JenniferO1
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The Preview
Ok, here it is as I promised, I hope you like it so far... I still have some minor editing and haven't really screened well for typos and such. The entire story is written though and just needs to be screened. The title is just a working title at this point and will make more sense later in the story.
The Crush
I feel like this may get boring to my regular readers, so if you are one of those, just skip down to the next paragraph. This is the background paragraph that I feel that new readers need to know in order to appreciate my stories.
My name is JenniferO, friends call me Jenno. I’m 27 years old and have been contributing stories to this site for 4 or 5 years now. I can’t believe it’s been that long, but it has. I started writing because I wasn’t finding much that gave a woman’s viewpoint of sex. I don’t think my views are necessarily representative of all women, but I think more than a few can identify with what I write. Now I find that there are a number of really good female writers out there writing really pretty cool stories. I make my living as an artist and have always been a bit of a free spirit. Well maybe a little more than just a free spirit, I may’ve been even just a little bit wild, just don’t tell anyone.
I guess I could give you a physical description, but it might be better to just look at my pictures. The only other thing that you probably would want to know is that I’m petite.
Well, I’ve been going through my diaries again and felt that maybe I was beginning to run out of stuff to write about when I came across this little adventure. I don’t know how I could’ve forgotten about this, but once I began to read, it all came streaming back. It happened during a kind of rough time for me and I guess that’s the reason I kind of forgot about it. I was also pretty loaded as well.
This takes place during one of my wilder times in my college days, just after my breakup with art school boyfriend Bob. Bob was the photographer in my life and he took most of the shots of me that I’ve posted. Bob was pretty cool and an outstanding photographer. The problem was that I started to feel more like one of his toys rather than his girlfriend. I guess it started off with him feeling free to let his buddies see pictures of me naked. I’m sure it wasn’t intended that I find out that he was doing it. But he’d get drunk, then show off and forget to put the photos away. I’d find them in the morning on the coffee table and pretty much knew what was up. The first couple of times, I just tried to ignore it. I’d pick up the photos and put them back where they belonged. I thought he’d get the hint, but I finally figured out that he would get so hammered that he’d just forget that he’d even taken them out. His friends knew that if they got him drunk, then they could talk him into showing off his new pictures. It bothered me, but it really not too much. I guess in my own twisted little way, I thought it was kind of hot, It was kind of like showing off but not having to do it. Besides, these guys weren’t my friends, they were Bobs and it wouldn’t be likely that they would mix terribly much in my world. It was little weird, having them look at me and know that they knew every intimate detail of my body though.
One morning, I came downstairs after a big poker game the night before and there were photos all over the place. I got pissed, woke Bob up and made a major issue of it with him. He was embarrassed and promised not to do it again and I thought I had handled the problem… and it seemed to for awhile anyway.
A couple months later, I found that instead of getting better it actually got much worse. I discovered that the problem had escalated to him showing his buddies some of our private videos. Again, this had happened on one of the weekly poker nights. A couple of days after poker night, I go to watch a video and found a tape in the machine. I hit play and there I am blowing Bob. I hit the roof and nuked him about it. I told him that if he did it again, then it would be all over. It was the same sort of deal as with the pictures, he was stupid when he got drunk. He claimed that he never even remembered most of the previous night and had no memory of showing the video.
So with that all being said, you can imagine my reaction when I came home one night unexpectedly and found there had been a party at the house.
Chapter 1
I had been visiting my friend Rachel down in LA for the weekend, but decided to come home early when her and her husband started to have some issues. She discovered a love letter from some woman in one of his suits.
I got home a little after 11pm on Saturday night. I wasn’t expected until the following afternoon and no one was there. It was immediately apparent that there had been quite a party earlier in the evening. There were empty beer cans everywhere and spread out all over the coffee table floor were what seemed to be hundreds of pictures of me.
A lot were the nude shots, I supposed they had been seen before, but among them were the pictures Bob had shot of me with another guy from school that I wrote about in the Photo Shoot. There was black and white 11x14 propped up by a lamp. It was a profile shot of my face with my mouth open and a large, erect, black penis just getting ready to slide in. There were a lot of the shots from that shoot spread around; me blowing him, him playing with my breasts, him licking my pussy and him fucking my brains out.
He also had some pictures from a day that we rode home from the beach after spending the day with one his friends. Richard was supposed to have been passed out and Bob had talked me into having sex with him in the car. There were 8x10 close-ups of me sucking his dick and then of my pussy stretched around his dick.
There also was a bunch of 8x10 of me getting fucked by a couple guys in a boat. I had done a lot of crazy things with Bob and he always had a camera with him. I don’t really blame him for taking the pictures. I mean I was as much into doing it as he was of having me do it. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that they were supposed to be private and not intended for party entertainment.
It looked to me that Bob had just pulled every shot he had ever taken of me and showed them to his buddies at this party. I could just imagine who was there and what they must’ve all thought of me. I tried to keep this wild/good girl kind of reputation, but Bob had just ruined all that. That’s what I was upset about… and upset doesn’t even come close to describing it.
I was pissed and then to add fuel to the fire. I found some videos over by the TV. I hit play to see what was in the VCR and it was a video of Bob and our neighbor talking. The neighbor was going on about how great I was and how cool it was of Bob to share and all. I wasn’t certain what that was about until I rewound the tape and saw that it was a video of me getting screwed by Santa. It turned that instead of Bob who I thought it was right up until that point, I was having sex with a neighbor. There were other videos too, all of me, some just in the bath, other of me playing with toys on our bed and still others of me with Bobby.
They had seen it all!
I didn’t know what to do at first, but then I decided to go find him. I knew that there was a school party that night and I expected he was probably there.
I hit the party in a full head of steam and had a couple of drinks before trying to hunt him down. I couldn’t find him anywhere though. Since no one had expected me to show up at the party, everyone was surprised to see me and were even friendlier than usual since I was alone. I didn’t know where to find Bobby and so instead of going home to stew, I got sort of caught up in the party.
I guess part of it was also avoidance, but no matter, the fight would come one way or the other and very soon. I was also feeling kind of evil just then. I figured if Bob wanted to show me off as a sex pot, then I’d see if I couldn’t enjoy the party for awhile… maybe even get in a little trouble.
I found a bathroom and took off my bra and thong. My nipples were very prominent under my silk dress and of course it felt sexy as hell to not be wearing anything other than that thin dress. It was kind of weird, as violated as I felt by what Bob had done, I was also very hot. Just the idea that all these guys had seen such intimate shots of me… I don’t know why, but it really had me worked up. When Bob wasn’t there to take out my fury on, it was evolving into something else… something dangerous.
It was a great party and I was starting to have a great time jazzing it up with everyone. I kind of treated it as one of my first events out as a single girl. I found myself sucking up the attention; somehow guys knew I was in a different, kind of wild mood tonight. I felt like a cat on the hunt and moved among them like one. I guess the fact that my nipples were practically ripping holes through my dress kind of gave them a heads up. People say that I give off a vibe sometimes and that must’ve been one of those nights.
I was flirting like crazy, but with no serious intentions, just playing. During the course of the evening I saw this guy named Stephen sitting in the backyard talking with a bunch of other photography students. Bob hated him, I think because he was a really good photographer and because he used to flirt with me outrageously.
I liked his photography. It was very erotic, very intimate and really well composed Black and White stuff. He had a party at his house one time. We were talking his photography and how difficult it was to get models willing to let him shoot what he wanted. He told me he had just recently talked a friend of his from the school into letting him shoot her and the shots were incredible, some of his best stuff ever, but not the kind of stuff he could show in class. He also promised her he wouldn’t show anything identifiable in class either. I was intrigued and told him that I’d love to some of that stuff sometime if he could ever show it.
He looked at me for a moment and then excused himself. I saw him walk over to this beautiful brunette I knew casually. They talked for a few moments. Then she nodded and smiled over at me with a little wave. I had a reputation as a serious artist at school. He came back and told me that he could show them to me and no one else. I waved to her with a smile and she raised her glass in salute.
He brought me upstairs and I was just blown away. First, she was beautiful as I mentioned, second, the shots were incredibly intimate and most importantly, they were wonderfully photographed. I swear that I never knew a pussy could look so beautiful. He just had a way with lighting and a woman’s figure. He showed me his best stuff and I loved it all. There were other girls, but no one recognizable, but their bodies were all gorgeously photographed. He really made women look very, very sexy.
He told me that he’d seen Bob’s work and would love to photograph me sometime. I smiled and told him that I didn’t know, these shots were beautiful but also very intimate and Bob probably wouldn’t go for me having another man photograph me that way. He just smiled and told me that he was going to continue to wear me down until I finally agreed. I laughed and told him he was certainly welcome to try, but to not get his hopes up. We went back downstairs to the party, but those shots stayed in my mind. They were that incredible.
After that night, he was always teasing about photographing me sometime. Bob absolutely hated him for that. He always said that Stephen was nothing more than a glorified Penthouse photographer. I never understood the insult in that, but in his mind it was the lowest form of photography. Considering the kind of shots Bob took of me, I just didn’t see the difference. I still don’t.
I think the real reason for the animosity between the two of them was that Stephen liked women and Bob just used them. Of course, that just could be me being a bitch too.
So when I saw Stephen sitting there partying with his friends, I thought I’d join them for a while. I got a fresh drink and went back outside. As soon as he saw me, he got up, gave me a big hug and invited me to sit down with the group.
They were a blast and I laughed and laughed. Eventually, Stephen, a friend of his named Jim and I were the only ones sitting in the garden listening to the music and sharing a joint. When we finished the joint, I looked at him with a smile and asked when he was going to get around to asking me to pose for him. He had a bit of a shocked look, but for just a moment.
“How about tomorrow night?” he asked.
“Why not tonight?” I countered.
“I mean if you want to of course. You might not want leave the party just to waste the film on a scrawny, little hen like me.” I teased.
Ok, here it is as I promised, I hope you like it so far... I still have some minor editing and haven't really screened well for typos and such. The entire story is written though and just needs to be screened. The title is just a working title at this point and will make more sense later in the story.
The Crush
I feel like this may get boring to my regular readers, so if you are one of those, just skip down to the next paragraph. This is the background paragraph that I feel that new readers need to know in order to appreciate my stories.
My name is JenniferO, friends call me Jenno. I’m 27 years old and have been contributing stories to this site for 4 or 5 years now. I can’t believe it’s been that long, but it has. I started writing because I wasn’t finding much that gave a woman’s viewpoint of sex. I don’t think my views are necessarily representative of all women, but I think more than a few can identify with what I write. Now I find that there are a number of really good female writers out there writing really pretty cool stories. I make my living as an artist and have always been a bit of a free spirit. Well maybe a little more than just a free spirit, I may’ve been even just a little bit wild, just don’t tell anyone.
I guess I could give you a physical description, but it might be better to just look at my pictures. The only other thing that you probably would want to know is that I’m petite.
Well, I’ve been going through my diaries again and felt that maybe I was beginning to run out of stuff to write about when I came across this little adventure. I don’t know how I could’ve forgotten about this, but once I began to read, it all came streaming back. It happened during a kind of rough time for me and I guess that’s the reason I kind of forgot about it. I was also pretty loaded as well.
This takes place during one of my wilder times in my college days, just after my breakup with art school boyfriend Bob. Bob was the photographer in my life and he took most of the shots of me that I’ve posted. Bob was pretty cool and an outstanding photographer. The problem was that I started to feel more like one of his toys rather than his girlfriend. I guess it started off with him feeling free to let his buddies see pictures of me naked. I’m sure it wasn’t intended that I find out that he was doing it. But he’d get drunk, then show off and forget to put the photos away. I’d find them in the morning on the coffee table and pretty much knew what was up. The first couple of times, I just tried to ignore it. I’d pick up the photos and put them back where they belonged. I thought he’d get the hint, but I finally figured out that he would get so hammered that he’d just forget that he’d even taken them out. His friends knew that if they got him drunk, then they could talk him into showing off his new pictures. It bothered me, but it really not too much. I guess in my own twisted little way, I thought it was kind of hot, It was kind of like showing off but not having to do it. Besides, these guys weren’t my friends, they were Bobs and it wouldn’t be likely that they would mix terribly much in my world. It was little weird, having them look at me and know that they knew every intimate detail of my body though.
One morning, I came downstairs after a big poker game the night before and there were photos all over the place. I got pissed, woke Bob up and made a major issue of it with him. He was embarrassed and promised not to do it again and I thought I had handled the problem… and it seemed to for awhile anyway.
A couple months later, I found that instead of getting better it actually got much worse. I discovered that the problem had escalated to him showing his buddies some of our private videos. Again, this had happened on one of the weekly poker nights. A couple of days after poker night, I go to watch a video and found a tape in the machine. I hit play and there I am blowing Bob. I hit the roof and nuked him about it. I told him that if he did it again, then it would be all over. It was the same sort of deal as with the pictures, he was stupid when he got drunk. He claimed that he never even remembered most of the previous night and had no memory of showing the video.
So with that all being said, you can imagine my reaction when I came home one night unexpectedly and found there had been a party at the house.
Chapter 1
I had been visiting my friend Rachel down in LA for the weekend, but decided to come home early when her and her husband started to have some issues. She discovered a love letter from some woman in one of his suits.
I got home a little after 11pm on Saturday night. I wasn’t expected until the following afternoon and no one was there. It was immediately apparent that there had been quite a party earlier in the evening. There were empty beer cans everywhere and spread out all over the coffee table floor were what seemed to be hundreds of pictures of me.
A lot were the nude shots, I supposed they had been seen before, but among them were the pictures Bob had shot of me with another guy from school that I wrote about in the Photo Shoot. There was black and white 11x14 propped up by a lamp. It was a profile shot of my face with my mouth open and a large, erect, black penis just getting ready to slide in. There were a lot of the shots from that shoot spread around; me blowing him, him playing with my breasts, him licking my pussy and him fucking my brains out.
He also had some pictures from a day that we rode home from the beach after spending the day with one his friends. Richard was supposed to have been passed out and Bob had talked me into having sex with him in the car. There were 8x10 close-ups of me sucking his dick and then of my pussy stretched around his dick.
There also was a bunch of 8x10 of me getting fucked by a couple guys in a boat. I had done a lot of crazy things with Bob and he always had a camera with him. I don’t really blame him for taking the pictures. I mean I was as much into doing it as he was of having me do it. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that they were supposed to be private and not intended for party entertainment.
It looked to me that Bob had just pulled every shot he had ever taken of me and showed them to his buddies at this party. I could just imagine who was there and what they must’ve all thought of me. I tried to keep this wild/good girl kind of reputation, but Bob had just ruined all that. That’s what I was upset about… and upset doesn’t even come close to describing it.
I was pissed and then to add fuel to the fire. I found some videos over by the TV. I hit play to see what was in the VCR and it was a video of Bob and our neighbor talking. The neighbor was going on about how great I was and how cool it was of Bob to share and all. I wasn’t certain what that was about until I rewound the tape and saw that it was a video of me getting screwed by Santa. It turned that instead of Bob who I thought it was right up until that point, I was having sex with a neighbor. There were other videos too, all of me, some just in the bath, other of me playing with toys on our bed and still others of me with Bobby.
They had seen it all!
I didn’t know what to do at first, but then I decided to go find him. I knew that there was a school party that night and I expected he was probably there.
I hit the party in a full head of steam and had a couple of drinks before trying to hunt him down. I couldn’t find him anywhere though. Since no one had expected me to show up at the party, everyone was surprised to see me and were even friendlier than usual since I was alone. I didn’t know where to find Bobby and so instead of going home to stew, I got sort of caught up in the party.
I guess part of it was also avoidance, but no matter, the fight would come one way or the other and very soon. I was also feeling kind of evil just then. I figured if Bob wanted to show me off as a sex pot, then I’d see if I couldn’t enjoy the party for awhile… maybe even get in a little trouble.
I found a bathroom and took off my bra and thong. My nipples were very prominent under my silk dress and of course it felt sexy as hell to not be wearing anything other than that thin dress. It was kind of weird, as violated as I felt by what Bob had done, I was also very hot. Just the idea that all these guys had seen such intimate shots of me… I don’t know why, but it really had me worked up. When Bob wasn’t there to take out my fury on, it was evolving into something else… something dangerous.
It was a great party and I was starting to have a great time jazzing it up with everyone. I kind of treated it as one of my first events out as a single girl. I found myself sucking up the attention; somehow guys knew I was in a different, kind of wild mood tonight. I felt like a cat on the hunt and moved among them like one. I guess the fact that my nipples were practically ripping holes through my dress kind of gave them a heads up. People say that I give off a vibe sometimes and that must’ve been one of those nights.
I was flirting like crazy, but with no serious intentions, just playing. During the course of the evening I saw this guy named Stephen sitting in the backyard talking with a bunch of other photography students. Bob hated him, I think because he was a really good photographer and because he used to flirt with me outrageously.
I liked his photography. It was very erotic, very intimate and really well composed Black and White stuff. He had a party at his house one time. We were talking his photography and how difficult it was to get models willing to let him shoot what he wanted. He told me he had just recently talked a friend of his from the school into letting him shoot her and the shots were incredible, some of his best stuff ever, but not the kind of stuff he could show in class. He also promised her he wouldn’t show anything identifiable in class either. I was intrigued and told him that I’d love to some of that stuff sometime if he could ever show it.
He looked at me for a moment and then excused himself. I saw him walk over to this beautiful brunette I knew casually. They talked for a few moments. Then she nodded and smiled over at me with a little wave. I had a reputation as a serious artist at school. He came back and told me that he could show them to me and no one else. I waved to her with a smile and she raised her glass in salute.
He brought me upstairs and I was just blown away. First, she was beautiful as I mentioned, second, the shots were incredibly intimate and most importantly, they were wonderfully photographed. I swear that I never knew a pussy could look so beautiful. He just had a way with lighting and a woman’s figure. He showed me his best stuff and I loved it all. There were other girls, but no one recognizable, but their bodies were all gorgeously photographed. He really made women look very, very sexy.
He told me that he’d seen Bob’s work and would love to photograph me sometime. I smiled and told him that I didn’t know, these shots were beautiful but also very intimate and Bob probably wouldn’t go for me having another man photograph me that way. He just smiled and told me that he was going to continue to wear me down until I finally agreed. I laughed and told him he was certainly welcome to try, but to not get his hopes up. We went back downstairs to the party, but those shots stayed in my mind. They were that incredible.
After that night, he was always teasing about photographing me sometime. Bob absolutely hated him for that. He always said that Stephen was nothing more than a glorified Penthouse photographer. I never understood the insult in that, but in his mind it was the lowest form of photography. Considering the kind of shots Bob took of me, I just didn’t see the difference. I still don’t.
I think the real reason for the animosity between the two of them was that Stephen liked women and Bob just used them. Of course, that just could be me being a bitch too.
So when I saw Stephen sitting there partying with his friends, I thought I’d join them for a while. I got a fresh drink and went back outside. As soon as he saw me, he got up, gave me a big hug and invited me to sit down with the group.
They were a blast and I laughed and laughed. Eventually, Stephen, a friend of his named Jim and I were the only ones sitting in the garden listening to the music and sharing a joint. When we finished the joint, I looked at him with a smile and asked when he was going to get around to asking me to pose for him. He had a bit of a shocked look, but for just a moment.
“How about tomorrow night?” he asked.
“Why not tonight?” I countered.
“I mean if you want to of course. You might not want leave the party just to waste the film on a scrawny, little hen like me.” I teased.
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