Camera Buff - Exposed Ch. 01bycbsummers©
This story takes place in my fictitious town of Malvado Playa California. It's the next day after the events in Camera Buff. If you haven't already read my story Camera Buff, please read that first! You'll enjoy it!
All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen... but just barely!
"No, really, Dude. What's the deal with Rona Barrett?"
Jason Indrani had been pestering me at every break since lunch. I was trying to open the combination on my locker, but he kept making me lose my rhythm.
"Stop bugging me... crap!" If I didn't hit the numbers on the spinning dial exactly right, it wouldn't work and I'd have to start over again. It was a temperamental tumbler.
He stared at me with an exasperated expression on his skinny, dark face. "Why the frig would Rona friggin' Barrett kiss you on the friggin' cheek?"
"I'm just helping her. She wants me to take pictures of her teddy bear collection. It's nothing. She's just buttering me up so I do it for free. Like I got nothing better to do."
"In that case, you shouldn't settle for a lousy kiss on the cheek. If it was me, my price would be one minute of free access... squeezing her luscious tats."
Oh, If Jason only knew. But there was no way on earth I was going to tell him that I'd not only squeezed Rona Barrett's luscious tats the previous night, I'd shot my cum all over them, at least twice, while I videotaped and photographed the whole thing. Man... it would blow his mind to see those photos. Heck, it blew my mind every time I thought about it. But he'd never see them. They weren't in my possession anyway. Rona had confiscated the flash cards when we were finished. I was hoping that tonight, when Rona and I got together, that I'd get a chance to see them. I didn't dare hope for more.
When I finally opened my locker, a bright pink slip of paper fell out and landed at my feet.
Jason snatched it up.
He looked at it and said, "Whoa!!" before handing it to me.
It read, "Bring your camera. Rona." I felt a flush of warm emotion surge through my heart.
But I had to hide my feelings from Jason. "What are you so excited about? She just wants me to bring my camera. I'm taking pictures of her stuffed animals, duh."
"Heh, heh. I'd love to take pictures of her 'stuffed animals' too! But seriously dude, are you blind? Look. She spelled the 'O' in 'Rona' with a heart! She's your friggin' girlfriend, Louis, and you don't even know it!"
Actually, that's what I wanted to believe, but when you're a nerd you learn to keep your expectations low. What did a heart shaped 'O' prove? For all I knew, that's just how she wrote her name.
"Take a cold shower, Jason. I'm late for class."
As I made my way to Trigonometry, I thought about the fact that Rona wanted me to bring my camera. I'd already planned to... hell, I never went anywhere without it... but the fact that Rona went out of her way to tell me to bring it made my dick stir. Maybe she wanted to pose for me again. I sure hoped so! In fact, if I had to choose between fucking her again, or taking some nude pictures, I woulda picked the pictures in a heartbeat.
I suffered through Trigonometry, barely able to concentrate, wondering what, if anything, Rona had in store for me. My mind was still racing with vivid images of our wonderful night together... my cock sliding between her lips... the feel of her silky soft pussy on my tongue... that little black mole on her left breast... the sight of my virgin cock slipping into her beautiful vagina... particularly the second time when I wasn't wearing the condom anymore... I could still feel my flesh buried deep inside Rona Barrett's body... fuck. Just thinking about her made my heart ache and my stomach turn.
Our night of crazy sex hadn't changed the basic fact that I was a nerd and she was Rona friggin' Barrett. I just knew that she wouldn't fuck me again, much less fall in love with me. She was way out of my league.
I'm just kidding myself thinking there's even a possibility. Maybe she was just manipulating me after all... hoping I'll do her homework... Damn... If so, she has me pegged. I'll do anything for her... anything... as long as there's even a remote possibility of seeing her naked again. She can dangle that promise in front of my nose for the rest of the year... I'll be her abject slave. Oh... Rona... Rona...Play with my heart, Rona... I'm yours... and maybe... maybe... just maybe... the little heart shaped 'O' means what Jason thinks it does!
When the bell rang I ran like hell to the photo studio to collect my camera bag from the lock-up. Mr. Hanners was there, and since I was his favorite student, he started chatting with me about upcoming assignments for the yearbook. After a while, I interrupted him, asking if I could borrow the portable flash kit. He said 'sure', so I fished the big bag out of the closet, as he started talking about arranging a photo session for the Colorguard. A few days ago I would have been salivating at the opportunity to photograph those sexy girls, Laurie Bonner in particular, but today I was breathless with impatience.
He was in mid-sentence when I just said, "Sorry, Mr. Hanners, gotta go!" I'd never ran out on him like that before, but I had a date with Rona Barrett, Student Council President, and sexiest girl at Malvado Playa High School!
I was out of breath by the time I reached the parking lot. Most the students had already taken off, and I was afraid she might have given up on me. I was relieved to see her leaning against the side of her car. She was glowing in the eternal California sunshine. But she wasn't alone. Wylan Jansen, who played all the romantic leads in the school musicals, was standing right in front of her, one hand casually gripping her roof, the other hooked in his belt buckle. He was leaning in awfully close... his chest almost touching her breasts. She had her hands behind her back and was looking up at him sweetly as she laughed at whatever crap he was yammering about.
Her body language made my heart sink. They were definitely flirting with each other. And why shouldn't they? They were perfect specimens of the human species. Naturally, they were drawn to each other. What chance did a scrawny creep like me have against the likes of Wylan Jansen?
It could only mean that I wasn't her boyfriend after all. I stopped in my tracks and watched them a while, certain that in a second or two she was going to kiss him, invite him into her car and drive off without me.
But then she saw me standing there. "Louis! There you are!"
She waved at me with a big smile on her face. She scrunched right out from under Wylan's arm and started walking toward me with a happy little bounce in her step. He looked pissed when he saw that she'd dumped him for me. I felt a surge of hope.
"I thought you forgot about our appointment."
"No. I just had to pick up my stuff."
I thought she was going to hug me, but instead she snatched the big flash kit from my shoulder. As I followed her to the car like an eager puppy, she opened the zipper and looked inside. "Wow, what's this stuff?"
"The portable flash kit. Just in case you want to... you know... pose for a few more pictures."
She grinned back at me, "You certainly are an optimistic little devil."
Wylan was still standing by her car, but she just brushed him aside, imitating the sound of a car alarm, "Step back from the car. Wooe eeee, wooo eeee, wooo eeee. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"
She tossed the flash kit in the trunk and pointed me to the passenger door, "Well, get in. We're burning daylight."
Wylan looked at us with confusion as we got in the front seat. She rolled down her window and waved him over. "Need a ride, Wylan?"
He had a tight expression on his face. "No thanks."
"Bye, then," she sing-songed. She looked at Wylan in the rearview as we drove away, chuckling. "Poor Wylan. His car wouldn't start, and he lives way over near the outlet stores. I'm pretty sure he wanted me to give him a ride home." She giggled, "But he's too proud to ride in the backseat."
"Behind the camera nerd."
She reached out and squeezed my thigh, "Behind my camera nerd."
A shot of erotic energy shot right out of her hand, through my thigh, straight into my cock. Fuck! She's really into me! It was so mind-blowing; I just couldn't get over it. I just sat there and stared at her beautiful face and body, as she squeezed my thigh playfully. The fact that I already knew what she looked like naked didn't in any way diminish the impact of her amazing figure. She was wearing a tight yellow T-shirt that made her breasts look devilishly perfect. Her curly auburn hair was sparkling in the sunlight, revealing deep red and orange accents. Her blue eyes scanned the road ahead of her. She was silent, but her hand was talking to me on my thigh.
She turned off Center Street and headed out along the causeway, toward Malvado Estates. She drove in silence for a while, her hand slowly moving up my thigh to my crotch. By the time she reached my cock, it had erected a tight tent out of my jeans. She kept her eye on the road, but grinned as she rubbed my erection with her palm. Oh fuck! We're gonna fuck again! Yeah!
I cleared my throat, trying to sound nonchalant. "How were the pictures?" My voice cracked a bit on the last word.
She grinned. "I haven't looked at them yet. I wanted to look at them with you. By the way, when do you have to go home?"
"Dang. I forgot to call my mom."
"Then you better do it, genius."
I took out my cell phone and dialed home. Just as the phone stared ringing, Rona unzipped my fly and let my raging cock free.
"Hello?" said my mom, right at the moment when Rona wrapped her hand around my naked shaft.
"Oh, uh... hi, Mom. I'm going over to a friend's house to study tonight. Is that okay?"
Rona started stroking my cock, sending a rush of endorphins to my brain. I'd been hoping we might hook up again... someday, but I never dreamed she'd just whip out my cock within minutes of being alone with her!
Mom was saying, "Honey, did you hear me?"
"I said, which friend? Jason?"
"No. Just someone from the camera club. You don't know her."
Shit, I didn't mean to say I was going to a girl's house, but I could barely think with my cock in Rona's hand.
There was a happy tone in Mom's voice. "Louis, are you going out on a date?"
"Not exactly... uhhh," I moaned. Shit, Rona's hand felt good! She spit into her palm and started jerking me aggressively with her lubricated hand. I moaned again.
"Are you okay, Louis?"
"Fine, I just... have to... uh... I dropped something."
"Well, Louis, I hope she's a nice girl. Maybe you can invite her over for dinner sometime."
"I dunno... Mom... maybe...mmff!"
"Honestly, Louis. I don't know where you get your shyness. When I met your father, he was a real Casanova..."
Mom kept talking, but I totally zoned out because right at that moment Rona took my left hand and put it on the wheel and said, "You steer." Then she leaned over my lap and took my raging cock into her hot mouth. The car lurched forward, because her foot was pushing too hard on the accelerator.
My mind was exploding! I was trying to steer down a twisty road, as the car went faster and faster, while Rona sucked my cock with her amazingly perfect mouth. She was applying major slurping action, as she plunged her head up and down on my shaft. Meanwhile, my mother's voice was chattering away in my ear, oblivious to my gasps of pleasure.
"All you need is to show a little confidence. You're a very good-looking boy. If this isn't a date, you should definitely ask her out."
"Oh... kay... Mom... maybe... uh. Ohhh." I could feel my balls tightening, and a warm sensation spreading through my abdomen, as I began to feel the first warning surge of my impending orgasm.
"Promise me you'll ask her out."
I held my hand over my mouth as a jet of semen shot out of my cock into Rona's mouth. I jerked the wheel sharply and we swerved onto the shoulder, kicking up a cloud of dust and pebbles. I eased us back onto the road as Rona sucked and slurped and swallowed my cum, completely trusting me to keep us alive. We were now doing about 80 by this time, in a 45 zone. But the nearest car was still pretty far ahead of me, so I wasn't ready to panic just yet.
I heard Mother's voice as if it were coming out of a fog. "Louis? Louis? Do we have a bad connection?"
"Sorry," I said, breathing heavily, "I guess so. What did you say?"
"I said, what time will you be home?"
"Uh... by midnight, I guess... would that be okay?"
"Well... okay. Do you need me to pick you up?"
"I don't know... no... she'll drive me home I guess." Rona made a nodding motion on my cock.
"Okay, Louis. Have fun. Treat that girl right, and there's no telling what might happen."
I laughed, "Okay, Mom. Bye!" I flipped the phone closed, just as Rona finished slurping the last drop of cum out of my cock.
Rona sat up and took hold of the wheel and slowed us back down to the speed limit. She wiped the drool and cum out of the corners of her mouth with her delicate fingertips, just like a well-trained lady should. She turned to me and said, grinning, "Sorry, Louis. I couldn't resist. I've been wanting to suck your cock all day!" She laughed a happy little laugh.
That's the exact moment that I fell in love with Rona Barrett. I would follow her to the ends of the earth. I would throw myself in front of a bullet for her. I would be her abject slave for all eternity.
She turned into Malvado Estates, a neighborhood made up of beautiful multimillion-dollar beach houses. Wow, if she lived out here, I was going to be impressed. I guess I had always assumed, based on the stories I'd heard, that she was rich, but this was more than rich. It was movie-star rich. But she passed through the area and headed out along Shoreline Road, then turned into Playa Dunes Park where she pulled to a stop in the little parking lot.
She opened the door and said, "Bring the camera, Louis. Maybe that flash kit thing too."
I followed her down the twisty, sandy path for a minute, my camera bag and the flash kit slung over one shoulder. After a few steps she stopped and looked back at me and held out her hand. I walked up and took her hand in mine, my heart all-aglow. Now we were walking hand in hand down a beautiful path shaded by twisty, windswept eucalyptus trees. It wound through rolling sand dunes, which were beautifully overgrown with iceplants. I could smell the ocean. It was early October, but it was pretty warm for autumn. People in bathing suits passed us on the path.
Although I'd already had sex with Rona, I was surprised how intimate it was just holding her hand. I realized that I'd never actually held a girl's hand since I was a little kid. It felt awesome. We were taking our first romantic stroll together. I was glowing with happiness. She flashed a smile at me from time to time, so I hoped she felt the same.
I was also hoping she'd pull me to her and give me a kiss. Then it occurred to me, quite suddenly, that I didn't have to wait for her. I could do it myself. So, I stopped, pulled her to me and planted my lips on hers. She kissed me right back, as if she'd been waiting for me to make a move the whole time. It was a sweet, long kiss, with lots of tongue and heavy breathing. It made my whole body tingle. Several beachgoers had to dodge around us on the narrow path, probably thinking what a strange couple we made. Rona, as I've said before, is a stunning beauty. Me? Not so much. I was about the same height as her, but scrawny. My nose was a little too large, my ears stuck out a little too far, and my rough brown hair was a little too unruly. I was an obvious nerd. But Rona didn't seem to care. She held me tight, pressing her thigh against my growing erection and kissed me so sweetly, I dared to hope that she loved me as much as I loved her.
After a while she broke away from the kiss, saying, "I don't want to lose the light."
"Okay." Lose the light for what, I wondered?
She led me a little farther. Then she slowed down, looking around. "I think it was right around here somewhere... Hmmm... Oh, yeah, through here."
She led me off the main path, through a dense copse of low bushes that tugged at our clothes. We came into a pretty little horseshoe-shaped clearing. At the western end of the clearing there was a hump of sand, sitting in full sunlight. In the center was a beautiful, arching skeleton of an ancient sun-bleached tree, rising out of the sand on one side, and diving into it on the other. Beyond, was a perfect view of the beach below us. The bluffs of Playa Norte loomed in the distance, jutting out into the glittering, blue Pacific. Even though we were only a few feet off the main path, there was a quiet hush of seclusion.
Rona said, "I came across this place last summer. I gave a Rory Jones a blowjob right on that dead tree. How's my hair?"
Her hair was a mess, but hearing about her giving Rory a blowjob sort of made me pause for a second. Rory was the class clown, or at least he thought he was. In the locker room after gym class he was always bragging about girls wanting to suck his rather large cock, but we all thought he was making it up. Now I knew better. That kind of thing actually happened.
"Your hair's not too bad. Just needs a little fluffing." I stepped up and ran my fingers through Rona's auburn locks; working out the kinks and making it flow beautifully across her shoulders. When I was done, I boldly lowered my hands to her breasts.
"These need a little fluffing too." She smiled and let me feel her up. I couldn't believe how easy it was to just reach out and fondle her boobs. But why should it be surprising? I may have been a virgin yesterday morning, but I wasn't anymore. I was Rona Barrett's lover. I had a free pass to her breasts, and I was going to take advantage before she inevitably lost interest in me. I gave her another kiss and backed off. The light was too beautiful to waste. I quickly readied my camera, setting up one small flash, just to fill in a bit, since the sky beyond was pretty bright.
She posed all over and around the dead tree, removing articles of clothing one at a time. I didn't have to coax her into poses. She ran the whole show, coming up with different and interesting ways to luxuriate across the various silvery shapes of the tree. I went through hundreds of digital photos over the next half hour, but I had enough memory on my flash cards to take thousands of pictures, so I just snapped away like crazy.
But I was terrified the whole time. Anybody could have walked into the clearing at any time. We could hear beachgoers and surfers rustling through the bushes as they walked up and down the main path. But Rona didn't seem to care.
She was down to only her bra and panties, when I said, "Aren't you afraid someone will bust in on us?"
She giggled, "I guess so. But that's what's turning me on so much!"
She leaned on the stump and pulled her bright pink panties aside, showing me her dripping wet cunt. God, it was so beautiful. Last night I'd been sadly thinking I'd never see her auburn pubes again. I knelt down in the soft sand and took close-ups of her glorious pussy in the warm sunset. She opened the delicate pink lips with her fingers for me. The flash illuminated the inside of her pink tunnel in the most amazing way. My cock was throbbing in my pants, but I ignored it. The photos were much too beautiful for me to worry about fucking right now.
Then she stripped out of her panties, with her backside to me, as I captured the beautiful play of orange light across her shapely cheeks and back. She had a fine layer of peach fuzz on her skin that was normally invisible, but was sparkling in the light of magic-hour.