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~~~ Edited by AnotherWannabe ~~~

"Hi. I'm Gamer Girl, and I'm a nerd," Andrea said, looking into the camera, "as if I needed to tell you." A hand covered her heart rising and falling with her chest as she paused to catch her breath. "This is my video diary." She forced a smile.

"I'm supposed to tell you why I made a video." The words escaped between deep nervous pants. She always struggled to breathe when anxious. She tried to swallow with a dry mouth.

"A wise friend told me to find a way to get paid for doing what I love. Well, I love reading, board games, and ..." She cleared her throat. "... masturbating." Her voice broke. "I haven't found a way to get paid for the first two."

"I'm 21, and I've never been kissed. I'm invisible to guys. Well, actually, my friends, the guys in my gaming groups I mean, well, they don't interest me that way." She gulped.

"I joined 'I Touch Myself' because - well - the videos are real. You know? It's real girls sharing real life. It's better than scripted stuff." Andrea forced a few deep breaths. "I made a homemade video." A half smile faltered. "It was hard because nobody's ever seen me naked. I kept forcing myself to turn on the camera until it seemed normal, but each time, I deleted the video. Then one time, I waited a week and watched it again, and I still didn't delete it. I put it in an email, but I didn't press send. I looked at the email in my Drafts folder often. I daydreamed about people seeing my video if I ever sent it, and then I did."

Talking about making videos resurrected the arousal she enjoyed with the first one. Telling the story became an out-of-body experience. Her words tugged and pulled her body as if she was a marionette with strings attached to the levers of her sexuality.

Andrea waited to catch her breath again. She twisted a lock of hair to indulge a life-long nervous tick. She swallowed and resumed. "I regretted sending the email. I felt ridiculous, but then I was crushed when they rejected it."

"OK. My first reaction was relief, but then it sunk in. My video wasn't good enough to appear at 'I Touch Myself'. The reply thanked me for submitting to the 'Homemade' section, but it said the site received too many similar submissions. The email encouraged me to make something different. It suggested a video outdoors with better lighting or an unusual setting or with a friend."

Andrea paused the camera and replayed the diary on her computer. The site's instructions told her not to edit her videos. They had professional editors, but Andrea clung to the knowledge she could delete anything before sending.

"I exposed my most intimate moments, and they didn't want them. I felt dirty and unworthy and ugly." Andrea inhaled and continued. "When I told one of my friends, he wanted to see the video. I told him it would never happen, but he said he would have seen it if the video had been accepted. All my friends love the site, and they would have recognized me."

She turned off the camera and cut everything back to the line, "I haven't found a way to get paid for the first two." The rest was too personal and too intimate.

Resuming, she said, "The site wanted something unusual, so I gathered my friends to help." It sounded false.

Feigning fearlessness gave Andrea a sense of empowerment even if it required a revision of history. When she made the second video, Cal said she demonstrated "agency" by "owning her sexuality."

In reality, Andrea cried for two days after the rejection of her first attempt. She hid in her tiny apartment, skipped class, missed meals, and avoided all of her loves. Daytime TV numbed her mind more effectively than reading, board games, or masturbation. The young woman craved the oblivion of unconsciousness, but there was no alcohol in the house, and walking to the store required too much effort.

The guys pounded on her door when she didn't show up for the regular Friday night "Cosmic Encounters" game. She ignored them. They returned Saturday morning with coffee and croissants. Hunger more than anything convinced Andrea to open the door.

"Whew! Is your shower broken?"

"Leave her alone. You're not one to talk," Cal reminded Fat Ray as the two of them barged into her room. Cal pushed Andrea toward her closet. "Pick out some fresh clothes," he commanded. "The coffee will be waiting when you get out of the shower."

The guys spotted the video camera on the tripod by her bed. They whispered with excitement and tried to access files on her computer as soon as she closed the bathroom door, but the password foiled them. They tried a few obvious choices without success.

Andrea sat naked on the edge of the bathtub while the shower steamed up the mirror until the need to pee compelled a transfer to the toilet. She struggled to keep her urine stream dainty because she didn't want the guys to hear.

She eventually emerged from the bathroom barefoot but otherwise clean and dressed. Neglected wet hair remained unbrushed. Sweatpants hung loose on her hips. Her oversized t-shirt was inside out and draped low in the arm pits letting the guys ogle her pink bra through the gaps.

Andrea tossed a look of contempt in their direction and dedicated her attention to the coffee.

"I got the Jalapeño cream cheese you like," Cal said with an encouraging lilt.

"What's with the camera?" Ray asked in an irritating smug way.

Andrea declined to answer. After her second croissant, she agreed to meet later at the game store for an all night "True Blood" marathon.

"I think she's rejoined the living," Cal announced, "Let's go to the lab and play Starcraft until lunch." He smiled at Andrea before he closed her door.

Alone and bored, Andrea elected to reread one of her favorite novels. When she got to the part where the hero saves the heroine from imminent rape and torture, she put the book aside and closed her eyes. "What a rush to be rescued like that," she mused and pictured herself in the scene. The hero finds her naked and bound to an exam table with the villain holding a knife to her throat. She remains defiant. The hero frees her and cradles her naked body in his arms.

Andrea's hand slid into her sweatpants and under her panties. She glanced at the lifeless camera and winced before settling comfortably on her bed. "It's been at least two days," she calculated. "That must be a record. I think I'll need several orgasms to catch up."

It was possible to miss having a significant other while recognizing the reality: nobody could play with her as competently as herself. A snuggle sometimes sounded sweet. A nibble on the neck appealed in an abstract way. It might have been nice to glance at rigid proof of her desirability jutting from the loins of a worthy man. Regardless, Andrea preferred the certainty of her finger dancing within her folds. "I might let him watch," she assured herself.

Sun through the window heated an already simmering body. She pulled her hand away from her pleasure long enough to strip off the shirt and bra. It felt delicious to lay topless in the sun. She teased her nipples before cramming both hands into her panties.

Her fantasy drifted to the idea of people watching her video, but those thoughts revived feelings of inadequacy. Instead, she conjured a favorite scenario. She pictured herself in her old bedroom on the second floor of her parents' house. In her vision, She stood nude in front of her window watching the paperboy tend his route along her street. The handsome fellow paused when he saw her. She winked and jiggled her breasts.

The familiar rising tide accompanied her expert teasing until Andrea shivered with a small but satisfying orgasm. "That fantasy always does the trick," she exulted. After a moment spent composing the will to move, the gluttonous young woman reached over to her dresser. She groped for "the man in the panty drawer" as she affectionately described her vibrator.

Later, the afternoon provided an opportunity to stock up at the grocery store. She walked bow-legged but content. The young bag boy flirted with the middle aged woman ahead of Andrea in the checkout line. He spared some raised eyebrows and a wink for Andrea when he caught her staring. "He's pretty cute," she admitted to herself. She liked his confidence.

The man in the panty drawer made an encore appearance after Andrea's cheese and pesto tortellini dinner. "He's so reliable," she smirked and concocted a scene involving the bag boy with a telescope observing an unknowing wanton wench. The telescope peered into a window much like her own.

Cal saved Andrea a choice seat near the front. The second season of "True Blood" featured graphic simulated sex ranging from masturbation under a blanket to an orgy on the front lawn. Cast commentary compelled Andrea to squirm in her seat. One of the first season guest stars said, "I didn't really have lines the first time. It was like 7 a.m. in the morning and I was completely naked while a makeup artist was on her knees in front of me sponging my ass. It's intimate. I was so nervous that after I shot the scene I was going up to the crew members - I had just met all these people the day before - and I was like, 'You got a boner!' ..."

Five hours into the viewing marathon, Andrea scanned the game shop for a discrete place to take the edge off. The line of people waiting to use the unisex bathroom foreclosed that option. She declared, "I've had enough for tonight. I'm gonna walk home."

"Hey. It's 1 a.m., and you live eight blocks away. You can't walk home alone this time of night. I'll come with you," proclaimed Cal the Wise.

"Yeah, I appreciate it, but then you'll walk back alone."

A girl named Stephanie piped up. "I'll walk with both of you and then walk back with Cal."

Andrea tried to remember where she met Stephanie but came up short. They hardly knew each other. Andrea's intuition concluded the girl wanted some time alone with Cal. She brushed the knowledge aside and forced enthusiasm. "Hey. That's great. Thanks for helping out."

"Let's go," Cal said. "If we hurry, we'll get back before the next episode is over."

Stephanie's calculating appraisal of Cal made Andrea doubt the pair would return. Stephanie looked hungry, and Cal was on the menu. Of course, Cal remained blissfully unaware as far as Andrea could tell.

"Vampire sex is so hot," Stephanie said as the threesome stepped out of the shop.

"I don't know," Cal hedged. "It seems crazed and violent."

"Some women like it crazy hot like that." Stephanie touched her lips.

"What about you, Andrea?" Cal asked the back of her head.

"The dialog made it sound like the women loved it and wanted more, but it's hard for me to see why. There was no tenderness."

Stephanie hurried to get ahead of Andrea and remarked, "How much acting do they need when they're hanging from the ceiling by their wrists? It's the situation that's hot."

Andrea glanced sideways to Stephanie and shrugged. "Just not my thing - I guess."

"What is your thing?" Cal mumbled from behind.

Andrea pretended not to hear.

"You didn't think it was sexy?" Stephanie's words dripped skepticism.

"There were lots of sexy scenes. I just didn't like the vampire ones or the whole thing about vampire blood being a stimulant and aphrodisiac. Looking at those guys is stimulating, but not enough to overcome being dead or undead or whatever."

"What did you think was sexy?" Cal spoke loud enough to assure Andrea heard.

"I think the hottest scene was Sookie wriggling under the covers while Bill watched through her window."

"Come on," Stephanie argued, "I get what you're saying about the vampires, but wasn't Jason sexy?"

"Not really. He looked good with his shirt off, but he acted like an animal. Who wants to be pawed like that?"

"What do you think?" Stephanie turned back to face Cal.

"The restaurant owner, Sam, he's the most realistic, and he turns into an dog," Cal observed.

"Are you more like Bill, Jason, or Sam?"

Cal's face contorted while he composed his reply to Stephanie. "I'm most like Bill except less dead," he joked, "but, I'm not like any of them. Are you like Sookie?"

"I have my psychic moments," Stephanie smiled. "Did you know? Bill and Sookie are married in real life. I bet the sex is totally real." Stephanie winked.

Andrea imagined what it would be like filming those scenes.

"If that's so, how does it work when Sookie has sex scenes with the other vampires?" Cal asked.

"Maybe he likes to watch?" Andrea suggested.

"Yeah, he probably gets off watching her with other men. How hot is that?" Stephanie smiled broadly and puffed out her chest.

Cal's gaze traveled up and down Stephanie's body, and Stephanie danced back to grab his hand and walk beside him.

"This is my place," Andrea announced for Stephanie's benefit. "You guys can head on back now if you want."

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom first? I drank a gallon before we left."

"Yeah, OK." Andrea didn't want to entertain Cal and his seductress, but she bent to his request.

Andrea sat on the edge of her unmade bed while Stephanie browsed books piled against the apartment wall.

"How did you like this series?" Stephanie asked while holding a paperback.

"You can borrow them if you want. They're good."

"No thanks. I should finish 'Fifty Shades' first."

"Do you like it?"

"Oh, yeah," Stephanie winked and raised her eyebrows. "That's why it's taking so long to finish. I keep getting sidetracked." She showed a coy grin.

The sink stopped running, and the door opened. "Finish what?" Cal wiped his hands on his shirt.

"Masturbating," Andrea informed in an overloud deadpan tone.

Stephanie glared before turning her coquettish smile on Cal.

Andrea endured the necessary pleasantries before sending the others away. By the time she collapsed, the mood that prompted a rush home dissipated. She hugged herself and thought, "At least Cal's getting lucky tonight." She wondered where Stephanie conspired to consummate the transaction. "Maybe they'll do it in the alley outside my window." The mood to play returned.

A slow Sunday morning reading in bed recharged Andrea to face the coming week. The guys expected her on-line that evening to play "Sins of a Solar Empire". It wasn't her favorite, but they humored her taste often enough. She wanted to return the consideration.

Cal already had a private lobby setup before Andrea signed in. The password was "QueenOfPorn" as usual. Some of the guys worshipped the actress, Jenna Jameson, who earned that title.

"Was Stephanie a good lay?" Andrea typed.

"How did you know?"

"How could you not know?"

"Women are an enigma."

"We're mostly straightforward. You're oblivious. I'm surprised you can find your own right hand."

"I keep my right hand close. It never lets me down."

"Did Stephanie let you down?"

"I thought she'd be kinky after all that talk about 'True Blood', but she was a cold fish."

"A what?"

"She just lay there. She didn't even make noises."

"You must be a terrible lover." Andrea appended the "oh - my" emoticon.

"Thanks."

"Just saying," Andrea typed with trailing hugs and kisses icons.

"So what's up with the camera?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

"Why?"

"You don't want me making up my own explanation."

"Do tell."

"I think you have lesbian orgies, and your laptop is stuffed full of video evidence."

"I prefer men."

"I know. I saw you checking out Fat Ray's speedo when we went swimming that time."

"Are you and Stephanie an item now?"

"I don't think so. She stayed the night, but she has some other guy on the side. I texted to make sure she got home, and she replied, 'yep'."

"Nothing else?"

"I got one syllable from her."

"Where are the others? They should be on by now."

"Ray and Kurt are here with their laptops."

"Why didn't you say so?"

"I'm waiting to find out about the camera."

"I made a video. You already guessed."

"I didn't know you have a boyfriend. Who is he? Was it hot?"

"Shut up and start the game."

"Tell me later?"

Andrea wanted to tell somebody. Despite herself, Cal's nosey interest warmed her. Someone might like to see her video even if it didn't meet the site's lofty standards.

"You won't tell anybody else?"

"My lips are sealed."

"I did it alone."

"Even better!" He used the giant smile icon. "What are you going to do with it?"

"Delete it."

"Nooooooo," he typed. "That's like burning a Picasso. You have to share with the world - for art."

He riffed on the internet meme about absurd sexual requests being "for science"; "show us your boobs - for science", "bend over and spread your cheeks - for science". Years earlier, Andrea found herself persuaded to send a close up snapshot of her nipple to a stranger - for science. It was an anonymous forum, and she appreciated the request more than the usual demand, "Tits or GTFO".

"Come over. Ray's making Irish coffee. It won't be fair if you play sober and we're all drunk."

"Can't - I'm naked," Andrea lied.

"Oh god - Then we're coming there."

"No. I'll be right over. Irish Coffee is exactly what I need."

Cal's apartment filled most of the first floor of a rundown house an easy walk from Andrea's. The guys sat in mismatched chairs around a pool table that filled most of the parlor. Nobody ever played pool, but the table provided an excellent surface for gaming. An old Star Trek episode blared from a surround sound system comically mismatched with a small TV.

"You're already one round behind," Fat Ray noted and shoved a glass mug at Andrea.

She set her laptop on the table and asked, "Are you ready to play?" Cal and Kurt battled in the midst of a round of Magic the Gathering.

"He's down to 4 life. I'll win in a second," Kurt claimed, but Cal played "Stream of Life" for 14 points bringing him almost to full strength.

Ray and Andrea sat on a battered old love seat entailed to the apartment along with the pool table. "What kind of camera was that?" Ray asked.

"Mine? It's a JVC."

Ray worked part time making game films for the university. He started assisting a group of professionals working for the football team, but he branched out to film volleyball and swimming on his own. He loved AV equipment.

"Yeah. I meant, what model."

"Sorry. I don't know."

"That's OK. It looked like a good setup. How's the sound quality?"

"I'm not going to tell you what I filmed," Andrea cut to the chase, but she remained good spirited about it. Ray's generosity with the good Irish whiskey made Andrea lightheaded already.

"Are you going to send it to someone?"

"Send what?"

"The video you made - who's it for?"

"Geez. You guys have a one track mind."

Cal stood up and turned off the TV. All three guys stared waiting for her to continue.

"I tried to make some money. That's all. I sent it to a site that pays, but they rejected it."

"What site?" Ray sounded interested in the site as much as the video.

"I Touch Myself."

"We all do, but what site?"

"Ha, Ha," Cal fake laughed at Kurt's joke. "That's my favorite site."

Ray interrupted. "Why did they reject it? Wasn't it professional enough?"

"They said they get too many of the same thing. They want one outside or with a friend."

"We have to do this!" Kurt yelped.

"What do you mean, 'WE'?" Andrea scowled at him.

"We're your friends," Kurt insisted, but he already appeared deflated.

"Are you going to do another one?" Cal asked without making eye contact.

"I don't think so. Being rejected took the wind out of my sails."

"It was a good idea," Ray insisted. "You should do what they ask."

"Why, so you can watch it?"

"Of course. I'd give my left nut to watch it." Ray had a way with words. It just wasn't a very good way.

"Is your video on the laptop? Can we see it?"
"No." Andrea's scathing reply to Kurt's plea made the guys sit up straight.

"If they accepted it, we'd probably have seen it already. Did you think we wouldn't recognize you?" Kurt whimpered.

"He has a point," Cal said. "I wish they accepted it. It would be a dream come true."

"For all of us," Ray added.

"Thanks guys, but I'm not going to show you my video. I'm going to delete it first thing."

"What about making another one?" Ray returned to his earlier assertion. "It was a good idea. Give them what they want."

"No thanks."

"I'd do it if anyone would pay me." Kurt seemed more drunk than the others.

"Good luck with that, buddy," Ray scoffed. "Why would anyone pay to watch you when they could watch Andrea instead?"

"Give me another one." Andrea dropped the empty mug in Ray's lap.

"Ouch. Watch the jewels," he complained.

When Ray stood, Cal took his place next to Andrea. "It is a good idea, and we want to help."

"I have lots of ideas," Kurt added. "You could reenact the Orion Slave Girl scene from Star Trek."

"I hear the green body paint is bad for you," Andrea laughed.

"Princess Leia in the slave costume?"

"I detect a theme." Andrea smiled back at Kurt. His enthusiasm could be endearing.

Ray returned with a full mug overflowing with whipped cream. "Here. Sip some off the top before it spills."

Andrea leaned forward and obliged. She sat back with the warm cup between her hands and a cream mustache above her lip.

"At least let me see the video," Ray implored. "I'll pretend it's not you and give an unbiased opinion."

"Nice try," Cal objected and kicked Ray in the shin. "Quit pestering her. She already said no."

To Andrea's surprise, Cal's stance made her resolve waver for the first time. They all wanted to see it, and deep down, she wanted it, too. She realized it would have happened if the video ever got posted to the internet. There was even a chance in a million her father would see it. She already convinced herself it wasn't a big deal. Everybody does it. Why hide it?

She looked at her half empty second mug. "You guys really want to see it?"

"Hot damn we do!" Kurt blurted.

"Are you going to make me regret it? You won't laugh or tease? You won't tell everyone?"

"You know us better than that," Cal insisted. "We're your friends. If you can't show us, who can you show?"

"Alright, but I don't want to be in the room while you watch. That's too weird. I'm gonna go in the bedroom. Let me know when it's over."

Kurt rubbed his hands together as Andrea typed her password. The file icon sat in the center of her desktop. Here it is, she pointed and blushed with whiskey exacerbating the heat on her face.

Andrea lay on Cal's bed shielding her face in her elbow. "I didn't want this. I can't believe I'm doing it," she moaned. Soaked panties contradicted her claim.

The guys waited a half hour to knock even though the video only lasted 9 minutes. When Andrea opened the door, they played it cool.

"The people at that site are idiots," Cal said.

"I don't know. The lighting was terrible, and I could hear traffic noise in the audio track."

Cal punched Ray hard on the shoulder. "It was perfect."

"You guys still think I should try again?"

"Oh yeah!" Kurt bounced with glee.

"Here's what we'll do," Ray explained. "They said to include your friends, so the three of us will play cards while you do your thing on the table. Call yourself Gamer Girl. The video will be you performing for three nerds. It'll be a hit."

"You're out of your mind. I'm not gonna do that for you guys. I don't like you that way."

"It's theater," Ray said. "We'll be fully dressed. We won't touch you or anything. We'll pretend you aren't even there. That'll make viewers scratch their heads and say 'what the fuck - how could three nerds stay sane watching up close?'"

"You will go insane," Andrea grinned.

"You don't have to do it," Cal mumbled.

Ray exacted justice by punching Cal hard enough to knock him backward. "Let her do what she wants."

"I've already shown you guys too much." Andrea walked over to the table and closed her laptop. "I can't believe I did that."

"Why not?" Kurt asked.

"You know why."

"No, I don't. Did you think we don't already picture you when we jerk off?"

"Over-share!" Andrea put her hands over her ears.

"I'll go get my equipment." Ray scampered out the door.

Cal put his arm around her in an uncharacteristic gesture. "We're all in love with you in our nerdy way, but we know it doesn't work like that. I'd think you were a perfect goddess if your farts didn't stink."

Andrea laughed. "I've been eating pesto. That does it to me every time."

Ray banged in with his arms loaded. He sent Cal and Kurt out to get the rest from his van. Andrea finished her drink and huddled on the love seat with her knees against her chest. Ray placed two cameras on tripods and setup lights with those fancy diffuser screens to soften reflections.

"Are you really going to do this?" Cal lifted Andrea's chin to see her face.

"I didn't know Ray was gonna make it such a production."

"Ignore that. He can put it all back in his van. We didn't pressure you too much, did we?"

"You don't think it's a good idea?"

"You tell me. There's no good or bad. Own your decision, and I'll support you."

"We've already seen you," Ray gasped around his huffing and puffing exertion to snake power cables under the table.

"No touching. Right?" Andrea wanted to do it. Her indecision fled as soon as Cal said he'd support her. The whiskey played a role, but she had fantasized about masturbating for an audience as long as she could remember.

"Guys. Clean up the junk over there so it's not in the video," Ray directed.

Cal moved his shoes and book bag to his room. Ray and Kurt dragged the love seat a few feet with Andrea still on it.

"You want the blinds open or closed?" Ray looked at the parlor's window facing the street.

"Closed," Cal answered before Andrea had a chance.

"No, leave them open." Andrea faked confidence. The video will be on-line anyway. "Let some peeping Tom have his thrill."

Cal smiled, and Andrea brightened because of his approval. She started to feel in charge.

"How are we doing this again?"

"You get up on the table. We'll sit here facing the camera and play cards. I have a little monitor on the floor, so I can see what the camera sees. It will capture whatever you do with us in the background."

"What about that?" She pointed to the other camera high on its tripod directed down at the table.

"I don't have a second monitor, so we have to hope it catches something usable."

After lunging to land her buttocks on the table, Andrea rotated in place and lifted her feet.

"Move to the center."

"What now?"

"You do your thing, and we'll play cards. Pretend we aren't here."

"Why are you here again?"

"Duh," Kurt blurted.

"Because the art of the scene is three nerds with the goddess. It's like Snow White with the dwarves except there's only three of us."

Andrea's eyes opened wide. Her alcohol induced flush faded into a healthy glow under the bright lights. She glanced to the window. It became a black void of night compared to the artificial daylight inside. There was no way to see out, but light from the window probably cast shadows on the street. Nobody driving or walking past could miss it. Andrea preferred to imagine an anonymous voyeur rather than her friends.

"Should I take my clothes off?"

Ray turned left and right to silently consult the others. "I've seen some hot 'I Touch Myself' videos where the model kept her clothes on. Do whatever feels right to you."

She looked at her friends and then turned away to look at the camera. Self-conscious butterflies struggled for freedom in her stomach. She waited laying still on her back with her eyes closed and slowed her breathing. A few minutes earlier, she believed she could do it. Remembering that bravery, she marshaled her determination.

The guys babbled about their game. "I'll tap three to summon the tree sprite." "Hold on, I'm gonna unsummon that." "Tap." The banter faded from Andrea's world.

She slid a hand up her sweatshirt from the bottom and stroked flesh above the cup of her bra. "Some of the models kept their clothes on," she thought, "I'm the model."

Andrea had a subscription to the site and watched hundreds of videos. Some of the women masturbated under their panties without ever taking them off. One of the first videos on the site showed a woman under a sheet revealing nothing below the neck. Andrea looked to the void of the window and decided she wanted to be seen.

Without much grace, she pulled the sweatshirt over her head. The looks captured on her friends' faces made her giggle when she watched later, but at the time, they weren't in Andrea's thoughts. Her fingers traced gentle lines from her neck to the rise of her breasts. She savored the sensation of warm lights and a soft touch.

She imagined a man watching through the window. His cock throbbed as she unhooked her bra. His mouth opened as she shrugged it off. Her hands replaced the bra as she teased him. "Who me? You want to see these?" she silently taunted.

One of the guys, probably Kurt, touched the side of her exposed breast. Maybe it was just a mishandled card. Andrea chose to ignore it. She squeezed her mounds and tickled her nipples into stiffness above wrinkled areola.

"Fireball! Eight points of damage."

Andrea looked into the high camera. It peered along her length from toes to head. She breathed deeply and enjoyed being topless for the mysterious voyeur willed into existence beyond the window. Her hands wandered across her tummy to her sides and gradually caressed seldom touched skin to rise by her arms. Her nipples stiffened again, and goose flesh appeared.

With eyes closed, she remembered the bag boy. His telescope now peered through the window. She unbuttoned her jeans for his benefit.

"No. It doesn't go in the graveyard. My disintegrate spell takes it out of the game."

"The nerds must be losing their minds," Andrea reminded herself and smiled. She slipped a hand into her panties, but her tight pants deflected touch. The jeans had to go. Teeth made impressions on her lower lip when she concentrated to lift her ass and slide the pants over her hips. When they reached mid thigh, Andrea relaxed back onto the felt. Parted ruby red lips contrasted with bright white teeth and complimented rosy cheeks.

A finger slid over her panties creating a dimple above her opening. Moisture wicked into pink cotton expanding the wet spot. Her legs opened and closed as they often did with a mind of their own. Something about the motion pumped up her arousal. Her swollen labia parted as she spread herself and pressed together as she crossed her thighs. Andrea often brought herself to climax doing that.

Her knee bumped Cal's hand making him drop his cards. Nobody commented, but it broke Andrea's hypnotic rhythm. She wanted to put on a better show for the bag boy with the telescope, so she stilled her legs.

One hand returned to her breasts while the other slid into her soaked panties. Her musk filled the room. The spark of first contact at the center of her pleasure sent a shock through Andrea's body causing her back to arch. Three young men struggled not to stare as air rushed into her lungs. Arousal compounded by living a fantasy stoked anticipation for one of the rare memorable mind bending orgasms.

Focusing on her body's excitement made her surroundings disappear, and she had no sense of how long she teased herself. The panties had to go, so she pulled her knees up to her breasts and peeled the jeans over her knees until she was able to kick them off. Poor aim sent them sailing past Cal's shoulder.

"Are you going to draw or not?" Ray complained to bring Cal's eyes back to the cards.

With the pants gone, Andrea wasted no time rolling her underwear over her buttocks and down her legs. She curled into a tight ball while still on her back using outstretched fingers to extract the material from her ankles. The exertion to contort her body produced a faint sheen of perspiration accentuating her glow. The upper camera's view between her thighs captured her vulva opening in invitation.

Andrea slowed the pace by caressing her inner thighs and relaxing into a comfortable spread pose. She rubbed the soles of her feet on the table's felt bumper as fingers combed her short cropped pubic hair. Her body stiffened when she craned her neck to look at the black window. Will her fantasy admirer press his face against the glass for her so see? "No," she told herself, "he is a shy one." Leaving her head at an angle exposed her neck to the nerds.

"Get back in the game," Ray chided.

"Um - ha, your turn," Cal stammered.

Andrea slid two fingers inside her hungry body while grinding against the heel of her hand. Squeaky vocalizations heralded approaching climax. She noticed the guys no longer pretended to play cards. They watched with expressions ranging from awe to animal lust. Andrea made eye contact with Kurt whose upper arm motions betrayed rapid but discrete activity below the table. She closed her eyes to concentrate on her own movement.

"You're not getting your security deposit back," Kurt said to Cal with a head nod toward the glistening dampness accumulating on the felt below the masturbating wench. Cal didn't look concerned.

Andrea tilted her pelvis and thrust against her hand. A bead of sweat appeared on her furrowed brow. She clenched her jaw and rode the orgasmic wave. Her body could give her more, so she withdrew sloppy wet fingers with a slurp. Andrea sketched tight circles over her clitoris in time to her panting and the idle sway of her spread legs. Feather light touches above lightning singed nerves sent tingles and chills along her spine.

The guys watched Andrea's head loll and her mouth hang open in abandon as tension returned to her muscles. She flexed her buttocks and thighs. Her legs parted and closed in slow motion as her breathing grew frantic and shallow. Ripples traveled through her stomach to her breasts where they produced a sensuous bounce and sway. Half lidded eyes shot wide when her body bucked and collapsed totally spent.

She panted fearing like her lungs would never fill with air, but sublime relaxation soon calmed her to the brink of slumber.

Ray quivered like a cartoon bomb threatening to explode. Kurt gazed at Andrea's limp body with a matching look of contentment. Cal appeared forlorn and whispered, "I've never seen anything like that in my life."

Andrea opened her eyes and stretched. She produced a sheepish smile and a squeak bordering on a giggle. All she said was "help me up." She thought she would be profoundly embarrassed, but all seemed right with the world. She shrugged her shoulders disbelieving the results of her emotional inventory.

Ray disappeared into the bathroom, and Cal hid in his bedroom. Kurt showed Andrea how to lower the high tripod, so she was able to collect the memory cards from both of Ray's cameras. Andrea remained diplomatic enough not to mention the wet spots on Kurt's shirt and pants. She bounced playfully through mundane chores of dressing and retrieving her laptop. She waved goodbye telling Kurt, "Say thanks to the others for me." Her smile stretched wide enough to almost hurt.

She watched the videos many times that night when she couldn't sleep. In the morning, she sent both video streams unedited. The check Andrea eventually received paid her rent for a month, and within days of posting, her video became the post popular on the site.

The 'I Touch Myself' staff contacted her and offered more money for a video diary. They explained how telling her story would make her masturbation video even more compelling. It would give her performance emotional depth missing from a two dimensional movie. At least, that's what the woman who ran the site claimed.

The opportunity to earn another month's rent convinced Andrea, but she found it strange and difficult sitting alone on the edge of her bed looking into the camera. "I love reading, board games, and masturbating," she repeated. "I haven't found a way to get paid for the first two."

This is my third story exploring a fascination with exhibitionism (sexual expression for an audience). See "The Show Must Go on" and "Simulated Sex". If you like this one, you may like the others.

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