In the days that followed, Jenn and I wrote much to each other about that night. We learned a great deal about each other. In a strange way, the fact that we had "shared" the experience together made it seem much less traumatic than it would have been. Jenn seemed to adjust to it well. In fact, I sensed in her a bit of excitement that I had watched what had happened. We both traded veiled comments about the sexual thrills we had experienced during the attacks, but we were cautious not to admit openly that it wasn't a brutal, horrible rape.
Bobby and Jeff had been locked up by the police that night. They had both tried to make bail, but because of Bobby's guilty plea, he had no chance. Jeff was out of jail, but the judge had made it clear that if he came anywhere near Jenn, he would be locked up for good. Jenn was confident she'd never see him again. She felt safe.
Jenn found herself without a boyfriend, and I could tell her sexual desires were beginning to intensify. She told me she was masturbating at least once a day, but she was still not satisfied. We each made subtle, offhand comments about wishing we were together to solve that problem, but neither of us wanted too sound serious about the idea.
I was in a very difficult state of mind. I had committed myself to staying clean of any outside sexual contacts in the hope that I would find some way to get Katie back. I was sure running off to another city to have sex with a 24 year old girl I found on the Internet would qualify as "inappropriate."
Even more complicated, this was not "some girl," this was Jenn. She and I had shared an experience that was staggering in its intensity. We were now connected in a special and maybe permanent way. If I were to go to her . . . to meet her . . . to let her all the way into my life . . . there would never be a way to let her go once Katie came back. So then, what would Katie do when she found out? Would it be the end on any new hopes? I sure thought so. But . . . Jenn.
With all the risks in mind, I tried my best not to let Jenn think I was willing to consider any change in our relationship. I tried to keep it cool, but then she asked me for a special favor. She asked me if I would watch her over the camera while she . . . while she reproduced and imagined the experience of making love with me. What could I say? How could I say no?
I did ask her not to use the massive dildo that Jeff had used on her, as the comparison to my own healthy, but basically average size would be too unrealistic. She laughed at me, and told me that instrument had been taken by the police as evidence, anyway. She blushed when she told me about the looks the policemen had given her when they saw it. I wondered how long the policemen were required to wait before they called a crime victim on a "personal" basis.
The evening Jenn said she was ready, we made a "date" for 10:00 p.m. When she signed on, she had moved her camera to the foot of her bed. She had prepared a view looking straight up the bed from the footboard to the headboard. There would be nothing I couldn't see as clearly as if I were there on the bed with her. Her computer screen, where my face would be seen, was directly under the camera. She would be looking into my eyes while I watched her every move.
She checked the camera one last time, making sure that everything she did was going to be caught perfectly. When she was satisfied that everything was ready, she slowly slid herself onto her bed.
For a brief moment, my mind recalled the horrific attack that had happened upon that very bed. Somehow, Jenn must have sensed my brief recollection of the event because she gently smiled and caressed the bedspread next to her, her eyes letting me know that she was ready to put the past aside for the moment and share a far different experience with me. I gratefully accepted her invitation to forget.
Jenn looked square into her camera and slid to the center of her bed. She looked beautiful, wearing nothing but a white cotton blouse and a pair of blue lace panties. As she knelt there with her legs spread apart slightly, she began to slowly unbutton the blouse she was wearing. It opened to reveal just a hint of her sheer lace bra. Although her shirt still covered all but her cleavage, I knew that Jenn's nipples were already erect. Through the crisp cotton, I could make out every curvature of her soft breasts. She hesitated for a minute, looked down at her chest and stomach, and finally glanced up at the camera playfully. She knew what I wanted, but she wasn't about ready to give in just yet.
Her hands ran down her shirt as she slowly moved her torso in a circular motion. Her hands rested for a moment upon her hips and then she slid them to her inner thighs. She gasped a little as her hands slid over her crotch. It was obvious that she was already having powerful feelings. In response, I felt my cock jump within my pants. At that moment, Jenn looked straight into my eyes and nodded ever so slightly, giving her permission for me to experience the same feelings of ecstasy that she was going to be feeling. I gratefully unzipped my pants, freeing my expectant cock from its restraint.
Jenn's hands continued to run up and down her body, paying special attention to her still covered breasts. She gently pinched her nipples through the blouse, leaving creases in the fabric right where her erect nipples poked to the surface. She slowly traced her fingers in tight circles around them, making her nipples even more visible. How I ached to be touching them myself.
Slowly, she reached up to her shirt and started sliding it off of her shoulders. Finally, she let the shirt fall to the bed, revealing her perfect breasts set in the sexiest bra. Although from the cleavage it appeared to be simply sheer, the bra had cutaways in the center, revealing her uncovered and very erect nipples. Jenn smiled at me and pinched each nipple. She then unhooked the clasp in the front of her bra and her breasts were finally free. My cock responded enthusiastically.
