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Ryan Sylander
Looking Through The Lens http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ryansylander/www/ Chapter 18: In the Evening
“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 build one.” I turned and looked at Heather. Her tone had been 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 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, the sunset on her smiling face, and top pulled aside. The film knew Heather more intimately than I did, for now. No, that wasn’t true, I corrected myself. All the film had was an imprint of her flashing the camera with her left breast. I had everything else. “Where to now?” she asked. I laughed. “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 the car for a little longer.” “What time do you need to have it back?” “About half an hour from now would be okay, 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.” “A half hour isn’t much time to go anywhere,” I mused, looking around. It was quickly getting dark. “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 and got in. Then she fired up the engine and the headlights, and started backing out of the spot. “Hey!” I yelled, banging desperately on the window and trying the door handle again. She started moving forward down the lot slowly, acting as if I wasn’t there. I took some quick steps and 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. Through the windshield, I could see and hear Heather laughing so hard that 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 managed to say, as she came out of the driver’s side door laughing uncontrollably. “I don’t know. More dangerous than I thought, that’s for sure,” I said, trying to keep my heart inside my body. “You’re crazy!” I pointed. “Um, your car is rolling away.” Heather turned and looked. “Oh, shit!” The Escort was starting to roll back down the gently sloped lot. She ran around the open 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 a mixture of mirth and relief in her eyes. “Let’s pretend that never happened,” she said. “Okay.” Heather shifted into gear and 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 walked around the front of the car. She opened my door and 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, I fell backwards with the reclining seat, Heather still clinging to me. She 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 close to 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 you want 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 pressed against me as she reached around into the rear seat. Then 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 the light burst from her hand. There was no shutter noise, just the quiet “tack” of the flashtube igniting. I realized that she was discharging just the flash unit, by itself. 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. I watched as the lightning revealed her hand, clutching her strap. The black top was pulled down only slightly, and her other arm still stretched above me. Her eyes were fixed on mine, and her face was set in a sultry smile. An instant later, it was pitch black. Like a hyper-slow strobe, she discharged the light every few seconds, each time pulling on her strap slightly to reveal more of herself to me. I watched, raptly. Between each burst of light, 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 a little lower each time, and the anticipation of the next image became more drawn out as the recharge took longer and longer. 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 away 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 of the nearby ocean. At some length, the passion grew less aggressive. “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. We should 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. “All right.” The dome 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 at 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 gear shifts. 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 melodic feminine voice masked it. I stepped over to Aongus and shook his hand. “Most opportune, young man, thank you!” He gestured to the cards. “Mairead had me by the… well, you know.” He dropped his voice and pretended to reach for her cards. “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 hallway and 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 lemonade. She poured four glasses, handed me one, and gave Heather the second. “Would you like to play some cards?” Mairead asked us, gripping the other two 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 happy in your arms right now,” she said, wiggling against me. “All right, 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 with you today.” “Mm, which was really yummy. Thanks again.” I kissed the top of her head. “I’ll bring the roll 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. No, 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 asked, 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.” Heather was quiet for a moment, and then said, “Maybe she likes the excitement of possibly getting caught.” It wasn’t a question. “And grounded forever,” I added. “Is that what your parents would do?” “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 really 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 her arm 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 a little cushy 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 had 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 waist band of her panties. 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, at which I cautioned with a gentle shush. But I didn’t let up. I was 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 ohs. They were 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 their 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 that were completely lost in desire. I knew there was nothing in her world but me right then, so I kissed her hard, and gently ramped up the pressure with my finger. Her little vocalizations returned, a little louder, a little more urgent. I built up the vibrations of 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 even to pause, much less 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 as if you are 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 gibbous three-quarter moon was just becoming visible beneath the eaves of the porch. It smiled at us, on its way to chase the sun.
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