No. They do something better.

He had not been in Rave’s actual room before. They always hung around the videogame room instead therefore he was happy to get there. The room was actually pretty much what he expected: Flashy and colourful. The floor was covered by a fuzzy light red carpet and the walls were plastered in posters of techno merchandise, the only two he recognized being Monstercat and Tomorrowland. The room had two windows at the right hand wall, there was a palm like plant growing in a big pot in a corner, the black office table next to it had an Alienware laptop lying on top. Instead of chairs two beanbags stood on a wall, looking mostly unused. The biggest part of the room was claimed by a giant bed that was barely visible under a myriad of pink or black pillows that covered the mattress.

John stepped in and breathed in the air. It smelled like Rave, sweet with a slight note of peppermint. She closed the door behind him after she had entered as well. “You like it?” Rave asked, twirling one of the longer strands her hair around her index finger. It was a slightly nervous gesture. “It looked exactly like I thought it would.” He said truthfully. “I love it.” Rave smiled and took his hand. “Great. Now.” She guided him to the bed and pushed him to sit down. “I think I owe you some photos.”

Did she? Right! The Spectre thing, she promised him photos if they managed to spawn one before sundown. Which they did. John smiled widely. He had no camera with him but nowadays smartphones had good enough picture quality so he just pulled that out and pointed the camera at Rave.

He made a test photo to get the light quality right. Rave was smiling on it, a wolfish smile unbefitting of somebody who actually was about to get instructed. “Do some poses.” John started with a harmless order. She obliged with a wink.

First pose was her stretching. One arm reaching for the ceiling the other holding unto the elbow, upper body pushed forwards, legs straight and arse pushing back. Her loose top showed her belly button in the middle of her athletic stomach, blue jeans wrinkling slightly at the base of her legs.

Next, she lowered her arms and folded her hands behind her backs, bending forwards. Her top again gave John great insight as he was able to see her small tits confined by a white bra. She smiled broadly, her blue eyes and the pink hue that danced inside them, all betraying the fun she was having.

She then turned around and stood there with legs wide open. Hands stemmed into the slightly shifted hips, arse pushed out, head turned to glance over her shoulder, the smile now sly and subtle, hair falling down in wild patterns and curves.

Each of the pose was accompanied by the sound of John taking at least one photo. “Take your top off.” He gave the next order. Rave grabbed the lower edge of her top by crossing her arms and pulled the top over her head before tossing it backwards. It landed right next to John who was having trouble doing both, making photos and undo his pants, which had become way to tight to keep on.

Rave stood there, back still turned towards him and waited for more orders. “Pants next.” She quickly followed his orders, pulled down her legwear and kicked it aside. She fell back in the same pose as before, arse pushed out but instead of a strained piece of blue jeans he now saw the firm curation of her naked backside, only framed by the strands of a white thong.

Come to think of it her whole clothes were weirdly fitting for this and she changed immediately after school. Had she planned all this, hoping that he would stay over and they would end in this exact situation? Well, if it was true that was the best plan he ever got tangled in.

“Turn back towards me.” He instructed after taking more photos. Rave did and the clicks continued. John stroked his dick with the unneeded hand. He couldn’t resist. “Lie down on the bed.” He instructed. Rave wordlessly kept playing along and lied down on her. Upper body curved, smooth legs angled John got a wonderful shot that focused on her butt yet again. “Role over.”

She did. She looked directly into the camera. Her glossy lips were slightly parted. John could hear the sensible breaths that escaped her. Rave bit the tip of her left index finger, a teasing show. “Touch yourself.” “Finally getting sexy here.” Rave laughed, sucked on two of her fingers to get them wet and then lowered them. She pushed her hand under her thing. John could see most of what was going on, the little piece of white cloth doing next to nothing to veil Rave teasing her clit before slowly pushing her fingers inside.

John got a perfect shot of her. Eyes half closed, lips parted in a moan, face distorted in lust. That was a photo he would keep forever. “Use your second hand too.” The already strained thong cut deep depression into Rave smooth skin as it was pulled further upwards to make place for Rave now actively fingerfucking and clit rubbing herself. John took more and more photos as he kept watching, beating off himself as he kept watching. “Take of the bra.” He moaned. Rave stopped what she was doing for a moment to follow his instructions.

Her perky, pink nipples revealed she got back to work. Her body started to softly thrash on the pillows as pleasure went through her, replacing her teasing glances with eyes full of longing aimed not only at John’s eyes but his dick.

John moved closer by instinct. First, he made close up shots of her pussy, her lower lips were going red by the constant rubbing, moisture, doubtfully still saliva, were making her fingers glance in the light of the camera.

He moved upwards, slowly, taking closer up shots of her body. Finally, he arrived at her face. Her flustered cheeks and depraved eyes. He couldn’t resist and sat over her face, his dick just above her glossy, full lips. “Suck it.” He ordered. Rave did immediately.

She may not have gained an actual skill for oral sex like he did but Rave had gotten a lot better at the whole blowjob thing. She also knew exactly where his weakspots were now. She moved her head in small swaying motions, making sure that her swirling tongue could touch more of the sensitive head in her mouth.

Back and forth her head bopped. John kept making photos between groans of depravity. Rave was moaning on his dick as well as she kept masturbating. The vibrations got more and more frequent, sending shivers of tingling pleasure up his spine. Rave looked at him, directly into the camera, eyes filled with lust as she kept sucking his dick, kept pleasuring herself. Her eyes lost focus gradually until she no longer looked into the phone but merely into its direction.

Then his dick suddenly escaped her mouth and didn’t went back down. Rave, painting heavily, screamed, “I-I am cumming!” wet, quick sounds, came from behind John as she doubled her own tempo. John started rubbing himself again, he was almost there as well and there was the perfect fapping material right in front of him.

Rave’s shouted in pleasure as she came, John groaned as he plastered her orgasm face in his own seed. Loads of white gooey liquid landed across her face, soiling her eyebrow, mouth, nose and chin. His seed was running down along her face as Rave slowly calmed down. The last photo John took was her, face full of his cum, one eye closed, spooning up a bit on her slender fingers and putting it into her mouth like it was a delicacy.