This is the beginning of a longer work that has yet to be written. I’d like to do a pilot test here for writing style and content. It’s only lightly edited, and all formatting errors are (probably) due to posting on my phone. To that end, all feedback is welcome. Enjoy!
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So now that the big day is here, I’m sure you’re just dying to know the story of how I met my soon to be husband. Well, I suppose you’re ready to hear it. But fair warning, it’s not exactly a fairytale. You’ll find out some things about the two of us that are frankly shocking and not really appropriate for polite discussion. So this is your last chance to back out. No? Well if your view of us is irreparably shattered, all I can say is “I told you so.”
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“Aha! I found one!” Mia shouted triumphantly, pulling herself up from where she was folded over the back of the ratty sofa we had picked up from the side of the road. After proudly displaying the quarter she had liberated from the confines of the cushions, she smoothed her long red hair back into some semblance of order. “Finally ready, Izzy. Let’s go get that coffee,” she declared.
We hurried out the door of our cut rate student apartment and walked the few blocks to our favorite coffee shop. After ordering our drinks and sitting down at the usual table, around the back in a dark corner Mia crossed her arms on the table and laid her head down, sighing theatrically. “I just don’t think I can do this whole ‘no money’ thing for much longer. I need some cash.”
I looked at her with a twinkle in my eye. “With your utter lack of work experience and education, the only option might be porn,” I teased. She laughed dutifully before suddenly stopping short. “Girl, no way are you actually thinking about it seriously!” I hissed in a low voice, leaning in conspiratorially.
She shrugged. “Why not, though? The laptop my folks bought me for school has a built in webcam. I could put it to work and make some spending money. And no skeezy contracts or producers or anything. I’ve heard those camgirls make surprisingly good money, too.”
“So you’re really going to try this? Are you going to show your face? I can’t believe we’re actually discussing this!”
She smirked, her pretty face taking on a wicked cast. “I might have to do some research tonight and see what the competition is doing.”
“You mean you’re going to sit at home tonight watching porn, right? Will the school internet even let you do that?” I goaded, trying to get a reaction out of her.
As expected, she protested. “We’re 18 and it’s legal in this state, so I don’t see what they can do to stop me. And it’s for research purposes only!”
We fell apart laughing as they finally brought our coffee out to us.
After class that day Mia dragged herself through the door looking completely bedraggled and slightly unfocused and shuffled toward her bedroom past where I was curled up on the sofa. I’d put on my usual “not leaving the apartment for the rest of the day” uniform of short shorts and an oversized T-shirt and was watching a movie that was required viewing for one of my classes. I looked at Mia sympathetically. “You need to go put on some pjs and get comfy. There’s still a bit of ice cream in the freezer if you want me to grab it for you. Let’s talk about why you look so rough.”
She cast a grateful glance in my direction and nodded. I got up and went to get the chocolate chip cookie dough out of the kitchen. Two spoons, of course. I wasn’t about to give it all up for free. Mia staggered back into the living room wearing similar shorts and a camisole, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. “Thanks Izzy. I hate Thursdays. Why didn’t anyone tell me to think about evening out my days when I was scheduling classes? What’s even the point of having an advisor if they don’t tell you this stuff?”
I shoved a large spoonful of delicious ice cream into my mouth. “Just a rough day, or did something else happen to get you so frazzled?”
She sighed and admitted, “I also spent the day insanely horny after our conversation this morning.”
My eyes widened in shock, “So you really are thinking about doing that? I thought you were just trying to make me think you were serious.”
“I kind of was, but the more I thought about it the more excited I got. Maybe I’m some kind of exhibitionist?”
I looked her over critically, taking in the striking red hair, pretty face, smooth skin, handful breasts, slim waist and long legs that my roommate was blessed with. “Well you’ve certainly got the looks to succeed. I wish I was half as gorgeous as you are.”
Mia cut me off sharply, “Oh, stop playing Miss Modest. You are smoking hot, Izzy, and don’t try to pretend you’re not. I’m not trying to be crass, but you’ve got that dark hair and skin, big, perky tits, hourglass figure, and an ass that won’t quit. All that plus that exotic Latina flavor? You’ve got it going on, and I know I’d hit it.”
I was stunned. “Wait, wait, wait. You want to have sex with me?”
Mia put a comforting hand on my shoulder and took the tub of ice cream out of my hands. “I would if you offered, but I’m pretty sure you’re not into that so don’t worry about me. It’s safe to say that I have flicked the bean to thoughts of you quite a few times though. Anyway, now that I’m loaded up on carbs and fat and sugar, I think it’s time for me to get to my ‘research.’”
She started to get up from the sofa, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back down. “Why don’t we look into it together out here?” I hesitated for a second, “I’m not, you know trying to come on to you or anything…”
Mia gave me a warm smile and nodded, “I know, Izzy. It just feels kind of deliciously naughty, doesn’t it?”
I bit my lip and gave her a shy smile as I nodded. She brought her new laptop into the living room and set it on the milk crates we were currently using as a coffee table. She opened up Google, in a private browsing window I noticed, and typed in “camgirl sites.”
“It’s a basic search, but I want to know what my options are. Looks like there are quite a few. Top results…looks like there are a couple that seem to be more popular. Let’s take a look at them.”
She clicked the link to the first one and a dizzying lime green bordered array of low quality thumbnails of naked women popped up. Looking around for a likely candidate, she opened a window. A tired looking woman sat topless on a worn out bed, her hand rubbing the gusset of her panties in a decidedly uninterested manner. A stream of messages was flowing from viewers, ranging from such poetry as “wen u gonna fuck urself bb” to the surprisingly grammatically correct but unimaginative prose of “You’re so hot. I really want to go down on you and then have you ride me.”
We gave each other a look that said we were both thinking the same thing, and that thing was “No thanks.” Mia hurriedly closed the page and tried the second site instead. A busy, but clean website with much more subdued colors appeared on screen. There were options for female, male, couples and even trans cam shows. She brought up one from the female category that she liked the look of and we were treated to an attractive blonde laying sideways to the camera with a vibrator running on her pussy. She moaned and worked the vibrator with gusto, staring into the camera. Tips were flowing in from viewers and whenever she heard the ding she groaned out a sultry “Thank you.”
“So, this seems…better,” I murmured before glancing over at Mia, who was transfixed by the video streaming onscreen and was gently fondling her own breast through her thin top. Not wanting to directly draw attention to the fact that she was playing with herself in front of me I ventured, “This is kind of weird. I’ve never watched porn with somebody else before.”
Mia snapped out of her trance and responded, “Yeah, it’s a bit strange. She’s making a ton of money, though, and that looks like it’d be pretty fun.”
“So you think this is the site you’ll want to use?”
“Probably. Let’s check out the rest of the site and I’ll see if I can set up an account.”
She maneuvered quickly to the couples section and found a show where the thumbnail showed some hot and heavy action. A brunette who had clearly had her bust surgically enhanced was on her back, folded in half by a muscular guy who was holding on to her legs just below the knees. He was sawing in and out of her methodically with a very large dick. I gasped and Mia let out a curse.
“Holy fuck, my high school boyfriends never had cocks like that. God, I’d love to feel that inside me as part of my job. And look at how much money they’re making!”
It was true, the tips were pouring in by the hundreds. Finally, with a shout of “Get on your knees!” the man pulled out of her and helped her get on her knees in front of him, making sure that the camera got a good angle of the action. She started eagerly sucking the top half of his cock, with enough left over that she could jerk him off at the same time. In another few seconds he was coming all over her face and in her mouth, and then the two of them were thanking their viewers all while she was lightly stroking him.
I sat there, enraptured by the action and the idea that anybody could get on the site and make money just by getting naked or having sex when I heard Mia shout.
“Oh Jesus fuck…ugh!”
I had somehow gotten so distracted by what was on screen that I had missed that Mia had shoved a hand into her shorts and had pulled her cami up to get at her breasts, capped with dainty, rosy pink, quarter sized areolae and pencil eraser nipples. I had a brief moment to almost bitterly think that of course even her nipples would look perfect, when she very clearly orgasmed. A keening wail filled the room and she shook and fell into my lap. Finally noticing that I was watching her, she started convulsing again.
After a half minute or so of laying with her head nestled in my lap with glazed eyes she started coming to and self consciously pulled her top back over herself as she sat up. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard, Izzy. And once I remembered that you were here watching, it happened again. I think this idea might just be going places.”
I was the recipient of another of her impish grins. “So Izzy, was it just me, or did it look like the real money was in getting fucked on camera instead of just fucking yourself?”
I blushed, thoroughly unused to sex talk with the girls ever going this far, and nodded sheepishly. “Too bad you’re single though.”
She looked thoughtful and replied, “True, but I think I could find a lot of guys who’d want to get paid to hit this.” Mia gestured at herself. I’d just need some help finding the right one. He’d need to be hot and hung, but also trustworthy. You have any ideas?”
“How am I supposed to know what any of the guys around here are like in the sack?”
“You could always just ask. I’m sure lots of them would be glad to tell you about it,” she teased.
“Why don’t we post an ad in that one anonymous forum for the school everybody’s talking about? I hear people use it to find hookups pretty regularly,” I suggested.
“Good idea, but what’s all this ‘we’ stuff? Are you looking to get in on the action?”
I instinctively reacted defensively. “No, but I’m interested to see who we’ll turn up if we try that. And they’re going to be in the apartment pretty regularly, so I’d like to have a bit of input into the process.”
She looked wistful. “Too bad. I was kind of hoping I’d converted you.”
And with that Mia leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss before bounding off the sofa and heading for her room. “Night Izzy!”
I sat there for a while, shaken to the core. I’d kissed another girl before, and more deeply, back in junior high to see what it was like. But this was the first time it was with someone with whom I could imagine acting on the promise of the kiss. I was pretty sure I wasn’t into girls, far from it, but something about tonight and imagining Mia getting nailed on camera for a live audience aroused me powerfully. Needless to say, I masturbated that night, and for the first time ever to thoughts of another girl.
The next morning Mia ambushed me as I was walking across the commons to my second, and last, class of the day. “Hey Izzy! I put up that ad last night and there’s already tons of interest. The real question now is how to make sure they’re both a real person and they’re actually interested. Any ideas?”
“Swap pictures and videos, clothed, no faces. Slowly get more risqué, and if they do all that, agree to meet somewhere. I’d think away from campus. Have home wear something distinctive so that faces are still a mystery. I’ll go with you, and if either of us gets creepy vibes we’ll call it off with nothing revealed to anybody.”
“Wow, you sure are a little spymaster. Did you just come up with all that off the top of your head?”
“Hey, James Bond movies and spy novels are a dirty secret love of mine.”
“Fair enough. That’s pretty cool, though. I think it’ll work.”
We agreed to meet back up at the apartment after I finished class. I bounced through the door with a spring in my step. Mia was waiting for me and jumped right into the discussion we were both dying to have. “Okay, there were fifteen guys who DMed me interested in the offer. Six of them bowed out after I explained the interview process. I think they were just hoping to get lucky and get laid. Another two said they weren’t interested after I told them we were going to split the money 25/25/50, with a quarter to them, half to me, and another quarter to equipment and supplies. I told the rest that I needed to wait for my photographer to get here before I sent any pictures. That’s you, by the way.”
I quickly got my camera ready and had her strike a few poses in some normal day to day outfits. We had fun playing fashion model for a while, and got back some interesting photos from the candidates. We were able to eliminate four of the remaining seven because we agreed that they just weren’t attractive enough. By this point the pictures I was taking of Mia had progressed through a sexy formal dress to lingerie shots. We had received a couple pictures apiece of the hopeful guys in their briefs, and everybody involved was getting pretty worked up.
The moment of truth finally arrived. We let them know that if they sent us a photo of themselves naked, they’d get a couple topless pics. This was us evaluating their package, so we told them to make sure everything looked as good as it could. The three images trickled in, and unfortunately one of them was out of the running immediately. It was a shame since he was clearly very hot and muscular, but you can’t really make semi-professional porn with a slightly below average size cock. The other two candidates were packing plenty though. Mia and I decided to keep the third guy as a backup plan, but we snapped some very erotic photos of Mia with her breasts bared and sent them to all three guys for playing along this far.
We made plans to meet the next day with our favorite of the two guys left, whose name turned out to be Jason, at a coffee shop a couple miles from campus. We instructed him to wear a bright colored hat. We told the second guy, Kyle, that we’d meet with him at a small cafe near the coffee shop at lunchtime a couple hours after the first appointment. He’d be wearing a pair of novelty sunglasses.
“That went well. This is exciting, setting up secret meetings to covertly figure out who’s going to have the privilege of fucking me on camera.”
Mia came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me as I was putting my camera away. We had grown more used to this over the past few hours. I had slipped into my photographer and model mode, where I would physically move her into the pose I was looking for. I’d adjust her clothes, move her breasts into the position that worked best, grab her thigh and make slight adjustments to her leg shape, all without a thought. The whole process was surprisingly intimate, and I’m not surprised that she started being more affectionate than she normally would. Especially considering that she was still topless.
I was startled and jumped as I spun around to face her. There she was, standing close to me in just her sexy pair of low rise panties, her hair red and falling over her shoulder, her skin pale but flushed with the excitement of the racy photo shoot, her perfect tits perky and nipples erect, just perfect in her ineffable Mia-ness. So I did the only thing my surprised, addled self could come up with.
I kissed her.
Mia’s obvious surprise didn’t prevent her from returning the kiss with fervor. She reached one hand around my waist and pulled me close while her other hand caressed my face. She smelled faintly of lavender. It was intoxicating, and I found myself unconsciously running my hand over her bare chest. She moaned into the heated kiss when my fingers lightly brushed across her nipple.
Mia pulled away slightly, her lips still brushing mine, just enough to huskily growl, “Fuck, Izzy, you feel wonderful.”
She locked lips with me again, her tongue probing my mouth insistently. I felt her hand slide down from my face, briefly pause to squeeze and heft one of my sensitive tits, and continue to slip into my shorts. Mia rubbed me gingerly through my thin panties.
“Jesus, you’re soaking wet. So am I. This is so fucking hot, Izzy.”
She was right, of course. I was practically drowning my poor panties. Slowly, almost reverently, Mia slid her fingers under the band and I felt, for the first time, another woman touch me intimately. My unexpected lover kissed her way across my face and down my neck, finally planting her lips on the spot where my neck met my shoulder. She slid her body to the side, still keeping herself pressed as tightly to me as she could, giving herself a better angle for her sensual work to continue.
My roommate’s fingers slipped from the bottom of my slit to the top, swirling around my hood and then back down. She repeated this motion, but more firmly, her digits sliding between my labia and coating themselves liberally in fluid. By this point I was making small yipping noises, and she repeated this process a few times, seeming to enjoy the results. And then Mia attacked my clit.
I jerked away from her grasp, awash in sudden overwhelming sensation, but I was pulled toward her ever tighter, her grip around my waist tightening almost painfully, yet pleasurably so. I was moaning like a whore and forcing myself against her hand by this point, and her fingers deftly attacked my weakest, most pleasurable areas as she kissed, licked and nibbled on my neck and ear. I didn’t last long under this assault of pent up sexual energy and came quickly. I came harder than I ever had before. I shuddered, and shook, and shouted, and grabbed hold of her as my knees buckled, and shouted some more.
“Oh fuck, it’s so good! You’re making me come, Miiiiiiaaaaaa!” I shrieked for the whole apartment complex to hear.
And then it was over and I felt drained. The warm glow of post orgasmic bliss washed over me as Mia sweetly kissed me. With it came the sober clarity of what just happened. I had just let my roommate and college best friend, who also happened to be another girl, fuck me silly. I broke down, pulling away from Mia and running toward my room, sobbing the whole way.
I heard her put her head up against my door after I had slammed it and softly call out to me.
“Izzy, you okay? I just…I think we both got a little caught up in things, and I’m sorry if I freaked you out. Do you want to talk about it?”
I held my pillow to my face to muffle my sniffling sobs and didn’t answer.
“I just thought I’d offer. Night, Izzy. Try to get some sleep, okay?”
She padded off solemnly to her room, the excitement and passion of moments before all but forgotten.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/819jtn/peepshow_ffmf