The Camera Eye


III.


The clouds parted, allowing a narrow swath of golden rays to 
spill down onto the capitol dome. Two young women sat talking on 
the steps, the colors of their hair and clothes suddenly blazing 
to life in the sunlight. I focused my lens quickly. The break 
lasted for a dozen clicks of the shutter before the sky closed up 
again and everything faded into to gray. I shouldered my camera 
and walked on. Sometimes it seemed that the world was just a 
collection of images; beautiful moments that ended all too 
quickly and would never happen the same way twice. I'd been drawn 
to photography because I liked the idea of being able to capture 
and hold on to these moments, even ones as simple as a glimpse of 
sunlight on a rainy afternoon. 

I spent most of the weekend taking pictures downtown, trying to 
put what happened with Nicole out of my mind. I didn't regret it, 
but screwing around with another guy's fiancé wasn't something I 
was proud of, no matter how much fun it had been. I also had 
other things to worry about. The quarter was nearly over and 
finals would begin next week. All of the serious students were 
already living on caffeine and starting to twitch nervously. I 
didn't quite fall into that category, but I still had a lot of 
work to do. 

Sunday evening I was putting the last touches on my Photography 
project when the phone rang. It was Nicole.

"Hi Rick. Are you busy?" Her voice was low and seemed to have a 
tired edge to it. 

"Not very," I answered. "Just finishing something up. You okay?"

"Yeah. I've just been prepping all week and I'm getting burnt 
out." She paused for a moment. "Can I come by?"  

"Sure." I didn't see any harm in it, though I wondered what she 
had in mind. 

Ten minutes later she was at my door. Her lips were chapped and 
several strands of her chestnut hair had escaped from her 
ponytail to dangle beside her face. She definitely looked 
stressed. I sat with her on the couch as she vented about her 
classload and exams and her fiancé who wasn't calling as much as 
he used to. 

Nicole was still talking as I moved over and started rubbing her 
back. The muscles felt like coiled springs. I pushed her forward 
a little, and her voice trailed off as I moved my hands to the 
junction of her neck and shoulders. She lowered her head and 
sighed. After a few minutes I pulled my hands away and stood up.

"If you stop now I'll strangle you," she said, looking like she 
meant it. Luckily for me I hadn't intended to quit just yet. 
Guiding her down onto her stomach, I started working on her neck 
and shoulders again as she lay stretched out on the couch. She 
moaned softly into the cushion as kneaded her muscles with a 
little more force. I wasn't a skilled masseuse by any means, but 
when you have relatives with chronic back problems you tend to 
learn a few things.

"Hold on." She rose up and pulled her shirt off before lying down 
again. Her tanned skin was dotted with a handful of freckles, and 
I used them as landmarks as I slowly rubbed my way down along her 
spine. Just as I got to her lower back she raised up a little and 
reached down to undo her pants. I tugged them over her athletic 
legs and off completely, leaving her lying there in only a pair 
of white cotton panties. I slid my hands underneath them, half-
massaging and half-fondling her butt as she gave another soft 
little moan. 

I rolled her over to work on her front. It was nice to be able to 
take my time and explore her body without feeling rushed. She 
pulled her bra off and dropped it to the floor, her heavy tits 
bouncing with her movements. I caught them with my hands and 
kneaded gently, rolling them around in slow circles on her chest. 

After a little while I leaned back and let my fingers glide down 
over her stomach. Enjoying the smoothness of her skin, I moved my 
hands along her hips and thighs, sliding my fingers teasingly 
close to the crotch of her panties. Her breathing quickened every 
time I touched her inner thigh.

Unable to resist any longer, I caressed the soft cloth-covered 
bulge of her vulva for a moment before sliding my hand down into 
her panties. She moaned as I cupped her pussy and started to 
stroke it with slow circular motions, the warm, moist lips almost 
sticking to my hand. I pulled my fingers away to get them slick 
with saliva, and as they drew close to my face I could smell her 
on them. It was an intoxicating scent that reminded me very much 
of maple syrup. 

Altering my plans, I leaned down and kissed her twat through her 
panties before pulling them down around her knees. The lips of 
her shaven pussy were a dark pink color and curled outward like 
the petals of a flower. I moved in and gently tasted her. It 
wasn't quite the same as maple syrup but it was still good. I 
began flicking and swirling my tongue over her labia, my hand 
running softly over her flat stomach. 

There was something especially intimate about going down on a 
woman, much more so than with fucking. I was drinking her in; 
inhaling her; enjoying the taste and scent of her sex while her 
soft moans urged me on. 

Nicole shuddered as I locked my mouth on the top half of her 
pussy and sucked, sliding my tongue over her clit and upper lips 
with slow, fluttering licks. After only few moments she suddenly 
gasped sharply and twisted aside, trapping my head with her 
thighs to keep me at a distance. It took me a second to realize 
that she'd already come. Apparently she'd really needed it.

She released me and relaxed again. I let my hands wander gently 
over her body while she rested with her eyes closed and her arms 
folded across her chest. After a little while I noticed that her 
breathing had become very soft and rhythmic.

"Nicole?" I called quietly. Nothing. She'd fallen asleep. I shook 
my head and smiled as I went to get a blanket. 

I returned to my project, occasionally stopping to look over at 
her as she slept peacefully on the couch. It felt strangely good 
to have her there. Her presence made the place a lot less lonely. 
She was out for almost two hours. When she got up she pulled her 
clothes on and quickly checked the time.

"Shit," she groaned. "I still have a *lot* of studying to do." 
She finished putting her shoes on and gave me a hug, seeming 
tired but a lot more relaxed. 

"Thank you," she said, resting her cheek against my chest. 

"Anytime." I supposed that I meant it. That's what friends were 
for, right? 

She smiled and left. I went back into my room and tried to 
concentrate. I had exams of my own to deal with.

***

Finals came and went in a hectic blur. Then it was spring break, 
and I ended up being stuck at home while most of the students 
went off to have fun. Money was getting tight and it looked like 
I was going to have to find a roommate to help with the rent. 
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I was getting a little tired of 
living alone anyway.

The new quarter started and to my surprise I discovered a 
familiar face in my Spanish class. It was Angela. Almost two 
months had passed since I'd seen her last, but just a sidelong 
glimpse of her face was enough to make my pulse start racing. I'd 
been telling myself that I'd gotten over her. It was suddenly 
obvious that I wasn't a very good liar.

I sat behind and to the side of her. Her hair looked a bit longer 
that it had been, but she still kept it wild like she'd just 
woken up or had sex. She was wearing her black-rimmed glasses and 
the piercings in her ears and nose glinted prettily. For a moment 
I hoped that she wouldn't see me, then kicked myself for being 
such a coward. So what if her boyfriend was a hundred times 
better looking than me? That didn't make it illegal to be 
friendly. A few minutes into the class she glanced back and saw 
me. Her face brightened into a smile and she gave me a little 
wave. I smiled back and returned it, feeling my mouth suddenly 
get dry.

After the class ended I went over to talk to her.

"Hey there," I said. 

"Hey," she replied, grinning. "Long time no see, Mr. Cameraman."

"Yeah." I suddenly felt like a blushing schoolboy. "I never got a 
chance to ask how you liked those pictures."

"They were really great, thanks." She started walking slowly and 
I moved into step with her. We headed outside. 

"I meant to call you," she added, "but I kinda thought you'd 
never want to talk to me again after I stood you up like that. I 
didn't mean to...I just had a lot of stuff happening at once."

"Sometimes things come up. It's all right." I tried not to stare 
at her as we walked. She was just as pretty as I remembered, and 
being close to her again was reminding me of how much fun we'd 
had together. "I was kinda looking forward to seeing you use 
chopsticks, though."

Angela gave a quick little smile. "No, it isn't alright. I'm just 
glad you don't hate me." She paused for a second and looked over 
at me, the silver stud in her nose gleaming. "Do you?"

"Nope," I answered, looking her in the eyes for a moment. "In 
fact, I think you're thoroughly awesome." I winced inwardly as 
soon as I said it, hoping that it didn't sound as lame as I 
thought.

Her grin reappeared and she held my gaze. "Well, you're pretty 
cool too." A moment later she looked away, seeming suddenly 
awkward. We stopped outside of the computer center. 

"Rick," she began, suddenly looking serious. "I got back with my 
old boyfriend. That's part of the reason why I couldn't go out 
with you." 

"I know," I said, managing to smile a little. "I've seen you two 
around. You look good together."

"Thanks." She immediately seemed more cheerful. "So, can we be 
friends?" 

"Yeah," I answered, feeling a sinking sensation in my gut. "I'd 
like that." Even though I'd known this was how things would be, I 
hadn't needed it thrown in my face. 

"I'd like that too."

"Okay. See you Wednesday?" I asked, suddenly eager to be a 
million miles away.

"Yeah. Catch ya later." 

Angela turned and left. I walked off feeling like a fool. Somehow 
it made perfect sense that I'd fallen in love with someone I 
couldn't have.

On Wednesday Angela and I exchanged a quick hello in class, but 
that was all. When the class ended I saw her boyfriend waiting 
for her at the door. Outside I watched him grab her and kiss her 
deeply while she ran her fingers over the back of his neck. It 
made my stomach twist into knots. I walked away, wishing there 
was some kind of mental switch I could throw to shut my feelings 
off. Maybe it would rain again. 

Two weeks passed. Angela and I talked fairly often. We always 
paired up during speaking exercises, though we couldn't seem to 
go very long without cracking jokes or doing something silly that 
left both of us giggling like a pair of kindergarteners. We got 
along really well. It was great during the three hours a week I 
had with her, but the rest of the time it just made things 
harder.

I daydreamed about her like I was some lovestruck teenager. I 
wanted to spend a day getting to know each part of her body. Or a 
month. Or a year. I wanted to be able to know exactly what she 
was thinking just by the way looked at me, or the way she moved. 
I wanted to be the one she came home to, the one she laid down 
next to at night, the one she woke up with in the morning. I 
wanted too much.

My search for a roommate hadn't gone well. I'd had a couple 
calls, but both had seemed a little too flaky. One day after 
class I mentioned it to Angela. She told me that Nicole had a 
friend who might be looking for a new place.

"Cool," I responded, not really thinking about what I was saying. 
"I'll have to ask about it the next time I call her."

Angela looked at me curiously. "Next time?"

I'm sure there were about a hundred smooth ways I could've 
answered and covered my ass, but I couldn't think of one to save 
my life. Instead I clammed up and looked away, feeling my face 
getting warm. 

"Oh my God...so it's you?" She asked, seeming incredulous.

"Huh?"

"I figured she was seeing somebody. She hasn't been her normal 
pissy self." She frowned and looked away, a hurt expression 
appearing on her face. "I guess I should have known." She 
abruptly turned and walked off. 

I watched her go, feeling shitty. I wanted to say something but I 
didn't even know why she was acting like this. Maybe she thought 
I was some art student player who fucked everyone who posed for 
him. She had to realize that I was too clueless and transparent 
for something like that. I wondered why it even mattered to her. 
It occurred to me that maybe it was for the same reason I didn't 
like seeing her getting frisky with her boyfriend, though I 
wasn't really sure if I could believe it. Why would she even feel 
that way? I wasn't anything special.

I did talk to Nicole, though I felt almost guilty about it. Her 
friend was a girl named Renee who wanted to get out of the dorms 
and into a real place. The idea of having a female roommate 
seemed a little weird, but I didn't see any major drawbacks to 
it. Apparently neither did Renee. I cleared my stuff out of the 
spare room that had served as my studio, a part of me almost glad 
to see it go.

Renee moved in a few days later. She seemed pleasant enough, a 
lively redheaded sophomore with a large build and striking green 
eyes. She was tall and a little on the thick side, but she was 
definitely more curved than flabby. Nicole helped bring her stuff 
over. Renee didn't have much in the way of furniture yet, not 
even a bed. She seemed fine with the idea of sleeping on the 
couch in the living room until she could get one.

After she was settled in, she and Nicole opened a bottle of wine 
and talked in the living room for a while. I had to retreat into 
my room to work on a paper. Nicole left and Renee went to finish 
unpacking, humming along with the radio as she did. I found it 
quite soothing. 

Later I came out to find her curled up on the couch, her bare 
shoulder sticking out from under the blanket. Her eyes were 
closed and her expression was very serene. I'd once read that the 
only time a person's natural face appeared was when they were 
asleep and relaxed, when they were no longer concerned that 
anyone might be watching them. As with most women I'd seen, Renee 
was at her most beautiful when she wasn't trying to be. 

Nicole dropped by again a few days later to hang out and watch a 
movie. Afterward I went to my room to catch up on some reading 
while she and Renee chatted. I left my door open so I could hear 
their voices. I didn't want to listen in, I just liked having them in the 
background. The sounds made the place seem more alive. After a 
while I heard Renee start to yawn. 

"Sorry." I heard her say. "I really gotta get some sleep."

"It's okay, I need to get going too." Nicole responded. "Go 
ahead. I'm just going to say goodbye to Rick."

"'Kay. Night." I heard the door to Renee's room close. She'd 
gotten an inflatable mattress to tide her over, though sometimes 
she still slept on the couch. 

Nicole came in and shut the door behind her. She didn't say 
goodbye, or anything else for that matter. She only smiled wryly 
and pulled me to the bed, kissing me and pulling my clothes off 
with an eagerness that was hard to resist. Not that I was really 
trying to, but I still felt a sense of guilt. My hesitation 
quickly gave way to desire as I felt her hands begin stroking up 
and down over my swelling cock. Maybe it was my built-up 
frustration about Angela, or maybe it was something else. 
Regardless, I was suddenly more aroused than I'd ever been in my 
life.

I lifted Nicole up by the waist and tossed her onto on the bed, 
hearing a quick moan escape her lips. It took a fair bit of 
willpower to stop long enough to tug a condom on, but it gave her 
the opportunity to strip out of her clothes and fling them to the 
floor. I moved in and pinned her to the sheets, hooking my elbows 
beneath her knees to lift her legs up and open. Without pausing, 
I quickly positioned my cock against the lips of her pussy and 
pushed in. I was rougher than I'd intended to be, but Nicole only 
groaned and dug her fingernails into my back as I penetrated her.

She clutched me tightly as I began pumping hard, her eyes wide 
open and locked on mine. She felt even tighter than I remembered. 
Despite this she still came first, surprising me by twisting her 
hips around violently and crying out my name. The wild ride was 
enough to bring me over the edge, but just as I was about to come 
she squirmed away from my cock, causing it to slip out of her. I 
froze and tried to hold back, but it was too late. My dick 
throbbed in the open air as I had a frustrating half-orgasm while 
still holding her tightly by the legs. 

Nicole lay there panting, her arms crossed over her head with her 
hair spread out wildly on the sheets. It looked like she was 
really out of it. I eased off and fell back on the bed, still a 
bit surprised at my own ferocity. After a minute she sighed and 
crawled over, snuggling her compact body up against me with her 
head resting on my shoulder. I ran my fingers gently through her 
hair, feeling somewhat unsatisfied but glad that she'd seemed to 
enjoy it. 

After a little while she rose up and gave me a quick kiss. She 
paused, her eyes seeming to wander over my face before leaning in 
for a much longer and deeper one. I put my arms around her and 
pulled her tighter against me, her tits pressing firmly against 
my chest. I was quickly getting hard again. Without breaking the 
kiss, she reached down and peeled the condom off before sliding 
fully on top of me with my cock squeezed between her muscular 
thighs. 

She slid down lower, kissing my chest as she let my cock nestle 
up lengthwise against her pussy. I could feel the teasing warmth 
of her soft labia against my shaft as she slowly began rotating 
her hips. I'd been using condoms for so long that I'd forgotten 
just how great naked flesh could feel, even just rubbing like 
this. I supposed that Nicole might have been thinking the same 
thing. She changed her motions from circular to almost straight 
up and down, sliding her pussy along the length of my cock with 
short little fucking motions. I palmed her ass and moved against 
her, feeling her quick breathing warm my chest as she lay with 
her head turned to one side.

Seeming to have teased herself enough, Nicole suddenly rose and 
climbed up to straddle my face. I grabbed her around the thighs 
and pulled her to my mouth, hearing her gasp as I licked my way 
up and down over her protruding lips. I found the firm point of 
her clit with my tongue and began flicking and sucking at it 
lightly. She whimpered and started grinding herself gently 
against my face, coming a few minutes later with a sudden lurch 
of her pelvis. I backed off as her shivers stopped, remembering 
how sensitive she seemed to get. I held her by the hips as she 
rested for a moment. She was looking down at me, her tits rising 
and falling quickly as she caught her breath. I smiled and kissed 
the inside of her thigh, just glad that she was able to orgasm so 
easily. 

She slid back down over my body, planting a series of warm kisses 
along my chest until she reached my lower stomach. Taking me by 
the hands, she guided me into a sitting position on the edge of 
the bed and knelt down in front of me.

"I want you to cum on my chest," she said quietly, looking me 
steadily in the eyes. Her face was slightly flushed and very 
serious. I felt a rush of heat spread through my body as she 
leaned in and put her mouth on the end of my cock. She sucked it 
slowly, her lips gliding up and down over the head while she 
tugged the shaft with both hands. I reached down and fondled her 
heavy boobs, squeezing and hefting them as she moaned softly 
around my cock. I knew it wouldn't be much longer. Nicole was 
sucking me harder, taking me deeper into her mouth.

"I'm close," I told her, feeling myself hovering on the edge. She 
gave a few more quick sucks and then slid forward between my 
thighs to trap my straining cock between her tits. They were 
incredibly firm and soft, and I groaned as she squeezed them 
together with her hands. My dick was almost completely engulfed 
between them. Then she started moving her boobs up and down along 
the shaft, and I came almost immediately. The first spurt hit her 
underneath the chin, and the second arced higher and caught her 
square on the mouth. She moved up a bit, allowing the rest to 
shoot out over her chest and between her boobs. I pumped my hips, 
shuddering as the pressure faded and an intense feeling of 
release washed over me.

When I was finished, Nicole let go of my cock and sat back, 
looking a little shocked by the force of my ejaculation. I 
reached over and ran my thumb gently over her lips, wiping the 
cum away before leaning down to kiss her. She moaned against my 
mouth and firmly returned it. After a few moments I pulled back 
and helped her to her feet.

"Time for a shower?" I asked, grinning. 

"Yeah," she said, smiling and looking slightly embarrassed.

Still half-naked, we snuck out to the bathroom as quietly as we 
could. We showered for a while together. Neither of us seemed to 
be in any hurry. 

"Did you enjoy that?" She suddenly asked as she was soaping 
my back.

"Yes," I answered, not sure if she meant cumming on her tits or the 
whole thing in general. "A lot."

"So did I." She didn't say anything else.

After we'd finished cleaning up, Nicole dressed and left. I saw her 
out and was heading back to my room when Renee's door 
opened. She walked past me and to the bathroom, pausing at 
the doorway to shoot me a sidelong glance. 

"That sure was a long goodbye." Renee said, shutting the door 
with a smirk.

***

A week passed. Angela was more distant in class. It wasn't 
exactly a surprise, though I sensed there was more to it than her 
problem with me. She seemed tired and edgy. I'd asked if anything 
was bothering her, but she hadn't wanted to talk about it. I let 
it go and did my best to cheer her up instead, managing to get a 
little smile when I mangled a joke in Spanish. I hated seeing her 
upset. I wanted her to be happy. 

Renee seemed to be a decent roommate. She liked to go out 
partying though, and didn't always come home in the best 
condition. Late Friday night I woke up to the sounds of her 
bumping drunkenly into the walls on the way to her room. Saturday 
was much the same, with most of the noise concentrated in the 
bathroom. After a while I got up to use it myself, finding Renee 
lying passed out on the couch with her pants still half undone 
and riding down on her hips. It looked like she was wearing a 
black thong. She was already laying on her side, so I left her 
alone and continued to the bathroom, ignoring the brief 
temptation to get a little more acquainted with her curves.

Nicole called me on Sunday afternoon with a bit of a bombshell. 
She'd just found out her fiancé was being transferred home. She 
didn't sound as excited as I would have thought. 

"That's good news," I said, not sure how else to respond. 
"Right?"

"I don't know. We've been apart for so long I'm not sure if we'll 
feel the same way we used to." She paused. "Especially me."

"Well," I said, feeling suddenly awkward, "you won't know until 
you see each other again."

"I guess you're right." She seemed to hesitate. "Whatever 
happens, I want us to still be friends."

"I do too." I had a sudden flashback to my conversation with 
Angela, though I had the feeling that Nicole meant something 
rather different. "See you later?"

"Yeah." 

"Okay." 

We said goodbye. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I liked being 
with her, but I didn't know if I could keep doing what we were 
doing when her fiancé was around, if that's what she'd even 
meant. I hoped that she wouldn't dump him without giving it a 
chance. Some things were just too valuable to give up on.


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