Sequel to Home Movie.
I met Jody in the coffee shop for our usual afternoon lunch break. As always it was busy, but we always managed to find the same two-seater table in the corner that we sit at, as if the other regulars respected it as our place.
Jody had always been my best friend since high school and it was fair to say we also shared some intimate moments together too in a girly kind of way. It was not a lesbian type of relationship in our opinion, just intimate, sensual and loving. We had the ability to separate ourselves as lovers and be just friends when we had to.
"You look tired Louise. What are you and Jason up to at night?" she asked. "I hope whatever it is, you are enjoying it."
"If I told you what our latest 'thing' was you would probably hate me." I told her. She was broadminded. We both were, but I had wasn't sure how I could explain our new home movie fetish.
"Go on, tell me what it is you two are doing?"
I sipped my coffee and thought for a few moments. Then I found the courage to explain what Jason and I had discovered. The strangely erotic force that touched our lives through the video camera. Jody listened intently and seemingly unmoved at first as I described the scenes that we created, playing to the camera and then for our own gratification, re-played back to ourselves.
"You make porno movies?" she asked. "My God!"
"Well, they are I suppose porno movies. But only we see them." I explained. "You see we make them just for ourselves. The camera becomes like a sex toy. It's as if we are performing to an unseen audience that doesn't really exist through that camera. But at the same time it records our performances, watches what we do. Then we play it all back when we want, just to ourselves, nobody else."
"It still sounds weird."
"Yes, exactly how I felt about it the first time. Like, this is so weird. But it isn't weird at all. Because what we found through doing it that way was a very erotic form of role-play."
"Oh come on Louise! Next you will be telling me you actually play act in front of the camera?"
"Yes, we do. Jason actually writes the scenes. Not dialogue, but what we do. The dialogue is up to us at the time. There is very little of it anyway."
"I can imagine." Jody laughed. "You lie there screaming, crying out for him to fuck you stupid? And, oh yes, he moans telling you that he loves you and stuff like that."
Jody reacted exactly as I expected her to. She ridiculed our method, finding that weirdness within it all so entertaining as a kind of joke. I did not counter her thoughts on the subject. She simply asked and I told her the facts.
"You should try it." I told her. She grinned and sat back drinking her coffee. I could see that she was thinking about it. "You watch porn don't you?"
"Yes. But..."
"No buts, Jody. You actually get some pleasure from watching it. Then all Jason and I do is find the pleasure behind the making of it. It is a very powerful erotic experience."
"I can understand that."
"Then why not try it?"
"OK, so how?" she asked.
"Join us one evening. Be there and watch. Perhaps hold the camera."
"You mean that? You are inviting me?"
"Of course."
I never thought for one moment that Jody would take up the offer. But she did. It took a few days for her to think it over and gradually she saw the opportunity to actually become part of something she really wanted to share, deep inside. Jason agreed, as I knew he would do. This would give him extra pleasure, because I knew exactly how he thought. And being Jody and no other stranger, it had a certain appeal to me personally. Jason, knew how Jody and I felt about each other. And it was his desire deep inside to set up a threesome.
We set things up for that first time in a way that it would help Jody relax. We invited her for dinner as usual, only this time instead of just idle chat about this and that, we settled down in the lounge, to play our special video.