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Subject: {ASSM} Seduction by Videotape/Whitley 16 (Otzchiim)
Date: Mon, 3 Jul 2000 23:10:05 -0400
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While this is a multi-chapter effort, it began as a set of
(unconnected, for the most part) short stories and still retains
enough of that character that you do not have to read each one in
turn to understand what is going on. Think of it as a series of
incidents in a biography. The sexual activity is invariably M/F
(or m/f in some cases and jurisdictions), almost invariably
consensual, there being one exception in here. Drugs show up
once or twice, defloration more often.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SEDUCTION BY VIDEOTAPE
After Sharon Rosenfeld broke up with David Whitley, she had
dated another boy from high school a couple of times after that,
named George Johnson. She kind of hoped George would give her
something for Christmas, even if she was Jewish, but he didn't, and
her little unhappiness was part of why she accepted David's
invitation to spend New Year's Eve with him.
She did decide not to tell her parents anything about her
plans, since they would not have approved. Decisions that did not
involve doing anything were easier for her to make -- especially if
all she had to do was to keep delaying mentioning things. Her
parents were a bit concerned about her going out with any boy,
especially one who wasn't Jewish; not that she would have much
choice of those around here.
Maybe the slow decision was something that Sharon inherited
from her parents, since being Jewish was never mentioned to her
until she was a teenager and interested in boys.
David was the youngest child in his family and the only one
still left home. His parents were going to be out at a party until
late, and to judge by the past they might sleep off the drinks
there. Sharon was an only child, and she was sure that her
parents would not be home until two, so there would be plenty of
time after midnight for David to drive her home.
David had given some thought to the possible causes of his
lack of luck with Sharon, and before asking her over this time he
had made some decisions as to how he might be more successful with
her this time.
For a lot of time that day, because his mind kept drifting
back to it, David thought about making Sharon's labia wet and slick
with his fingers, then carefully fitting the knob of his erection
to her opening while she trembled under him, and moving slowly in
and out until he met the barrier of her hymen, then pressing in
until it gave, and feeling the muscles inside of her give then to
allow him into the tight clinging wonderful tunnel of her vagina.
His parents left at eight o'clock, and David was in his car
within a minute or two after, to pick up Sharon and hurry back.
David kissed her on the nose as they got in the car. She always
half liked that and half felt that he was making fun of her. She
worried a lot about the size of her nose.
He had made a big bowl of popcorn, and he lifted some wine
from the cupboard -- which his parents would never miss, he was
sure. He also had two videotapes sitting out that he had rented.
They were not the sort that you would expect him to pick out
just for himself, or at least the first one of them wasn't. That
was a Greta Garbo film from the thirties called "The Painted Veil."
It was black and white and very somber. She sipped her glass of
wine and tried to act very sophisticated.
The story of a missionary's wife in China who is neglected by
her husband and falls in love with another man affected Sharon
quite a bit, or that and the wine did. She had sipped through
three glasses by then, to David's almost one.
By the end of the movie, Sharon was feeling very sad and weepy
and romantic and vulnerable. And David was giving her long, deep
kisses. Sharon was sure she liked the movie, and that she liked
the way David was making her feel -- but she was undecided if she
should feel that way, at least about David.
The hesitation showed in the expression on her long thin face,
and as she said "I'm not sure..." and paused, David used the method
he had prepared to bring her out of her introspection.
"The second movie is going to end only a few minutes before
midnight if we start watching it right away," David told her, and
she agreed, since that let her postpone deciding how she felt.
The other movie was more of the sort she would expect from
David -- but maybe not entirely. This was a thing entitled
"Tequila Sunrise," with Mel Gibson, about police work and drug
smuggling. Gibson showed a lot of his body, several times, and
that sight affected Sharon more than she expected.
David's arm around her reinforced the feeling, and his hand
stroking her neck and cheeks made the Jewish teenager snuggle
closer to him. Another glass of wine was gone then.
Then a love affair developed in the movie, and there came a
long sequence of Gibson and a woman making love in a shower, shot
in such a way that you couldn't quite see it, but you could believe
that the two of them were really having sex -- and it certainly
sounded like it!
Sharon let her imagination put her in the Michelle Pfeiffer
role, with Mel Gibson's body against hers and his arms around her
lifting her up, and him thrusting into her, driving her higher and
higher.
Just at the point that the two people on the screen were
reaching a climax, David's tongue entered Sharon's mouth and his
hand went up in the inside of her blouse, to softly caress one
breast.
And as the make-believe love scene ended, the real one got
going. The end of the movie went unnoticed as David unbuttoned her
blouse and lifted her bra up. Sharon was not sure if she wanted
this to happen, but it was so much easier to not do anything than
to object.
As "The End" came on the screen, his lips tasted one nipple.
As the acting credits and then the technical credits came up,
Sharon slowly cooperated as David's hands opened her skirt and lay
it aside. He lifted a blanket from where it was behind the couch
and had her sit on it, he said to keep her skin from sticking to
the material on the couch but in truth to catch any trace of blood
he brought from her.
As the screen went blank and turned into that single
ever-rising horizontal line, his hand entered her panties and then
slowly drew them down her legs. Her breath came faster and faster,
but somehow it never formed itself into words that would say no to
him.
His loafers and jeans and briefs had just come off and the
condom had just gone on as the machine shut down and the television
changed to a broadcast channel.
"Seven! Six! Five! Four!" came the chanting from the crowd
at Times Square. Now she came to a decision at last.
"David, I want you so much..." Sharon whispered to him.
And as the ball came down, so did he.
Sharon gasped as he entered, spreading her farther open than
she thought possible, but then she didn't know much about it.
David gave her long slow strokes until her body could accomodate
him. Her legs went around him and began creeping upward as his
body smoothly increased its motion until he was pounding deep into
her.
He brought her to her first climax of the night, her first
ever not acheived through masturbation, very quickly.
The second followed a few minutes later, and she shook under
him again.
The third was much bigger, bigger than any she had given
herself, and came just as she felt David plunge deep in and shudder
as his semen filled the contraceptive. "Oh, Jesus!" she cried out,
and neither of them heard it to apppreciate the irony.
He did not get her home much before two.
--
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