Video Diary

"No." Andrea's scathing reply to Kurt's plea made the guys sit up straight.

"If they accepted it, we'd probably have seen it already. Did you think we wouldn't recognize you?" Kurt whimpered.

"He has a point," Cal said. "I wish they accepted it. It would be a dream come true."

"For all of us," Ray added.

"Thanks guys, but I'm not going to show you my video. I'm going to delete it first thing."

"What about making another one?" Ray returned to his earlier assertion. "It was a good idea. Give them what they want."

"No thanks."

"I'd do it if anyone would pay me." Kurt seemed more drunk than the others.

"Good luck with that, buddy," Ray scoffed. "Why would anyone pay to watch you when they could watch Andrea instead?"

"Give me another one." Andrea dropped the empty mug in Ray's lap.

"Ouch. Watch the jewels," he complained.

When Ray stood, Cal took his place next to Andrea. "It is a good idea, and we want to help."

"I have lots of ideas," Kurt added. "You could reenact the Orion Slave Girl scene from Star Trek."

"I hear the green body paint is bad for you," Andrea laughed.

"Princess Leia in the slave costume?"

"I detect a theme." Andrea smiled back at Kurt. His enthusiasm could be endearing.

Ray returned with a full mug overflowing with whipped cream. "Here. Sip some off the top before it spills."

Andrea leaned forward and obliged. She sat back with the warm cup between her hands and a cream mustache above her lip.

"At least let me see the video," Ray implored. "I'll pretend it's not you and give an unbiased opinion."

"Nice try," Cal objected and kicked Ray in the shin. "Quit pestering her. She already said no."

To Andrea's surprise, Cal's stance made her resolve waver for the first time. They all wanted to see it, and deep down, she wanted it, too. She realized it would have happened if the video ever got posted to the internet. There was even a chance in a million her father would see it. She already convinced herself it wasn't a big deal. Everybody does it. Why hide it?

She looked at her half empty second mug. "You guys really want to see it?"

"Hot damn we do!" Kurt blurted.

"Are you going to make me regret it? You won't laugh or tease? You won't tell everyone?"

"You know us better than that," Cal insisted. "We're your friends. If you can't show us, who can you show?"

"Alright, but I don't want to be in the room while you watch. That's too weird. I'm gonna go in the bedroom. Let me know when it's over."

Kurt rubbed his hands together as Andrea typed her password. The file icon sat in the center of her desktop. Here it is, she pointed and blushed with whiskey exacerbating the heat on her face.

Andrea lay on Cal's bed shielding her face in her elbow. "I didn't want this. I can't believe I'm doing it," she moaned. Soaked panties contradicted her claim.

The guys waited a half hour to knock even though the video only lasted 9 minutes. When Andrea opened the door, they played it cool.

"The people at that site are idiots," Cal said.

"I don't know. The lighting was terrible, and I could hear traffic noise in the audio track."

Cal punched Ray hard on the shoulder. "It was perfect."

"You guys still think I should try again?"

"Oh yeah!" Kurt bounced with glee.

"Here's what we'll do," Ray explained. "They said to include your friends, so the three of us will play cards while you do your thing on the table. Call yourself Gamer Girl. The video will be you performing for three nerds. It'll be a hit."

"You're out of your mind. I'm not gonna do that for you guys. I don't like you that way."

"It's theater," Ray said. "We'll be fully dressed. We won't touch you or anything. We'll pretend you aren't even there. That'll make viewers scratch their heads and say 'what the fuck - how could three nerds stay sane watching up close?'"

"You will go insane," Andrea grinned.

"You don't have to do it," Cal mumbled.

Ray exacted justice by punching Cal hard enough to knock him backward. "Let her do what she wants."

"I've already shown you guys too much." Andrea walked over to the table and closed her laptop. "I can't believe I did that."

"Why not?" Kurt asked.

"You know why."

"No, I don't. Did you think we don't already picture you when we jerk off?"

"Over-share!" Andrea put her hands over her ears.

"I'll go get my equipment." Ray scampered out the door.

Cal put his arm around her in an uncharacteristic gesture. "We're all in love with you in our nerdy way, but we know it doesn't work like that. I'd think you were a perfect goddess if your farts didn't stink."

Andrea laughed. "I've been eating pesto. That does it to me every time."

Ray banged in with his arms loaded. He sent Cal and Kurt out to get the rest from his van. Andrea finished her drink and huddled on the love seat with her knees against her chest. Ray placed two cameras on tripods and setup lights with those fancy diffuser screens to soften reflections.

"Are you really going to do this?" Cal lifted Andrea's chin to see her face.

"I didn't know Ray was gonna make it such a production."

"Ignore that. He can put it all back in his van. We didn't pressure you too much, did we?"

"You don't think it's a good idea?"

"You tell me. There's no good or bad. Own your decision, and I'll support you."

"We've already seen you," Ray gasped around his huffing and puffing exertion to snake power cables under the table.

"No touching. Right?" Andrea wanted to do it. Her indecision fled as soon as Cal said he'd support her. The whiskey played a role, but she had fantasized about masturbating for an audience as long as she could remember.

"Guys. Clean up the junk over there so it's not in the video," Ray directed.

Cal moved his shoes and book bag to his room. Ray and Kurt dragged the love seat a few feet with Andrea still on it.

"You want the blinds open or closed?" Ray looked at the parlor's window facing the street.

"Closed," Cal answered before Andrea had a chance.

"No, leave them open." Andrea faked confidence. The video will be on-line anyway. "Let some peeping Tom have his thrill."

Cal smiled, and Andrea brightened because of his approval. She started to feel in charge.

"How are we doing this again?"

"You get up on the table. We'll sit here facing the camera and play cards. I have a little monitor on the floor, so I can see what the camera sees. It will capture whatever you do with us in the background."

"What about that?" She pointed to the other camera high on its tripod directed down at the table.

"I don't have a second monitor, so we have to hope it catches something usable."

After lunging to land her buttocks on the table, Andrea rotated in place and lifted her feet.

"Move to the center."

"What now?"

"You do your thing, and we'll play cards. Pretend we aren't here."

"Why are you here again?"

"Duh," Kurt blurted.

"Because the art of the scene is three nerds with the goddess. It's like Snow White with the dwarves except there's only three of us."

Andrea's eyes opened wide. Her alcohol induced flush faded into a healthy glow under the bright lights. She glanced to the window. It became a black void of night compared to the artificial daylight inside. There was no way to see out, but light from the window probably cast shadows on the street. Nobody driving or walking past could miss it. Andrea preferred to imagine an anonymous voyeur rather than her friends.

"Should I take my clothes off?"

Ray turned left and right to silently consult the others. "I've seen some hot 'I Touch Myself' videos where the model kept her clothes on. Do whatever feels right to you."

She looked at her friends and then turned away to look at the camera. Self-conscious butterflies struggled for freedom in her stomach. She waited laying still on her back with her eyes closed and slowed her breathing. A few minutes earlier, she believed she could do it. Remembering that bravery, she marshaled her determination.

The guys babbled about their game. "I'll tap three to summon the tree sprite." "Hold on, I'm gonna unsummon that." "Tap." The banter faded from Andrea's world.

She slid a hand up her sweatshirt from the bottom and stroked flesh above the cup of her bra. "Some of the models kept their clothes on," she thought, "I'm the model."

Andrea had a subscription to the site and watched hundreds of videos. Some of the women masturbated under their panties without ever taking them off. One of the first videos on the site showed a woman under a sheet revealing nothing below the neck. Andrea looked to the void of the window and decided she wanted to be seen.

Without much grace, she pulled the sweatshirt over her head. The looks captured on her friends' faces made her giggle when she watched later, but at the time, they weren't in Andrea's thoughts. Her fingers traced gentle lines from her neck to the rise of her breasts. She savored the sensation of warm lights and a soft touch.

She imagined a man watching through the window. His cock throbbed as she unhooked her bra. His mouth opened as she shrugged it off. Her hands replaced the bra as she teased him. "Who me? You want to see these?" she silently taunted.

One of the guys, probably Kurt, touched the side of her exposed breast. Maybe it was just a mishandled card. Andrea chose to ignore it. She squeezed her mounds and tickled her nipples into stiffness above wrinkled areola.

"Fireball! Eight points of damage."

Andrea looked into the high camera. It peered along her length from toes to head. She breathed deeply and enjoyed being topless for the mysterious voyeur willed into existence beyond the window. Her hands wandered across her tummy to her sides and gradually caressed seldom touched skin to rise by her arms. Her nipples stiffened again, and goose flesh appeared.

With eyes closed, she remembered the bag boy. His telescope now peered through the window. She unbuttoned her jeans for his benefit.

"No. It doesn't go in the graveyard. My disintegrate spell takes it out of the game."

"The nerds must be losing their minds," Andrea reminded herself and smiled. She slipped a hand into her panties, but her tight pants deflected touch. The jeans had to go. Teeth made impressions on her lower lip when she concentrated to lift her ass and slide the pants over her hips. When they reached mid thigh, Andrea relaxed back onto the felt. Parted ruby red lips contrasted with bright white teeth and complimented rosy cheeks.

A finger slid over her panties creating a dimple above her opening. Moisture wicked into pink cotton expanding the wet spot. Her legs opened and closed as they often did with a mind of their own. Something about the motion pumped up her arousal. Her swollen labia parted as she spread herself and pressed together as she crossed her thighs. Andrea often brought herself to climax doing that.

Her knee bumped Cal's hand making him drop his cards. Nobody commented, but it broke Andrea's hypnotic rhythm. She wanted to put on a better show for the bag boy with the telescope, so she stilled her legs.

One hand returned to her breasts while the other slid into her soaked panties. Her musk filled the room. The spark of first contact at the center of her pleasure sent a shock through Andrea's body causing her back to arch. Three young men struggled not to stare as air rushed into her lungs. Arousal compounded by living a fantasy stoked anticipation for one of the rare memorable mind bending orgasms.

Focusing on her body's excitement made her surroundings disappear, and she had no sense of how long she teased herself. The panties had to go, so she pulled her knees up to her breasts and peeled the jeans over her knees until she was able to kick them off. Poor aim sent them sailing past Cal's shoulder.

"Are you going to draw or not?" Ray complained to bring Cal's eyes back to the cards.

With the pants gone, Andrea wasted no time rolling her underwear over her buttocks and down her legs. She curled into a tight ball while still on her back using outstretched fingers to extract the material from her ankles. The exertion to contort her body produced a faint sheen of perspiration accentuating her glow. The upper camera's view between her thighs captured her vulva opening in invitation.

Andrea slowed the pace by caressing her inner thighs and relaxing into a comfortable spread pose. She rubbed the soles of her feet on the table's felt bumper as fingers combed her short cropped pubic hair. Her body stiffened when she craned her neck to look at the black window. Will her fantasy admirer press his face against the glass for her so see? "No," she told herself, "he is a shy one." Leaving her head at an angle exposed her neck to the nerds.

"Get back in the game," Ray chided.

"Um - ha, your turn," Cal stammered.

Andrea slid two fingers inside her hungry body while grinding against the heel of her hand. Squeaky vocalizations heralded approaching climax. She noticed the guys no longer pretended to play cards. They watched with expressions ranging from awe to animal lust. Andrea made eye contact with Kurt whose upper arm motions betrayed rapid but discrete activity below the table. She closed her eyes to concentrate on her own movement.

"You're not getting your security deposit back," Kurt said to Cal with a head nod toward the glistening dampness accumulating on the felt below the masturbating wench. Cal didn't look concerned.

Andrea tilted her pelvis and thrust against her hand. A bead of sweat appeared on her furrowed brow. She clenched her jaw and rode the orgasmic wave. Her body could give her more, so she withdrew sloppy wet fingers with a slurp. Andrea sketched tight circles over her clitoris in time to her panting and the idle sway of her spread legs. Feather light touches above lightning singed nerves sent tingles and chills along her spine.

The guys watched Andrea's head loll and her mouth hang open in abandon as tension returned to her muscles. She flexed her buttocks and thighs. Her legs parted and closed in slow motion as her breathing grew frantic and shallow. Ripples traveled through her stomach to her breasts where they produced a sensuous bounce and sway. Half lidded eyes shot wide when her body bucked and collapsed totally spent.

She panted fearing like her lungs would never fill with air, but sublime relaxation soon calmed her to the brink of slumber.

Ray quivered like a cartoon bomb threatening to explode. Kurt gazed at Andrea's limp body with a matching look of contentment. Cal appeared forlorn and whispered, "I've never seen anything like that in my life."

Andrea opened her eyes and stretched. She produced a sheepish smile and a squeak bordering on a giggle. All she said was "help me up." She thought she would be profoundly embarrassed, but all seemed right with the world. She shrugged her shoulders disbelieving the results of her emotional inventory.

Ray disappeared into the bathroom, and Cal hid in his bedroom. Kurt showed Andrea how to lower the high tripod, so she was able to collect the memory cards from both of Ray's cameras. Andrea remained diplomatic enough not to mention the wet spots on Kurt's shirt and pants. She bounced playfully through mundane chores of dressing and retrieving her laptop. She waved goodbye telling Kurt, "Say thanks to the others for me." Her smile stretched wide enough to almost hurt.

She watched the videos many times that night when she couldn't sleep. In the morning, she sent both video streams unedited. The check Andrea eventually received paid her rent for a month, and within days of posting, her video became the post popular on the site.

The 'I Touch Myself' staff contacted her and offered more money for a video diary. They explained how telling her story would make her masturbation video even more compelling. It would give her performance emotional depth missing from a two dimensional movie. At least, that's what the woman who ran the site claimed.

The opportunity to earn another month's rent convinced Andrea, but she found it strange and difficult sitting alone on the edge of her bed looking into the camera. "I love reading, board games, and masturbating," she repeated. "I haven't found a way to get paid for the first two."