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The university had some really nice bars laced around, and I mean really nice places. There's a real rustic looking irish pub, a tavern that makes the best pizza on campus, I mean you could throw a rock and hit someplace really friendly and welcoming. And yet SOMEHOW, Sherri and I wound up in a dive bar called "Plucky's" that looked like a cardboard box lined with neon. I gave her that double take where I look at the bar, then back to her, then back to bar.

"Tasteful." I said. I think that any rational person would've immediately turned around, said good luck with your own problems and walked off. But thankfully, I was having a severe lapse in judgment brought on by a mixture of dwelling on bad memories and having nothing better to do. Sherri chuckled quietly to herself and gave me a dismissive wave of her hand.

"It's not as bad as it looks. Besides, everywhere else on this campus is kinda white-bread. Bunch of jocks and normals drinking domestic and acting like jackasses. If you really want to get good and fucked up, you go here." Sherri stepped onto the curb towards the door. I noticed it didn't have a doorknob, just one of those sliding eyeholes. The kind people normally demand passwords through. She gave the door three rapid knocks, and the eyepiece slid open. A pair of startlingly bright gold eyes peered through, followed by a voice that sounded like a melodic songbird with a rock in its throat. "What's the password?" it asked. I smiled to myself because I wasn't actually expecting anybody to say that. Then I had a 2 second panic attack because they actually said that. And normally places that need passwords have less than standard ethics. Then again, I got blackout drunk in front of an audience of over 200 plus people, so who am I to judge morality.

Sherri leaned against the door, looking the eyes head on. "I failed all my classes, I'm near broke and I need the hard shit to make me forget about it." She said. Suddenly the voice behind the door went high pitched and feminine, with serious concern. "Oh! You poor thing, get in here!" The eyepiece slammed shut, and it sounded like several locks were being undone. Finally the door swung open, and I took a step back expecting that maybe it would still be a huge gorilla of a bouncer who just happened to have a lovely voice. The buxom prairie dog with the pink shorts and tight, grey T-shirt caught me by serious surprise. At the time I tried really hard to keep it in my pants, although now my job requires I take it OUT of my pants. But that girl just stirred a sleeping beast in me. The sleeping beast being my penis, which for a good few minutes was attempting to break out of my jeans. I didn't make it obvious though, I just kept quiet and stuffed a hand in my pocket to keep it pulled aside. Did I mention I chose a really good day to wear my snug-fit jeans?

She came in for a hug around Sherri, carefully avoiding her quills. "I'm so sorry, I know you worked really hard on it. How could they fail you?" She asked. She had that valley girl quality to her voice, but without that annoying, entitled edge to it. Sherri returned the hug and said "It's a lot of shit I don't want to talk about right now. Just tell Johnny to get a platter of Erasers ready for me. I'm gonna need the whole tray." The prairie dog's head shot back. "You know that could legit kill you, right?" she said. Sherri let go of the hug and started walking past her. "Nah," she said. "I brought a friend with me tonight." She pointed her thumb back at me, then waved her finger side to side as she said "DD, Rosaline. Rosaline, DD. I just met him an hour ago and I have absolutely no idea if he's trustworthy. He could even try to mug me later." Then she wandered off to a table. Rosaline shot me a dirty look. I was just standing there on the sidewalk looking awkward for a second, and said "Hey, I'm way more afraid that SHE'S going to take advantage of ME if I pass out." And I wasn't kidding. I was actually starting to regret getting involved. But that made Rosaline pull a giggle-snort, and immediately cover her mouth. She looked embarrassed that she made that kind of noise. She waved me in.

"Allright, you seem okay. Sherri's not the kind of person who'd even bring a date around here, let alone a creep. Come on in." She said. I was hesitant, because this could be some venus-fly-trap effect where there's this beautiful girl welcoming me and then I'll walk in on a mafia card game and a guy in the corner missing his fingers. I took a step inside at the atmosphere hit me like a thick cloud of smoke in my face. The place was packed with decals and knickknacks nailed to the walls, with cheap plastic palm trees on the sides of the bar. I'm pretty sure there was at least four of those wall mounted singing fish along the bar. If the place had a theme, that theme would be 'tacky as hell.' But I'll admit, the place did look better on the inside than it did on the outside, and the people there didn't seem like they wanted to kill me and raffle off my organs. I jumped when I felt someone grab my ass. Though when I looked over my shoulder, I saw Rosaline walking past me. She winked one of those shiny gold eyes at me. "And don't go too far, kay?" She kept on walking towards the bar, and considering I had no idea how to react to that, I just watched her ass move side to side while she strode away. She gave me a quick glance, and I was too slow to look away. Though now it's obvious that's what she was aiming for.

I looked around the bar, scanning for Sherri. It was hard because of the multi-colored lighting, with spots of green, red, blue and purple all over the room. I eventually spotted her and waded through the people to get to her. I made it to the booth she was sitting in and sat on the other side. "About time." She said, already with a beer in hand. I didn't recognize the label, so I assumed it was an import of some kind. I had to squint to see her because of that god awful harsh lighting. "So." I said. Making up the words as I went along. "This place seems nice." Every few seconds, I got a little more adjusted and I didn't have to strain so hard to see. I still say it was really shitty lighting though.

Sherri took a drink and said "Yeah, it's decent. You want somewhere nice to take your parents when they come to visit? You go to one of those places on the main street. If you just walked in on your parents having sex in your dorm room? You come here." She emptied her bottle and raised her hand up like a signal. "Plus, I know the owner. Cuts me some slack." I suddenly caught the sight of a large skunk in an apron and rolled up sleeves headed our way. I felt my fight-or-flight kick in again, because he looked like the type who'd probably cut my hands off. "Speak of the devil." Sherri said. She stood up and gave him that manly handshake you see athletes or jocks use. "How's everything Johnny?" She asked, sitting back down at the booth. Johnny leaned in on the table and replied "Better than you 'parently. Every class? Like all of em at once? No offense, but how do you even manage that?" Sherri looked like she really sick of hearing that question, even after just two people. She waved it off and looked down at her empty bottle. "I already told Rosaline, I don't want to talk about it. Just get me that plate of Erasers, I got a drinking buddy to help me out this time. I won't pass out on the bar again."

Johnny gave me an approving nod and went back to Sherri. I guess I wasn't that important. Though I suppose I should be thankful he didn't grab my ass. He snapped his fingers and took a step on his heel. "You better not, you're hard as shit to move when you're face down and quills in every fuckin' direction." Sherri gave him a light punch to the gut, which looked nearly as solid as a barrel from where I was sitting. He laughed and turned away saying "Yeah, I'll get those out for you. You better get your friend there prepared." I felt a rising fear coming up my throat watching him walk away into the kitchen. Sherri saw my face and burst into a snorting laugh. Which I honestly didn't appreciate. "I'm probably going to regret this, but what exactly is an Eraser?" I asked. Sherri tried to calm herself down and took a slightly more friendly tone. She said "Eraser's are Johnny's specialty. He made it himself by total accident one night, just mixing all kinds of shit together to see what it would taste like. Once he felt like he'd nailed it, he had some of us try it. And when I say we got fucked up, we got fucked UP. According to him, we did all kinds of crazy stuff that night. Supposedly I made out with Rosaline and then threw up down her cleavage. I'm pretty sure there was someone else here trying it with us, but we must've drank enough to kill some brain cells because none of us could remember who it was. And we've never been able to recognize anybody, so it's like that whole memory is just gone."

Sherri was not making me feel comfortable about this. She made it sound like I'd be drinking magic diesel fuel. She kept telling me details until Johnny arrived with the tray, with several rows of shots and two beers in the center. Sherri looked surprised. "What's with the beers?" She asked. Johnny had a prideful smile on his face, and started talking as if he was addressing everyone in the bar. "That, Sherri, is my new homebrew. It's got a real crazy spice to it, like everything I could cram in there. Even a little ghost chili in there, just because I'm an asshole. I call it Spicy Fuck You Johnny Sauce." He said. I felt mortified. Do you even know what a ghost chili is? People who dare to try one end up with blisters on their tongue and shit fire. Johnny continued, getting the attention of everyone in the bar. "AND, I've decided to make a new bar challenge! You have to chug the Johnny sauce, and if you want to get the taste out of your mouth, you have to do Eraser shots. Complete the set, and you get a picture on the wall!" I noticed the empty board behind the bar with 'Wall of Fame!' written on it. I guess he was expecting a good chunk of people to try it.

Sherri looked more genuinely happy than I'd ever seen her. The energy coming off of her was like a kid in the late 90's getting an N64 for Christmas. She looked at me and said "Oh, this is gonna be fun." The entire bar was watching us now and this sudden impromptu competition. Johnny leaned over to Sherri and whispered "Thought this might cheer you up a little. But I mean it, that stuff is a gonna burn a hole through you." Sherri really did look thankful. As much as I didn't know these people, they did look like they were pretty close. I was lost in thought until I realized everyone's eyes were suddenly on me. I almost forgot that I was about to drink lava laced in chilies grown on the fucking sun. Again, I think that any reasonable sane person would've left and sparred themselves the agony. But something about being the center of attention, having an audience and giving a show. I felt compelled to go through with it. So I grabbed my bottle and a shot, getting myself mentally prepped. Sherri grabbed her own set and said "You have no idea what you just stepped into pal. I have yet to ever lose a drinking contest, and I've taken on Johnny himself on occasion."

I saw Rosaline watching me from the bar. She leaned over just enough to give me an eyeful of her chest. I felt a shiver of bravado go through me, so I just smiled, raised my bottle and said "Say that to me on St. Crispin's day." And I took a drink.

****

My head felt like concrete being hit with a jackhammer. The sun was pouring through the window and right in my face. I put the pillow over my face and rolled over onto my side, groaning. I caught the scent of strawberries on the pillow. Which wasn't unwelcome, but I wondered a little bit why my pillow smelled like strawberries. Then the gears started turning in my head, and I questioned why this didn't feel like my pillow. I cracked open an eye and glanced around the room. I then wondered why this didn't look like my apartment. I decided it was nothing to worry about and laid back down. It took a few minutes to really register and catalogue all those thoughts. When I did, I shot up. I realized this wasn't my apartment. Then I heard someone else breathing next to me. My heart was bashing itself against my ribcage as I saw the outline of a girl underneath the blanket. She was on her side, and all I could see was just a little bit of her ear. I started to panic, trying to piece together what I did last night. All I remembered was Johnny's challenge, and after that it was all a blank. Though I did remember Rosaline. She'd been flirting with me the whole time, ever since I showed up. I looked back to the girl. I started to relax a little, because putting two and two together, it had to be Rosaline. I couldn't really confirm it just by looking, but who else could it be? So I eased back down, figuring that if I wound up here it had to be by choice. At least I certainly hope I hadn't just forced my way in here.

I lied back down beside her. I actually felt pretty good about myself. It'd been a while since I'd gotten any, and Rosaline must've been a serious treat. I say must've because I couldn't remember jack nothing. I put an arm over her, cuddling up. It was nice to feel a warm body against me. I'd actually been feeling pretty lonely for a while. I felt her react, pressing her hips back against me and reaching up to hold my arm. I felt her tail gently caressing the inside of my thigh and down along my leg.

Then I remembered prairie dogs don't have tails. At least not that long. The panic came back twice as hard. I gently pulled the blanket down, and that ear got way bigger. It was more like a mouse's ear. Alarms were going off in my head and I didn't know what to do. I tried tugging my arm away, but she kept a firm hold on it. She held to her breast, placing my palm right against her nipple. I tried so hard not to squeeze in reflex. I didn't want to land myself in more trouble than I already was. After a minute of severe anxiety, I decided to do something. It may not have been smart, but it was all I could think of.

I rocked her gently, saying "Hey, wake up. C'mon, wake up." She stirred a little, groaning like I did when I started coming to. She finally let go of my arm so she could reach up to her head. Looked like she must have had a little too much to drink too. But that just made the whole thing worse, because who knew if she would remember me. I scooted away when she started to sit up, the blanket falling off her chest. Her breasts were certainly smaller than Rosaline's. They had a nice perk to them, and she had a small dyed shape of a pink heart right below her collarbone. Her fur was a light dusty brown otherwise. She pressed her palm to her forehead and muttered something under her breath. I was tensed throughout my entire body, ready to throw myself out the window if it was going to come to that.

"Uh. Hi?" I said. She started looking around the room like she didn't know where the voice came from. She even looked right through me for a second before continuing to search. Then her own gears clicked and she looked straight at me, her eyes wide and that same face of pure unrestrained panic. I felt like I was about to get the cops called on me or shot or worse. I took a deep breath and before she could say anything, I blurted "Please don't freak out, I have no idea how I got here or what I did last night, I don't know who you are or where I am and if we had sex I am SO so so so sorry if I pushed it on you or anything, I swear I don't remember anything, please don't press charges." I brought up the blanket like somehow it would protect me from whatever was about to happen. The girl stayed silent. Eventually I got curious and I peeked over the blanket. She was just sitting there, staring forward with her index finger in her mouth. I started putting the blanket down slowly. I was ready to throw the shield back up if she threw something.

"I did it." She said. "Oh m-my god, I a-actually did it." I was still confused, but at least she didn't seem mad. I asked her, "Excuse me? Should I be still be scared or are we cool? Because I've never woken up in someone else's bed before, I don't know what the etiquette is." She turned to me and started sizing me up, scanning me up and down. Then she went back to looking at the wall. It was actually starting to get frustrating, because I was having a taxi cab of emotions that didn't know where to stop. "Hey, if you do remember, can you tell me what happened?" I asked again. Then a familiar voice answered, and a hand holding a camera came up from the foot of the bed. "I THINK I CAN ANSWER THAT." Sherri shouted. It scared the shit out of the mouse girl and me, both of us clinging the sheet to our chests. Sherri pulled herself up night-of-the-living-dead style, wearing just a plain t-shirt and boyshorts. Her quills were sticking out in every which direction. When I got my composure back, I asked her "Do you remember?" She shook her head and pointed to her camera. "No, but I was recording all night. I can play it If I can find my laptop." Her eyes were still barely open, and she just kept groping at nothing. She hadn't quite gotten her motor skills back yet.

We all heard the doorknob jiggle and the door suddenly sway open. I was both relieved and confused to see Rosaline at the door, wearing a big T-shirt that barely came down to her mid-thighs. The thought that she might not have anything underneath got my morning wood kicking in. She was holding Sherri's shoulderbag by the strap. "I think what you're looking for is in here?" She said. She didn't nearly look as bad as the rest of us. My guess was that she hadn't drank at all last night, which meant she might know exactly what happened. "Yes! Thank you, just toss it over here, my legs don't work yet." Sherri said. Rosaline came into the room, walking with a stiff and inelegant stride. Much different than the smooth saunter she had the night before. She was still hot though. "Hey, Rosaline? You don't look hungover. Do you know what happened last night?" I asked her.

Rosaline gave me a wry smile. The kind that says 'I know something you don't know.' She set the shoulderbag on the bed and said "Oh. I think it'll be way more fun if you just watch it. Trust me." Sherri was already digging through her bag for her laptop, and the mouse girl watching intently, now with her thumb under her lip. I turned back to Rosaline, because. Well. I had to ask. "Okay well. Before you leave, I need to ask. Did I have a chance?" Of course, I meant did I have a chance with her. Because I can't help it, I would've done a lego firewalk to hit that. But she shook her head. "Sorry, that's mostly an act for tips whenever we get newbies. I still think you're plenty cute though. I'm sure Jesse had fun last night though." She said. She lost me at 'Jesse.' "Who?" I asked. Rosaline nodded her head towards the mouse girl beside me. "Jesse, my roommate. From what I was hearing last night? You made her forget all about Bruno." She said. I didn't like the sound of that last part. "Oh god, I didn't just end up being a cheat-ee here did I?" Rosaline closed her eyes and smiled to herself. "Just watch the video" she said. "It'll all come back to you." As she turned to walk away, Sherri had her laptop booted up. "Got it." She said. I wanted to watch Rosaline's hips move as she turned away, but a video telling me about the last 12 hours was a little more of a pressing issue. Sherri sat in the middle of the bed with Jesse and me to either side, watching her que up the video. "Allright everybody, settle in. It's movie time."

*****

The video started with the drinking contest. She'd stopped midway to take out the camera, deciding to document the competition, as well as the results. Since Erasers had a reputation for giving you lost time. We skipped through bits and pieces of the first few hours. Most of it was me getting progressively more drunk and misquoting Shakespeare while Sherri made fun of me. I think at one point I got up to do a speech that was a mashup of lines from Othello, King Lear, Hamlet and Spongebob. Sherri seemed to be holding up better than I was. She was still holding conversation whereas I was reenacting one-man battles on the table. I could hear Sherri snickering to herself, and even Jesse had a ghost of a smile on her face.

We fast forwarded to the later night when most everybody had left. It looked like Sherri and I were the only two left, save for Johnny and Rosaline. Rosaline, still entirely sober, decided to take us home with her given how out of it we were. Sherri paused the video and said "She actually does this for me anytime I've had too much. That way she can keep an eye on me and I can sleep it off." Then fast forwarded to when we got to the apartment.

Now here's where shit goes down, and watching the video started to jog my memory. Over time, I've been able to fill in the gaps and put the whole memory together. Rosaline and Sherri actually had to carry me in. They lead me to the couch and set me down, where I almost immediately fell asleep. Sherri kept recording though, whether she knew it or not. Sometimes the camera was pointed at the floor or at just nothing. "You got to admit, he's got you pretty pegged as far as that drinking contest went." Rosaline said. "Yeah, but I still win. He spilled the last shot, so I won by default." Sherri said, sounding very slurred. The camera panned over to the kitchen, where it looked like Jesse was in the middle of eating a tub of ice cream by herself.

Suddenly Jesse reached over to touch the keyboard, but Sherri swatted her away. "C-can we please f-fast forward p-past this? I really d-don't want to see myself." I noticed then that Jesse had a stutter to her voice. I thought it was just morning grogginess before, but it sounded pretty consistent. "Not to be presumptuous, but a girl eating ice-cream alone is kind of a universal sign." I said. "I'm guessing it was this Bruno guy?" I asked. Jesse nodded. She her expression had gone sad and she couldn't keep eye contact. "Y-yes. He b-broke up with me l-last night." Sherri obliged her request and started fast forwarding, stopping it when she'd set her camera down on the table. It was focused on me, sleeping on the couch. Rosaline and Sherri had left the room, and after a few seconds, Jesse came into view. She was talking to herself. "J-jerk. Just s-starts sleeping around w-with other girls and I'M the b-bad guy. H-how would he l-like it if I j-just hopped on s-some guy like n-none of it ever mattered." She was looking directly at me. There was a few seconds of her pacing in and out of the frame.

I asked Jesse "Why did this guy break up with you anyway?" Jesse's sad expression turned to anger, gripping the sheets in her knuckles. "F-fucking asshole was s-seeing other women wh-while we were together. F-for a whole month he was f-f-f-having sex with other girls when he s-said I w-was the only one. W-when I found out, he d-dumped me. He t-told me he c-couldn't s-stand me and the way I t-talk. B-bastard." She said, spitting every other word with venom. I couldn't judge her, the guy did sound like a complete cockbag.

Back in the video, she'd crouched down close to my face like she was listening to something. I think that I was talking while half-asleep. From the video it sounded like "I'm a terrible, self centered person. I'm shallow and I just want attention. I don't care about anyone else so long as I get the spotlight. Because I have such a low goddamn opinion of myself that I crave everybody else's acceptance and praise so I can bbfffhhhppht." I'd started to trail off, or at least the camera couldn't pick it up. It looked like she whispered something to me and I said something back.

"Do you remember what were saying there?" I asked. Jesse looked a bit flush, bringing her knees to her chest. She kept her eyes on the video and said "I asked if you w-were okay. And you t-told me..." She paused for a second, then looked over to me. "You said I had a pretty voice." She gave me a smile. And I noticed she didn't stutter.

Back in the video, it looked like things were beginning to get more heated. She gotten on top of me, and we'd started to make out. I was remembering as I watched it, her warm body against mine. I had my arms wrapped around her and I remember it feeling so intimate and welcoming. All of us were quiet now, leaning back and getting comfortable like we all knew this where the real show was going to start. Jesse had started stripping her shirt, and I was reaching behind to get her bra unhooked. Apparently my skill was pretty impressive because Jesse and Sherri nodded when I got it undone pretty quickly. When her bra came off, I could see this look of bewilderment on my face as if she was showing me gold. I remember it feeling that way, just a perfect pair of cute and perky breasts. I'd gently pulled her down and started sucking on her nipples, the camera picking up her soft mewls. This attracted Sherri and Rosaline, who showed up in frame coming out of a bedroom door behind the couch. It looked like they'd been getting ready for bed when they caught us on the couch.

"Oh yeah," Sherri said. "We spotted you two and were like 'oh my god, they're totally doing it over there.'" We just kinda hid and watched for a little while. Not because we were turned on by watching you two, but just because it so unexpected." You could see Sherri and Rosaline occasionally poking their heads out from the bedroom door in the video. Meanwhile, Jesse was sliding down my body, undoing the button to my jeans. I'd never really watched myself like this before and it was actually turning me on pretty hard. At one point I caught Jesse's eyes and we had a silent understanding that we both felt the same way. In the video, she pulled out my dick and had a hand stroking the shaft while she had the other cupping my balls underneath.

"Do you want to keep watching this, Sherri? I think things are about to get more colorful." I asked. Sherri didn't budge. In fact, she looked like she was enjoying it, laying back with the laptop on her stomach. "Nah, I'm good." She said. "Believe it or not, I watch a lot of porn, so this is just amateur to me. Plus I need to know if I got involved or not so I know if I need a long shower." Jesse and I made eye contact again. Even though were both strangers, watching a video of ourselves was really getting... interesting. The kind of interesting where maybe you want to try this at home. But that was going to be difficult with Sherri sitting right between us.

In the video, Jesse had progressed to a blowjob, deepthroating like a champion. Funny how that would be her specialty later on when she started working for the website. I've gotten many of them working with her, but that first time will always be the one that blows my mind. The light suck she'd give it, the way she'd dig her tongue into the head. I remembered how amazing her mouth felt wrapped around me, even the little scrapes from her teeth every now and then. It still gets me roaring when I think about it. I'll actually imagine her if the talent is giving a really subpar job but I still have to get off. The video showed me moaning out, and the girls watching from the bedroom. After a few minutes, Jesse takes my hand, getting me off the couch and leading me into her bedroom. After we leave the frame, Sherri runs up to the camera to pick it up. We could see Rosaline mouthing the words "What are you doing?" and Sherri completely ignoring her. She opened the bedroom door a crack and tried to zoom in on us, but it was too dark. She kept trying to get a clear picture, but the alcohol was finally making it to her brain. She was getting really stumbly and sloppy. The video showed her toppling over into the room face first, and dropping the camera on the floor. The video was still too dark, but it sounded like we were startled briefly.

I could vaguely make out foot steps walking towards the camera and then picking it up. I don't know how I figured it out, but I found a light-button on the camera after I picked it up, and the frame was my face. It startled me, just because it was a real major closeup of my drunk face. I turned the camera towards Jesse, who was on the bed with her pants half off, waiting for me to come back. Sherri just stayed on the floor, presumably passed out.

"So it looks like you just pass out and I take over. So that means you're probably not in the rest of it. So you can leave if you want." I said. Sherri gave me a 'pffft' noise and said "It's cool, okay? It's natural. I don't mind. I mean what are you gonna do, get off on watching yourselves?" Jesse and I looked at eachother. We didn't say anything. Sherri caught on, looking at the two of us until it finally dawned on her. "Oh. OH. OHHH. That's a YES, okay. That's all you had to say y'know." She paused the video, picking up the laptop and setting it aside. "I'll just, uh. Yeah." She got off the bed, leaving the laptop and the camera in her place. "But if I show up in this again, you have to let me know, and I want to see it no matter what weird shit it ism understood? I don't care if-." She would've gone on, but Jesse raised her voice at her. "WILL Y-YOU G-GO ALREADY?" It caught Sherri and my by surprise. But Sherri finally made a zipped-lips motion and left the room, leaving Jesse and I. We were quiet at first, but then closed the gap Sherri had put between us. Her eyes drifted to my length, that was tenting the blanket in my lap. I couldn't help but notice one of her hands looked strategically placed between her legs too. I hit the "play" button on the video again.

In the video, I was using the camera like a flashlight. Because just turning ON the light hadn't really occurred to me. I pointed it between her legs, pulling her pants all the way down and seeing her bright white panties. I was determined to return the favor from earlier, putting my mouth against her pussy, licking and nibbling through the fabric. The camera caught the sound of her moans, long and drawn out with a stutter in her breath. She took a sharp inhale when I pulled the fabric aside on her panties, getting a nosefull of her scent. Her tail was swiping back forth along the floor, occasionally wrapping and unwrapping around my cock. I put my tongue to her clit, sliding my fingers into her while one thumb held her panties aside. There was an endless stream of sharp moans coming from her, with on knuckle in her mouth and the other hand behind my head. I actually remember her having a really hard grip. I felt the back of my head and noticed it still felt a little tender.

"Is this- Is this weird?" she asked me outside the video. "I don't even kn-know you b-b-but I r-really want t-to. Y-you know." I'll admit, this was all working out a little better than expected and yeah it was a little weird but I sure as hell wasn't going to fight it. "Well, if you think about it. We were both a little out of sorts last night, so we really didn't get it out of our system so." I couldn't find the words, but I shifted the blanket down so she could actually see my length. She had a finger between her teeth, looking at me with longing. She shoved the blanket down on her side too, she her fingers knuckle-deep between her legs. I started a soft stroke on myself and looked back to the video.

At this point, Jesse had her knees to her chest, her panties rolled up along her legs. The light from the camera gleamed against her wetness, and my dick was coming into the frame. I never really gave myself credit before then that I did have a really nice cock. I don't think many guys actually analyze their dick and go 'Y'know. That's actually pretty damned nice.' Jesse mouthed something, but the camera didn't pick it up because I was moving it around.

Outside the video, Jesse had spread her legs wide open, sliding her fingers out and rubbing the bit of her juices on her nipple. "I w-was telling you t-t-o please s-s-stick it in." she told me. I was hard enough to cut diamonds now, and I didn't know whether to keep watching the video or to just jump on Jesse right there. My eyes drifted between the two things, the video of us fucking and Jesse literally right in front of me wanting to fuck. In hindsight, I really took too long to make the right decision. I crawled over to her, the video continuing to play out last night while we reenacted it in person. "So are you asking me to stick in now?" I asked. She reached over and grabbed the shaft, pulling me closer. She wanted me close enough to whisper into my ear. "N-no." she said. "I'm asking y-you to f-f-fuck me n-now."

I didn't hesitate, laying her back on the bed and pressing the head against her clit, rubbing it up and down. "D-don't t-tease" she squeaked. Fuck, I may have wanted to bang Rosaline before for that perfect body, but Jesse was just so damned cute. And it felt like there was a purpose, it wasn't just sex for sex sake. If both of us were to be completely honest, she felt used and unattractive because her scumbag ex-boyfriend, royally screwing with her confidence. And me? I had my own issues with self opinion and worth, and both of us just needed to feel somebody for a little while and work out those emotions on eachother.

I pushed myself into her, her body wrapping tight around me. We almost mimicked the video exactly, seeing as it had gone into the sex now. Once I was in, I couldn't stop thrusting my hips back and forth. It was one thing to see it, but actually feeling her sober was a different experience entirely. Her moans got trapped in my ear and replayed over and over, her hands gripping the fur on my back. At one point they drifted down to my ass, gripping and trying to shove me in harder with every pound. I buried my face into her neck while she continued to moan into the air. "B-big, b-b-huge" she said, then biting her lip. Her pussy felt almost addicting now, and I grabbed her hips and kept pounding like the rest of her wasn't even there, like she was just some toy made especially for me. She didn't seem to have a problem with that mentality.

The video had moved on into a riding position while we'd moved into a doggy position against her dresser. She had a full sized mirror that kept both of us clearly in view. She had a look of pure bliss on her face, digging her nails into the wood. "I-I-I, I like, I like" She started but was clearly having trouble with her words. I gave her a hard thrust, knocking the dresser around and getting a well earned squeal from Jesse. "What's that?" I asked. She looked at herself in the mirror, squeezing her arms together so her cleavage would show. "I like w-watching myself. The V-v-video is good but I c-can't see the g-good parts. T-too dark." I throbbed inside her, a quick pulse that made her squirm. "Well then maybe we should do a little re-shooting?" I asked. She looked over her shoulder at me and grinned.

Jesse held the camera to her face, catching every little twinge of pleasure in her expression. I had her on her back while I stood at the end of the bed, holding her legs spread eagle and going as fast as I could. I was starting to feel the tension welling up in the shaft. I started pulling myself out when she suddenly locked her legs around my waist. "N-NO, I'm r-r-really close!" I kept up a slow rhythm, enough to keep the pleasure up but not fire off yet. "But I'm about to-" I started, but she cut me off, shouting "INSIDE, INSIDE M-ME, p-please, d-don't p-p-pull, d-d-d" She couldn't stop her stutter, and I couldn't stop myself. I gripped her hips and slammed into her repeatedly, until I pushed myself balls deep and erupted inside her, spilling myself for what felt like a few straight seconds. Jesse gave one long, continuous moan to the camera, then pointed it down towards me. I was still filling her up when she handed me the camera saying "r-r-record it! I w-w-want to see it!" I fumbled at first, but managed to train the camera on my length, some our cum gushing from the sides. I guess I'd had more built up than I thought, even from the night before. I kept the camera on her as I started to pull out, and I got what I would say? Is the most satisfying creampie I've ever given in my career. I've had fans ask me which video is my favorite, and I always point them to my very first. Because it has the pearly white cum spilling from her pussy, her actively begging for it, holding herself open and the satisfied face of a very happy girl. I noticed the video on the laptop was just finishing too, though much more sloppy. But it ended with us curling up together, which had a really nice, soft finish to it. I looked up from the camera to Jesse, who had her arms outstretched. I set the camera aside, and leaned to down to kiss her. And with a little editing from Sherri? That became my first video. And the first major step towards being the bigshot pornstar I am today.

******

Bridgett had gotten completely dressed, but hung on every word like she was watching it happen. "Wow," she said. "You talk about it with such detail. That in any other social situation would be wildly inappropriate, but was actually pretty good in this instance." I'd gotten the camera put away and I was completely dressed myself. I shrugged my shoulders, grinning. "What can I say? That one holds a special place in my heart. It's what got me started." I said. Bridget stood up off the bed so I collect the sheets and get them washed. As I was stuffed them in a duffel bag, she asked a few more questions. "So do you still see Jesse?" she asked. I nodded my head. "Yep, plenty actually. A lot of my first videos are with her. Before we started enlisting other talent, like you. She works with a few other productions but we always like to meet up privately every now and then for fun. Having sex as a career can start to be a bit of a grind. Pun intended. Sometimes you have to make a little love to remind yourself what it's for initially."

I tossed the duffel bag by the door and pulled out my phone. "So are you two a couple or?" She asked. I looked up at the ceiling in thought for a second and then shook my head. "Not really, no. We thought we were in the beginning, but we eventually realized that we just had fetishes in common that we like to indulge. It was more physical than it was emotional." I noticed Bridgett had a quiet sigh of relief right there. Her next question came more naturally. "Is there any chance that I could see you again? I mean, I know there's probably a rule about it, but I'm actually kinda thinking about doing this again and maybe I could use a little help? Tell me a little more about how you got started?" She asked. She made it sound so innocent, but I knew where she was trying to go. It was generally a rule that you don't date the talent, because that can make things complicated. Jesse and I work because we just meet up for fun. Getting emotionally involved is a whole other bag. But Bridgett was sweet, and if she was serious? Then sure. I'd keep the story going.

"Yeah okay, we can meet up outside work sometime. You want to meet at that coffee shop around the corner on Friday? We can talk a little more and I'll tell you more about how I got where I am." Bridgett looked like she was restraining herself from hugging me, keeping her arms folded back and her legs constantly wanting to move forward. "Great! I mean, great, I'll see you then." She took her time leaving, taking a few glances back at me before heading out the door. I smiled to myself and shook my head, browsing through my phone for appointments. I had another shoot tomorrow, 2 shoots the day after that, and another one on one with Jesebelle on Saturday. Now the story of how THAT happened would be fun. I made a mental note to touch on it with Bridgett sometime. I gathered up all my things, locked up, and headed home.