A Simple Proposition (7 page)

P

am wandered around their home naked for another hour trying to get a reaction out of Steve. She surprised herself as to how comfortable she started to feel, until Steve blurted, “Just order a pizza and go to the door naked.”
 

“I can’t,” she said, then stopped and actually thought about it. “Can I?”
 

“You’re hot. The guy won’t care.”
 

“Of course you think I’m hot.” She grabbed her breasts. “But that’s not the same.”
 

“You’re a chick. You are naked. You will make his night.”
 

She stood there for a moment looking at him.
 

“You’re hot,” he said. “Shit, of course you’re hot.”
 

“Careful,” she said, but
called to order a pizza. Then she sat on the couch in the living room, waiting, holding the money ready in her hand. After a few minutes she said, “Topless or naked?”
 

“What turns you on more?”
 

She sat there and almost wanted to scream. “Naked.”
 

“So there you go, be naked.”

She stood there giving him one last moment to think about it. After he called her chicken several times there was no way he would get away with that. She was going to get one over on him. Standing there naked, nervous, and turned on, she couldn’t think as her mind raced and body came alive. She actually bit her nails a little.
 

“Maybe just my tits,” she said.
 

“Whichever you want.”
 

She picked up her underwear, then put it down again. “Naked,” she said.
 

The doorbell rang.
 

Pam sat there and didn’t move. Part of her wanted to scream and run into their bedroom to hide under her thick soft comforter.
 

It rang again.

“Are you…” Steve said.
 

She shook her
head no and said, “You get it.”
 

He grinned and kissed her, and took the money from her hand.
 

Pam stayed where she was and listened. She was a few feet from the pizza guy and was really only hidden by a half-closed door.
 

She couldn’t decide what she felt.
 

Steve came back into the room and put the pizza box on the coffee table, then sat next to Pam and put his arm around her.
 

“We don’t have to do anything,” he said. “Nothing you don’t want to.”
 

“It just felt too creepy,” Pam said. “Some poor guy going about his day and then me there in his face.”
 

“He wouldn’t have minded.”
 

“He might have.”
 

“I’ll bet he wouldn’t.”
 

“You don’t know that,” Pam said. “And it’s wrong. So don’t tell me it isn’t.”
 

“Okay.”
 

“And don’t talk yourself into a hole.”
 

Steve grinned.

“Plus, I didn’t want some stranger to see me naked in our home.”

Steve looked confused.

“D
uh. He would know where we lived. What if he was a stalker and came over here when you were not home?”

“Ah, I understand. Sorry, I didn’t think about that.”
 

“Enough of all this talk. Shut up and fuck me!” Pam demanded.

Steve chuckled, “Again?”
 

“Of course.”
 

They had sex on the sofa and later ate cold pizza.
 

A

few nights later, while they were getting ready for bed, Steve said, “You’re worried about the Internet because people could keep the pictures, right?”
 

Pam agreed. “Yeah, mostly. It’s not that we are famous or anything, but I don’t like the idea of naked or naughty pictures floating out there. Who knows, they could come back and bite us in the ass some time.”
 

“What if we made a dirty movie and I showed someone in person?” Steve said. “Like holding my phone. So he couldn’t keep it.”
 

“Ah, why?” Immediately Pam started to hope that the
guy Steve had in mind was Mike. “Who?”
 

“Someone it wouldn’t get out from. But so he could see you, and you’d know he’d seen you, but he couldn’t keep it any way without us knowing.”
 

Pam sat there for a while, feeling turned on. “Can we? No, that would be awful,” she said. “We can’t do that, can we?”
 

“Sorry,” Steve said. “It was just an idea.”
 

“I’m into it. But it’s awful that you’d even ask me, isn’t it?”
 

“I don’t know. No more than you blowing other men.”
 

“I suppose.”
 

“We don’t have to.”
 

“Ah, no. I’m…. Who?”
 

“I hadn’t thought that far. Anyone you like.”
 

“It has to be someone we trust. Who won’t talk.”
 

“You’re sure? Not a stranger?”
 

“You’re going to just walk up to some guy and say: “Here, look at this porn then give it back.”?
 

“Yeah,” he said.
 

“So it has to be someone we trust not to just run off.”
 

“True.”
 

“And it has to be a guy, too. I don’t want another chick comparing herself to me.”
 

“Okay.”
 

“So a friend. One of your friends, basically.”
 

“
Okay.”
 

“And you have to pretend I don’t know he’s seeing it.”
 

Steve looked at her. “I don’t know.”

“You have to. That’s like a rule. I don’t want everyone knowing I’m the kind of person who lets people watch her dirty movies.”
 

“Ah… Of course you aren’t.”
 

“So you have to pretend I don’t know. That you’re showing him without me knowing.”
 

“That kind of makes me look bad.”
 

“It does.”
 

“Really fucking bad.”
 

“I know. But for this, if you want to do this, you’re going to have to look bad. Rather than me. After all, how does this make me look?” Pam paused for a moment. “That’s fair, isn’t it?”

Steve didn’t say a word as he was thought over the options.
 

Pam was growing impatient. “Do you want to or not?”
 

After a moment Steve shrugged.
 

“And I’m going to hide somewhere and watch him watch,” Pam said, thinking. “That’d actually be hot.” She had images of Mike becoming hard watching her. She was desperate to get it out there that she wanted Mike to be this man but she was unable to say it out of fear. How would Steve react? Would having Mike become their man change their relationship? Is it best to keep him a fantasy? So many thoughts raced through her mind.
 

“How will that work? Are you going to follow us around like a ninja as I wait for the perfect moment?”
 

“Don’t know. But I need to watch him watching me!”

Steve thought. “It’d really have to be in one of the bedrooms if we do it here. You would have to hide in the closet.”
 

Excitedly, Pam blurted, “Then we’ll do that.”
 

“So I’m going to ask someone we know to visit and come upstairs and suddenly show him porn in the bedroom.”
 

Pam started grinning as she fantasized about Mike watching her.
 

“But don’t you think that’s kind of gay?”
 

“Okay
, fine.” Pam tried to calm herself as adrenaline kicked in as well as her arousal.  Still she blurted, “So maybe that plan isn’t the best. You show Mike wherever you happen to be, and tell me after.”

Crap! She said his name! How did that slip out? Did he hear her?
 

Steve nodded.
 

Steve didn’t seemed
fazed by it. Maybe he didn’t hear her. Would he be okay with Mike? Could she really do this? Pushing forward, she added, “But remember, good. And tell me in detail. Like lots of fucking detail.”
 

“I promise.”

“Okay,” Pam said. “Then we’re doing that.”
 

Steve kissed her. “Thank you.”

F

inally they were ready to try and make th
e dirty movie. Steve had a lot of ideas on what they should do, but Pam wasn’t as certain that it would work. She kept on trying to visualize who would hold the camera. She knew that men were visual and wanted to see the act and how could that be? How could they record it while she was doing it? Could she forget about the camera and focus on being sexy? Thinking about all these things made her realize that porn stars were talented!

She chuckled.

Now it was time to act!

Steve was ready, and it showed. Immediately he went down on Pam while she held a camera and filmed him. At least she was ready and in the mood! She was quite turned on by the idea of what they were doing. Still she was aware of the camera and unable to not think about it. Wouldn’t it be better if, say, someone like Mike was filming them? Or what if Steve was holding the camera while Mike was at her pleasure?

She wondered how it would look afterwards, when they watched the movie. Would they like it? Would they look like dorks? Looking at the small display she, could see half of Steve’s face, and a bit of her inner thighs. All that from an odd angle with what was happening rather hidden, and the camera starting to wobble fairly badly at the end.
 

They tried having sex and the same thing happened. If one of them held the camera, the picture bounced around a lot. With the camera sitting on the dresser, the picture was steady but was too far away to see properly.

Pam was disappointed. Steve seemed disappointed, too, since he was thinking their movie would look like one of those porno movies, not a late night cable TV version of porn.

She tried one more time to salvage the movie shoot. This time she would go down on Steve. She knew that by making all those sloppy noises that Steve would love watching the movie and she assumed Mike would as well. She went down on Steve taking him into her mouth, feeling that this was actually going to work. With Steve’s ridged cock sticking out, she started to work him and the camera. The interesting part of the movie was going to be what was happening at the end of Steve’s cock, not in between her legs where the camera couldn’t see.

Steve managed to hold the camera steadier too, most of the time. She wasn’t sure if that should annoy her that he was able to take better movies. Something for her to work on at a later date.

She liked what they had managed, but the movie wasn’t perfect. Suddenly she wanted it to be perfect. In the first movie, her hair was in the way a lot of the time. In the third movie it was hard to tell when Steve actually came, because she’d kept sucking as he finished and he didn’t do anything really obvious like shout that he was blowing his load in her mouth. Now she knew why the guys would pull out and give the girl a facial. She hated that idea and feared that Steve would shoot some into her hair or worse her eyes.

Still, Pam decided she wanted to try again.

They made another movie that night and another one the night after that. They started to make more of a production out of it. Pam even started to wear sexy clothes and took her time undressing, flirting and teasing for the camera. She even remembered to keep her hair out of the way. This time when Steve came, she pulled out after the second or third stream…this way she was able to control his projectiles!

Watching the movie, she chuckled as she remembered that she was being careful not to get any in her eyes or hair.

Clearly Steve was very satisfied once he’d finished.
 

When they watched the movie, it looked like porn. It looked like real porn, not just them holding a camera. Pam was pleased and turned on by it.
 

Pam snuggled up to Steve. “So, is watching me giving head as good as me giving you head?”
 

“Pretty much,” Steve said.

“Okay,” Pam said, surprised by how well the movie had worked. “So who are you going to show?”

Steve was still basking in his performance, “Not sure.”

Annoyed, she said, “Don’t forget to tell me all about it when you do.”