Our beds were only a few feet apart, but for one reason or another we never left them.
But just because we didn't touch, didn't mean we didn't talk. She asked how far I'd gone, and I told her about making out with Kate in the bathroom where she let me finger her before we got scared of getting caught. Jessica let me feel her up when I gave her a back rub once, and she told me if I was a year older she'd fuck me.
She confessed that once on vacation, she took a shower with her cousin and he got hard. They kissed and touched but never went further. And one time, at camp, she went to give a blowjob only to have the guy come the second she touched him with her lips.
Our hands moved under the blankets as we talked, and we stared at one another in the dark, both of us mesmerized by what we didn't know.
When she handed me the Polaroid, her hands shook.
"I'll take a picture under the blanket for you, if you take one for me."
For years, I kept her sticky fingers hidden in a cigar box on the shelf. Every once in a while, I take it out and remember her lifting the blanket and giving me a glimpse of heaven.
Once, at dinner, years later, she took me to her room and dug through her closet.
I got my real camera working again so I should be able to get some better pictures than I do with my phone. Here's me playing the "slow reveal" in bed this morning.
Okay, so I know it's overdone, but I can totally see why. Especially as someone who grow up with a polaroid, taking pictures of ourselves, the dog, etc. these feel really nostalgic. And since you can take an otherwise mediocre picture and have it fit right in, it offers a lovely space for things that didn't have a home.
I didn’t pause before kneeling on the floor between them and looking up at them. Mr. R reached down and tousled my hair before turning my head towards his friend. “Why don’t you start by sucking Robert’s cock? I don’t see any point in waiting, and besides, I want to see if you’ve learned anything. Be a good boy and don’t make him wait.” I reached up without thinking and undid the man’s zipper. He was already half hard from the conversation, and he touched my face gently before I pulled him from his pants and wrapped my hand around him. His cock was thick, and while I didn’t have much comparison, I was both instantly turned on and nervous. I looked up into his eyes as I opened my mouth and took his head between my lips, and he just sighed as he grabbed me by the hair. “There’s a good boy,” he whispered, thrusting into my mouth until I gagged. I had been getting a lot of practice, but his thick cock was new, and it was harder for me to breathe around than with Mr. R. But still, I sucked him anyway, moving my hand up and down his cock as he grew harder in my mouth, and I slowly moved into a solid rhythm as he began to fuck my face. When I finally was able to take his whole length into my throat, he held me there around the base of his cock as he groaned, and just then I heard the doorbell ring once more.
She nodded at my growing bulge as she slid her dress up until I could see her black underwear beneath it. I watched as she traced the outline of her lips with her nails. I couldn’t think.
“I want to watch you come,” she finally said. “Don’t touch me. Just come for me.”
I had my cock out a second later because there was no other response. I stood in front of her, looking down as I took myself in hand and began to slowly jerk off.
“Fuck that’s hot,” she said, sliding her hand into her panties. “Come closer.”
I leaned over her, watching her fingers through the fabric and I squeezed my cock tightly. I could smell her excitement as I watched us both.
“I want to come all over you,” I said, picturing it in vivid detail. “We’ll never kiss, but we’ll do that.”
“I want you to come here,” she said grinning as she slid her panties to one side, exposing her smooth pussy. “Intimate and grotesque.”
I leaned in closer, watching her fingers as they entered her, and I could barely stand. She rubbed herself faster as my hand became a blur and it was hot and uncomfortable in perfect harmony. Never in my life had I wanted to come as badly as I did right then.
I'm a big fan of casual nudity. It's one of the things that frustrates me so much about adult content policies on sites like Tumblr and Facebook, which instantly equate nudity with sex. It can be difficult for me to take photos where I'm just me. Just a naked person sitting on the couch without trying to impress, but I think it's important.
And also a whole lot of fun. Let's all be a bit more naked when there are no agendas on the table.