Shooting in Hannah - Version Alpha

by Lubrican

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Chapter Six

I realized I was staring down at her while she stared back up at me. The phone was in my hand, but not aimed at her.

"I feel so naked," she whispered.

"That could be because you are so naked," I said.

"Nobody's ever seen me like this," she said. "Not even my girlfriends."

"Locker room?" I suggested.

"We wear towels. Nobody walks around flaunting it."

"Sleepovers?" I suggested.

"The girls I know don't have naked pillow fights," she said.

"That's too bad. You should start doing that. Naturally, I, as your official photographer, will have to document them."



"I love it when you look at me that way."

"I'm kind of fond of getting to," I said.

"Take a picture," she whispered.

"With you like that? I can see everything."

"I know."

"You have no idea how that makes me feel," I said.

"I'm feeling a little strange, too," she responded. "Take a picture."

I took a picture of her lying there, naked, her head resting on a pile of golden hair. Her breasts were flattened a little under their own weight and that dot of hair on her mons made it look like someone's crazy idea of an upside down exclamation point, the line being her pussy lips.

"Do you want to take more?" she asked.

"If you let me, I'll still be taking them when it's breakfast time," I said.

She sat up and hung her lower legs off the edge of the bed. She put her hands beside her hips. Her knees were pressed firmly together. She tossed her head and her hair flipped to fall over one shoulder.

"How's this?"

"Beautiful," I said. "I'm beginning to think it would be impossible to take a bad picture of you."

She smiled.

Then she spread her knees apart.

"How's this?" she whispered.

"What are you doing?" I groaned.

"Having fun," she said.

"You do realize this is having an effect on me," I said.

"I sure hope it is," she replied.

"What, exactly do you want?"

"I want to be able to do whatever I feel like doing and not have to worry about it."

"It sounds like you've wanted to do something like this before," I said.

"I'm a normal girl, Bobby. I've wanted to do lots of things on dates. I just refused to give in."

"I'm glad about that," I said.

"You want me all to yourself?"

"I guess I do. Is that weird?"

"Not to me. It feels ... free ... like I know everything will be fine. This is exciting, Bobby."

"It affects me, too," I whispered.

She leaned back, supporting herself on stiff arms. It thrust her chest out.

"Do you have a boner, Bobby?"

I slept in a pair of running shorts and they did very little to confine my erection. I looked down and realized I'd been hard for a while, now. The front of my shorts protruded obscenely.

"You know I do."

"Yeah," she said, smiling. "I do."

"And that makes you ... happy?"

She sat back up.

"I don't know if you can understand this, but your boner is the only one I can look at and know it's okay, that nothing bad is going to happen, that you think I'm pretty but won't do anything to make me feel threatened."

"You're right," I said. "I don't understand that. You know what a hardon means, Hannah."

"Yes I do. But this is different somehow."

"That's the part I don't get," I said.

"Can I ask you a question?"


"I've been out with lots of guys and I know some of them got that way, usually while we were making out. Steve got that way all the time. So what do guys do when a girl won't let them ... you know."

"You're asking how a guy gets rid of a boner," I said.


"I think you know, Hannah."

She looked at me and spread her legs a little further. It didn't look intentional, more like she was trying to get more comfortable.

"I want to know what you're going to do about it," she said. Her voice was low, kind of husky.

"I'm going to do the same thing all those other guys did when they got home," I said.

"Tell me."

"What's going on here, Hannah?" I asked. The phone was forgotten. Taking pictures was forgotten.

"I'm so horny, Bobby," she whispered. "I was horny a lot after going out with Steve." She frowned. Even a frowning Hannah was gorgeous, at least when she was naked. "Unless he pushed me too hard," she amended. "I couldn't do anything about it while I was out with him ... but I could take care of it when I got home."

"He did the same thing," I said. "Unless he's got a girl on the side who will let him do things."

"He doesn't have a sister," said Hannah.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I wish we'd been able to be like this a long time ago. It means I could have ..." She stopped. I could see her chest get pink and watched it move upwards into her jaw and cheeks.

I sensed she'd stopped because she was embarrassed about what she'd almost said. I wish she'd finished, because her last sentence could have been finished in a dozen ways. It didn't really matter, though, because any one of them would be great. In a fantasy way, I mean.

"What did you do when you got home?" I asked.

"To not be horny?"


"I think you know, Bobby," she said, using my own line on me.

"Wow," I sighed.

"Does that make you excited?"

"Of course," I said. "I mean I'm used to thinking about me doing that, but before this I don't think I'd have been able to envision you doing that."

"I'm normal. Most girls do it."

"Most guys do it, too," I said.

"And that's the point," she said. "I'd love to have been able to do that on a date ... but that's a big no no."

"That's not what most guys have in mind," I said.

"No, it's not. And that's not fair. If it's good enough when they get home, why isn't it enough while you're on a date?"

"You want to masturbate while you're on a date?" My voice went into a higher octave.

"Why not? It's fun. It relieves the pressure. If you get horny you could take care of that in a safe way and then go on having fun."

"That's crazy, Hannah," I said. "Nobody would want to do that."

"I wanted to. Lots of times. But I couldn't, because, like you said, the guy would think it was crazy."

"Oh, most guys would love it if you said you wanted to Jill off on a date," I said. "But that's too dangerous."

"My point exactly," she said. "It's fine for when you get home, but not on the date. That's not fair."

"Maybe not," I said, "but don't expect it to change anytime soon."

"Maybe it's already changed," she said.

I blinked, confused.

"This isn't a date, exactly," she said. "But if we get horny there's no reason to wait until we get home."

"We are home," I pointed out.

"I meant to our rooms."

I finally got it.

"You want to do it now ... here," I said.

"I'm sooo horny, Bobby. When you look at me it makes me feel powerful, pretty, confident. It makes me horny! And I know it would be amazing if I could just do what I feel like doing right now."

"Wow," I said. This was hard to believe. I knew she'd gotten excited in the past while I was taking pictures of her. We'd talked about that. But this was light years beyond teasing each other and getting turned on.

"Do you think I'm a slut, now?" she asked.

"No." It was automatic. "I could never think of you as a slut."

"Not even if I did this?"

She leaned back again, but only on her left arm this time. Her right hand came off the bed and went between her legs. I watched in awe as her index finger started going in a circle right where my internet education said her clitoris was. Then she blew me away completely by sliding that finger between her wrinkled pussy lips ... and into her pussy.

Her groan made something soothing leak through my prick.

"Ohhh, Bobby," she moaned. "I am such a slut."

"A slut would do this with anybody. Have you done this with any other person until tonight?"

"No," she gasped. Her finger was moving now, in and out, wiggling around.

"Then you're not a slut," I said.

"I'm alone, here," she panted.

"No you're not."

"All you're doing is watching," she gasped.

I swallowed. She was right. I was definitely watching.

"You do it, too," she huffed.

"Now? Here?" The concept was mind-boggling. But then this whole situation was bending my mind to the breaking point. I had to admit, though, that beating off right now would be amazing. I just knew it would.

For some reason I took the time to think about the phone in my hand, the hand I'd be using if I acceded to her wishes. I looked around, trying to decide where to put the phone. This might sound a little strange, but I think my brain was trying to concentrate on something relatively normal so I didn't just freak out. I felt like I was in one of the cars you see in the movies that hit some bump and started flipping over and over.

I decided to put it on the bed, beside her, and took a step toward her. She tensed and took in a deep breath of air. Her hand stopped. I realized my movement toward her had scared her.

"It's okay," I said. I tossed the phone and it bounced beside her. "I just had to put the phone down."

"I know it's okay," she gasped. "I couldn't help it. This is very different."

"You sure you want me to join you?"

"Yes!" she hissed.

So I did. I wasn't very elegant about it. I just shoved my shorts down to my thighs and started charming the cobra, encouraging it to spit its venom.

Her eyes were riveted to my hand. My eyes wandered all over her body, like they couldn't quite decide where to rest. She started using two fingers and spread her legs farther apart. She pounded them into her body in a way that looked like it must hurt, but all she did was moan and groan and whine and look happy.

Then she pulled her wet fingers out of her pussy and made a karate chopping hand. She lay it flat over her pussy lips and started whipping it back and forth. Her legs opened wider and her face took on a rictus of intensity that it brought the spooge out of my balls like it was powered by a rocket engine.

She whined and fell back on the bed, still mauling her pussy as I leaned back. I didn't even think about trying to catch my ejaculate, I just let it go. And go it did. The first shot must have gone three feet and I got light-headed. I jerked two more globs out of my cock before I had to either sit down, or fall down. It was amazing.

The nearest (and only, really) place to sit was on the bed beside her. I staggered over there as she went limp and her hand fell away from pussy lips that were now engorged, almost purple, and gaping open as if in invitation.

It's a good thing my cock was already softening, because I have to admit that right at that instant, I wanted to put it in her.

I was too out of it, though. I just sat on the bed and fell back beside her.

She turned her head. She was crying.

"I love you so much," she whispered.

"I'm okay! Really. It was just so intense!" she said.

I had rolled over to hug her when I saw she was crying. It was a very strange feeling to hug her like that, for several reasons. First off, my shorts were still around my thighs. Then there was the fact that while the upper halves of our bodies were lying down on my bed, the bottom halves were hanging off the edge. There was the instinct to straighten out, but if you did that you teetered a little bit. Stopping to scoot further up onto the bed seemed normal, except I didn't want to stop until I found out why she was crying. Then there was the feeling of her hot breasts pressed to my chest. That pretty much determined that, once I found out she wasn't unhappy, I wasn't going anywhere. It felt too good to stop for any reason I could think of.

But it was uncomfortable with us lying half on and half off the bed, so we eventually had to separate.

"You're sure?" I asked, for probably the fourth time.

"Stop it. I loved it. If anything I loved it too much."

"How can you love something like that too much?" I asked.

"Because I already want to do it again and I want to do ..." She stopped.

"Do what?"

We were sitting again, side by side. She didn't seem to feel any shyness about the fact she was still stark naked so I controlled the desire to stand up and pull my shorts back up to cover my now shriveled penis. My lap looked a bit odd with the cloth stretched between my thighs. It looked like I had a tray lying on my lap. She turned to look at me.

"More," she said, softly.


She stood up suddenly and paced. I don't think I had ever seen anything more beautiful than Hannah, naked, pacing. Then she stopped and faced me.

"Yes! More! That's the problem, Bobby. For yearsI've been controlling the guys I went out with, but I was also controlling myself. I've wanted to do things with some of them, Bobby. I was curious about what something might be like. I just couldn't let any of that happen. But it doesn't mean I stopped wishing I could do things."

"What does 'more' mean?" I asked. My brain was happily trying to define the word, but I wasn't sure her mind would appreciate the definition.

"What do you think it means?" she said, much too loudly for my tastes.

"Shhhhh," I shushed. "Don't get mad. I just don't want to put words in your mouth."

She came over to me and leaned over with her nose just an inch from mine. Her breasts hung enticingly in front of me.

"Words wasn't what I was thinking about putting in my mouth, Bobby," she said, softly.

"Holy crap," I gurgled.

She sat down beside me again and slumped.

"Not really," she sighed. "Except I'm confused. I mean I never wanted to give anybody a blowjob. I mean ewwww. But it's different with you. I don't understand it. Whatever I think of doing, it seems exciting, as long as it's you I'm doing it with."

I stood up and pulled up my shorts.

"Feels weird," I said.

"Just take them off," she said, carelessly.

"Not a good idea," I said.

"Why not?"

"Because for a second there, when you were having that orgasm and I was having mine, I wanted to fuck you."

Her head turned and she just stared at me.

"I couldn't, because I'd just blown my brains out through my cock and it was already getting soft," I said. "But I wanted to."

"You know we can't do that, Bobby," she whispered.

"Yes, I know that," I said. "I am fully aware of how bad an idea that would be. But if you start letting loose and exploring all those things you didn't get to do with those other guys, I'm pretty sure I'm going to want to do some exploring, too. I'm going to want to take up spelunking as a hobby."

"Cute," she said. "Spelunking. Any particular cave you want to explore first?" She arched an eyebrow.

"It's not funny," I said. "You were helpless. If I hadn't cum I don't know what I would have done. What if I'd hurt you?"

"I'm pretty sure what you're talking about wouldn't hurt," she said, her voice low.

"Listen to yourself!" I said. "You're treating this like it's no big deal, but it is a big deal!"

"I know," she said. "You want me to put on a T shirt?"

"No. That's the problem. What I want is for my cock to get stiff again so I can put it in you," I groaned. "What are we gonna do, Hannah?"

"I've controlled other guys. I can control you, too," she said. "It will be fine. What just happened was intense and we're still excited. Tomorrow things will feel calmer. I'm going to my room."

"Okay," I said.

I felt better. I really did. I was pretty sure I was going to beat off before I went to sleep, but I felt better. I'm positive it would have worked out like she said. We'd feel better in the morning, and go to school and everything would be normal again. If it ever happened again we'd be more careful and take things slower.

I'm sure it would have turned out like that.

If she just hadn't stopped to kiss me good night.

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