My name is Grace. I'm an 18-year-old high school graduate and I will be heading off to my freshman year of college in a few weeks. I'm a petite girl, standing only 5'5" and barely weigh 100 pounds. Most people tell me I'm a very pretty girl. I guess they're right, my boyfriend, Jorge, enjoys my looks. One thing that has always bothered me is when people ask me where I'm from. I enjoy the look on their face when I say, Illinois, when I know they're expecting to hear me say Korea. While I am of Korean heritage, I was born in the USA and so was my dad, whose parents immigrated here two years before he was born. My mother's family moved here from Korea when she was three.
I play violin and that's what got me into college on a music scholarship. I played throughout school, but have also played with other musical ensembles, including church, and currently I'm performing with an orchestra from the local community college for extra credit before beginning college.
My family is very conservative when it comes to family values. My dad is a deacon at church and they have always kept me close, maybe too close at times. My boyfriend also attends my church. Both of us are still virgins, not that I want to be, but I'm too afraid to go all the way yet. Not that I won't do anything. Jorge and I make out and pet, and I have played with his dick and let him play with my tits and rub my pussy, but the riskiest we've gone is to masturbate in front of each other. I enjoy masturbating but have only used my fingers until recently discovering the benefits of my shower massager. I have never tried to use a vibrator or anything else.
We don't get to be alone often, but when we do, I love watching my 18-year-old boyfriend play with his dick in front of me. Watching him shoot his sperm is a real turn on. And he enjoys watching me rub myself to orgasm. We're supposed to wait until marriage to have sex, but I'm thinking that I don't want to wait that long. Jorge is just waiting for me to say the word and he'll be happy to have sex.
This afternoon I'm playing in my last performance with the community college orchestra. Unfortunately, Jorge cannot attend, and neither can my family since it's being held in the afternoon during a work day, but since it's being recorded and is going to be shown on cable access and online, everyone will get to see it. I'm not nervous, hell, I've been doing this since junior high. I look at myself in the mirror. I pulled my long black hair into a ponytail to make sure it doesn't get in the way while I play. I'm wearing white slacks and a black, tank top camisole.
Looking in the mirror i immediately regret not wearing a bra. On hot days like this, and with my small boobs, I often go braless. But I didn't realize how my perky nipples would poke through this thin material. But with the thin shoulder straps I didn't want my bra straps visible. Thankfully, the material is black so I'm guessing that at a distance my nipples won't be that noticeable. But anyone standing close to me will be able to see them poking through.
I hurry onto the stage and take my place in the first chair as usual. I see Ted going back and forth checking the two cameras. He's a nice guy and volunteers his time to work with the video team at the school. He's an attractive, older, 41-year-old man who knows my dad. There aren't a lot of people in the audience, mostly family members of the band, and a handful of college students.
We go on and things are uneventful. About three quarters of the way through I have a vigorous violin performance that I have been looking forward to that will last close to two minutes. I begin and I'm really getting into it. I feel my right shoulder strap slide to the side and drop down my arm. No biggie, I just ignore the feeling of the string rubbing against my lower bicep as I play. As long as it doesn't interfere with me moving my right arm back and forth as I use my bow I'm okay. My part finished and I lower my bow. I have time before I play anything again. Then I feel something unusual. I glance down and nearly scream as I notice that my camisole has slipped down and my entire right breast is fully exposed. I raise my arm up, pulling the string back over my shoulder so that my top comes up to cover my breast. I am certain that I am crimson colored from blushing. I wonder how many people have just seen my tit. Then I remember the cameras. Oh shit, this is so embarrassing.
I hear my queue to begin playing again and force myself to continue. I press on, trying to ignore my humiliation. The show finally ends and I bow to the audience with everyone else and hurry off the stage.
I wait until everyone leaves then I go looking for Ted. I find him in the audio-visual room working on the video of today's performance. "Mr. Roberts," I begin.
"Now Grace, you know to call me Ted." He replies.
"I have to ask you about the video." I say.
He smiles at me, "Do you mean this part?" He hits a button on his laptop and brings up a new screen. I watch in horror as I see a close up of me with my top slipping down and my breast coming into view and slightly jiggling as I play for a minute or so. "Oh my god."
"Yeah, I was able to zoom in and crop this to get a great shot, of course the regular clip shows everyone in the picture, but you can still see your tit on that camera." Ted tells me.
I swallow hard. "Is there any way to get rid of that?" I ask.
Ted nods his head, "Well, the camera on the other side doesn't show your tit, but it doesn't give the best view of your performance."
"Please, can you edit to only show that view. I can't bear the thought of anyone seeing me like that. Especially if anyone at my college ever sees it."
"Yeah, that's a pretty strict religious school," Ted replied, "even an accidentally wardrobe malfunction might be looked down on. Plus, you never know how many people are going to see that online. Hell, nip slip videos are very popular. You may never live that down. But it does look good." He hit the button to play it again, making me blush even more.
"Please edit it out." I plead.
"What's in it for me?" Ted asks.
I'm confused, isn't he supposed to be helping me. "What do you mean?"
"We'll, I've got this great clip of you with your tit out, and you don't want anyone to see it. If I edit that scene completely out and use the other angle only, and delete the nip slip, what will you do for me?"
"What do you want?" I ask.
"We could fuck." He tells me.
I'm aghast at his comment. This man is more than twice my age, and he knows my father. Hell, he is my father's age. And he is suggesting that. "I can't do that."
"Why not? you're a consenting adult."
"I'm a virgin." I tell him.
"Bullshit, I don't believe you."
"Well it's true," I tell him. "I even have my hymen intact." I don't know why I shared that. I blush even more as this conversation continues.
"I'd like to see that." He grins, "Well, I guess I can settle for a blowjob."
"I don't do that either." I tell him.
"Then you'll just have to accept going online."