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Disco Volante wrote:
> THE CAMERA EYE
>
>
> III.
>
>
> The clouds parted, allowing a narrow swath of golden rays to
> spill down onto the capitol dome. Two young women sat talking on
> the steps, the colors of their hair and clothes suddenly blazing
> to life in the sunlight. I focused my lens quickly. The break
> lasted for a dozen clicks of the shutter before the sky closed up
> again and everything faded into to gray. I shouldered my camera
> and walked on. Sometimes it seemed that the world was just a
> collection of images; beautiful moments that ended all too
> quickly and would never happen the same way twice. I'd been drawn
> to photography because I liked the idea of being able to capture
> and hold on to these moments, even ones as simple as a glimpse of
> sunlight on a rainy afternoon.
>
> I spent most of the weekend taking pictures downtown, trying to
> put what happened with Nicole out of my mind. I didn't regret it,
> but screwing around with another guy's fiancé wasn't something I
> was proud of, no matter how much fun it had been. I also had
> other things to worry about. The quarter was nearly over and
> finals would begin next week. All of the serious students were
> already living on caffeine and starting to twitch nervously. I
> didn't quite fall into that category, but I still had a lot of
> work to do.
>
> Sunday evening I was putting the last touches on my Photography
> project when the phone rang. It was Nicole.
>
> "Hi Rick. Are you busy?" Her voice was low and seemed to have a
> tired edge to it.
>
> "Not very," I answered. "Just finishing something up. You okay?"
>
> "Yeah. I've just been prepping all week and I'm getting burnt
> out." She paused for a moment. "Can I come by?"
>
> "Sure." I didn't see any harm in it, though I wondered what she
> had in mind.
>
> Ten minutes later she was at my door. Her lips were chapped and
> several strands of her chestnut hair had escaped from her
> ponytail to dangle beside her face. She definitely looked
> stressed. I sat with her on the couch as she vented about her
> classload and exams and her fiancé who wasn't calling as much as
> he used to.
>
> Nicole was still talking as I moved over and started rubbing her
> back. The muscles felt like coiled springs. I pushed her forward
> a little, and her voice trailed off as I moved my hands to the
> junction of her neck and shoulders. She lowered her head and
> sighed. After a few minutes I pulled my hands away and stood up.
>
> "If you stop now I'll strangle you," she said, looking like she
> meant it. Luckily for me I hadn't intended to quit just yet.
> Guiding her down onto her stomach, I started working on her neck
> and shoulders again as she lay stretched out on the couch. She
> moaned softly into the cushion as kneaded her muscles with a
> little more force. I wasn't a skilled masseuse by any means, but
> when you have relatives with chronic back problems you tend to
> learn a few things.
>
> "Hold on." She rose up and pulled her shirt off before lying down
> again. Her tanned skin was dotted with a handful of freckles, and
> I used them as landmarks as I slowly rubbed my way down along her
> spine. Just as I got to her lower back she raised up a little and
> reached down to undo her pants. I tugged them over her athletic
> legs and off completely, leaving her lying there in only a pair
> of white cotton panties. I slid my hands underneath them, half-
> massaging and half-fondling her butt as she gave another soft
> little moan.
>
> I rolled her over to work on her front. It was nice to be able to
> take my time and explore her body without feeling rushed. She
> pulled her bra off and dropped it to the floor, her heavy tits
> bouncing with her movements. I caught them with my hands and
> kneaded gently, rolling them around in slow circles on her chest.
>
> After a little while I leaned back and let my fingers glide down
> over her stomach. Enjoying the smoothness of her skin, I moved my
> hands along her hips and thighs, sliding my fingers teasingly
> close to the crotch of her panties. Her breathing quickened every
> time I touched her inner thigh.
>
> Unable to resist any longer, I caressed the soft cloth-covered
> bulge of her vulva for a moment before sliding my hand down into
> her panties. She moaned as I cupped her pussy and started to
> stroke it with slow circular motions, the warm, moist lips almost
> sticking to my hand. I pulled my fingers away to get them slick
> with saliva, and as they drew close to my face I could smell her
> on them. It was an intoxicating scent that reminded me very much
> of maple syrup.
>
> Altering my plans, I leaned down and kissed her twat through her
> panties before pulling them down around her knees. The lips of
> her shaven pussy were a dark pink color and curled outward like
> the petals of a flower. I moved in and gently tasted her. It
> wasn't quite the same as maple syrup but it was still good. I
> began flicking and swirling my tongue over her labia, my hand
> running softly over her flat stomach.
>
> There was something especially intimate about going down on a
> woman, much more so than with fucking. I was drinking her in;
> inhaling her; enjoying the taste and scent of her sex while her
> soft moans urged me on.
>
> Nicole shuddered as I locked my mouth on the top half of her
> pussy and sucked, sliding my tongue over her clit and upper lips
> with slow, fluttering licks. After only few moments she suddenly
> gasped sharply and twisted aside, trapping my head with her
> thighs to keep me at a distance. It took me a second to realize
> that she'd already come. Apparently she'd really needed it.
>
> She released me and relaxed again. I let my hands wander gently
> over her body while she rested with her eyes closed and her arms
> folded across her chest. After a little while I noticed that her
> breathing had become very soft and rhythmic.
>
> "Nicole?" I called quietly. Nothing. She'd fallen asleep. I shook
> my head and smiled as I went to get a blanket.
>
> I returned to my project, occasionally stopping to look over at
> her as she slept peacefully on the couch. It felt strangely good
> to have her there. Her presence made the place a lot less lonely.
> She was out for almost two hours. When she got up she pulled her
> clothes on and quickly checked the time.
>
> "Shit," she groaned. "I still have a *lot* of studying to do."
> She finished putting her shoes on and gave me a hug, seeming
> tired but a lot more relaxed.
>
> "Thank you," she said, resting her cheek against my chest.
>
> "Anytime." I supposed that I meant it. That's what friends were
> for, right?
>
> She smiled and left. I went back into my room and tried to
> concentrate. I had exams of my own to deal with.
>
> ***
>
> Finals came and went in a hectic blur. Then it was spring break,
> and I ended up being stuck at home while most of the students
> went off to have fun. Money was getting tight and it looked like
> I was going to have to find a roommate to help with the rent.
> Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I was getting a little tired of
> living alone anyway.
>
> The new quarter started and to my surprise I discovered a
> familiar face in my Spanish class. It was Angela. Almost two
> months had passed since I'd seen her last, but just a sidelong
> glimpse of her face was enough to make my pulse start racing. I'd
> been telling myself that I'd gotten over her. It was suddenly
> obvious that I wasn't a very good liar.
>
> I sat behind and to the side of her. Her hair looked a bit longer
> that it had been, but she still kept it wild like she'd just
> woken up or had sex. She was wearing her black-rimmed glasses and
> the piercings in her ears and nose glinted prettily. For a moment
> I hoped that she wouldn't see me, then kicked myself for being
> such a coward. So what if her boyfriend was a hundred times
> better looking than me? That didn't make it illegal to be
> friendly. A few minutes into the class she glanced back and saw
> me. Her face brightened into a smile and she gave me a little
> wave. I smiled back and returned it, feeling my mouth suddenly
> get dry.
>
> After the class ended I went over to talk to her.
>
> "Hey there," I said.
>
> "Hey," she replied, grinning. "Long time no see, Mr. Cameraman."
>
> "Yeah." I suddenly felt like a blushing schoolboy. "I never got a
> chance to ask how you liked those pictures."
>
> "They were really great, thanks." She started walking slowly and
> I moved into step with her. We headed outside.
>
> "I meant to call you," she added, "but I kinda thought you'd
> never want to talk to me again after I stood you up like that. I
> didn't mean to...I just had a lot of stuff happening at once."
>
> "Sometimes things come up. It's all right." I tried not to stare
> at her as we walked. She was just as pretty as I remembered, and
> being close to her again was reminding me of how much fun we'd
> had together. "I was kinda looking forward to seeing you use
> chopsticks, though."
>
> Angela gave a quick little smile. "No, it isn't alright. I'm just
> glad you don't hate me." She paused for a second and looked over
> at me, the silver stud in her nose gleaming. "Do you?"
>
> "Nope," I answered, looking her in the eyes for a moment. "In
> fact, I think you're thoroughly awesome." I winced inwardly as
> soon as I said it, hoping that it didn't sound as lame as I
> thought.
>
> Her grin reappeared and she held my gaze. "Well, you're pretty
> cool too." A moment later she looked away, seeming suddenly
> awkward. We stopped outside of the computer center.
>
> "Rick," she began, suddenly looking serious. "I got back with my
> old boyfriend. That's part of the reason why I couldn't go out
> with you."
>
> "I know," I said, managing to smile a little. "I've seen you two
> around. You look good together."
>
> "Thanks." She immediately seemed more cheerful. "So, can we be
> friends?"
>
> "Yeah," I answered, feeling a sinking sensation in my gut. "I'd
> like that." Even though I'd known this was how things would be, I
> hadn't needed it thrown in my face.
>
> "I'd like that too."
>
> "Okay. See you Wednesday?" I asked, suddenly eager to be a
> million miles away.
>
> "Yeah. Catch ya later."
>
> Angela turned and left. I walked off feeling like a fool. Somehow
> it made perfect sense that I'd fallen in love with someone I
> couldn't have.
>
> On Wednesday Angela and I exchanged a quick hello in class, but
> that was all. When the class ended I saw her boyfriend waiting
> for her at the door. Outside I watched him grab her and kiss her
> deeply while she ran her fingers over the back of his neck. It
> made my stomach twist into knots. I walked away, wishing there
> was some kind of mental switch I could throw to shut my feelings
> off. Maybe it would rain again.
>
> Two weeks passed. Angela and I talked fairly often. We always
> paired up during speaking exercises, though we couldn't seem to
> go very long without cracking jokes or doing something silly that
> left both of us giggling like a pair of kindergarteners. We got
> along really well. It was great during the three hours a week I
> had with her, but the rest of the time it just made things
> harder.
>
> I daydreamed about her like I was some lovestruck teenager. I
> wanted to spend a day getting to know each part of her body. Or a
> month. Or a year. I wanted to be able to know exactly what she
> was thinking just by the way looked at me, or the way she moved.
> I wanted to be the one she came home to, the one she laid down
> next to at night, the one she woke up with in the morning. I
> wanted too much.
>
> My search for a roommate hadn't gone well. I'd had a couple
> calls, but both had seemed a little too flaky. One day after
> class I mentioned it to Angela. She told me that Nicole had a
> friend who might be looking for a new place.
>
> "Cool," I responded, not really thinking about what I was saying.
> "I'll have to ask about it the next time I call her."
>
> Angela looked at me curiously. "Next time?"
>
> I'm sure there were about a hundred smooth ways I could've
> answered and covered my ass, but I couldn't think of one to save
> my life. Instead I clammed up and looked away, feeling my face
> getting warm.
>
> "Oh my God...so it's you?" She asked, seeming incredulous.
>
> "Huh?"
>
> "I figured she was seeing somebody. She hasn't been her normal
> pissy self." She frowned and looked away, a hurt expression
> appearing on her face. "I guess I should have known." She
> abruptly turned and walked off.
>
> I watched her go, feeling shitty. I wanted to say something but I
> didn't even know why she was acting like this. Maybe she thought
> I was some art student player who fucked everyone who posed for
> him. She had to realize that I was too clueless and transparent
> for something like that. I wondered why it even mattered to her.
> It occurred to me that maybe it was for the same reason I didn't
> like seeing her getting frisky with her boyfriend, though I
> wasn't really sure if I could believe it. Why would she even feel
> that way? I wasn't anything special.
>
> I did talk to Nicole, though I felt almost guilty about it. Her
> friend was a girl named Renee who wanted to get out of the dorms
> and into a real place. The idea of having a female roommate
> seemed a little weird, but I didn't see any major drawbacks to
> it. Apparently neither did Renee. I cleared my stuff out of the
> spare room that had served as my studio, a part of me almost glad
> to see it go.
>
> Renee moved in a few days later. She seemed pleasant enough, a
> lively redheaded sophomore with a large build and striking green
> eyes. She was tall and a little on the thick side, but she was
> definitely more curved than flabby. Nicole helped bring her stuff
> over. Renee didn't have much in the way of furniture yet, not
> even a bed. She seemed fine with the idea of sleeping on the
> couch in the living room until she could get one.
>
> After she was settled in, she and Nicole opened a bottle of wine
> and talked in the living room for a while. I had to retreat into
> my room to work on a paper. Nicole left and Renee went to finish
> unpacking, humming along with the radio as she did. I found it
> quite soothing.
>
> Later I came out to find her curled up on the couch, her bare
> shoulder sticking out from under the blanket. Her eyes were
> closed and her expression was very serene. I'd once read that the
> only time a person's natural face appeared was when they were
> asleep and relaxed, when they were no longer concerned that
> anyone might be watching them. As with most women I'd seen, Renee
> was at her most beautiful when she wasn't trying to be.
>
> Nicole dropped by again a few days later to hang out and watch a
> movie. Afterward I went to my room to catch up on some reading
> while she and Renee chatted. I left my door open so I could hear
> their voices. I didn't want to listen in, I just liked having them in the
> background. The sounds made the place seem more alive. After a
> while I heard Renee start to yawn.
>
> "Sorry." I heard her say. "I really gotta get some sleep."
>
> "It's okay, I need to get going too." Nicole responded. "Go
> ahead. I'm just going to say goodbye to Rick."
>
> "'Kay. Night." I heard the door to Renee's room close. She'd
> gotten an inflatable mattress to tide her over, though sometimes
> she still slept on the couch.
>
> Nicole came in and shut the door behind her. She didn't say
> goodbye, or anything else for that matter. She only smiled wryly
> and pulled me to the bed, kissing me and pulling my clothes off
> with an eagerness that was hard to resist. Not that I was really
> trying to, but I still felt a sense of guilt. My hesitation
> quickly gave way to desire as I felt her hands begin stroking up
> and down over my swelling cock. Maybe it was my built-up
> frustration about Angela, or maybe it was something else.
> Regardless, I was suddenly more aroused than I'd ever been in my
> life.
>
> I lifted Nicole up by the waist and tossed her onto on the bed,
> hearing a quick moan escape her lips. It took a fair bit of
> willpower to stop long enough to tug a condom on, but it gave her
> the opportunity to strip out of her clothes and fling them to the
> floor. I moved in and pinned her to the sheets, hooking my elbows
> beneath her knees to lift her legs up and open. Without pausing,
> I quickly positioned my cock against the lips of her pussy and
> pushed in. I was rougher than I'd intended to be, but Nicole only
> groaned and dug her fingernails into my back as I penetrated her.
>
> She clutched me tightly as I began pumping hard, her eyes wide
> open and locked on mine. She felt even tighter than I remembered.
> Despite this she still came first, surprising me by twisting her
> hips around violently and crying out my name. The wild ride was
> enough to bring me over the edge, but just as I was about to come
> she squirmed away from my cock, causing it to slip out of her. I
> froze and tried to hold back, but it was too late. My dick
> throbbed in the open air as I had a frustrating half-orgasm while
> still holding her tightly by the legs.
>
> Nicole lay there panting, her arms crossed over her head with her
> hair spread out wildly on the sheets. It looked like she was
> really out of it. I eased off and fell back on the bed, still a
> bit surprised at my own ferocity. After a minute she sighed and
> crawled over, snuggling her compact body up against me with her
> head resting on my shoulder. I ran my fingers gently through her
> hair, feeling somewhat unsatisfied but glad that she'd seemed to
> enjoy it.
>
> After a little while she rose up and gave me a quick kiss. She
> paused, her eyes seeming to wander over my face before leaning in
> for a much longer and deeper one. I put my arms around her and
> pulled her tighter against me, her tits pressing firmly against
> my chest. I was quickly getting hard again. Without breaking the
> kiss, she reached down and peeled the condom off before sliding
> fully on top of me with my cock squeezed between her muscular
> thighs.
>
> She slid down lower, kissing my chest as she let my cock nestle
> up lengthwise against her pussy. I could feel the teasing warmth
> of her soft labia against my shaft as she slowly began rotating
> her hips. I'd been using condoms for so long that I'd forgotten
> just how great naked flesh could feel, even just rubbing like
> this. I supposed that Nicole might have been thinking the same
> thing. She changed her motions from circular to almost straight
> up and down, sliding her pussy along the length of my cock with
> short little fucking motions. I palmed her ass and moved against
> her, feeling her quick breathing warm my chest as she lay with
> her head turned to one side.
>
> Seeming to have teased herself enough, Nicole suddenly rose and
> climbed up to straddle my face. I grabbed her around the thighs
> and pulled her to my mouth, hearing her gasp as I licked my way
> up and down over her protruding lips. I found the firm point of
> her clit with my tongue and began flicking and sucking at it
> lightly. She whimpered and started grinding herself gently
> against my face, coming a few minutes later with a sudden lurch
> of her pelvis. I backed off as her shivers stopped, remembering
> how sensitive she seemed to get. I held her by the hips as she
> rested for a moment. She was looking down at me, her tits rising
> and falling quickly as she caught her breath. I smiled and kissed
> the inside of her thigh, just glad that she was able to orgasm so
> easily.
>
> She slid back down over my body, planting a series of warm kisses
> along my chest until she reached my lower stomach. Taking me by
> the hands, she guided me into a sitting position on the edge of
> the bed and knelt down in front of me.
>
> "I want you to cum on my chest," she said quietly, looking me
> steadily in the eyes. Her face was slightly flushed and very
> serious. I felt a rush of heat spread through my body as she
> leaned in and put her mouth on the end of my cock. She sucked it
> slowly, her lips gliding up and down over the head while she
> tugged the shaft with both hands. I reached down and fondled her
> heavy boobs, squeezing and hefting them as she moaned softly
> around my cock. I knew it wouldn't be much longer. Nicole was
> sucking me harder, taking me deeper into her mouth.
>
> "I'm close," I told her, feeling myself hovering on the edge. She
> gave a few more quick sucks and then slid forward between my
> thighs to trap my straining cock between her tits. They were
> incredibly firm and soft, and I groaned as she squeezed them
> together with her hands. My dick was almost completely engulfed
> between them. Then she started moving her boobs up and down along
> the shaft, and I came almost immediately. The first spurt hit her
> underneath the chin, and the second arced higher and caught her
> square on the mouth. She moved up a bit, allowing the rest to
> shoot out over her chest and between her boobs. I pumped my hips,
> shuddering as the pressure faded and an intense feeling of
> release washed over me.
>
> When I was finished, Nicole let go of my cock and sat back,
> looking a little shocked by the force of my ejaculation. I
> reached over and ran my thumb gently over her lips, wiping the
> cum away before leaning down to kiss her. She moaned against my
> mouth and firmly returned it. After a few moments I pulled back
> and helped her to her feet.
>
> "Time for a shower?" I asked, grinning.
>
> "Yeah," she said, smiling and looking slightly embarrassed.
>
> Still half-naked, we snuck out to the bathroom as quietly as we
> could. We showered for a while together. Neither of us seemed to
> be in any hurry.
>
> "Did you enjoy that?" She suddenly asked as she was soaping
> my back.
>
> "Yes," I answered, not sure if she meant cumming on her tits or the
> whole thing in general. "A lot."
>
> "So did I." She didn't say anything else.
>
> After we'd finished cleaning up, Nicole dressed and left. I saw her
> out and was heading back to my room when Renee's door
> opened. She walked past me and to the bathroom, pausing at
> the doorway to shoot me a sidelong glance.
>
> "That sure was a long goodbye." Renee said, shutting the door
> with a smirk.
>
> ***
>
> A week passed. Angela was more distant in class. It wasn't
> exactly a surprise, though I sensed there was more to it than her
> problem with me. She seemed tired and edgy. I'd asked if anything
> was bothering her, but she hadn't wanted to talk about it. I let
> it go and did my best to cheer her up instead, managing to get a
> little smile when I mangled a joke in Spanish. I hated seeing her
> upset. I wanted her to be happy.
>
> Renee seemed to be a decent roommate. She liked to go out
> partying though, and didn't always come home in the best
> condition. Late Friday night I woke up to the sounds of her
> bumping drunkenly into the walls on the way to her room. Saturday
> was much the same, with most of the noise concentrated in the
> bathroom. After a while I got up to use it myself, finding Renee
> lying passed out on the couch with her pants still half undone
> and riding down on her hips. It looked like she was wearing a
> black thong. She was already laying on her side, so I left her
> alone and continued to the bathroom, ignoring the brief
> temptation to get a little more acquainted with her curves.
>
> Nicole called me on Sunday afternoon with a bit of a bombshell.
> She'd just found out her fiancé was being transferred home. She
> didn't sound as excited as I would have thought.
>
> "That's good news," I said, not sure how else to respond.
> "Right?"
>
> "I don't know. We've been apart for so long I'm not sure if we'll
> feel the same way we used to." She paused. "Especially me."
>
> "Well," I said, feeling suddenly awkward, "you won't know until
> you see each other again."
>
> "I guess you're right." She seemed to hesitate. "Whatever
> happens, I want us to still be friends."
>
> "I do too." I had a sudden flashback to my conversation with
> Angela, though I had the feeling that Nicole meant something
> rather different. "See you later?"
>
> "Yeah."
>
> "Okay."
>
> We said goodbye. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I liked being
> with her, but I didn't know if I could keep doing what we were
> doing when her fiancé was around, if that's what she'd even
> meant. I hoped that she wouldn't dump him without giving it a
> chance. Some things were just too valuable to give up on.
>
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