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WARNING: This work of fiction is sexually explicit and is not to be read
by individuals under the age of 18.

This is not my story - it was written by Jonathan Dzoba. Does anyone
have any more of his? Please post!   e-mail:  coyote_azure@hotmail.com

Kay & Beverly - The Birthday Movie
by Jonathan Dzoba

     "I don't know. I just don't know what to get him, Bev." I flopped
over another page in my history book. She had come over to stay the
night while mom was away on another business trip.
     "What does he like?" she answered.
     "Constant sex," I laughed. "That's practically all we do when we're
together, anyway," I added jeeringly.
     "Oh. Well then, your problem's solved," she said. "Just give it to
him," she laughed.
     "Very funny. I do. All the time," I said. "It's nice," I smiled.
     "I guess," Bev stated, "or you wouldn't do it."
     I read another page in my history book, then got up for a drink. I
went to the kitchen.
     "Want something?" I yelled back across to the Florida room.
     "Sex." I laughed. "No," Bev added.
     "Get a boyfriend," I yelled.
     "Very funny," she yelled back.
     "Why not?" I asked when I came back into the room. I sat across
from her on the floor at the other side of the coffee table scattered
with homework.
     "Because I'm not interested in anybody. When somebody I like asks
me, I'll do it," she said for the umpteenth time.
     It was the same thing she always said when I asked her about going
out.
     Her stock reply. I shrugged it off and went on to chapter five. Bev
kept on at her math. By six o'clock we were getting hungry. I got up and
made some spaghetti. She liked it. She said I was a good cook. "You'll
make a fine wife some day," she chided.
     "Mmm hmm. And a fine vet, too, I hope," I added seriously.
     "You're so sure that's what you want to do, huh?"
     "I guess I always have been," I said.
     "Why don't you buy Jerry a dog for his birthday?" Bev said.
     "Because he hates dogs," I said flatly.
     "Why?"
     "I don't know. He doesn't know, either. Just doesn't like them.
Says they're too fawny, too mushy. Which is wierd 'cause he's so mushy
and romantic."
     "Is he? I never would have thought it. He looks like the cerebral
type."
     "Oh, he is. He's so smart it's disgusting. He never studies much.
Just knows it somehow. But he reads a lot, I guess."
     "So what are you going to get him, then?" Bev said.
     "I don't know," I said exasperatedly.
     Bev picked up the tv guide. "What's on tv tonight? Anything good?"
     That was all I needed. The idea came to me.
     "I've got it!" I half shouted. "I think," I hesitated. I didn't
know how to do it.
     "What is it? Tell me," Bev said.
     "Well, I might need you're help," I said. "And I've got to think
about it. I'm not sure," I giggled.
     "What is it?" Bev wanted to know.
     I was reluctant to say. I just smiled.
     "Oh come on. Tell me. Or is it something you can't say in public?
Some weird sex thing?" she laughed.
     "Well, not TOO weird," I said.
     "Oh god. Forget it then," Bev said and started to reach for the
channel changer.
     "But I do need your help," I volunteered.
     "With what?" Bev laughed.
     I thought about it again. Enough seconds went by that Bev became
curious.
     "So. What with?" she repeated.
     "I'll show you," I said. "But you've got to promise not to tell
anyone. Promise. *Not a soul!*" I said. I waited till she nodded in
agreement, then disappeared into my bedroom.
     When I came out I put a tape into the vcr and started it. I sat
down next to Beverly nervously. I wasn't sure how she'd react. She
seemed to take it in stride. It was just a tape of a woman taking off
her clothes and playing with herself. It was an amateur video. Jerry had
given it to me so we could watch it when we had the chance at my house
when he was over. It was only about fifteen minutes long.
     "Not very interesting," Bev said, "But I suppose he'll like it."
     "You don't understand, he gave me this one. We watch it all the
time. I want to make one for him," I said.
     "You don't have the nerve to do it. And besides, how are you going
to take the pictures and...."
     Realization suddenly dawned on her as she saw me looking at her.
     She laughed. "You mean I have to take the pictures? You're crazy.
I've never even seen a video camera, much less...Oh god, no way!" Bev
laughed.
     "You can do it. It's simple. All you have to do is point and
shoot," I told her.
     "Yeah but it's what I'm pointing at!" she screamed in laughter.
     I laughed. "I know, I know. How do you think I'll feel, doing it
front of you? Come on. Give me a break and don't make me laugh about it.
This is a good idea. A great idea, now that I come to think of it. Jerry
is gonna love this. Come on. You can help. Please?"
     "All right. All right. But if you're no actress, don't blame it on
the camera woman. In fact don't blame the rotten camera work on me,
either. This is all your idea."
     "OK."
     "And don't you dare tell Jerry I had anything to do with this,
either, or I'll kill you for sure."
     "Deal. You'll help me?"
     "You're nuts, Kay," she said.
     "I know, I know. But you'll do it for me, won't you?" I pleaded.
     She shook her head in resignation. "Go get the camera. Let's see
how it works," she sighed.
     It only took five minutes for Bev to get the hang of the thing. She
actually squealed with delight when she saw the first pictures she took
come out. It was only pictures of the room and me making faces, but it
was enough to get her interested. I showed her the zoom button next. She
went crazy zooming in and out on lamps and the little miniatures in the
shadow box on the living room wall.
     "God, that's enough to make you dizzy," Bev said, watching the
results.
     "You can't zoom in and out too fast," I said.
     "Shut that off. Let me try it again," she said resolutely.
     She worked at it again, going slower this time. We checked the
results again.
     "Not very interesting subject matter, but good camera work," I
said.
     "Right. What does this button do?" she inquired.
     "That's the macro button. You have to be real close to focus with
that," I said.
     I showed her how that worked, and the manual iris control to fade
in and out.
     "See. Simple," I told her as we reviewed the last few practice
shots.
     "And now you tell me I'm ready?" she laughed.
     "Well, good enough. If you don't mind," I asked again.
     "I do. I do. But I'll do it anyway. Go on. Take all your clothes
off," she laughed.
     I looked around, as if someone were waiting for me, or watching me.
I thought of my mother. This is not one of those things you want her to
walk in on. I couldn't do it.
     "I can't do this," I blushed, putting my face in my hands.
     "You'd better, the camera's running," Bev said, pointing it
straight at me.
     "Wait! Wait!" I said. "I've got to think this out better," I said.
"Besides, you can't talk or your voice will be on the tape," I chided.
     "Shit!" Bev said, stopping the camera and rewinding the tape
immediately.
     "I want to see that tape again," I said.
     "What? This one?" Bev said.
     "No, jerk. The real one. I've got to see what she did," I said.
     "Guess I could watch it for the camera moves," Bev stated.
     I put the tape in and we watched it from beginning to end, making
comments along the way.
     "That was nice. Did you see how she turned around slowly like
that?" Bev said.
     "Yeah. I got it," I said, noting the motion.
     The girl was dressed in a white evening dress. She let the straps
down her shoulders and pulled the front down.
     "What do you have to wear?" Bev asked.
     "My old junior prom dress. It's a little small, though," I said.
     "So what? You're not going to be in it for long," laughed Bev.
     "Oh shut up and watch what the camera's doing, would you," I said.
     We watched. The girl had most of her clothes off.
     "What does Jerry think of this?" Bev asked.
     "What do you mean, what does he think of it?" I said.
     "I mean, what part does he like best?"
     "Oh, he really doesn't like it a whole lot. Says it doesn't show
enough," I remarked.
     "My god! What more is there to show?" Bev said.
     "Oh, he's used to the real hard core stuff, where they do big close
ups and everything."
     "I don't get it," Bev said.
     "Well, like they never really show you her up close, you know. They
always pull the camera away. In some of the other kinds of films they
put the camera right next to things," I said.
     "You don't happen to have one of those around, do you?" Bev said.
"I'd like to see what it's like. For the camera, of course," she added.
     "Of course," I laughed at her.
     "Oh stop it. Just go get the damn thing, would you?" she said. "And
I don't believe you have one! You guys are really kinky!" she laughed.
     I hesitated and was going to tell her I didn't have one. But I
thought it through and didn't see any reason why she couldn't know I had
one. So I went and got it. When I came back and was putting the tape in,
Beverly asked me something that really flustered me.
     "Does this have any lesbian stuff in it?" she asked in a normal
voice. "I don't know. Jerry and I haven't seen this one yet. He just got
it the other day," I said. "You were only supposed to be interested in
it for the camera stuff," I said. "I've never seen one before."
     "Oh. Well you'd better be prepared for more than the other one,
then.
     It's pretty raunchy stuff sometimes. Even I don't like some of it.
But it's different watching it with Jerry, too."
     "I suppose so," Bev agreed.
     The movie got into it fairly quickly. Bev didn't say much. I hadn't
seen it before and so was just watching the movie. But I could tell Bev
was also looking at the camera work, too, from her hand motions and
expressions. Not that she didn't see what was happening on screen,
though. There were times when I could see she was just as interested in
the scenes where there were close up pictures of the men. She would
interject once in a while.
     "Nice buns," or, "God, he's big."
     There were plenty of real close up scenes.
     "The other one didn't have anything like this," Bev remarked. "Do
you want me to get that close?"
     "How should I know? Just do whatever seems right," I said. I
started thinking about what I was going to wear and didn't pay much
attention to the movie for a while. When I looked up again there were
two girls making love. I looked at Bev and she was very attentive to
what was happening on the screen. And not to the camera movements. I
thought about her for a minute. She never seemed to date very much and I
wondered if she was gay. I wondered if she thought she was, or didn't
know if she was, and how hard that would be to deal with. The next scene
was heterosexual again, and the rest of the movie was too, till the end,
when there were two couples together and the girls were kissing and
touching eachother as well.
     "Pretty lousy plot," I said.
     "Kay the critic," Bev said, and nothing else. "So what do you think
I should do?" I said.
     "Hmm. Oh. Go ahead and do it. It's not that bad, really. You've got
the nerve to do that much if you can stand to watch these things. Only
don't go putting on a dress right away. I don't think it's necessary."
     "What do you mean?"
     "Well, I just don't think it's very realistic, that's all. Nobody
gets dressed up all the time to have sex. You guys don't do you?" Bev
said.
     "No. Whatever I wear to every day to school," I said.
     "Then wear that. What you've got on right now."
     "You mean you think it'd be sexier if I was dressed in jeans, like
I usually am?" I said.
     "Sure. That what he's used to seeing you take off, isn't it? Well,
take it off in front of the camera for him. Ooh that sounds sexy,
doesn't it?" Bev said. "You'd better try it right now."
     I hesitated. "You mean now?" I gulped.
     Bev was getting the camera ready. She walked around shutting the
drapes and turning on the lamps to their lowest settings. "Almost
ready," she said, checking the camera. "You sit on the couch. Is that
where you guys usually sit?" she asked directorially.
     "Most times," I told her, taking her direction and moving to the
couch. She was picking things up that didn't belong laying around. She
kept talking. "So what do you do on the couch? Kiss?"
     I thought about it, trying to remember Jerry there with me. "Yes,"
I said, feeling a little turned on by the darkenned room.
     "Does he touch you?" Bev said.
     I didn't reply.
     "Put your hand where he touches you," she ordered.
     I lifted my hand limply to my chest, waiting for my next order.
"You talk," Bev said, and she turned on the camera. I froze. She waited
for a response, some motion from me.
     "You do move don't you?" she laughed. It broke the ice a little.
     "Yes," I replied loudly. "This isn't exactly easy to do you know,"
I told her.
     "It's only a two hour tape you know," she smacked.
     I cracked. Laughed for ten seconds.
     "Enough. Let's see some action. You kiss, you talk, he puts his
arms around you and you make out for a long time. Your body is warm by
his and you start to feel good. He wants your shirt open. Open it for
him."
     I listened to her. I lifted my hands up again to my shirt and
unbuttoned it, imagining Jerry watching me. I smiled at him and undid
the three top buttons and pulled my shirt open for him. I moved my
fingers along the outside of my bra just as I had seen the girl in the
movie do. I forgot about the camera for a moment, but not about Jerry. I
touched myself. I uncovered my breast and toyed with it. Then I
remembered the camera and realized Bev was taking pictures. I looked at
her and she shook her head minutely, indicating that she could no longer
talk. I understood.
     But she could take pictures with one hand and leave the other one
free. She moved her hand up to her shoulder and made motions indicating
that I should take the strap off my shoulder. I did and immediately
looked back to her for direction again. But her hand had returned to
steady the camera. I realized how stupid I must look looking at the
camera like that and remembered the girl in the movie doing it too. I
almost stopped right there, but Bev put her hand down by the lowest
buttons in her shirt and I got the idea. I undid the other buttons in my
own shirt and put the shirt off to the sides of my body. I pulled the
shirt away from my other shoulder a little and lifted the strap down my
arm. I pulled my arm out of it completely, then returned my hands to my
front. I held the top of the bra cup where it met the straps and slowly
pulled them down, exposing my breasts to full view. Then my hands went
to them and I touched them. I tried hard to think of just Jerry, but I
could see the camera, too, and began to play to it.
     Who was watching me? Would someone see this? What if I showed it to
someone else? Some strange man? I'd let him watch me. That fantasy man
hid behind the camera and it wasn't Jerry at all. I made up someone so
handsome and perfect that it could only be a fantasy. I stripped for
him. Touched myself for him. Closed my eyes and rubbed my breasts and my
sides longingly for perfect him. Then I came back to reality when the
camera moved to a new position. Bev came closer. She knelt on one knee
and I could see she was taking closer shots of me. My face, my neck, my
chest. I let her. She moved slowly. Then I put my fingers to my nipples
and touched them. Beverly shot me, turning me on. I thought of Jerry
again and how he played with my nipples. I wished Beverly would take a
picture of my face so I could show him I was thinking of him. It was
then I realized that I could speak. Beverly couldn't, but I could.
     Nonetheless, it shocked Beverly when I did.
     "Do you like the way I touch my nipples?" I said quietly.
     To my suprise, Beverly nodded yes gently. But her hand came free
and made a little rolling motion to indicate I should keep talking.
     "I like the way you touch them," I continued.
     I circled them lightly with my fingertips.
     "They're soft for you. Silky, you like to say."
     I played with them silently for a while. Then my hands strayed down
my stomach and my sides.
     Beverly had to pull the camera back. I arched my back and undid my
bra. I pulled it off and threw it to the chair next to the couch.
Beverly settled down on her haunches in front of me, still shooting.
     I lay back into the couch, slouching down a little. Beverly jerked
her finger up, telling me to sit up straight, I looked bad. I
straightened up slowly so as not to seem too contrived or directed.
Beverly put her hand under her breast and lifted it, massaging it. I got
the idea.
     I did the same, recalling the movie again. I seemed to be going
from reality to movie to fantasy like stepping stones. My nipples became
stiffer and I tugged at them to emphasize the fact. I looked down and
they protruded nicely towards the camera. I saw Jerry there watching
them in my imagination and played with them some more for him, but did
not speak to him. Instead I just touched and caressed myself as he would
have had he been there. My hands floated about my arms and shoulders and
chest and stomach. Could I have touched my back more I would have felt
better. Warmer as I was when he held me. I longed for him a little. I
held my breasts because I wanted to and stiffened the nipples in my
fingers. I felt I was masturbating for him for the first time. I wanted
him to watch me and I put my hands down to my stomach, pressing my
fingers into it above the waist of my jeans.
     I thought about how I'd done it for him once, how he'd asked me to
do it. How I'd undone my jeans and lay right there on the same couch and
opened my jeans. He pulled my jeans and panties down my legs and did
nothing else. He waited for me to start to touch myself. He watched me
as I played with my pussy. I'd never felt more excited till then. I
felt, remembered my wet fingers, myself wet with my pants at my thighs
and realized I had done it. I was masturbating in front of the camera.
The memories and the reality had blended and I was undressed slightly
there. I came to, seeing the camera close to my knees where my jeans and
underwear were gathered. The eye was right there, staring at me. Between
my legs. Beverly reached out with her hand and pulled at my jeans. She
removed them from my legs with her free hand, balancing the camera
steadily on her shoulder with her other hand. Her head was focused on
taking pictures.
     When my pants came off completely, I felt naked. I felt exposed for
the first time. I tried hurriedly to go back to my fantasy, but I
couldn't. I had to play with myself in front of the camera while Beverly
watched. I had moved my legs further apart and let her zoom the camera
in. I knew she did it because I saw her. I tried to picture what it
looked like. What it looked like to her. I wondered if she was enjoying
taking pictures of me. She seemed completely engaged in it. Unaware of
the subject matter other than it was sex. I tried to please her. I did
it for her for a while. She wouldn't know. It was my fantasy. I imagined
her watching me through the lens. I pictured her seeing my fingers
touching myself. I rubbed my clitoris directly and saw the camera zoom a
little more. I was pleased and spread the lips of my pussy apart so the
camera would get a better view. I moved the pubic hairs to the side and
exposed my clit, looking down at it to get a good view myself so I could
see how it looked, how much was exposed. I tugged gently at the hood and
showed it. I teased it and it felt suddenly good. I looked up at Beverly
and the camera. They were trained on my genitals. I decided to talk to
her.
     "Do you like the way I play with it?" I asked her without saying
her name. She did not respond, thinking that I was talking to Jerry. I
tried to think of what to say next that she would know was meant for
her, that would draw her attention.
     "Can you see it well enough?" I said.
     Beverly lifted her head and put her fingers to her lips to shush me
momentarily. She turned the camera in her hand. I could tell she had
stopped recording momentarily. She fiddled with the buttons and then
crept closer to my legs. She haunched back down and adjusted the camera
again. Then without lifting her eyes away from the viewer gave me a
signal to continue. It felt and looked so strange to have her there
between my legs giving directions. But there was nothing for it but for
me to try to continue where I had left off.
     I tried to think of Jerry again. I closed my eyes and pictured
myself undoing his pants. I pulled his cock out and massaged it gently
in my hands. It grew stiffer, yet remained soft. I put my fingers back
to my clit and massaged it in circles. It was dry again. I pictured
holding Jerry's cock and guiding it into my pussy. It slid in. He began
to fuck me. I put my hands between my legs and spread them apart. My
fingers went down. They slid inside and I pulled them back up to wet my
clitoris. I held the hood back with one hand and rubbed it with the
other. I put my fingers down again, back inside, worked them in and out
several times. That was enough.
     I quickly rubbed my clit to orgasm. I came and wondered what the
camera saw. What did Beverly see of me. It was a minute or two before I
calmed down. I began to feel cold and exposed. I reached for my pants
and Beverly stood up with the camera, arching her back in pain. I
started to get dressed, then realized it was silly to put on the bra and
shirt again, so I picked them up and headed off to my room to get on
some pajamas.
     I got back out and Beverly was watching the tape. I came in near
the end. It was weird. I was glad when it finished.
     "That was awful," I said, before realizing it could be construed as
a commentary on the camera work.
     Beverly just ignored me. She knew what I meant. "Here," she said,
handing me the remote control, "Watch it from the beginning and tell me
what you think. I'm gonna go get dressed."
     She got up and left. I rewound the tape and was going to start it
over but decided to wait for Beverly.
     "Ready?" I said when she'd come back into the room.
     "Ready. Go ahead," she replied.
     I started the tape.
     "It's not that bad, really. But then I was behind the camera,"
Beverly said. "I'm sure Jerry will enjoy it."
     I thought about that, and viewed it with that in mind. It wasn't so
bad from that perspective. I knew he would like it. I relaxed and
watched it from the camera's angle. Beverly had actually done a pretty
good job. She didn't zoom around too much and was real steady holding
the camera.
     "You did a great job, thanks," I thanked her.
     "No problem. It was interesting," she said.
     "Was it?" I said.
     "Yeah."
     "What was it like?" I asked.
     "Strange. I couldn't help getting into it. It's kinda like you're
being pulled," she said.
     The tape ended. We just sat there.
     "Do you want to try it?" Bev said.
     "You mean use the camera?" I said.
     Beverly nodded. "I'd let you if you wanted to try it. Only fair,"
she said.
     "Ok," I said. I was nervous. I got up and looked around for the
camera.
     "On the endtable," Beverly pointed.
     "Oh." I went to get it.
     "You didn't say much. It was a shock when you did. But it came out
nicer than I thought, not saying too much. Remember to hold it steady
and don't zoom too much at all. It looks really strange when you do."
     "You want me to give this tape to Jerry too?" I asked half
seriously.
     "I'm sure!" Beverly said. "You do and you won't live to see the
day."
     "He'd really like that, I bet, having the two of us on the same
tape," I chided, getting the camera ready.
     "I'll bet. Don't you dare," Bev scorned.
     "Then why do you want to do this?" I asked seriously. Beverly
looked at me and knew I meant the question.
     "Because it's exciting," she said, and flopped down on the couch.
"And I can do it better than you can," she jeered.
     "Oh really!" I said, flabergasted. "Let's see."
     "Hi Jerry. It's me, Beverly. I'm going to do what Kay just did. Do
you want to watch me? Good. Sit down right where I'm sitting now and
I'll undress myself just for you." Beverly pointed at the camera. I was
almost laughing at her, it sounded so funny. I knew she didn't mean a
word of it. It was all for my benefit.
     She really surprised me when she opened her pajama shirt and there
was nothing there. I don't know why I was expecting there to be. I
didn't wear a bra under my pajama's either. Maybe it was just seeing her
breasts exposed to plain view like that. Then I realized it was the
camera. Somehow the camera did something to seeing things. I was looking
at her as if she were already on tape and that excited me. I knew right
away what she'd meant by feeling pulled into things. It was as if I were
on the outside looking in and shouldn't be. I was too close. I wondered
what it would be like to be closer. I zoomed in before remembering her
instructions.
     "Damn!" I said to myself.
     Beverly broke up. I laughed at myself.
     "All right. All right. Do it again. Take two," I said.
     "No no. That's enough," Beverly laughed.
     "Oh no. You got to do it, so do I," I said, and motioned my hand to
keep rolling. "We'll just edit that part out," I commented.
     "You can do that?" Beverly said.
     "Shush," I scolded. "Action!"
     Beverly tried to stop laughing. I kept the camera going. Eventually
she got it together.
     She tried twice and laughed both times.
     "I can't do this," she said.
     "Think about Jerry. He's going to watch you, Beverly. I'm going to
let him see this. I want him to see you doing it," I said, trying to
spur her on. She reacted as I expected. She got serious. I knew she
could do it. I could tell she had been turned on thinking about my
boyfriend watching her. She looked at the camera as if trying to see
Jerry there. She stood up. She used her hands gracefully along the
length of her body with her pajama top open. She pulled back at it and
let it slide off to the floor.
     "Damn that was a good move!" I thought to myself. Maybe she was
going to do it better than I was.
     She certainly would if she kept up like that.
     And she did. She pulled me around with her expressions and made me
know just where she wanted the camera to be. It was amazing. I watched
her hold her breasts out to me and I zoomed in slowly to them. It was so
close I could almost feel them. I wanted to touch them, to feel their
softness through the lens. She made a slow turn and I photographed it. I
watched through the camera as she endeared herself.
     She caressed her body sexily and lazily like a model. She enwrapped
her body in her arms. I felt flowing, unaware of the camera. She moved
her hands to her hips and lowered the pajama bottoms a few inches. They
clung to her hips in a sexually inviting fashion. She moved her hips
around circularly and slowly, then drew the pants down over the peak of
her hips so that they fell to the floor. She had drawn me down with her
and I was taking pictures of her pelvic area. Her hands went quickly to
it and caressed it, hiding it a little from view. She parted what hair
she could and invited me to zoom in on what was there. I did so, and she
backed up slowly to the couch again. She lay down and I pulled back,
almost out of breath. Her hands reached forward to the camera as if she
were reaching out to hold someone's face.
     She spoke.
     "Come watch me closer now," she demanded softly.
     I knelt beside the couch and took a long slow shot of her face,
neck, breasts and stomach. She slid one leg off the edge of the couch
and moved slowly around it till I was facing her. She moved her hands
down and caressed her thighs invitingly, motioning the camera to come
closer to her. I followed her hand upwards and when I saw her parting
the hairs around herself, I became excited. I nearly froze in place.
Which was alright since there was not much else I could do with the
camera but hold it steady.
     And I even had trouble doing that as I watched her at extreme close
up, exposing and playing with herself for my boyfriend. I really wanted
him to see this. She was good. I was surprised when her fingers left her
clit and wandered downwards. I had to shift the camera a little. I
watched with fascination as her fingers entered her opening and dove
back in again. This repeated till I could tell she began to need
release. I moved my free hand in front of the camera and before I
realized I was reaching to touch her.
     She did not see me. Her eyes were closed. I withdrew my hand. Her
own hand went there a second later and did what was needed. She came and
I withdrew the camera a little to a safer distance. I captured her
orgasm, and was silent.
     I watched as she sat up. She looked around for her clothes, but
didn't reach for them. She sat quietly for another minute. I took the
tape out and brought it to the vcr. I went back to the couch and sat
next to her. She took my hand in hers and held it in her lap. She rubbed
it as we watched her masturbate. When it came to the final part she
placed my hand flat on her thigh, holding it there. I moved my hand
along her leg and caressed it. As I watched her touching herself on
screen I moved my hand closer to the center of her legs. She reached for
it and placed atop her mound. I moved my hand down between and touched
her with my fingers. I masturbated her as it happened on the screen. She
was wet and my fingers slid along her clitoris easily. I played with her
till she orgasmed and her hands fell atop mine, pressing them into
herself. It ended on screen and I began to touch her again. She held my
hands in place, letting me know she wanted me to stop. I looked over at
her. She was rewinding the tape. When it started from the beginning it
was of me again. I hadn't seen it in a short time and was suprised at
myself being there.
     As I watched, I felt Beverly's hands touching my folded legs. I
looked over at her and she smiled, inviting me with a gesture to lay
back against her. I untucked my legs from underneath me and stretched
them out along the couch. She put her legs up on the couch and made a
small place in her lap for me. I was half seated there. Beverly pointed
to the screen and I watched. I was taking my clothes off. Beverly's hand
was opening my pajama buttons. They slipped inside. I was undoing my
jeans. Beverly's hands moved under. As I found my mound, so did she. Her
agile fingers pressed into me. She held me as I watched. When I came I
came. Beverly neatly touched me under my pants till I relaxed. Her scene
came on again. I watched her turns and motions and finally her assault
on herself. Her breasts were above me and I gathered them in my hands.
Beverly put her arms around me and I felt warm. I turned my head and
sucked on her nipple gently. It hardened and I toyed with it a little.
Beverly smiled down at me. I liked it. I teased her nipple more and then
found the other one in nearly the same state. She watched as I sucked it
gently.
     I kissed her stomach because that was all I could reach. She
adjusted a little, pulling her leg up under me and moving more towards
the end of the couch. I turned my body at the same time and found myself
facing the inner part of her thigh. I put my hand up against it and
pushed myself lower down, feeling her other leg give way. I pushed her
leg back up against the back of the couch and started kissing the inside
of it just above her knee. I kissed the inside of her thighs all the way
down until I reached between her legs. I lifted myself up a little and
put my hand underneath her bottom. I kissed in the seam of her leg and
mound and parted the hairs around her with my hand. When she was exposed
I kissed her.
     She tasted sweet and wet. I licked at her clitoris with my tongue
till all the wetness was mine. She was moaning lightly as I took care of
her. I let my tongue wander all around her, dipping to her opening and
then putting my fingers in her. They slid in easily and I sucked and
licked at her clitoris at the same time. She reacted by lifting up and
down, making me know it felt very good. I was glad it did and that I
could make her feel that way. I kept it up till she came. I sucked her
so hard and so right at the last second that she screamed. I slowed down
my fingers, but kept evenly sucking her clit. She bucked and came again,
so I licked her up and down and withdrew my hand from inside her. I put
both hands under her bottom and squeezed it. She lifted up and I put my
tongue inside of her. It was swelteringly wet and tasted awfully good. I
lapped at her opening and she pushed into my tongue. I left her clitoris
alone for quite a while, but soon enough my fingers touched it and found
it. I teased her to a final come and licked slowly at her till she
subsided. I kissed her thighs lingeringly. She had her hand rubbing my
back.
     "Umm that feels good. Scratch a little, would you?" I asked.
     She did.
     "I gotta move this leg," she said quietly.
     I got off of it as she pulled it in towards the other one. I sort
of half fell half sat off the couch. I pulled myself up on my knees and
leaned over her head. I kissed her. She responded quietly and nicely,
kissing me back and putting her hands up behind my head to hold me there
kissing her. When she released me, I looked at her.
     "You wanted to do that for a long time, didn't you?" I said.
     Beverly nodded her head. "Did you know?" she said.
     "Not till now," I told her.
     "And there's something else I've wanted to do for a long time,
too," she said.
     "What's that?" I asked.
     She smiled and pushed herself slowly and agonizingly up on the
couch.
     "Lay down and I'll show you," she said.
     It was my turn to be delighted. Beverly ate me expertly. Her gentle
feminine touches were most welcome. I came many times and we spent the
night in bed together. We made love in the morning before Jerry came
over. He saw more than just our home made videos.
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