Something to Talk About

A camera is pointed at a lively young woman with dirty blonde hair. She is wearing nothing but a coy smile. Why is she wearing nothing? Is she about to take a shower? She is on the edge of a bed with her legs crossed. When her face is directly in view, she blushed. “Adam, put that thing away.”

“Come on. The world might end. I’ll need something kinky to keep me warm when I’m by myself in my bomb shelter.” The unseen male voices replied. He sounded both young and old at the same time.

“If this winds up on the internet, I will fucking kill you, Adam,” The young woman who I assume is Jill said.

The view gets closer to her face, and the girl known as Jill is caressed Adam’s blue pants. More importantly, she is stroked between his two legs. Something grew underneath there. It became more substantial, and Jill’s smiles grew with it. The person holding the device capturing this video was stroked Jill’s cheeks.

Adam puts down the recording device on a nearby table, and the two start putting their mouths over each other. They looked like they were trying to eat each other’s faces. Frankly, it looked disgusting to me. Why were they sucking on each other’s tongues and closing their mouths together like that? I was a bit revolted that they would exchange saliva like but at the same time deeply intrigued. Adam was cupping her head, and their tongues met and twirled in each other. The young man known as Adam groped Jill’s breasts, and it looked like he was searching her body with his hands. His hands seemed really interested in her breasts, molding it into his hands like unworked clay.

The tablet recorder was taken up again. The viewfinder looks down, and Adam is seen pulling down his pants. His penis… It looked swollen and hard. Was something wrong with it? Did he have some kind of medical condition? It had a long vein down on the side of it that looked like it was about to burst. Jill wetted her lips. Why isn’t she disgusted by that swollen penis? Jill puts her mouth on the swollen penis. She must be relieving the swelling with her mouth. The swollen penis started becoming wet with Jill’s mouth, and Jill’s head bobbed on it. She wasn’t reducing the swelling. She was only making it wetter and harder.

Somewhere deep inside, something primal sparked inside of me. I felt a twinge between my legs, but that was it. I must have been heavily breathing. I pulled the card tablet underneath my blankets and felt shame. Why was I ashamed?

Jill’s outer lips were now lined in wetness. Underneath, Jill was reaching between her legs. What was she doing there? It looked like she was jabbing it with her hands. Deep inside my gut, I felt a twinge, and I almost felt like hyperventilating. My penis felt funny like I wanted to pee but different. It was hard to explain.

A few more seconds of this, Jill just kept sucking on the head of it and stroking the long swollen member with her hands. Adam must be in some kind of pain cause he was moaning. No, it wasn't pain cause you can hear the male voice moan, "Oh yeah... that feels really good."

Jill, let go of the swollen penis and said, “Alright, turn that thing off and put your cock inside me.”

She wants him to put his cock inside of her? Where besides her mouth?

“Come on… this might be our last night.” Adam pleaded.

“No! Turn it off. Do you have a condom?”

What was a condom?

“Umm… no,”

“Adam,” Jill said with scorn.

“I’ll pull out, don’t worry.”

Adam puts the thing away, and then I see darkness as the recorder must have been turned around and facing the bed. I could hear Jill moaning, “Fuck me.” Over and over. So this was fuck? They were doing something off-camera that known as fuck and it certainly made a lot of noise. The video feed stops a bit after that, and I catch my breath.

My previous state of drowsiness was all but gone. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had just seen. What was the point of a video like that? It was hypnotic, though, I had to admit. There was something about it that compelled me to watch it again, so I did. Every time I did, it felt like I had a rush of adrenaline, my heart raced, and my breathing got short.

I got up and paced. I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with water. When I walked the corridor back to my room, I looked inside my mother’s bedroom, the door open as usual. I crept in her room, not knowing why, but I desired to see her.