This work depicts acts of questionable morality. It is a fantasy and should be treated as such.
I write these mostly for the comments. If you are enjoying Kate's story, I would love to hear your comments as I think about future installments of this story.
For those of you who haven't read of my previous exploits, my name is Kate and I am a voyeur who can only orgasm while watching unknowing people engaged in private activities. While I had the pleasure recently of tasting my beautiful resident advisor's pussy, I still consider myself a virgin as I've never experienced climax with another woman. My sexual development as a voyeur began when I realized I could observe my neighbor, Ana Flores, from my treehouse. I watched her have sex with my old teacher, Lisa Xu. Since then I've conducted various other clandestine activities that violate the privacy rights of some beautiful women who love other women, and sunk deeper into my obsession. My talent for engineering and technology has aided me in these exploits and furthered my depravity.
After performing for Ms. Flores, modeling as a masturbating virgin, I was very much ready to properly lose my virginity. I wanted another woman's fingers inside me, her tongue probing my cunt, bringing me to glorious orgasm. Unfortunately for me, my sophomore year of college would not prove fruitful in this manner. While I could be quite sociopathically fast talking when I was engaging in acts of devious voyeurism, I found that I lacked any talent for flirtation. Especially with women. Boys would harangue me, despite the fact that I never went to parties, and spent most of my time hanging out with my nerdy friend Henry. But I had no interest in men. I was quite certain of this by now.
So I focused on my schoolwork, at which I excelled. Henry also taught me all he knew about drone technology, and the two of us built a custom drone and entered in a competition, where we placed second. I topped my physics classes and got a glowing recommendation from my professor for a prestigious internship with a custom camera engineering firm. It was something I was really excited about, and not just because of my perverted fascination with hidden cameras. Over the years, I had grown to be quite invested in camera technology and lenses, and was eager to learn more.
Despite my academic successes, sexually, I remained quite frustrated. My only respite was my voyeurism, which had grown extensive. I had managed to install cameras in the dormitory showers, and I developed an intimate knowledge of every girl on my floor. I knew how they groomed their pubic hair, which ones peed in the shower, who had the prettiest nipples, the most impressive ass and breasts, and most importantly, how they liked to masturbate. Just about every girl on my floor got caught masturbating on my cameras at least once, if not always to orgasm. Some particularly naughty girls even snuck a finger up their assholes. That was something I still lacked the courage to try on myself, though I masturbated daily, sometimes twice a day.
I also still had the camera I had installed in the private faculty changing room at the gym. This room was registered to a Professor Freeman, a muscular, lithe black woman who had a fondness for curvaceous young Latin women. My former RA, Riya and I had installed it so Riya could blackmail the professor, but even after the blackmail plot had been successfully pulled off, Professor Freeman had not removed the camera. She surely knew it was there, knew where it had to be, as she'd seen the video, and yet she didn't seem to care.
All the better for me, for Professor Freeman had a new lover. A Latina girl, who I found out was a freshman, eighteen years old, and a virgin before Professor Freeman got her hands on her. I watched as Professor Freeman took the buxom and wide-hipped girl's virgnity on the changing table, her fingers railing the girl mercilessly from behind as she achieved her first orgasm with a lover. My fingers were deep inside my own pussy, driving me to orgasm simultaneously. Neither Professor nor student used their names inside the changing room. The Professor was Professor, and the student was Pet.
While Pet had initially been shy and blushing, watching with wide, naive eyes, as the Professor's tongue and fingers turned her into a sodden, writhing mess of pure lustful expression, she soon transformed. I had the pleasure to watch her sexual maturation over the year, twice a week for nine months. She grew from a shy, clueless girl, to a skilled and eager lover. By the end of the year, she could bring the Professor to orgasm within minutes through the effective, delicate ministrations of her tongue and fingers. She allowed the Professor to conduct intense research on her body, each of her cavities thoroughly explored, her erogenous zones mapped and pleasured in egregious detail. She surrendered her ass to the Professor a month before the school year endered, and allowed me to enjoy the show, strumming my clit as Professor Freeman mounted and drilled her willing young pupil.
In the haze of my orgasm, I lay on my bed feeling jealous. Not only for my inability to acquire a lover, but for my neglected sexual education. I needed a mentor like Professor Freeman to teach me how to be a skilled and inventive lover. Perhaps that was why I had no success finding a girlfriend amongst the other undergraduates. I needed to find someone older, experienced, sexually gifted, to be my first lover. But at the same time, I wasn't ready for the kind of intense sexual exploration Professor Freeman liked. I needed someone... more gentle and easygoing as my first mentor.
Summer arrived, and I remained a virgin. My internship was to be in a small town in the Rockies, about three hours from any major cities. My dad gave me his old truck as a reward for getting my first internship, which I was grateful for, as I definitely needed something like that in the mountain town. I didn't know why such a high end camera company was located in such a remote location, but I was excited anyway.
Just before we headed out for summer vacation, I hung out with Henry and some of my engineering friends. Luke, one of the more social and daring engineers, had managed to snag some whiskey. Sitting on the balcony of the boy's dorm, I took my first sip of hard liquor, gagging as the heat burned down my throat.
"So gross. Don't tell me you guys like this stuff," I said, wiping my mouth.
"Gets the job done," Luke said, grinning. He was handsome in kind of a nerdy way, I guess. Thin wispy black hair over his tanned skin. He was mixed race, but I didn't know what races. "Henry tells me you're into girls."
My cheeks flushed as I shot Henry a look. He grimaced apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't mean to blurt it. I didn't know it was a secret or anything."
"It's not. Like... not really. I just don't talk about it." There was nothing to talk about. I didn't have a girlfriend. I wasn't having sex. I was just spying on other woman and masturbating to them. That barely made me a lesbian; it just made me a pervert. "I'm not really dating or anything right now."
Luke shrugged. "Well, I think it's cool, Kate. I mean, you're one of us, you know."
I snorted. "I'm not a boy, Luke."
"No, like, I meant, an engineering dweeb. You're one of us. So if you like pussy, well, cheers." He took a long pull from the whiskey bottle and coughed as he put it down. "You guys wanna go to the party at Anna's house? Might be kinda lame, but if we brought the whiskey vibes would go up."
Anna was one of the prettiest girls in our year. She had lovely pink nipples, and liked to masturbate with her thumb brushing her swollen clitoris. My cheeks turned scarlet as I thought about how often I'd spied on her in the shower. Luke noticed.
"Oh shit, you like Anna. Come on. I don't know if she swings that way, but you should at least give it a shot," Luke said, laughing.
