Looking Through the Lens
By Ryan Sylander

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Chapter 18



   “How am I supposed to develop this roll now?” I asked.
   “Darkroom,” Heather said.
   “Oh, right, I forgot I have one in my basement,” I said sarcastically.
   “Maybe this will give you incentive to get one.”
   I turned and looked at Heather.   Her tone was mischievous, but she was a little 
flushed herself.
   “I thought you couldn’t develop color film in a darkroom,” I said.  “That’s what you 
said, anyway.”
   “It doesn’t matter, because I slipped a black and white roll in there when you were 
out asking your parents about coming out.”
   “What?  Why?”
   “So I could tease you,” she said deliberately.
   “You planned to flash me?”
   “Sure.”
   I looked down at the camera.  Inside that black metal body was a picture of Heather 
on the beach, sunset on her smiling face, top pulled aside.  The film knew Heather more 
intimately than I did now.  
   No, that wasn’t true, I corrected.  All the film had was an imprint of her flashing the 
camera her left breast.  I had everything else.
   “Where to now?” she asked.
   “Me?  I thought you were taking me out.”
   “Well, I told you, I just wanted to take you to the concert.  But we still have use of the 
car for a little longer.”
   “What time do you need to have the car back?”
   “About half an hour from now would be reasonable, I think.  That’s when the concert 
would be over, and I promised to come straight home.  They weren’t willing to let me 
drive too much at night.”
   “Half hour is not much time to go anywhere.”
   “We could go make out,” she said.
   I looked at her.  “Really?”
   “Well, why not?  Unless you don’t want to.”
   I bolted towards the car.  “Last one there loses a fishing point!”
   I heard Heather laugh richly behind me.  When I reached the car, she was close 
behind.  “Nice one.”
   I stood by the passenger door grinning stupidly, pulling on the handle impatiently and 
humming a random melody.  Heather took her time with the keys.  The light was fading, 
but I could tell she was making me wait on purpose.  Finally she opened her door.  Then 
she fired up the engine, and started backing out of the spot.
   “Hey!” I yelled, banging desperately on the window.  She started moving forward  
down the lot slowly, acting as if I wasn’t there.
   I jumped up onto the hood.  It was a stupid move.  My camera swung about wildly as 
I stretched out limbs to avoid falling back to the sandy concrete.  I had envisioned it 
being a smooth leap up onto solid footing, stopping her in her tracks with my 
commanding stance.  Instead I looked like a drunkard learning to hacky-sack.
   Heather was laughing so hard she had to stop the car.  The abrupt jerk as she pressed 
the brakes was enough to send me off the front of the hood.  By pure luck I managed to 
land on the run and keep from falling.
   “What the hell was that!?” Heather asked, as she came out of the driver’s side door 
laughing uncontrollably.
   “I don’t know.  More dangerous than I thought, for sure,” I said, trying to keep my 
heart inside my body.
   “You are crazy!”
   “Um, your car is rolling away.”  I pointed.
   Heather turned and looked.  “Oh, shit!”  The Escort was starting to roll back down the 
lot.  She ran around the door and jumped in, stopping it before it got near any of the other 
cars.  I went over to the passenger side as Heather unlocked it.
   As I sat in the shotgun seat, Heather took a deep breath and looked at me with mirth 
in her eyes.
   “Let’s go somewhere,” she said.  
   “Okay.”
   She drove in silence for a few minutes, before pulling into an empty beach lot further 
out of town.  She drove slowly, easing the car into the furthest spot.
   The sunlight was almost fully gone now.
   As soon as she turned the car off, she opened her door.  “Don’t move,” she said 
seriously.  Heather closed her door and walked around the front of the car.  She opened 
my door, and then climbed onto me, straddling me on the seat.  Without warning she 
pressed her lips hard against mine, almost painfully.  
   I wound my hands around her waist as she writhed on top of me.  My neck was 
craning awkwardly and I heard her head bump the roof several times, so I reached down 
and fumbled with the seat release.  With a yelp from Heather, we fell along with the 
reclining seat back.  Heather laughed into my mouth, and then murmured hungrily as the 
added room allowed her to press against me better.
   I liked her aggressiveness, I had to admit.  When we kissed casually throughout the 
day, it was sweet and carefree.  But the previous night in the park, and now, Heather was 
different.  She was in control.  I was happy to let her be so.
   Her lips pulled on mine, trying to taste them from every angle.  I closed my eyes and 
enjoyed the connection we had.
   She sat up smoothly, and pulled her arm into her side.  In one fluid motion, she 
slipped the strap of her top down around her elbow, and then pulled her arm out of the 
loop.  In the dusky light, I could still make out her eyes glinting at me.
   “Do me to flash you again?” she said softly.
   I nodded and mumbled a vague affirmative, watching the silhouette of her curvy 
waist move sinuously against the dark blue of the sea night behind her.
   She leaned down onto me and reached around into the rear seat.  She straightened up 
again, and I heard the ascending electronic whine of a flash unit warming up.  The pitch 
reached its peak after a few seconds.
   Heather held her arm out over my head, and then light burst from her hand.  There 
was no shutter noise, just the quiet ‘tack’ of the flash bulb igniting.  I realized she was 
discharging just the flash unit on its own.
   The bright light sped back into the cargo area of the car, bounced off the rear wheel 
wells and striped rear glass, and then focused back onto Heather’s body sitting above me. 
   I watched as the lightning revealed her hand on her strap, the black top pulled down 
only slightly, and her other arm still stretched above me.  Her eyes were fixed on mine, 
and her face was fixed in a sultry smile.  
   Then it was pitch black.
   Like a hyper-slow strobe, she discharged the bulb every few seconds, each time 
pulling on her strap slightly to reveal herself more to me.  I watched raptly, as between 
flashes the image of her glowing white skin was burned into my eyes like a negative.
   Slowly the curve of her breast was exposed, and then the darker nipple, and then it 
was completely free.  The flashes came slower as the batteries tired.  The electronic 
whine dipped lower each time, and the anticipation to the next image became more drawn 
out.
   I reached a hand up and cupped her breast just as she lit up the night again.  Heather 
was absolutely still as I gently caressed her.  I pulled myself up and took her nipple into 
my mouth.  Heather let out a slight gasp as she discharged the flash once more.  The 
electronic whine whizzed by my ear like a tiny bug and then I heard the flash bounce 
onto the driver’s seat.  Heather’s hands wrapped around my head, pulling me into her 
chest.  
   I took a deep breath as I gently licked her hardened nipple.  There was a slight peach 
scent on her, which made me shiver in pleasure.  
   I left off with a kiss on the upper part of her breast, right where it started curving up 
from her chest.
   As I lay back onto the seat, Heather followed me down and kissed me again.  Our 
tongues explored and battled.  Ardor grew and receded like the waves nearby.
   “Oh, Matt, I wish I didn’t have to take the car home,” Heather said into my cheek, as 
she breathed heavily.
   “I know.  But don’t get in trouble, please.  Let’s go, if it’s time.”
   Heather buried her face in my neck, regaining her senses after the passionate kisses 
we had just shared.  
   I sat in awe, wondering what it was going to be like to make love to my friend.  If 
kissing her was this good…
   I knew one thing, I wasn’t going to stress out about it like I had with Julie the 
previous year.  
   Heather finally sat up, and slid her top back into place.  
   “We’ll save the other one for another time,” she said, patting her right breast.
   I laughed.  “Alright.”
   The overhead light was most unwelcome when Heather opened the door and climbed 
off of me.  
   “Do you have to stay home, or just drop the car off?” I asked as she pulled out of the 
lot.
   “I just need to have the car back.”
   “Do you want to hang out at your house?”
   “We could.  We have a porch out back, with a comfy couch.  But the view isn’t as 
nice as your Aunt’s.  And my folks will be around.  We could go to the pier, if we want to 
be alone,” Heather suggested.
   “Mm.  I’m a little tired, let’s just crash at your place.  That couch sounds good.  I just 
want to be with you.”
   Heather gently ran her hand along my cheek between downshifts.
   I smiled at her, even though I knew she probably couldn’t see it.  I knew she felt it.
   
   -----
   
   Heather’s parents were playing cards at the dinner table when we arrived.  When she 
saw us, Heather’s Mom smiled brightly and folded her cards to the table.  A moment later 
she was giving me a hug.  I grinned at Heather over her mother’s shoulder.
   “Matt, so good to meet you,” she said.  “I’m Mairead.  I hear you will be joining us 
for dinner tomorrow, that’s wonderful.”  
   I gave Heather a look.  She covered her mouth with her hand apologetically.
   “Yes, thank you for the invitation,” I said.
   “Oh, it’s nothing.  Come, what would you like to drink?”  Her accent was slightly less 
thick than her husband’s.  Or maybe it was just that her feminine voice masked it.
   I reached over to Aongus and shook his hand as Mairead waited in the doorway.  
   “Most opportune, young man, thank you!”  He gestured to the cards.  “Mairead had 
me by the… well, you know.”  He dropped his voice.  “Now I’ll have a chance to make 
some changes to her hand.”
   “Aongus,” she chided.
   He chuckled.  Mairead just shook her head and walked down the long hall into the 
kitchen.
   “How was the concert?” she asked.
   “Excellent,” I said.
   “We both really enjoyed it,” Heather agreed.
   “Do you listen to much classical music, Matt?” Mairead asked.
   “No, not really.  But I did like this.”
   “Good, good.”
   Mairead offered a half-dozen beverage choices, and I settled on a lemonade.  She 
poured four glasses.
   “Would you like to play some cards?” Mairead asked us, gripping two of the glasses.
   “We’re going to hang out on the porch,” Heather said.
   “Well, another time, then.  If you need anything, make yourself at home, Matt.”
   “Thanks.”
   She went back down the hallway.  
   “Aongus!  Stop touching my cards!” we heard her exclaim as she disappeared into the 
dining room.  “One point penalty!”
   I burst out laughing, as Heather rolled her eyes and pulled me out the back door.
   
   -----
   
   The couch was comfy.  Heather was leaning with her back against my chest.  Our legs 
were intertwined along the length of the couch.  
   “What do you want to do when you’re done with high school?” she asked.
   I thought for a while.  “I don’t really know yet.  Do I have to decide right now?” I 
joked.
   “No.  I was just wondering.  I guess it’s coming up a little sooner for me since I’ll be 
a junior this year.  Next summer I’ll be visiting colleges.”
   “Crazy.  What are you thinking of?”
   “Art.  Photography.  Writing.”
   “You seem to know a lot about photography already.”
   “Nah.  I need to do it more.  I’ve mostly read about it.”
   “Do you have any of the pictures that you took for your art class?”
   “Yeah, I kept them.  They’re not that great, though.”
   “I’d like to see them.”
   “Some other time.  I feel really content in your arms right now,” she said, wiggling 
against me.
   “Alright, I agree with that,” I said, giving her a squeeze.
   “So what do you like doing?” she asked.
   “Hmm… Playing my guitar, skiing, reading sometimes.  I like taking pictures too, but 
as you can tell, I just started that.”
   “When is that roll of film going to be ready?”
   “I didn’t get around to dropping if off today, my Aunt’s car was dead and I was too 
lazy to walk.”
   “Too lazy?  I thought you’d be itching to see them.”
   “I am.  But it was really hot when I got back from lunch at your work today.”
   “Mm, which was really yummy, thanks again.”
   I kissed the top of her head.  “I’ll bring it in tomorrow.”
   “What does Lara like to do?” Heather asked.
   “She’s good at everything.  She breezes through school.  I don’t know what she’ll end 
up doing, though.”
   “You and her seem very close.”
   “We are,” I said simply.
   “Do you talk with her about me?”
   “What do you mean?”
   “About us, I don’t know.”
   “Sure, I told her we got together at the park.”
   “What did she say?”
   “She thinks it’s great.  She really likes you.”
   “Really?  That’s cool.  I can tell that you two have a special bond.”
   “Mm.”
   “She’s close with Julie, right?”
   “Julie?  Yeah, they’ve known each other forever.  Ever since we started coming here 
when we were really young.  But this summer they haven’t really hung out.  Probably 
because of what happened with me.”
   “And James seems to have taken Julie’s place anyway,” Heather added.
   I froze for a second, wondering how Heather meant that statement.  Did she know 
about Lara and Julie?  It didn’t seem likely.  Rather she probably meant that James was 
taking up Lara’s attention now.
   “Yeah, they seem to be hitting it off real well,” I finally said.
   “Did we interrupt them the other night when we got back from the park?” Heather 
said, mischief creeping into her voice.
   I laughed a little.  “Yeah, I think so.”
   “Was she mad?”
   “Mad?  No, not at all.”  I left out what Lara really thought about it.  Suddenly I 
remembered her plan for the evening.  I smiled, glad that I had taken the front door key 
with me.
   “Isn’t she worried that your parents or aunt will walk in on them?”
   “I guess not.”
   “Maybe she likes the excitement of possibly getting caught.”  It wasn’t a question.
   “And grounded forever.”
   “Is that what your parents would do?” she asked.
   “I don’t know.  I’m not really sure.”
   “They don’t seem like that type.”
   “What would your parents do?”
   “If they came back here and we were all over each other?”
   “Yeah.”
   “They’d probably have a talk with me, but it wouldn’t be a big deal.  They’re pretty 
loose about stuff like that.”  
   “Mm.”
   “I think.”
   There was a pause.  Then Heather took my right hand and guided it onto her chest.  
She slowly pushed it down under the fabric of her top.
   “Do you think– ” I started to whisper.
   “Shh.”
   Her smooth skin slid by my fingers as she pushed on my wrist.  Her nipple slipped 
between my thumb and finger, and it was very firm.  My hand cupped around her breast.  
Heather rolled her head onto my shoulder as she scooted up a little more.  I looked at her 
neck for a long moment, and then at the porch door, and then at her neck again.  
   I placed a gentle kiss on her neck as my fingers played with her nipple.  Her hand 
gripped my wrist tighter, and she strained back against me.  I shifted a little as my arousal 
grew.  
   My kisses trailed along her neck.  When I reached her ear, I gave it a soft kiss.  I felt 
her face soften into a smile.  She pulled my hand away from her breast, and gently glided 
it over her upper chest.  She pushed it down the valley between her breasts and onto her 
tummy, and back up several times.  
   I dug into her neck with more heated lips now, and she pushed my hand down over 
her jean shorts.  As my fingers rubbed along the zipper, Heather’s body tensed up.
   She bent her legs up and opened them slightly.  She let go of my hand, letting it slide 
to her side.  Her shorts were tight against her body, and when I ran my hand further down 
across the rough denim seam that ran below the zipper, she shivered and took in a sharp 
breath.  I pressed a little harder as I moved my finger up and down around the curve of 
her mons.
   I was somewhat in pain from the way Heather was pressed against my half-erection, 
and my left arm was asleep, pinned between our bodies and the couch cushion.  I didn’t 
dare move and break the spell, however.
   Her body was taut as I ran my hand over her thigh.  Her leg felt wonderfully smooth.  
I could feel her muscles quivering under my touch.  
   As my hand returned to the warm area between her legs, she turned her face up to 
mine.  I wasted no time in kissing her.  She threaded her tongue through my lips, and bent 
her back, arching her chest up in pleasure.
   We froze as heavy footsteps clunked in the hallway.  The kitchen light went on.  We 
were well below the high windows, but I pulled my hand to my side as Heather relaxed 
into me again.
   I could hear Aongus humming a lively tune as he clinked some glasses onto the 
counter.  Some liquid was poured.  
   “Need more lemonade out there, Heather, Matt?” he called.
   “No thanks,” we both called back.  I wondered if our voices would betray our aroused 
state.
   “Heh, heh, I’m beating Mairead for once!  You must be good luck, Matt.”
   “Glad to help,” I called out.
   The light went off and the footsteps receded back to the dining room.
   Heather returned immediately to where we had been, pressing back against me and 
pulling on my head with her hand.  She found my mouth with hers and resumed the fiery 
kiss.  When I didn’t immediately return to caressing her body, she took my arm and 
placed it on her tummy again.
   As I slid my hand up across her breast again, I heard the distinct click of a snap, and 
then the slow pull of a zipper.  She never relented in her kiss as I pushed over her nipple 
and back down across her tank top.  I knew what she wanted me to do.
   As I crossed the bare flesh of her stomach, Heather started breathing differently.  I 
met the thin fabric of her underwear and slipped over it.  The smooth cotton was warm, 
and fluffed a little from the hair underneath.  I pressed gently against her, unsure what to 
do next.  I tried to remember Lara’s anatomy lesson on the beach from a  few weeks 
earlier, but every thought I was having seemed to vanish into the pool of intense pleasure 
I was feeling.
   Soon my fingers curled down around her mons and between her legs, slipping into the 
tight spot between her jean shorts and panties.  The fabric became damp under my touch.  
I gently rubbed the prize that it still covered.  
   Heather gave up trying to kiss me, and instead rolled her head away from me, too 
ecstatic to concentrate on keeping her lips on mine.  She lifted herself and loosened the 
shorts a little.
   I felt incredibly aroused at being able to make her feel so good.  I just wanted to make 
her explode with pleasure now.  
   I heard Heather’s mother laugh freely in the distance.  All reservations about being 
caught receded.  
   My mouth sank into her tender neck, making her writhe again.  With a gathering of 
courage, I moved my hand up onto her tummy, and then slipped under the hem.  My 
fingertips forged through her soft hair.
   “Oh my god,” Heather said softly as I approached her wetness.
   My middle finger suddenly slipped between her folds and into moistness.  As I 
pressed my arm onwards, I crooked my finger, following the river it was swimming in.  I 
slipped into her entrance, pushing through her almost sticky arousal. 
   Heather let out a moan, which I cautioned with a gentle shush.  But I didn’t let up, 
straining with my shoulder to get a better angle.
   My finger was almost burning from the heat I found deep within her.   I took in the 
sensations of her trembling channel, trying to feel every bit of her as I moved in and out.
   Soon Heather’s voice started making little noises, moans and oh’s, short and quiet, 
but clearly out of her control.
   I remembered something Lara had said, so I pulled my finger out of Heather, and slid 
it up across her lips.  As I reached the union, I felt a little fleshy protrusion.  I smiled as 
Heather tightened up again while I began to massage it, explore it.  
   “Matt…”
   I responded with a kiss.
   “Matt… You don’t know what you are doing to me.”
   “Making you feel good,” I said softly in her ear, gently rubbing her button.  Amazing, 
I thought, as I watched her chest heaving.
   “No, you don’t understand,” she said with labored voice.  “I’ve been waiting for this 
moment for so long.  Ever since I’ve first met you I’ve imagined you touching me.  I’ve 
pretended it was you.  I thought it would feel amazing, but this, this is beyond ecstasy!”
   She turned her sweet eyes up to me, eyes lost in desire.  I knew there was nothing in 
her world but me right then, so I kissed her hard and ramped up the pressure with my 
finger.  Her little vocalizations returned, a little louder, a little more urgent.  
   I built up the vibrations in my finger, listening with a smile as she lost control of her 
body and her voice.  I hoped that her sounds weren’t carrying through the house, but this 
was too amazing to stop.
   With a slow shudder, Heather reached what could only be an orgasm, I knew.  I 
smiled with deep satisfaction.  A year of pent-up sexual tension was flowing wildly and 
uncontrollably from her body, and I was right behind her to absorb the impact full on.
   Sometimes life fills you so full of the moment that you feel like your body is spilling 
over with sensation.
   As she wound down from her high, I relaxed my hand and drew it out.
   There was nothing to say.  Heather just leaned back against me, and I wrapped my 
free arm around her chest, holding her close.  The crescent moon was just becoming 
visible beneath the eaves of the porch, and it smiled at us on its way to chase the sun.