Notes
This story takes place in my fictitious town of Malvado Playa California. It's the next day after the events in Camera Buff. If you haven't already read my story Camera Buff, please read that first! You'll enjoy it!
All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen... but just barely!
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"No, really, Dude. What's the deal with Rona Barrett?"
Jason Indrani had been pestering me at every break since lunch. I was trying to open the combination on my locker, but he kept making me lose my rhythm.
"Stop bugging me... crap!" If I didn't hit the numbers on the spinning dial exactly right, it wouldn't work and I'd have to start over again. It was a temperamental tumbler.
He stared at me with an exasperated expression on his skinny, dark face. "Why the frig would Rona friggin' Barrett kiss you on the friggin' cheek?"
"I'm just helping her. She wants me to take pictures of her teddy bear collection. It's nothing. She's just buttering me up so I do it for free. Like I got nothing better to do."
"In that case, you shouldn't settle for a lousy kiss on the cheek. If it was me, my price would be one minute of free access... squeezing her luscious tats."
Oh, If Jason only knew. But there was no way on earth I was going to tell him that I'd not only squeezed Rona Barrett's luscious tats the previous night, I'd shot my cum all over them, at least twice, while I videotaped and photographed the whole thing. Man... it would blow his mind to see those photos. Heck, it blew my mind every time I thought about it. But he'd never see them. They weren't in my possession anyway. Rona had confiscated the flash cards when we were finished. I was hoping that tonight, when Rona and I got together, that I'd get a chance to see them. I didn't dare hope for more.
When I finally opened my locker, a bright pink slip of paper fell out and landed at my feet.
Jason snatched it up.
He looked at it and said, "Whoa!!" before handing it to me.
It read, "Bring your camera. Rona." I felt a flush of warm emotion surge through my heart.
But I had to hide my feelings from Jason. "What are you so excited about? She just wants me to bring my camera. I'm taking pictures of her stuffed animals, duh."
"Heh, heh. I'd love to take pictures of her 'stuffed animals' too! But seriously dude, are you blind? Look. She spelled the 'O' in 'Rona' with a heart! She's your friggin' girlfriend, Louis, and you don't even know it!"
Actually, that's what I wanted to believe, but when you're a nerd you learn to keep your expectations low. What did a heart shaped 'O' prove? For all I knew, that's just how she wrote her name.
"Take a cold shower, Jason. I'm late for class."
As I made my way to Trigonometry, I thought about the fact that Rona wanted me to bring my camera. I'd already planned to... hell, I never went anywhere without it... but the fact that Rona went out of her way to tell me to bring it made my dick stir. Maybe she wanted to pose for me again. I sure hoped so! In fact, if I had to choose between fucking her again, or taking some nude pictures, I woulda picked the pictures in a heartbeat.
I suffered through Trigonometry, barely able to concentrate, wondering what, if anything, Rona had in store for me. My mind was still racing with vivid images of our wonderful night together... my cock sliding between her lips... the feel of her silky soft pussy on my tongue... that little black mole on her left breast... the sight of my virgin cock slipping into her beautiful vagina... particularly the second time when I wasn't wearing the condom anymore... I could still feel my flesh buried deep inside Rona Barrett's body... fuck. Just thinking about her made my heart ache and my stomach turn.
Our night of crazy sex hadn't changed the basic fact that I was a nerd and she was Rona friggin' Barrett. I just knew that she wouldn't fuck me again, much less fall in love with me. She was way out of my league.
I'm just kidding myself thinking there's even a possibility. Maybe she was just manipulating me after all... hoping I'll do her homework... Damn... If so, she has me pegged. I'll do anything for her... anything... as long as there's even a remote possibility of seeing her naked again. She can dangle that promise in front of my nose for the rest of the year... I'll be her abject slave. Oh... Rona... Rona...Play with my heart, Rona... I'm yours... and maybe... maybe... just maybe... the little heart shaped 'O' means what Jason thinks it does!
When the bell rang I ran like hell to the photo studio to collect my camera bag from the lock-up. Mr. Hanners was there, and since I was his favorite student, he started chatting with me about upcoming assignments for the yearbook. After a while, I interrupted him, asking if I could borrow the portable flash kit. He said 'sure', so I fished the big bag out of the closet, as he started talking about arranging a photo session for the Colorguard. A few days ago I would have been salivating at the opportunity to photograph those sexy girls, Laurie Bonner in particular, but today I was breathless with impatience.
He was in mid-sentence when I just said, "Sorry, Mr. Hanners, gotta go!" I'd never ran out on him like that before, but I had a date with Rona Barrett, Student Council President, and sexiest girl at Malvado Playa High School!
I was out of breath by the time I reached the parking lot. Most the students had already taken off, and I was afraid she might have given up on me. I was relieved to see her leaning against the side of her car. She was glowing in the eternal California sunshine. But she wasn't alone. Wylan Jansen, who played all the romantic leads in the school musicals, was standing right in front of her, one hand casually gripping her roof, the other hooked in his belt buckle. He was leaning in awfully close... his chest almost touching her breasts. She had her hands behind her back and was looking up at him sweetly as she laughed at whatever crap he was yammering about.
Her body language made my heart sink. They were definitely flirting with each other. And why shouldn't they? They were perfect specimens of the human species. Naturally, they were drawn to each other. What chance did a scrawny creep like me have against the likes of Wylan Jansen?
It could only mean that I wasn't her boyfriend after all. I stopped in my tracks and watched them a while, certain that in a second or two she was going to kiss him, invite him into her car and drive off without me.
But then she saw me standing there. "Louis! There you are!"
She waved at me with a big smile on her face. She scrunched right out from under Wylan's arm and started walking toward me with a happy little bounce in her step. He looked pissed when he saw that she'd dumped him for me. I felt a surge of hope.
"I thought you forgot about our appointment."
"No. I just had to pick up my stuff."
I thought she was going to hug me, but instead she snatched the big flash kit from my shoulder. As I followed her to the car like an eager puppy, she opened the zipper and looked inside. "Wow, what's this stuff?"
"The portable flash kit. Just in case you want to... you know... pose for a few more pictures."
She grinned back at me, "You certainly are an optimistic little devil."
I blushed.
Wylan was still standing by her car, but she just brushed him aside, imitating the sound of a car alarm, "Step back from the car. Wooe eeee, wooo eeee, wooo eeee. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"
She tossed the flash kit in the trunk and pointed me to the passenger door, "Well, get in. We're burning daylight."
Wylan looked at us with confusion as we got in the front seat. She rolled down her window and waved him over. "Need a ride, Wylan?"
He had a tight expression on his face. "No thanks."
"Bye, then," she sing-songed. She looked at Wylan in the rearview as we drove away, chuckling. "Poor Wylan. His car wouldn't start, and he lives way over near the outlet stores. I'm pretty sure he wanted me to give him a ride home." She giggled, "But he's too proud to ride in the backseat."
"Behind the camera nerd."
She reached out and squeezed my thigh, "Behind
my
camera nerd."
A shot of erotic energy shot right out of her hand, through my thigh, straight into my cock.
Fuck! She's really into me!
It was so mind-blowing; I just couldn't get over it. I just sat there and stared at her beautiful face and body, as she squeezed my thigh playfully. The fact that I already knew what she looked like naked didn't in any way diminish the impact of her amazing figure. She was wearing a tight yellow T-shirt that made her breasts look devilishly perfect. Her curly auburn hair was sparkling in the sunlight, revealing deep red and orange accents. Her blue eyes scanned the road ahead of her. She was silent, but her hand was talking to me on my thigh.
She turned off Center Street and headed out along the causeway, toward Malvado Estates. She drove in silence for a while, her hand slowly moving up my thigh to my crotch. By the time she reached my cock, it had erected a tight tent out of my jeans. She kept her eye on the road, but grinned as she rubbed my erection with her palm.
Oh fuck! We're gonna fuck again! Yeah!
I cleared my throat, trying to sound nonchalant. "How were the pictures?" My voice cracked a bit on the last word.
She grinned. "I haven't looked at them yet. I wanted to look at them with you. By the way, when do you have to go home?"
"Dang. I forgot to call my mom."
"Then you better do it, genius."