shooting the shit before we head down with some of the brothers to grill some burgers out on the back lot. Emmett and I had ended up staying at the beach for a couple more hours, laughing and taking down waves for the rest of the afternoon. It had turned out to be just the kind of day I was looking for.
That is until I get a text from Bella that raises questions in my mind. I examine the picture she's sent me for a couple of minutes until it dawns on me and I realize what she's doing and why she's doing it. I ask Jasper in hopes he can confirm my suspicions.
"Downtown, I think." He answers distractedly, looking over a couple of papers on his desk for something for one of his classes. "Why?"
"No reason."
On the outside, I blow it off. On the inside, I'm wondering if I'll have to give myself a little haircut as well.
"Shit," Jasper says, looking through his book bag once he realizes what he's looking for isn't in the papers on the desk. He finds the syllabus he's looking for and groans. "I didn't think this paper was due for another week. I have to go pick up a book at the library. I'll be back."
"Should I wait for you?" My stomach grows and reminds me of the burgers waiting for us.
"Yeah, I'll be quick. Just gotta pick it up."
Jasper leaves me in silence in our room.
I study the picture Bella sent me for a couple of minutes after Jasper leaves, my eyes drifting back and forth between the buzz clippers we sometimes use if we feel like skipping the barber and doing it ourselves and then back to my phone.
Do I need to? I wonder but then quickly shake my head. No, I don't need to.
I try to think back on all the videos I've seen since I added watching porn to my list of hobbies back when I was an adolescent. Not many videos I've seen star any men in them; I prefer only girls in all my videos.
Unless I'm in them.
Which brings me to take a peek down my basketball shorts to check out the goods.
This isn't some hook up in the dark or at a random party. This will be filmed, posted, and criticized for the world to see. Even though my face would remain a mystery, I still have my pride to think about. I eye the tamed-but-could-look-better forest underneath my boxers.
Maybe a little trim wouldn't hurt.
Grabbing the clippers, I hop myself over to the door, removing my boxers with each hop and stand in front of the mirror. I examine myself for a few minutes, wondering if I can somehow do this wrong and fuck my whole shit up, and eventually I reach over to the small trash can we have in our room. Time is not on my side, so I try to work quickly and make as little a mess as possible.
I've maneuvered myself so my legs are bent directly over the garbage can, core tilted back so I get a bonus ab workout at the same time as I give myself a porn haircut. There's a thought I'd never think I'd say.
I flinch at the sound of the buzzers and take a tentative swipe, watching carefully as the tiny shavings pool into the garbage can below. Nodding, thinking I have it all under control, I relax a little. When I've finished one side, I stop to admire my work in the mirror. Not bad.
I tilt again to work the other side when all of a sudden the mirror in front of me on the back of the door zooms closer, and quickly, and knocks me off balance.
"Have you seen my – what the FUCK, man!?"
I realize as I fall backwards, ass naked and into the garbage can that the mirror came in close and quick because the door opened without warning. Once I get over the fact that I'm sitting in a tiny garbage can with my legs smacked together into the air, I look up and see Jasper staring at me like I've lost my mind.
It's a possibility that he's not wrong and that I have, in fact, lost my fucking mind.
"Shit, Jas – you said you were going to the library!"
"I was but I forgot my student ID. I didn't think I'd come back and see you –" he pauses and points to me, still sitting in the trashcan, "manscaping your shit in our fucking room!"
"Sorry," I groan, attempting to both cover myself and get out of the fucking garbage at the same time. Once the door is firmly shut and I'm standing on my two feet again, I whisper yell at him. "I couldn't do it in the bathroom!"
He looks at me with an open mouth but no words can come out yet. "Why the hell do you have to do it at all?"
I can't tell him the real reason. I can't tell him that Bella went to the fucking shaving salon and got rid of hers completely. I shake the creeping image of intrigue that thought brings out of my head, so I lie again. "I don't know; I figured it was like mowing the lawn."
"Mowing the lawn?" I can tell by the look on his face that he can't believe this is actually happening right now and that we're having this conversation.
I shrug, trying to make it obvious. "You know, no one likes to do it but after it's done, it looks nicer?" It comes out as a question and I don't think I've managed to convince him.
He stares at me for a moment before pointing a finger at me, nodding slowly as he thinks he's figured it out. I don't think the truth would ever cross his mind. "You must be expecting some high end pussy."
"Why would you think that?" I ask, aiming for nonchalance as I reach for the clippers again. I haven't exactly put the idea of high end pussy and Bella together yet, and it almost makes me stop in my tracks.
Hmm. I'd be seeing Bella naked.
"Eh, maybe I'm wrong then," he says and flops back down on the bed; apparently his long lost library book will remain hidden. "You missed a spot." He points to my clenched hands covering my new manscape.
"Where?" I ask, automatically dropping my hands to peer and pull at my efforts so I can see it better in the mirror.
"Please don't let me see that mangina ever again," Jasper groans from his spot on the bed before coming over to me with a long and desperate sigh. "Fuck this, man."
He reaches for the clippers and takes over for me. I hesitate just for a second before relaxing. Never did I think I'd be okay with my friend shaving my balls, but after living with each other for four years, I'm glad we're comfortable enough with each other for this to not be a big deal. No shame at all, the two of us work our masterpiece together, giving each other tips and props with each buzz of the clippers.
"Not all of it," I remind him when he's nearing the end.
"You're lucky Alice likes a neatly trimmed –"
This time the opening of the door catches us both, and not just me, off guard.
"Yo, Jasp – "
It's Emmett, and his tumbling through the unlocked door has both Jasper and I falling over the garbage can again. Emmett looks at us both and stares before shaking his head.
He asks no questions but leaves us with an "I'm out," without a second glance.
Me too, man. Me too.
-ptp-
My signature flows across the printed paper Bella hands me, a perfect copy of our contract. Of our proposition. The blank ink is a great contrast to the white paper it's written on, ominous in an otherwise humorous situation.
In true Bella and Edward fashion, we find ourselves together in Bella's dorm room alone and drunk on Thursday night, about to take on our first performance. I had arrived here nervous, my legs almost shaking as I made the walk across campus from my house to her dorm. I had laughed at myself, usually confident in my game, but there I was, seriously doubting I would be able to get it up at all, let alone record it for others to watch.
Stage fright was not something I was accustomed to, so when Bella had handed me a shot almost the second I had walked into her room, it relaxed me a little to see that she needed a little liquid courage to get through it, as well.
An hour later, the shots and alcohol doing its job within our bloodstreams, I stare at the paper, at our signatures, and the severity should hit me like a bolt of lightning. Maybe it's the whisky or the thought of financial gain that has me laughing instead of worrying like I usually do, like I was on my walk over.
With Rose at dance practice for the night and Alice with Jasper, we use the drinks to calm our nerves and get the hardest part of this out of the way.
Our first time.
I don't suspect any other time after this will be as nerve wracking. There won't even be a next time if I fuck this up and can't make it happen. I look over at Bella, trying to convince myself that I'm making more out of this than I should. I've had casual sex before, friends with benefits, too.
The only difference between then and now is that this time it's with Bella.
She's wearing these little white shorts with a tight black tank top and now that I almost have permission to stare at her, I slip under my alcoholic haze and let myself stare.
The Florida sun has been kind to her, turning her skin a smooth light brown. Her hair is down and I notice when she turns to get herself another drink that it falls easily to the middle of her back, the thick brown waves tantalizing as it sways with each move she makes. Now that I'm staring, I slide my gaze lower, to the soft mounds beneath her white shorts and maybe it's the white fabric against her tanned skin or the bounce as she walks, but I think my fingers curl at the thought of being able to touch them soon.
Or maybe it's because I haven't had sex in a couple of weeks. I convince myself this is the reason why I feel myself grow edgy with anticipation.
"No turning back now," she says, plopping down next to me on her bed again. She tilts her glass towards mine and I smile, clink our glasses, and down the rest of mine in one gulp.
"Actually, it says right here that I can back out whenever I want to," I say, handing her the paper we just signed and point to where it says exactly that on the paper. She shrugs and dismisses me with a smile and another sip of her drink.
"Would you?"
Back out? I think of those shorts she's wearing. "Too late now."
"I have ideas," Bella says, and the look I give her shows her that I don't think her and her ideas are that wise anymore. I sigh and indulge her once again like I always do.
"Oh, yeah. Blocking the scene," I remember.
"Yeah." She puts her drink on her nightstand and turns so her legs are crossed and she's looking right at me. "I think I want to gain a following first. An audience. Week by week we indulge a little more for them."
I nod slowly, somewhat understanding what she's saying. "Like visual foreplay?"
"Something like that." She reaches for her phone. "I did some research on what guys look for in porn and what women want to see in porn." She shows me the articles she's 'researched'.
"And?"
"Do I need to explain what guys want?"
I shake my head. "Nope."
I'm highly aware of what guys want. I place my finished drink next to hers and lean back onto her bed on my elbow. Her bed is not new to me. I've crashed here plenty of times but now that I intend to do more than just sleep in it, I try to focus on her and not what we're about to do. Together. "What about you?"
"What do I like…." Bella stops to think for a minute. "Realism."
"You can't get more real than this," I say and point to us and what is about to happen. We had officially gotten our test results back, had been given a clean bill of health and Bella had opened up a banking account not shared with her Dad. This is really and officially about to happen.
She shows me a clip of a video. "When I watch these, it's easy to see what actually feels good versus some girl screaming just to please the audience." She looks at me pointedly as if I single handedly contribute to who she's talking about when she says audience.
"You mean some of it's fake?" I ask her in joking disbelief. "Don't break my heart, Bella."
"You can't tell? It's so obvious," she states and puts on another video to prove her point. We watch it for a couple of minutes before she tosses her phone to the side.
"No one's ever faked it with me," I boast with a laugh and she laughs too, sending me a look of warning. Maybe a little pity thrown in there, too.
"You'd be surprised."
I think back to all of my encounters over the years.
"Have you ever had to fake it?" I ask, second guessing every time I thought I had given the gift of the Big O in my mind, and her responding look tells me what I need to know. I'm appalled. "Really."
Hmm. I just thought it was a myth that girls fake it.
"I think the more authentic our tape is the better."
Now that I'm aware of how much power and how easily lies can fly out of a female, I'm determined to make sure it happens every time from now on. "I don't think that's going to be a problem."
Bella laughs at my words and stands up, placing her hands on her hips. She moves to stand in front of me. I sit up so I'm still sitting on her bed but my feet are flat against the floor and watch as she continues. "So just follow my lead and do what I tell you and I won't have to fake it."
I like that she's taking the lead here but I stop when I realize what she's said. "Wait. You would actually fake it with me?" The nerve.
She laughs. "No, but not to spare your feelings." She says and slips those white shorts down, stepping out of them while I try to pick my jaw up off the floor. I wasn't expecting her to do that. It's shocking but as I gaze at her, my eyes trickling down her body and then back up again, I see bronzed legs, long and inviting, and I realize that it's not unwelcome, either.
It's always the quiet ones, I think to myself, surprised that I'm not surprised that Bella would be the bold and brave one out of the two of us here. I mean, this whole thing is her idea to begin with. She continues. "If we're doing this, you better believe I'll be getting something out of this, too."
I want to cover my eyes; I like what I see. I shouldn't be seeing this; why haven't I seen this sooner? We shouldn't be doing this – why hasn't this crossed our minds earlier? All of our friends do this on the regular; it wouldn't have been unheard of for us to give it a shot as well. I try to disentangle myself from my web of nerves through the looseness of the alcohol swimming through my blood. Even with copious amounts of alcohol surging through our veins, I need to make sure she's okay. At all times.
I tear my eyes away from where her shorts – and underwear- have disappeared from, and find her eyes, looking for any signs that indicate a change of heart. She gives me a small smile and a nod of her head telling me to relax, before stepping in closer to where I am sitting on the edge of her bed.
It should feel strange, her wrapping her arms around my shoulders, me wrapping my arms around her waist, but it doesn't. It's small, this show of reassurance, but it's all we need. In just one embrace, we've calmed our nerves. Reminded each other that as long as we communicate, we'll be okay.
When we separate, Bella flashes me that smile again but also gives me a playful shove in my shoulder, and I'm acting like her small frame actually did some damage when she sits next to me on the bed and turns around so she's lying on her stomach. It doesn't take long for me to accept the fact that this is a view I can get used to. My eyes drift from smooth, unblemished skin to a glimpse of pink flesh that boasts of slippery softness. I swallow, not knowing if it's okay for me to just go and act on all the thoughts I'd like to do to this new and exposed side of her.
"Okay, now I'm nervous."
She laughs and rolls over so she's facing me. She makes no move to take her shirt off. "Just go slow."
"Slow?"
She nods. "I want to tease our audience a bit. Slow until it can't be slow anymore."
"Got it." I nod and hop off the bed, exhaling loudly. "Where do you want me?"
"Right here," she says, handing me my phone. "I'll be here." I watch as she rolls back over onto her stomach, inching closer to where I stand at the edge of the bed. She's tilted her hips back at a favorable angle.
"From behind first?" Again, another unexpected move. Not that I'm complaining from where I stand.
"Yeah, I want it from your point of view for the first video."
"Have you told anyone that you're switching from majoring in elementary education to directing a porno?" I ask casually.
She gives it right back. "Porno? Do they even call it that anymore?"
"I can't work under these conditions," I joke, used to her giving me shit for everything, but she snags a hand out and pulls me back, both of us laughing as we get back into position.
I think about how it would look like from behind the scenes, using the camera on my phone to see if filming it from my point of view would be beneficial to her 'vision'.
She shows up on my camera like she's made for it. I swallow and hastily move to take off my clothes, hopping around on one foot as I trip out of my shorts and toss my shirt over my head.
"To build the following, yeah, yeah." I continue as if the world didn't just shake from my off-balance new form of a strip tease.
"And no boobs this time, either." Bella says, rolling around to catch me shuck my boxer briefs off and kick them aside. Luckily this time I remain upright.
I stand there looking at her in disbelief, not caring that the only thing I'm wearing is the question mark on my face.
"What? No boobs?" This chick is unreal.
She laughs loudly, hiding her smile into her pillows as she rolls back over again. "Nope, not yet. Next week. Maybe not seeing them will spike up the ratings for next week."
"Spike up the ratings? Are you for real with this shit?" I laugh at her absurdity.
"Yeah. Maybe more people will come back hoping for more."
I exhale and pull my hair a little on the ends, trying to keep track of the rules. I tick them off on my fingers as I go along. "Okay, so I can't kiss you, tits are off limits." I take a step back and point towards the lower half of my body. "What am I supposed to do, stand here like a fucking coat rack?"
She moves her head from the pillows and lets out a loud laugh when she looks down and sees the situation that I'm referring to. Even without touching her and with hidden skin beneath her blank tank top and matching black bra, I'm ready to go.
I briefly marvel at how quickly she's gone from just Bella to something kind of sexy. Then again, I'm an almost twenty two year old college male and there's a promise of sex and an almost naked girl in front of me.
Yeah, that's it. Definitely.
Maybe it's out of pity, but she huffs and sits up off of the bed. With a feigned annoyed smile, she lifts her shirt to flash me a quick glimpse of next week's guests. From what I see, I can tell this whole situation 'won't suck', like Emmett says. I let out a loud laugh as she gets herself back into her desired position.
I exhale with a whistle, stepping back towards her. This time I get the balls to run my fingertips along the edge of her shirt as it rests against her lower back. "I like them." We both laugh hysterically at this whole fucking situation.
She attempts to talk through her laughter. "Thanks. Nice coat rack," she says between laughs, and nods her chin downwards and then towards my phone again.
I take that as permission to get this over with.
My hand shakes slightly as I reach out to touch the bare skin I had seen earlier, and the feel of them beneath my fingertips is better than I thought they would be. I marvel at the smooth expanse in one hand while clutching my phone in the other.
"This okay?" I ask after a few minutes, not wanting there to be any awkwardness between us, even though it will be inevitable at some point. Consent is my constant ally. I slide my hand to the flesh between the two globes of round skin I had been eyeing, and use and listen to her response as my guide. My large fingers against her tiny figure impose both a contrasting and natural image. The sight is one that is as aesthetically pleasing as physical; I'm itching to get her on film.
"It's fine." Bella answers, her voice light and airy. I bite my lip when I see that she's arched her back and inched herself closer towards my fingers. "Are you?"
"I am if you are." I watch her head fall back towards her chest as I slip a finger, two, inside. I lick my lips at the sight, my eyes unable to look at anything other than her.
"I am." She answers, this time a little more breathless than moments before. I swallow again, loving the way she feels against my fingers, wondering if I'll be able to keep my cool when it's time for me to do this without the barrier of a condom.
"Do I have to remind you that I'm not an actual real live porn star?" I ask out loud when I realize how into this I am, how pleased I am with all things Brazilian. "Don't expect a two hour performance from me." I am surprised by feeling anything more than insecurities and awkwardness as we cross that line of just friendship. Apparently, we've crossed that line and we don't look back.
"It's okay," she informs me, and I'm focused again. She won't make me feel like a two pump chump. She moves so she's inches from the bedside, lined up exactly where I'm standing. "Be loud."
"Hmm?" I ask, looking at us on the screen through the face of my phone. I remove my fingers and place a hand on her hip, holding myself ready in my other hand. She turns to look behind her, catching one last glimpse at our friendship before we shatter it. I think she told me something but I can't speak any coherent words as I slide myself into her, a place I never thought I'd be. Ever.
"I need to hear you on camera," she repeats, looking back over her shoulder at me. Her dark hair slides across her skin as she eyes me behind her. "Girls like that."
She's talking about the video we're about to make.
She demonstrates a sound that guys like as we let our bodies settle within one another, and I let out my own response.
"Fuck," I exhale, and she turns back with a laugh.
"Exactly like that," she admires, and I pretend that I was practicing for the camera and not because this feels pretty fucking spectacular.
"Tell me when I should start recording." I manage to say between thrusts, if you can call it that. I'm moving so slow that thrusting sounds inaccurate.
"Now," she says and turns back around. I make sure her face is fully out of view on the screen before I press the record button.
The only thing visible on camera is parts that can only be identified through acts like this. I make sure the camera has ample views of everything appealing to both guys and girls, alternating with different areas to focus on as the camera rolls.
It's difficult doing this one handed but I manage to keep the slow pace she requested, disappearing within her and painstakingly withdrawing back. A few minutes in and I can see her meaning. It's enticing to see on film and the slow speed a fucking tease to feel around me. I use my free hand to roam whatever skin I can reach and push her hips back onto me until she tells me to stand still and focus on filming.
I listen to her and stand completely still with the camera rolling, letting her circle and bounce and back up onto me. I let out a groan, husky and shallow, every time I disappear completely within her. I can't say it's all for the sake of the video at this point as I watch her take control.
I pull all the way out and pause for a second, making her turn back and look at me with a question on her face. Her face is flush from the drinks and other activities, and I see that the look definitely suits her. The look she gives me tells me to continue.
As a fairy frequent watcher of porn, I can admire the content we're uh, doing, and the way it feels as an authentic participant. I disappear within her again, trying to focus on filming and not throwing the camera across the room so I can use my other hand to grab onto her other hip like I want to.
We take our turn adding in our own commentary, and I don't know if we say or sound the way we do for 'ratings', or because it feels too damn good to deny how it really feels. All I know is that there's no way she faked it this time because eventually I feel her around me, clenching and pulsing and squeezing me to the brink of collapse. I hear it in her voice, the way sounds tumble out of her mouth one after another, not loud enough to wake up her neighbors but loud enough to spur me on.
I end the video, knowing that I can merge another video onto the end of this one.
"Where should I – " I pant, my hands sliding up to tangle in her dark hair. With each push, her hair grazes my hands on her hips, and I can't help but pull it within my grasp. I can feel my pace picking up speed but there's no fucking way I can stop now.
She's still breathless in front of me. "On my back."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, but if I get anything on my face –"
I laugh. "You won't, you won't, I promise."
"Faster now."
She doesn't have to tell me twice.
I press play on my camera again, and I do as she commands, eliciting a breathy sound from both of us. I speed up, hard enough to hear the sound of skin against skin. The sound is accompanied by muffled cries into her pillow, spurting out in beat with the slapping of the skin.
"Fuck" is on repeat from my lips, the only word my depleted brain can muster. I abruptly pull out when I feel the end is near, sliding her hair and black tank top higher on her back as I spill myself onto her, painting her back with our evening entertainment.
I click the Stop button and collapse next to her, looking over at her, like this, for the first time. Bella's on her stomach still, her face pink and tinted with a glow I can only place because I'm covered in it as well. I watch her breathing return to normal and a slow smile spread across her face.
"That was….fun?" she asks tentatively, and reaches her hand up for the high five we agreed upon in our contract.
"Definitely."
Our hands clap together differently than they ever have before.
-ptp-
It's on, baby.
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I feel like I should remind everyone that this is a fun, happy, (and crazy) fic. I'm a teacher that is losing her mind with this whole virtual learning BS while also virtually homeschooling my own two wild and crazy boys. This fic (and the beach!) is my salvation, so it will be light and fun and happy and the exact opposite of the way things are in RL at the moment. Just two more weeks and I'll officially be putting some (not all) stress behind me for a bit. Please enjoy!
I happened to come across a meme that was absolutely perfect for this fic. I'm convinced that it was designed specifically for this crazy story. (Or maybe it's the universe's way of telling me that I've lost my mind for dreaming of this convoluted tale). I laughed my ass off and jokingly wondered which one of my crazies made it – that's how perfect it was!
See you soon!