Revision of 2012 February 10
Published by Alyx Crowley at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Alyx Crowley
Adult Content: This story contains explicit sexual content that is not suitable for those under 18 years of age, and may be considered offensive by some readers of all ages.
License Notes: Thank you for downloading this free ebook; I hope you enjoy it. Although the book is free, it remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced, copied, or distributed for commercial or non-commercial purposes..
Credit where due: Sincere thanks to LaRascasse for editing, and to Tami Flynn for reading, and re-reading.
This is a work of Fiction.
She rolled onto her side, pressing her back against him. His arm was in the way, but she could still feel the warmth of his body. She squirmed back into him a little and turned the page of the paperback. She looked at the words, trying to remember where to start reading again. Her eyes drifted closed. She needed to take off her reading glasses but she was so... drifty...
Click.
Click.
Click click.
The muscles of his forearm twitched against her back.
Twitch-click.
Her eyes opened.
Twitch.
She looked over her shoulder.
Click.
She sighed and opened the book back up. Upper left corner of the left hand page... Oops. It still didn't make sense. She turned back a page and re-read. She must have been nearly out when she read this...
Twitch-click.
...part.
She rolled onto her back and read a few pages. The problem was, the...
Twitch-click.
...made it hard to concentrate.
She looked at him. He had that stupid half-smile on his face. It was an endearing expression, but...
"What are you doing?"
He was engrossed, and didn't notice she had stopped reading until she spoke again. "You have an erection," she said.
"Huh?" he said, looking at her and blinking.
She looked over her half-moon reading glasses at him. "An erection. Stiffy. Hard on. Swollen..." She closed her book on her finger and reached her hand down to where the light blanket covered him to the waist, "Member," she concluded. "Why?"
"Um... your mere presence?"
"Really. I've been here all evening. Nothing else?"
He looked at the screen in front of him, then back at her. "Looking at stimulating photographs?" he said, the muscles in his face contorting a little, trying to suppress that irritating, mischievous little grin.
"You mean like dirty pictures." She put both hands on her book and went back to reading. She finished the page and turned it.
"Depends on what you consider dirty," he finally answered. "Some of them are quite provocative."
She didn't even look at him. "So any picture of a naked, skinny girl is provocative?"
There was no answer for a while; her attention went back into the book. She turned another page.
"No. Some are just boring. To me at least. Some are... not. Not boring."
"What? Oh. Your pictures." She glanced at him. "Why not videos?"
Twitch-click.
"Well, I guess the still photos just capture the moment better. It would be over as soon as you saw it on a video."
"Whatever. Just don't think you're getting any from me while you're drooling over a bunch of other girls."
"You were asleep anyhow."
She read. He clicked, and twitched.
"Besides, movement catches your attention. With the videos, I mean. You're like a cat that way."
"What, you're afraid I'll pounce on you?" She looked at him for a moment, then reached down, making a claw of her hand. Yes, he was still erect. Very erect, in fact. She rubbed him absently through the blanket. "Those pictures all look the same to me. How do you decide which ones are going to produce this kind of response?" She squeezed him slightly, holding for a moment and feeling his pulse.
"I don't decide. Its not a conscious process."
"I think you're deciding with your co-processor." She gave him another slight squeeze through the blanket.
"OK, I decide with the little head then. Some just do it for me."
"Not so little now," she said, a smile touching her lips. "What makes a picture 'do it for you'?"
He looked at the screen. "Some kind of detail stands out on some of them, some... I don't know, some are just hot. Does that bother you?"
She ignored the question. Let him think that it did in fact bother her. "They're identical. Interchangeable. Same picture, different face, over and over. No art to them. And the hardcore ones are worse. They always seem to end with the guy jerking off on the girl's face or maybe popping on her tits. Its just stupid." She paused. "Come on my face doesn't 'do it for me'" She took her hand away and turned back to her book.
He went back to looking at the screen, and clicked through three more pictures. "That doesn't actually turn me on that much either. I'd rather have them come in a condom than all over a girl's face."
She looked at him, without putting the book down. "Do they have those?"
"Uh... Yeah. Or creampies."
"Which is?"