I originally wrote this as a video-script back in around 2012, and it was one of the first I ever wrote down. I've shared it online as a video script, and it was criticized for being too much a script and not enough a story. It's among my favorites, so I'm re-releasing it in narrative form this time. I'd still love to watch this as a movie. If you agree, let me know which porn stars you'd like to see in the video.
None of this story is based on any personal experiences this time, and everyone is 20 or older.
Scene 2 (revisited): Payback on a Spying Roommate
It seemed like an unremarkable afternoon. I just returned to my apartment. The apartment's unremarkable, just a plain two-bedroom apartment with simple furnishings. There's a sofa that my mom contributed, a couple of lamps that I got from the Redbird Resale Shop, and an armchair and a table that my roommate's family contributed. Oh, and a couple of plants that Jen and I got at the Walmart a few months ago so the place wasn't so sterile.
Even the clothes I wore that day were unremarkable. I had a light brown skirt on, above my knees but not too far up. The blouse is a nice, pale yellow, but it's not sexy. I had no reason to think that everything in my life was about to change. So I came home from my job as an intern, I went into my bedroom to study, and I turned on my computer. While I waited for it to start up, I sat on my bed and took off my shoes (professional shoes with heels but not sexy) and my hose (very light tan, nothing provocative) to get comfortable. I looked back over at the computer screen. And I was staring at a blank screen.
"Damn!" Well, what am I going to do now. I go through the standard checks. Yes, everything's plugged in. The monitor's on. Everything should be working, except it isn't. Here's the benefit of having a roommate; I'll ask Jen if I can use hers long enough to pay my bills online. I leave the bedroom, walk across the living room to another room with a closed door. I knock on it gently. "Jen, can I come in and use your computer?" No answer. I knock again, but still nothing. I open the door and enter Jen's bedroom. It's similar to mind -- nothing fancy. Her laptop is on her desk, and I move the mouse to wake it up.
There's a list of folders, and I almost laugh to myself. The most prominent folder in the center of the screen says MOVIES. "I bet you don't even have any movies." I'm overcome by curiosity, and I open the folder, and I see a list of files: Wendy-1, Wendy-2, Wendy-3,... all the way through Wendy-260. It's so strange. "Jennifer, why do you have all these files with my name on it?" I double-click on Wendy-1. The movie starts, and it's just a fixed camera that shows my bedroom. From the angle, I can tell that the camera is somewhere near the ceiling, and it shows my bed from the front back to the table. It must be from about when we moved in because it's decorated like it was back then. Or, I should say, undecorated.
In the movie, I enter the room. It's weird to watch yourself when you're not expecting it. I must've just come from a run; I'm wearing my running shorts, tennis shoes, and a T-shirt. I pull off the shirt and the sports bra and then pull down the shorts and panties together. I climb on the bed in the video and start to masturbate. I immediately close the window. "Oh my God!" That's not what I was expecting.
I wonder... and I open up Wendy-60. I'm in the room wearing just some plain yellow panties. I'm facing away from the camera, but I can see my top reflected in the mirror, and I'm topless. I remember those crappy panties, and when I turn around, I can see the rip at the waistband and the hole in the front. I pull off the panties and put them in the trash. Then I lie face down on the bed and masturbate. Of course I never realized that's how I look when I masturbate, and I think it's be kind of interesting to watch if I didn't know it was me.
"Good God, are they all like this?" I scroll down and open Wendy-100. This time, I come out of the bathroom with a town around me and wet hair. I take off the towel and dry off. It's like I never looked at myself before, and I've certainly never done any kind of assessment. I'm not one of those girls who has false modesty and pretends oh, do you really think I'm attractive. But I never thought of myself as sexy until this moment. I toss the towel into the laundry basket and walk around the room and get clothes out of the dresser to put on. It's kind of like watching a model or someone on TV and thinking, I'd love to have breasts like hers. But I'm watching myself walk around the room, and, really, I already have them. I wouldn't trade the slender figure I'm watching and toned legs for any star's that I can think of. And how is it no one ever told me that my butt looked so good? Jen must think so, but she's never given me any sign. I crawl onto the bed and masturbate from behind. I think I remember that day and how much I love to finger myself from behind like that. I've never seen Jen covertly watching me while we're together. She's never made any move to see me undress or shower or anything. But why would she? She's got it all on video and can watch me perform nightly.
I close the movie and open the latest file, Wendy-260. Yes, this is current, because this looks like my room now. I come out of the closet wearing a miniskirt, and I look at myself in the mirror. This was just two days ago, and I know what's going to happen. I was thinking about a boy I liked and decided this skirt didn't look appealing enough. But now I think I made a mistake; I look damn sexy in that skirt. It's a cream skirt that shows off my legs and clings to my sides and to my butt. The color matches my wavy hair that comes over my shoulders. I wonder if Jen has watched this recording yet. I wonder if she's lying in her bed or sitting in the chair while she watches me. The screen version of me pulls down the skirt and then the panties. I was so horny that day, just like I am now. I realize that I'm rubbing the outside of my panties while I watch, and I make myself stop. On the screen, I sit on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. It's like I knew that I was posing, and the camera has a clear view of my pussy.
It feels so kinky watching myself like this, and I have an idea. I'm able to zoom in, and I fill the screen with my pussy. Now I can't see my face, and it's like I could be watching any online coed. Except I know it's me, and I know how it felt. I shaved myself that morning, and I love the feeling of my fingers rubbing the soft, smooth skin. And I'm captivated watching the fingers go in and out, just like Jen must be when she watches me. I imagine Jen sitting at this desk, naked, matching my rhythm. And since I've zoomed in and can't see my face, it's easy to pretend that this is Jen I'm watching while she's watching a video of me. It's the weirdest thing. I never watch myself masturbate in the mirror, and I'd never had any dreams about Jen. In fact, I can't think of any other woman I've ever thought of like this or been interested in or wanted to watch. But now, suddenly, the thing that seems most important to me in the world is to see whether or not Jen is smooth like I am and to watch her like she watches me. My body remembers how good this felt just two days ago. My fingers have reached inside my panties now, and I know that if I watch this video to the end, then I'm going to cum, standing here in Jen's room. That's not what I want. I want to do this with Jen, maybe even let her make me cum. I feel my body tighten as I imagine that, and I feel there's no interrupting the inevitable if I don't stop myself immediately. It takes all of my determination to close my eyes and force my hands off of my body. I hear myself whimper, and my hands are drawn back to my yearning pussy, but I'm resolute. I'm going to wait for Jen and do this with her. I shut down the movie player and force myself to slow my breathing until I have my composure.
I leave and close Jen's door and get a book from my bedroom. Then I sit on the couch in the living room to read it while I wait for Jen. But I can't concentrate. I've forgotten how to read. I've forgotten everything except Jen coming home and how I'm going to approach this. And I wish she were here already, except I'm not ready yet, and I'm feeling nervous about this whole thing. She's so modest and never wants to talk about boyfriends or sex. And if I just blurt out my new feelings, she might just lock up and ignore what we both want.
It's the longest time of my life while I'm waiting and making my plans. Maybe I should be naked out here masturbating when she gets home and let her see me and become overpowered by her own desire. But that's no good because sometimes she brings a friend with her after work or after the gym. Or, I could change into something sexier for her. But why? She's already seen and examined every inch of my body 260 times. Probably more times than that. She already knows what I look like and decided I'm sexy enough to spy on.
The whole idea that someone finds me so sexy and desirable that they've been secretly peeping on me and masturbating turns me on more than I've ever felt before. And the fact that it's Jen makes it even stronger to me. I mean, if it were a guy, well, what do I expect? They're going to be crazy about seeing any fairly attractive girl, right? But it's another girl who wants me and fantasizes about me, and that makes my horny feeling stronger. And it's also easy and more fun to imagine how it would feel having a girl (not a guy), with hands like my own, caressing and fingering my body. It's going to feel like my own fingers exploring over and inside my body, except it will be another sexy girl's fingers and not mine. My pussy's demanding my attention. I have to concentrate on breathing normally again.
