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 THE CAMERA EYE

   I am a twenty-four year old grad student and aspiring photographer. 
Despite what some might imagine, my degree in Psychology hasn't granted me
any special powers over people.  I'm not particularly glib or attractive
either, so I've had understandable difficulty finding female models to
photograph.  I have been taking great pains to overcome my shyness,
however, and with persistence and a lot of luck, who knows?

   The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

   Part 1: My First Model

   The deadline for my photography assignment was swiftly approaching and I
was beginning to doubt whether I'd be able to find a subject in time.  I
wanted--not entirely objectively--to do a layout on what I called the
'Nineties Woman;' a girl with body piercings, tattoos, and self-assured
attitude.  I was having more trouble than I'd expected finding an ideal
model, especially one that would agree to be photographed by such an
unimpressive guy like myself.

   It wasn't until the week of my deadline that I sighted a promising
subject.  I'd spotted her as she walked out of the Humanities building, a
tall, darkly dressed girl with wild close-cropped black hair and a slim
figure.  There were half a dozen rings in her left ear, and I noticed the
glint of a nose ring as she turned to say goodbye to a friend.  I don't
usually find nose rings attractive, but on her it looked good.  Or maybe
she looked good on it.  Her tits seemed rather small through the
form-hugging top she wore, but she was by no means flat.  Her ass was
nicely rounded and compact, like she was a swimmer or runner.

   I followed her to the library as casually as I could manage, feeling
glad that I'd decided to carry my camera bag around with me.  It was a
visual assurance that I was indeed a photographer, and its presence seemed
to make people take me more seriously, even the women.

   Once inside, she walked to the index computers and began looking up
books.  I decided to wait and talk to her when she was on her way out, so I
spent about ten nervous minutes near the exit as she located the books she
wanted and checked them out.

   "Hi," I said, intercepting her as she headed for the door.

   She looked at me appraisingly for a second, then answered.  "Hi." She
had dark brown eyes and a clear, attractive face.  Her skin was pale, but
not extremely so.  The nose ring was silver and ran through the right side
of her cute nose.  Her left ear was adorned with several small earrings,
while her right had only one.  She was ideal.

   For a terrible moment I had no idea what to say.  Instead of fumbling
for words, I decided to take the honest approach.  "I saw you walking here
from class, and I noticed that you'd perfect for a photography layout I'm
working on."

   Her eyes flashed over me suspiciously, but she didn't walk away.  "What
kind of a layout?"

   I shrugged.  "I call it 'The Nineties Woman'.  Its a view of modern
culture and identity, and you have the exact look that I want." As I spoke
I studied her absently as if I were framing her in my mind, trying my best
to look and sound like a professional that had done this sort of thing a
hundred times.  I doubt that I was very successful.

   She flashed me a little smile.  "This is really for an art class?" She
asked, actually sounding a bit curious.  "No nudity or anything?"

   As if I didn't hope.  "No, not at all," I answered quickly.  "Just a
photo spread of you in different poses showing off your unique 'look'." I
smiled as disarmingly as I could.

   She seemed to consider for a moment, then asked the worst possible
question.

   "Does it pay anything?"

   "Well, uh, no," I stammered apologetically, "though I'd be happy to take
you out to dinner or something..." I inwardly slapped myself.  Great
thinking, genius.  A pickup line.  I'd probably just blown it.

   To my surprise, she smiled a crooked little smile and shrugged in
assent. "Okay, sure.  What the hell."

   "Great!" I responded; no doubt sounding a little too surprised.  I
quickly got a hold of myself and tried to keep my excitement from showing.
"Um, when's good for you?"

   She chewed her lip for a moment.  "How 'bout tomorrow?  Around six
maybe?"

   "Sounds good.  Just meet me here, in front of the library, and we'll
take it from there."

   She smiled and nodded.  "Okay, cool."

   "Oh, by the way, my name's Rick," I said, offering her my hand.

   She squeezed it for a moment.  "Angela.  Well, I gotta get to a class,
so I'll see you tomorrow."

   I nodded.  "See you then." She walked out and I wandered around the
library for a while with a grin on my face.  I was plenty stoked just to
finally have landed a model.  Maybe my luck had finally changed.

   At almost six-thirty the next day, however, I was beginning to feel
stood up.  I'd been at the library since a little before six, and still no
Angela.  My spirits were sinking fast, and I'd just about decided to call
it quits when I saw her walking quickly toward the door.

   She came up and smiled apologetically.  "Sorry I'm so late.  I had to
rewrite a paper for my Ethnic Studies class."

   "No big deal," I replied, just glad that she had actually showed.

   "Do I need any special clothes or anything?" She asked.

   "Uh, no," I said looking at what she was wearing.  She had on a black
Ministry T-shirt, black pants, and a pair of heavily scuffed Docs.  There
was an Egyptian Ankh on a thin cord around her neck, not the cheap pewter
kind but brass or maybe bronze.  Cool.

   "This outfit's fine," I told her.

   "So," she said, glancing at the camera bag.  "Where are we going?"

   "Well, the Art Department's studio is being used right now.  I do have a
mini-studio at my apartment, but I won't be insulted if you don't feel like
going to some Art weirdo's apartment," I said with a smile.  "I'm sure we
can find someplace, maybe the mall."

   She looked at me for a second, the ring flashing prettily on her nose.
"I don't mind," she replied.  "Your place is cool with me."

   Thank you, God.  "Alright then, this way." We talked a bit as we walked
the short distance to my apartment.  Angela told me that she was a computer
science major of all things, and after talking with her for a few minutes,
I got the impression that she was pretty bright.  A little weird but
bright, and oddly enough she actually seemed to be warming up to me.

   I ushered her inside my two-bedroom apartment, showing her around a
little before taking her to the 'studio.' It was nothing more than the
second bedroom set up with a light bar and a backdrop, and I'd never even
really used it before.

   There was a small sofa and a couple of chairs, and I told Angela to have
a seat while I got things ready.  There was a portfolio of some of my
earlier photographs on the sofa, and she picked it up and thumbed through
them as I set up my camera on the tripod and angled the lights.

   "Wow," she said, coming to the small section of nudes.  "Did these girls
really pose for you?"

   I smiled.  "Not exactly, they were models hired by the art department.
You're actually the first to grace my humble studio."

   She smiled back.  "I feel honored."

   "Okay," I announced, feeling rather awkward all of a sudden. 
"Everything's set.  Just stand in front of the backdrop, and we'll see how
the camera likes you." She got up and took position, looking at me with a
wry smile as I focused in on her.  I'd decided to use black and white film
since it would give her skin and the backdrop a lot of contrast with her
dark clothes and hair.

   "Alright, try crossing your arms and looking at the camera like you hate
it." She did, frowning and narrowing her eyes enough to look genuinely
mean. "Good," I said taking a few shots of her.  "Now look off to the side
like you're bored." I took a few more pictures.

   "Okay, now look back at the camera like you love it." She flashed a
little grin, then softened her expression and looked at me with such an
intense gaze that my heart started to pound.

   "Whoa," I exclaimed after taking several shots.  "You'd better do
something else before you melt the camera." The real reason for the change
was that she was giving me a respectable hard-on, but I wasn't about to
tell her that.  She grinned, and put her hands on her hips, lifting her
chin and looking at me almost arrogantly.  She seemed to be getting the
hang of this.

   "Very good," I said, clicking away.  "Just do whatever you feel like. 
Whatever comes naturally." Angela lifted her arms and slid her fingers
through her short hair while lowering her chin and looking sexily at the
camera.  Then she slowly spun around, seeming to intentionally be showing
off her cute little butt.  My dick was harder than ever.  It was
embarrassingly rigid and uncomfortable in my pants, but it showed no sign
of wavering even as she seemed to settle down and did a few
less-provocative poses.  Still more than a little aroused, I suddenly began
wondering if she had any other hidden Nineties Woman attributes.

   "Do you have any tattoos?" I asked, trying to sound as if I was merely
curious.

   "Yeah," she answered with a grin.  "But I don't know if I wanna show
it."

   "Oh really?" I said with a smile, my curiosity sparked more than ever. I
found myself sincerely hoping that she would change her mind.  Another
thought occurred to me.  "You wouldn't happen to be pierced anywhere else,
would you?"

   She didn't say anything, but instead answered by pulled up her T-shirt a
bit and revealing her slim pale stomach and pierced bellybutton.

   "Nice," I commented honestly.  It was a plain silver barbell stuck
through the upper rim of her navel.  I took a few pictures for posterity,
then stopped to load a new roll of film.

   "So, how do you like being a model so far?" I asked her.

   She smiled.  "It's pretty cool.  More fun than I thought it'd be."

   "Wait 'til you see the pictures.  They're going to be great." I finished
reloading and looked at Angela with my most disarming smile.  "You still
sure you don't want to show your tattoo?  After all, it is part of your
look."

   She seemed to waver for a moment.  "Okay," she finally said, breaking
into a smile.  "You talked me into it."

   I felt my heart thud heavily in my chest as she unbuttoned her pants and
turned around, dropping them just enough to show the small tattoo of a
Celtic cross on her lower left buttock.  That, and also the fact that she
didn't seem to be wearing underwear.  Her smooth and curvy butt was even
more gorgeous in the flesh, and she held her pants down long enough for me
to take several shots of it, all of which would likely be going into my new
private collection.

   "Wow," I said, hoping my excitement wasn't too obvious in my voice. 
"Very nice tattoo.  Nice location too," I grinned.  "Your boyfriend is a
very lucky guy."

   She pulled her pants back up and turned around with an embarrassed
smile. "Thanks.  I'm kinda between boyfriends right now, though.  Have been
for a while."

   "Oh," I said, feeling warmer.  "That's too bad."

   She laughed.  "Too bad, huh?  You shouldn't complain." With that, she
grinned and pulled up her shirt, dispelling any doubts I might've had about
her not wearing a bra.  She flashed me her small but very firm looking
tits, the pair of silver rings in her pierced brown nipples shining
brightly in the track lights.  It wasn't exactly a flash, as she held her
shirt up for several seconds, long enough for me to happily snap away a few
more pictures.  This was quickly surpassing my wildest expectations.

   "You've been holding out on me," I joked as Angela slowly pulled her
shirt down and looked at me with a smile.  She didn't seem to notice the
growing arousal in my voice; either that or she didn't mind it if she did.
This was the first time a girl had ever flashed her tits at me, or her butt
for that matter.

   I'm embarrassed to say that I was still a technical virgin, though as a
horny teenager I'd screwed practically everything in the house, save for
the cat and, of course, a girl.  During my sophomore year of high school I
had the magical experience of licking and then being sucked by my long-time
friend Jenny, but it had only happened once and she had moved away shortly
after.  Since then my sexual experiences had been limited to
self-indulgence.

   Coming back to what I hoped was reality, I saw Angela grinning
sheepishly at me.  "Well," she said hesitantly, "there *is* one more thing
I haven't shown you." The wheels in my brain spun wildly For a moment then
found traction.  No way.

   I looked at her as innocently as I could, pretending not to have guessed
what she meant.  "Really, what?"

   She unbuttoned her pants again and slowly lowered them down to her
mid-thighs.  I stared in a state of mild shock as her dark V of carefully
trimmed black pubes came into sight, then she spread her legs as far apart
as her pants would allow to reveal the shaved lips of her pussy and the
captivating gleam of a clit ring.  My dick twitched in my pants, and I
almost forgot about the camera.  I quickly ducked down and used up the last
of the film on a gradually closer sequence of shots, which ended up with a
few very enticing pictures of her distended and slightly damp-looking
bejeweled pussy.

   "Wow," I almost gasped as the shutter clicked away.  "You certainly
aren't camera-shy, are you, Angela?" She giggled, looking a little
self-conscious, but not much.  And why should she be, I pondered
light-headedly.  After all, this was art!

   "You did say you wanted to me to show off my 'look', right?" She said,
an impish grin appearing on her face.

   I nodded.  "And a very nice 'look' it is.  Didn't it hurt, though?" I
asked huskily, carefully rewinding the film and popping a fresh roll in. 
Color this time.

   "A little, yeah," she answered.  "I just got the hood pierced.  Some
chicks actually get their clits done, but that was a little too much for
me." She started to pull her pants up.

   Swallowing hard, I decided to go for the gusto.  "Cool.  I've never had
a chance to see one before.  Would you mind if I got a closer look?" I
tried to sound merely curious, though this was quite definitely the most
turned on I'd even been in my life.

   She shrugged almost casually.  "Sure, go ahead," she replied, lowering
her pants again.  Taking a deep breath, I walked from behind the camera and
knelt down about two feet away from her, my heart thumping in my chest as
my eyes came level with her beautiful twat.  I stared at it in fascination,
not wanting to miss even the smallest detail.  The lips were large and
looked swollen, but I couldn't tell from this angle whether she was tight
or loose--not that it was really important.  The ring hung from a fold of
light brown skin at the top of her slit.

   I glanced up at her eyes, seeing that she was watching me with a wry
little smile.  Feeling suddenly bolder, I leaned forward a little and
exhaled deeply, blowing a stream of warm air over her crotch.

   "Oooh!" She exclaimed with a giggle, her slender hips shaking slightly.
"That feels weird."

   My head swimming, I did it again, taking an even deeper breath and
releasing it slowly over her pussy.

   "Oooooh!" She shuddered once more, and this time it was her voice that
sounded husky.  "You'd better stop that before I stick it in your face,
Rick." She was smiling a sexy, wicked looking smile.

   My pulse pounded hotly in my ears.  "Is that a threat?" I asked with a
smile of my own.

   "Nope," she replied.  "That's a promise."

   I took a second to ponder how something like this could actually be
happening, but only a second.  I took another deep breath, and slowly let
it out over Angela's tender pussy.  I noticed that a little whitish bump
was beginning to stick out from under her silver-ringed hood, and I
concentrated my breath on it.

   "Oooh, fuck!" She gasped and, true to her word, she took a shuffling
step forward and mashed her twat against my mouth.  My head was spinning
wildly as I wedged my chin between her thighs and extended my tongue to run
it over as much of her slit as I could reach.

   "Mmmm," I moaned into her crotch.  I'd almost forgotten how good a clean
and excited pussy tasted.  I slurped and licked her greedily for a minute
before poking my tongue between her lips and sliding it in as far as I
could.

   "Oh, yeah," she whispered breathily, then whimpered as I tongued her
clit.  "God, that feels so fuckin' good," she moaned.  The ring felt warm
on my tongue, and I flicked it up and down gently.  I was rewarded with
more gasping breaths and the squirming of her hips against my mouth and
hands.

   Sucking her pussy was making me delirious, but her commentary was
turning me on even more.  There was a growing likelihood that I was going
to suffer a protein spill in my pants, but I didn't really mind.  I reached
up and palmed the cheeks of her tight ass with my ands as I continued to
eagerly lick and suck at her slippery crotch.

   "Oh fuck!" She whimpered urgently, twisting her fingers in my hair. 
"I'm gonna cum!" A moment later her hips began to shudder and she groaned
loudly, her clit pulling back into her body as she started cumming on my
face.  I squeezed her ass firmly as she humped her pussy at my tongue, then
held onto her as she suddenly relaxed with a soft whimper and almost
stumbled backwards.

   She looked a little dazed, and I stood up and helped her over to the
couch.  She collapsed in it with a sigh, her pants now around her ankles. I
knelt in front of her and rubbed her smooth thighs while she smiled at me
dreamily.

   "That was really fucking good," she whispered, running her hands through
my hair.  I grinned, wishing that I'd only managed to get a few pictures of
it.  The look on her face as she climaxed had been priceless.

   "Hey, you were such a good model, I had to pay you somehow."

   "Oh yeah?" She said the wicked smile returning to her lips.  "How'd you
like to make a deposit?" She spread her knees apart and hiked up her shirt,
showing me the slick and swollen lips of her inviting pussy, the little
silver ring glinting like a beacon.

   "Uh, I don't think I'd last very long," I admitted.

   "Let me see what I can do about that," she said, indicating my crotch
with her eyes.  I saw no reason to object, so I stood up and undid my
jeans, pushing them and my briefs down to let Angela get a look at my
equipment.  Though not extremely impressive, my circumcised pecker was at
least average, and bent slightly up for some reason.

   She licked her bottom lip as she stared at the head, which was already
slick from my pre-cum.  She smiled and breathed on it like I'd done to her,
making it twitch as the warm air blew teasingly over it.  I could easily
understand what had prompted her to shove her twat in my face.  I was about
to make a similar promise to her when she decided to dispense with the
formalities and leaned forward, wrapping her lips around my shaft as about
a third of it disappeared into her wonderfully warm and wet mouth.

   I gasped.  I'd almost forgotten what having my dork sucked felt like,
too.  It was awesome.  She bobbed her head slowly, taking more and more
into her mouth.  Then when it seemed she'd reached her limit, she convulsed
her throat and swallowed me.

   That was something far beyond my experience, and I felt my balls
immediately tighten as she took my whole rod down her throat and sucked it
hard.

   "I'm gonna cum," I gasped, and she only increased the pressure, her
cheeks hollowing and a look of deep concentration appearing on her face.  I
groaned as my cock tensed and shot a jet of cum right down her throat,
followed by another, and another, and another, spurting and twitching until
my balls felt like they were totally empty.  It was an incredible cum, and
I swayed on my feet, dangerously close to falling over.

   She came up for air with a gasp, letting my spent cock slip out of her
mouth.  A thin line of either spit or sperm trailed from her bottom lip to
the head of my cock, and I wished for the life of me that I was within
reach of my camera.  If this wasn't a Kodak moment, nothing was.

   "Jesus," I panted, still reeling.  "That was awesome."

   She grinned up at me.  "I'm not done yet, Mr.  Cameraman." She began to
suck at the head of my wilting dick, the sensations of her mouth on my
sensitive knob making my head spin.

   "Hold on, I said, disengaging myself from her.  "I gotta sit down."
Before I did, though, I ran over and took my camera off the tripod,
returning and flopping down on the couch.  Angela grinned as she slid off
the sofa and crawled up between my thighs.

   "You aren't going to use these for your art class, are you?" She asked,
nipping playfully at my half-hard cock.

   "No, I don't think so.  But I'd like to start a private collection, you
know, just for myself."

   She grinned and slid my cock back into her mouth.  I disconnected the
zoom lens and focused in on the inspiring sight of Angela sucking on the
head of my dick.  I snapped off a few, thankful that I had a full roll in
the camera.  She smiled every time she heard the shutter, and by the way
that she was almost viciously devouring my dick, the fact that I was taking
pictures of it only seemed to be turning her on.

   Despite the fact that I'd cum only a few minutes before, she coaxed my
rod back to almost full hardness with her wonderfully long tongue and warm
mouth.  Angela pulled back and seemed to survey it for a moment, then
looked up at me as she smiled as she kicked off her shoes and stepped out
of her pants.  She reached down and pulled a little square package out of
one of her pants pockets.  It seemed she had come prepared, though I began
wondering what was going on when she unwrapped it and put it in her mouth.

   I quickly figured it out when she began sucking on my cock again, and I
felt her unrolling the condom over my shaft with her mouth.  I was
impressed by the finesse that it took to do something like that, even
though I was reminded that she'd probably had to practice it a lot too.

   She spit my dick out and tugged the rubber down the rest of the way,
then climbed up over me and lowered herself smoothly down on it, my
spit-soaked cock sliding easily between her slick pussy lips and into her
body.

   I'd long imagined what it'd be like to have my dick slide like that into
a girl's twat, but as usual my expectations fell far short of reality. 
Even with a condom on, I groaned in ecstasy as Angela began humping her
butt up and down, fucking herself on my now fully hard and throbbing cock.
She groaned in response, her wet lips grinding into mine in a slightly
sloppy but very passionate kiss.  She was tight after all, her wet tunnel
hugging my cock from top to bottom, the swollen lips clinging to my shaft
as she rose and fell on it.

   I noticed distractedly that she was still wearing her Ministry shirt,
and I tugged at it, wanting very much to have her tittie rings bouncing in
my face as she rode me.  She helped me strip her shirt off, and I stared at
her pierced nips for a moment, uncertain how to safely go about sucking
them.

   "Go ahead," she panted, "just don't bite 'em." She slowed a little,
allowing me to flick her left nipple with my tongue before sucking it into
my mouth, ring and all.  She moaned as I sucked at her tit, moving my hands
over her thighs to squeeze her ass.

   I could hardly believe this was really happening.  Here I was, a skinny
art weenie getting my brains fucked out by a good-looking chick on the
squeaky couch in my brightly lit studio.  I could feel her clit ring brush
my pubes as she bottomed out on me, and I remembered my camera.  I spit her
nipple out of my mouth just long enough to snap a few photos, mostly of her
face and tits, then a few of her pelvis as it bounced up and down on my
lap, swallowing and releasing my glistening cock.

   Sucking her other nip and flicking the ring with my tongue, I was extra
glad that she'd sucked me off beforehand so that I'd be able to last for a
while.  A while, hell, I wanted to go on forever.

   Angela began to fuck me faster, her tight ass slapping against my
thighs. I let her nipple free as she started thrashing around, her long
hair brushing my face and chest as she moaned loudly.

   "Oh fuck, Rick," she gasped, grabbing me tightly by the shoulders as she
started to hump her ass with short strokes, allowing only a few inches or
so of my dick to slide in and out of her.  I continued fondling her hips
and butt as she rubbed herself on my dick.  She was biting her lower lip
and had her eyes tightly closed, and I slid my hand up to her face and
began tenderly stroking the side of her face.

   "Ahh, aahh, aahhh," she began groaning softly, her face contorting in
what seemed to be intense pleasure.  I discarded the camera then grabbed
her by the hips and began helping to lift her up and down.  Her fingers dug
into my shoulders as she let out a long, whimpering moan, her body jerking
and convulsing on top of me.  Her pussy seemed to grasp at my cock, and I
found that I was enjoying her orgasm almost as much as she was.

   She went limp as her shuddering subsided, and she sank down on my lap,
trapping my cock inside her as she moaned and sucked weakly at my neck. 
After few moments she came back to awareness and sat up, looking down at me
with a very serious expression.

   "Jesus fucking God, Rick," she whispered, looking me in the eyes.  "I've
never come that hard before.  Are all you art students this good?"

   I smiled.  "I wouldn't know.  This is my first time."

   She looked at me strangely.  "Your first time..." she repeated softly,
then her face split into a wide grin.  "You mean you're a virgin?  Jesus
Christ." She frowned.  "Why didn't you tell me?  I wouldn't have been so
selfish."

   "I don't know, I just figured you'd be able to tell."

   She rolled her eyes.  "With the way you sucked me off?" She asked,
raising herself off until my cock fell against my stomach with a wet slap.
"That couldn't have been the first time you'd done that."

   "Well, not exactly," I shrugged, watching as she reached down and peeled
the condom off of my dick.  I looked at her questioningly.  Did this mean
we were done?

   "Don't worry, I've always been careful.  If it's your first time though,
I'd much rather go bareback." She raised my cock back up and sank down on
it again, this time flesh against wonderful flesh.  We both groaned as I
slid into her, the sensations even more incredible than before.

   She gasped and began bouncing up and down on me, her nipple rings
brushing against my chest as she leaned down and kissed me.  I groaned into
her mouth.  I was getting close to cumming again, and Angela seemed to
realize it, as she started going faster and harder.  She seemed to want my
cherry, and I sure wasn't going to deny her.

   "I'm close," I whispered, not knowing whether she wanted me to cum in
her or not.

   She rubbed my chest with her hands and kissed me passionately.  "Give it
to me, Rick," she whispered in my ear, pausing to suck at my earlobe.  "Cum
in me."

   I groaned and almost instantly obliged, feeling like my entire body was
emptying out into her warm and slurping pussy.  Everything turned gray and
I saw stars as Angela kissed my neck.

   "Oh God, that's it," she moaned, "fill me up." Her words made me cum
even harder and longer, and I felt like I was going to pass out.  Maybe I
did.  I lost track of everything until the mist cleared and I felt Angela
lying on my chest, kissing my collarbone and running her fingers over my
right nipple.  My cock was almost completely soft, but was still held
within her snug pussy.

   "Are you back?" She said, looking up from my chest with a smile.  I
hugged her tightly.

   "Yeah, I think so.  That was awesome." A disturbing thought popped into
my head.  "Uh, What if you get pregnant?"

   "My cycle's so fucked up I don't think I could if I tried.  Don't worry
about it." She kissed my nipple.  "Besides," she said with a smile.  "I
don't think I'd mind getting hitched to guy that could make me cum like
that." I smiled back, though I wasn't sure if she was joking or not.

   We lay there and snuggled for a while, and by the time we untangled
ourselves from each other, both our crotches were a sticky mess.  After we
got cleaned up, Angela dressed and said that she had to go to the computer
lab and work on a program, but she gave me her phone number and made me
promise to call her the next day.  She tongue-kissed me passionately before
she left, shutting the door quietly behind her.  I collapsed in the living
room, still able to taste her on my lips and smell her on my body.  That,
at least, was proof that it hadn't been a dream, that and the three rolls
of film that I couldn't wait to develop.