"Charlie? Is that you?" Mrs. Tucker used her remote to turn down the volume of the television, listening for sounds from the kitchen. She thought she'd heard the door creak.
At first, no one answered. Then Charlie's voice called out, "Yeah, it's me. I'm home." He appeared a moment later, stepping into the living room. He had his bag in his arms, the bag he'd taken with him to his interview.
"Hey, Charlie! Did you just get back? I expected you earlier. Did you eat?"
"Yeah, mom," Charlie said. "Sorry, I spent some time wandering around the area around the university. I got something to eat there."
"It's fine. I didn't know if you'd be home, so I didn't make anything." Mrs. Tucker smiled. "So...? How'd it go?"
"I think it went pretty well. We'll see." Charlie tried to shrug it off, but Mrs. Tucker could see the ghost of a grin threatening to break out on his face, and she suspected it had gone very well. Charlie added, "One of the professors who interviewed me told me 'See you later' when I left. That's a good sign, right?"
"Sounds like a good sign to me. Did they like your videos?"
"I think so..." Charlie said vaguely. He shot a quick glance over his shoulder towards the kitchen. "Um... I'm going to head up to my room, okay? I have some stuff I want to work on... some projects on the computer..."
"Okay. Being in that film department probably got your creative mind working, huh?"
"Yeah. Right, totally."
"You sure you don't want any dinner? I can cook up something quick."
"No... thanks, mom. I'm good."
"Okay. Glad it went well, Charlie."
***
Charlie returned to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He grabbed two cans of Sprite and set them on the counter. A minute passed while he stood there, listening to the sounds of the television from the living room. Finally, he heard the volume go back up. He crept into the hallway and went up the stairs.
When he opened the door to his room, Michelle was reclined naked on his bed. Charlie gaped at her, then quickly looked over his shoulder, making sure no one was behind him in the hallway. He pushed the door closed behind him and made sure it was locked. "Michelle!" he scolded her in a low voice. "What if my mom walked in on you?"
"Does she usually walk in if the door is closed?" Michelle asked.
"Not usually." Charlie sat the Sprites down on his desk, noting Michelle's clothes lying in a pile by his chair. "But she might have. Or what if I'd invited her up to meet my friend Michelle? What if she'd been right behind me just now?"
Michelle sat up. "Then I would have said, Hello Mrs Tucker, so nice to meet you!"
"Ha ha." Charlie gazed down at her, letting his eyes wander over her nude body. She was partially reclined on his two pillows, her firm breasts curving out of the slope of her front, her nipples hard and pointed. She had her legs bent, and her hands tucked underneath them, pressing against the back of her thighs. Her legs were parted slightly, and he could see the line of her pussy, pink and glistening. He felt his penis swelling, knowing that he would soon make love to her, knowing that she had come to his house for that exact reason.
She wasn't completely naked. Around her neck, she wore a black ribbon, and pinned to the ribbon was the butterfly pin he'd bought her in Linterna. Charlie reached out and touched the ribbon. "Where'd you get this?"
Michelle pointed to a shelf. "Over there. It had a medal on it."
Charlie saw the medal sitting by itself. "Oh, yeah. I won that medal in summer camp when I was ten. I made the kite that flew the highest."
"Cute!" Michelle giggled. "You must have been so proud."
"Oh, I was. You can keep it, though. It looks good on you." Charlie slowly slid his finger down from the ribbon, over her collarbone and onto her right breast. Michelle gazed at him, not saying a word as he perched his finger on her nipple. He squeezed the tip, gently pinching, gently pulling, feeling it becoming even more stiff in his fingers.
His erection pressed against the tight confines of his pants. He found it incredibly arousing, the way that she sat silently, allowing him to stroke her nipple while looking at him as if she expected him to continue their conversation. It was as if she was letting him know that her body was his to touch as he wished.
Charlie put his hands on her knees, pulling her legs apart. She offered no resistance, allowing him to spread her wide, and when he took his hands away from her knees, she remained in that position, with her legs to the sides and her pussy clearly exposed to him. She still looked at him with a calm facade, acting as if it was perfectly normal for him to pose her in such a lewd position, although he could tell that she was very turned on.
He almost reached between her legs to push his finger inside her. But then he remembered that he had a small video camera under some papers on his desk. He reached over, dug under the papers until he found it. Holding it up to his face, he pointed the camera at her and pressed record. The red light came to life on the front of the camera.
Michelle's calm facade faltered for a moment when she realized what he was doing. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. Her knees dipped inward slightly, as if she struggled with an automatic reflex to close her legs, but then she returned them to their prior position, leaving her legs spread while Charlie panned over her body.
"This is Michelle," he said, zooming out so he could show all of her in the frame. "She's naked on my bed right now. Very beautiful, isn't she?"
"Are you recording?" she asked, even though he knew she could see the red light.
"I am. Is there anything you'd like to say to the people who are going to watch this?" Charlie pointed the camera at her face.
"Umm..." She blinked into the dark eye of the lens. "Hi...?"
"Let's take a quick look at Michelle's lovely body." Charlie began to move the camera downward, holding it close to her so she knew exactly what part of her body he was filming. He stopped over her left breast. "This is Michelle's left breast. It's the second most perfect breast in the world. What's the most perfect breast? That honor is held..." He moved the camera sideways. "... by Michelle's right breast." He focused on the right breast, bringing her nipple into sharp detail. She giggled.
Charlie brought his hand into the frame, lightly touching the tip of her nipple, then pinching it. He heard her quick intake of breath. He filmed his hand palming her breast, slowly squeezing it.
"Let's keep going down." Charlie moved the camera lower, stopping on her belly button. "This is Michelle's belly button. An innie, but not a very deepie. I think it could only hold a drop or two of Sprite. But it would be a fun cup to sip from. Let's keep going."
Now the camera passed over her strip of pubic hair. "Let's follow this perfect line of hair, and see where it leads." He slowly brought the camera lower until it hovered over her pussy. He was amazed at the sight of her swollen vulva showing on the view screen. He couldn't believe that he was filming this, that she was letting him do it. His voice was a low whisper as he said, "This is Michelle's pussy." He could see that this was turning her on immensely. "Michelle, will you please show the camera how wet you are?"
Obediently, she reached down between her legs with her right hand, pushing apart her labia to expose the glistening inner pathway for the camera. She slid her finger inside, then extracted it, showing the camera that it was now shiny and wet. After a moment, she put her finger in again, sliding it in and out, fingering herself while the camera recorded it all.
Charlie couldn't remain a disconnected observer any longer. He put the camera down beside the bed and reached between Michelle's legs. Michelle leaned back on the pillows, happy to pass the role of intruding finger on to him. She splayed her legs open, making contented murmurs as he stroked her.
Charlie held his face close to her, inhaling her scent. He leaned forward, letting his tongue touch her, then kissed her wet vulva. She breathed out a sigh as he licked her up and down. He lost himself in exploring her edges and crevices, his tongue drifting here and there, finding and tickling the sensitive parts of her. She squirmed and wriggled underneath him.
The more he tasted her, the wetter she became, and he finally decided he had to be inside her. He climbed to his feet and started to undo his pants. Michelle quickly sat up. She pushed his hands away from the front of his pants and began to undo the clasp and zipper herself. As soon as his pants and boxers came down far enough that his erection sprang free, Michelle leaned forward and took it in her mouth.
Charlie watched Michelle's head bob up and down on his penis. He could feel her lips on his shaft, her tongue darting around the head. She pulled it free of her mouth and held it in her hand while she kissed the underside of it. He could see her upturned face, his penis between her lips, her eyes closed. She kissed her way to the base of his shaft, then returned to the tip and took it in her mouth again.
It didn't take long before he had to stop her. He took a step backwards. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Was that okay?"
"What you were doing felt awesome. I just didn't want to... uh... surprise you."
