Snapshot of the Life of a Dork
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
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5,595
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6
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Chapter 14
WARNING: LOTS of sexual content in this chapter. Not 17? Suffice to say, Casey and Morgana live happily ever after.
“Well, there’s, um, there’s champagne if you want some.” he says awkwardly, retreating into himself as he makes himself busy cleaning the photos off the bed.
“Oh Casey.” I say, my face falling. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to start laughing. It wasn’t anything you did. It was my own silly thought process.”
I walk over to the bed, placing my hands over his, stopping him as he’s about to pick up a photo. “The photos are lovely, Casey. This whole evening has been incredible so far. Going to the dance with you, dancing with you, and now this. You are so wonderful, Casey. Words can’t express how much I love you.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking. Please?” he asks softly, his eyes searching my face. “I want to know.”
Oh god, I don’t want to hurt his feelings. . . But, like I said, it’s hard to tell him no. . .
“Promise you won’t get mad?” I ask.
I bite my lip. Well, if he gets mad, Zeke won’t be the only one not getting laid, I guess.
“I was just wondering. . .if you were planning to leave the pictures up when we made love.” I say, fighting back a grin and just barely succeeding. “I’ve never made love with pictures of myself on the wall. I just found that funny. But I’m over it now.”
“Oh, um, I don’t have to.” he says, then looks around. “Okay, it’s kind of creepy, isn’t it? I just wanted to get a few shots of you tonight. I can take them down after that if it’s weirding you out.”
“A few shots of me tonight?” I ask, blushing. Oooh, does he mean naked?
Ahhhhhhhh, okay, I can handle that. I mean, if he does. He could just mean with my clothes on, ya know. I mean, just because he says he wants shots of me tonight doesn’t mean this will be a Playboy spread.
“Yeah sure.” I say, nodding. “Sounds great, babe.”
His eyes widen eagerly.
“Really?” he says earnestly. “You don’t mind?”
Uh oh. What have I gotten myself into? Open mind. Must keep an open mind. And besides, I trust Casey.
“I don’t mind.” I say. I smile and step closer to him, draping one arm around his shoulders and kissing him softly.
He returns the kiss eagerly, his eyes closing as his arms slip around my waist.
“You sure?” he says softly after pulling away just far enough to speak. “I mean, now that you know I’ve been obsessed with you since I was ten?”
I chuckle. “Honestly, I’m a little amazed that I was so clueless.” I say. “I can’t believe you took this many pictures of me without me even realizing. I’m embarrassed, especially since I told Zeke that you were never invisible to me.”
“Besides I’ve been drawing pictures of you since I was ten, so it’s only fair, right?” I brush his hair out of his eyes as I smile. “I love you. And feel free to continue obsessing over me.” I wink at him.
“Your wish is my command.” he says softly, then winces.
“That was cheesy, wasn’t it?” he whimpers, looking pained.
“Nope.” I say as I grin. “I liked it.”
I kiss along his jaw line and then nibble at his earlobe. “You were going to take a few pictures of me?”
“Um, yeah.” he responds weakly, melting into me. “Before you started, um, distracting me.”
I smirk. “Oh, I’m sorry.” I pull away from him as I clasp my hands at the back of his neck and watch him. “So where do you want me?”
“On the bed.” he says softly. Technically, that answers both possible interpretations of that question.
“Okay.” I grin and remove my arms from around his neck and then move over to the bed. I pause long enough to kick off my shoes -- why in the fuck did I wear heels in the first place? They’ve been killing me all night.
Then I sit down on the bed, arranging myself so that I’m sitting in the middle, leaning against the headboard.
“How’s this?” I ask.
“Um, kind of crunched up.” he admits sheepishly. “Hold on. Let me get my camera. It’s in the bathroom.”
He heads into the room in question to retrieve it.
“Okay.” I say. Eh, he can arrange me however he wants me.
While I’m waiting for him to return, I look around the room at the pictures. Wow. I wish I’d known sooner that he liked me. . .all the time we’ve wasted. . . We could’ve been dating since our freshman year or before. Wow.
Oh well. We’ve got the rest of our lives.
Suddenly, I hear a click. I look over, and see Casey grinning at me behind the camera, standing just outside the bathroom door.
Click.
He laughs.
“Your face was priceless in that one.” he says, his grin widening.
“Thank you, I think.” I say, laughing. Wow, he totally appeared out of nowhere, didn’t he?
“Okay, so this is crunched up.” I say, motioning to my position on the bed. “What were you thinking?”
“Stretch out.” he instructs, tilting his head to the side. “You, um, you have a beautiful body, but you’re always curled up when you know someone’s watching you.”
“I guess I’m just shy.” I say as I blush. Heh. He thinks I have a beautiful body. Yes!
I scoot down the bed, my skirt hiking up in the process. I ignore it as I stretch out on the bed, turn slightly onto my side and prop myself up on my elbow. “Better?”
He grins and nods, then snaps another picture before moving down to my feet to pull my dress down.
I grin, raising an eyebrow as I watch him. God, he looks so natural with the camera in his hands. We’ve all become so accustomed to seeing him around school with it either around his neck or held up to his eye, it’s become an extension of him. But there’s something very sexy about watching him take my picture.
“You are so gorgeous.” I tell him, giving him my best sultry look.
His eyebrows shoot up, and he takes another quick shot. He rounds the bed and takes a few more pictures. I’m not sure, but it sounds like he’s breathing a bit heavy.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” he says softly.
Yep, he’s breathing hard.
I shiver. Whoa. I’m not even naked yet and he’s started with the heavy breathing. I love the effect I have on him.
I hold my free hand out to him, beckoning him. “I want you, Casey.”
“Oh yeah, that’s good.” he says, snapping away. “More like that. That’s so hot. I want you too, Morgaine.”
Damn it. I want to fuck and he wants to keep taking pictures. Well, okay. I can handle that. For a little while longer.
I toss my head to get my hair out of my eyes and flash him a seductive grin as I turn over and rise up o han hands and knees. “Don’t you wanna make love to me Cas Casey?” I purr as I crawl cat-like down the bed toward him.
Oh god, I’ve been reading way too many trashy smut novels.
“Mmmmm, yeah.” he purrs in response, loosening his tie quickly before resuming the photos. “Badly. Do you have any idea how sexy you look?”
Snap snap snap snap. . .
I laugh. “Judging from the number of photos you’re taking, I’m going to guess very sexy.
I wink at him. God, I want him so much. I don’t even think the pictures on the walls will bother me too much.
“Casey.” I purr, licking my lips as I reach the end of the bed and rise up on my knees. Damn it. I’d take my dress off, but the bloody zipper is on the back and I can’t reach it.
I fumble for it, trying to twist this way and that in an attempt to grab the zipper. I end up tumbling off the side of the bed.
“Oh my god! Are you okay?!” he exclaims, setting the camera down so he can help me up. “Did you hurt yourself?!”
I laugh, feeling like such a dork. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I insist. My elbows and knees only hurt a little from where they hit the floor.
“I’m sorry. I totally ruined the moment, didn’t I?” I say as I blush.
“Shouldn’t be too hard to get it back.” he insists. “As long as you’re okay.”
“Yep.” I say, nodding. “Just my ego is bruised.”
I raise my eyebrows at him as I climb back onto the bed. Right, so dress on or off? ‘Cause he’s gonna have to help me get it off. Stupid zipper.
“I think I can fix that.” he says with a bit of a smirk, then takes my hand and kisses it. “What are you wearing under that dress?”
I grin, sighing dreamily to myself. He’s such a romantic, kissing my hand like that.
“Absolutely nothing.” I say. “Panty lines with a dress like this? Nuh uh.”
“Although. . .I’m wearing pantyhose. . .so I guess that technically counts as something.”
“Take those off first.” he instructs, his eyes hungry as he retrieves his camera. “Slowly.”
I blush, but do as he says. Oh yes, these pictures are definitely private. No one will see them but him.
Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m actually taking off my pantyhose while my boyfriend photographs it. Mmmm, kinky.
“Is this getting you as hot as it’s getting me?” he blurts out as he focuses the lens. Casey. . . has a stocking fetish? Ooooooooooookay.
I have to grin. It seems I’m learning something new about my lover every day. “Watching you is definitely getting me hot.” I say. “So yeah.”
My grin widens as I take my time rolling my stockings down my legs, grabbing the toes and tugging gently, my eyes on him the whole time.
I’ve never felt so sexy taking off my clothes than I do right now.
A moan escapes him as he starts snapping away again. Ooh! That was neat!
“God that is so hot.” he announces, licking his lips behind the camera.
Talk about a confidence booster. I’m sure I’m grinning like a jackass, to borrow a phrase from my mother.
I try to drag it out for as long as I can, but finally the last bit of stocking is being pulled away from my foot and I let the stocking drop to the floor. I wiggle my toes, grinning at Casey.
“What next, darling?” I ask, tilting my head to one side as I lean back, placing my hands flat on the bed to hold myself up.
“I, um,” he begins, then clears his throat, “have to change film.”
He grins sheepishly.
“Sorry. I never realized how phallic cameras were before.” he admits.
I laugh. “Now that you mention it, neither have I.”
I sigh happily, watching him. “I have to be the luckiest girl on thenet.net. In the universe.”
“No, that would be me.” he responds, then blinks and shakes his head a little as he realizes what he’s just said.
“Okay, I’m going to change this film and shut up.” he determines, then heads back into the bathroom.
I grin and bite my lip to keep from giggling. No reason to hurt his feelings again.
“Okay, babe. I’ll wait right here.” I say as I stretch out on the bed. I lie back and sigh happily as I cast a glance around the room again.
Yep. Luckiest girl.
I can hear him rummaging around in the bathroom, changing the film. He appears a few moments later, grinning sheepishly.
“Okay, ready.” he announces, then pulls his tie off completely and unbuttons his collar.
I grin as I sit up. “Hello, my love.”
I crook my index finger, smiling at him invitingly. To hell with more pictures. I want my Casey.
Snap. Casey takes another picture of me.
“That was hot.” he said, grinning behind the camera.
Okay. I’m going to remain calm. Patient.
“Casey,” I say as I crawl toward him, “you have a very horny girlfriend here. What do you intend to do about it?”
I sit on the very edge of the bed and lean toward him, letting him see down my dress. Hint hint.
I can see his eyebrows raise. Snap snap. Ookay, that was probably a cleavage shot.
“What do you want to do about it?” he asks, obviously getting riled up again. “Want help out of that dress?”
“Mmm, yes please.” I say, nodding as I bite my lip, winking at him.
Hmm. . .maybe me being naked will inspire him to do more than take pictures. . .
He sets down the camera with unsteady hands and moves in behind me to pull down the zipper. As he does, he starts hungrily kissing my neck.
“Can I take pictures of you. . .you know?” he breathes in my ear as his hands explore the exposed skin of my back. “Oh God Morgaine I love you so much!”
My lips part slightly and I shiver as I tilt my head to the side and back. “Of me naked?” I whisper. “I. . .sure. Okay.”
God, I love him. I think I’d do anything he asked me.
I hear him gasp and it sends a thrill through me that concentrates in my center and makes my nipples go hard. The physical signs of my excitement surprise even me a little as Casey peels the clingy red dress away from my body.
“You sure?” he confirms, practically panting. So that’s what drooling sounds like.
“Yes.” I say, nodding as I wiggle. God, I want out of this dress, like, now.
“Oh god, Casey, I love you.” I gasp.
“I love you too.” he whispers, then squeezes one of my breasts greedily before forcing himself to pull away and pick up the camera.
“Oh my God.” he says softly as he peers through the viewfinder. “You look incredible.”
I grin shyly, blushing. “You really think so?”
God, I feel so nervous right now. And why? It’s not like Casey hasn’t seen me naked before. . . It’s the camera. It’s throwing me off.
“Nobody’s ever going to see these, right?” I squeak.
“Of course not. Just me.” he insists. “If people saw these I’d have way too much competition.”
I laugh, my blush deepening. “I don’t think you have to worry about that, babe.”
kay, so I need to just relax. I was just fine being sexy with my clothes on.
“So wouldn’t you rather be touching this body instead of taking pictures of it?” I ask as I stretch out on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows. I arch my back slightly and thrust my breasts toward him, smiling coyly.
“Oooh, yeah, that’s it. Tease me.” he coaxes, grinning behind the ra ara as he takes another shot. I happen to glance down, and notice the sizable bulge in his pants.
. . .
Yikes!
“That. . .um. . .isn’t bothering you?” I ask, nodding at his bulge.
Wow. . .am I doing that to him? Whoa.
“Don’t worry about me. It’s worth the payoff.” he insists. “Come on Morgaine. You’re doing great.”
I grin. “Are you sure? I could help take care of that.” I say as I trail a finger down my body, encircling a nipple. I gasp, shivering from the sensation.
Whoa. . .where in the hell did the courage to do that come from?
Casey inhales sharply and almost drops the camera before taking another shot.
“M-more stuff like th-that please.” he stammers, his jaw slack.
I grin. Ooooh, this is interesting.
“Do you like that, Casey?” I purr as I continue to touch my breast, my eyes on him. Zeke wasn’t kidding. Voyeurism. Who would’ve guessed sweet Casey liked to watch?
God, did Delilah do this kind of thing for him?
No. . .I don’t want to know. It will ruin the mood.
He nods behind the camera and shifts a little so I’m looking right into the lens. I can see my vague, inverted reflection in the dark glass.
Click.
I blink. Wow, I never realized how bright a flash can be.
“Casey.” I moan, tweaking my nipple. “God, Casey, I want you so much. Make love to me, please.”
I lick my lips as my hand slides ly oly over my belly, my eyes on his.
I think, however, that I’ve rendered Casey speechless. He slowly lowers the camera, just staring at me. He swallows visibly and licks his lips.
I grin, suddenly giddy from his reaction. Oh my. He is gorgeous.
My heart is pounding in my chest as my hand slides lower. Okay, so I’ve done this countless times before in the privacy of my room and the shower. . .it should be a breeze, right?
I’m breathing heavily as I spread my legs, teasingly exploring my center. “Casey.” I moan.
Casey drops the camera, then scrambles to pick it up. Fortunately, the room’s carpeted.
I grin. “What’s the matter, babe?”
“N-nothing. You’re just. . .really hot!” he insists, then rubs at the corner of his mouth, almost hitting himself in the nose with the camera.
“Oh yeah?” I say, grinning. I shiver, feeling a tingle as I brush my thumb over my clit. I’d much prefer to have Casey doing this, but hey, I’m enjoying watching him.
“Yeah, I, um, didn’t think girls did this in real life.” he admits.
Click.
“It’s my first time.” I say, blushing. I stop what I’m doing, staring at him curiously. “You mean Delilah never did this?”
“What?” he responds, looking completely confused. “No! Delilah was. . . Can we not talk about her?”
“Okay.” I say, grinning. Okay. All right. I am feeling so much better about this.
“Do you like watching me touch myself, Casey?” I ask as I lie back on the bed. I spread my legs a little wider, giving him my most sluttish look as I move my free hand to my breast. I slowly rub my thumb against my nipple in circles, my other thumb mimicking the motion on my clit.
He nods stupidly, then almost drops the camera again. He sets it down next to the TV. Probably a good thing: if he keeps doing that, he’s going to break it.
I wink at him. I lift my hand from my breast and crook my finger at him. “C’mere. Lose the clothes as you come.”
He immediately starts undoing his shirt, obediently approaching the bed. He has trouble with a few of the buttons, but he manages to get it off. Hovering by the edge of the bed, he starts ung hig his pants, his eyes obviously roaming over my body. Shinghing about the way he does that makes me feel really, really sexy.
I shiver under his gaze, grinning up at him. “Oh god, Casey.” I gasp. I’m anxious for him to be naked. I want to feel him against me. I want him to touch me.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you right now, Casey?” I ask, licking my lips.
“Not as badly as I want you.” he responds, hurrying out of his pants boxeboxers. He crawls onto the bed, and he’s about to kiss me, when he suddenly frowns. . .and pulls his socks off.
I giggle slightly. He paused to take his socks off? They couldn’t have waited until after he’d kissed me?
I cup his face in my hands, my thumbs stroking his cheeks. “You are so gorgeous, Casey.” I tell him before I lean in to kiss him.
He grins as our lips touch, and then next thing I know, we’re getting tangled up in the sheets, my body urgently throbbing for release practically before we even begin. I look up at the ceiling, feeling dizzy, as Casey’s mouth latches onto one of my eager nipples. I suddenly want to touch myself again.
“Oh Casey.” I moan as I arch into his mouth, one hand settling on the back of his head. Subconsciously my other hand drifts down to the apex of my legs. I seriously need to relieve some pressure. Yowza.
He moans into my flesh as his tongue flicks at my nipple, making me jump. And I thought the last time had been good! Wow! This is way better than doing it on Zeke’s couch!
I feel incredible. I feel like there’s an electric charge buzzing through the air between me and Casey. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I wriggle on the bed, unable to keep still.
“Casey, please.” I beg, not sure what I’m pleading with him to do. I want so many things right now, but I can’t seem to give voice to even a single request beyond ‘please.’
Here’s hoping he does his little mind reading trick again.
Well, apparently he’s psychically divined that I need. . . whoo! . . . I need his tongue between my. . . oh god. . . my legs. He. . . I. . . OHMYGOD!
“Oh. . .fuck. . .Casey!” Oh wow, is that really me making those sounds? I never knew my voice could go so high.
I’m really having a hard time keeping still now. My hands are balling into fists, clutching the bedsheets and my hips are beginning to rock upward in tiny thrusts.
“Oh my god, Casey!” I cry. My eyes are threatening to close, but I fight to keep them open, watching him. Fuck. . .he’s. . .holy shit. . .very good. . . HOLYFUCK!
He wraps his arms around my thighs, gently pulling them open. It just serves to give me more leverage to grind against his face with. Hope he doesn’t mind. Nah, he doesn’t mind. . . okay, I can’t keep my eyes open anymore, and a few more seconds and I’m going to. . .
I hear myself screaming before I realize it’s me. All I’m aware of for quite a while is ecstasy searing my insides, making me shudder violently with a white hot orgasm.
My body slowly goes limp and I fall back onto the bed, breathing heavily. Oh sweet Jesus. Praise Allah and Buddha and all the other deities out there. Sex is the best thing since hot turkey and grilled cheese sandwiches.
I purr contentedly, my eyelids drooping as I just simply lie on the bed for a few moments and catch my breath. “Mmm, Casey.” I sigh, smiling.
He wipes off his face on the sheets as discreetly as he can, then slides in beside mestiesting his head on my shoulder.
“That was. . .amazing, Casey.” I say as I rest my head against his.
Would it be faux pas to take a quick cat nap? I just really feel. . .very comfortable right now. I’ve never felt like this before in my entire life.
. . .
Oh. . .wait. . .what about Casey? I came, but he hasn’t yet, has he?
“Good.” he says softly, then leans in and places a gentle kiss on my neck. I can feel his hot, urgent erection brush against my leg, and feel a responsive tightening inside me. Huh, funny how that works. Body to Morgana: give me penis.
I giggle at that in spite of myself.
“You’re giggling again.” Casey observes, getting self-conscious again. “Are you just giggly, or is something funny?”
“I think it’s a combination of both, plus a little of just plain thinking too much.” I say, grinning as I turn my head to look at him. “So, lover, what do you have in store for me next?”
Hmm. . .so much for the nap. . . I’m ready to go again.
“Anything you want.” he says, grinning in spite of himself. “I’m your slave. Boss me around.”
“Ooooooh.” I say, my eyes lighting up. “I like the sound of that.”
Hmm. . .what do I want? There’s lots of things I’d like to try, but I think I’m still a little too shy at this point. So the old-fashioned request will work.
“I’d like your cock inside me, slave.” I say as I smirk.
Then I blush. Oh my god. I just said cock. Aloud. To my boyfriend. AND called him a slave. After just having had the most mind-blowing orgasm, no less!
Casey actually giggles.
“Wow, um, okay.” he says, blushing a little. “Um. . .condom. Right.”
He crawls over me and starts diggthrothrough the bedside table. Well, somebody was thinking ahead. Someone also has a really cute tush.
And bruises and cuts up his side. . .but I’m going to try not to think about that.
I’m also going to try not to think about how painful this is going to be for him. He said he was up for this, so that means he’s okay, right? But I don’t want to hurt him. . .
I try to concentrate on his tush. It really is cute. I grin and lightly pinch his tush.
He jumps a little, then looks back at me and grins before sliding back over me, condom in hand.
“How many of these things do you think we can go through tonight?” he asks, then winks at me. “Mistress.”
I shiver, then grin at him. “That depends on how many you brought.” I wink back at him.
God, is it really wrong for me to love the way he says ‘Mistress?’ It makes me all tingly.
“I think there’s twelve in that box.” he says as he opens the package. “I wasn’t taking any chances.”
“Wow.” I say, watching him curiously. Can we really use all twelve in one night? Hmm. . .might be interesting to try.
And I know we agreed we weren’t going to talk about Delilah anymore, but I can’t help wondering how many he went through in one night with her. . .
I smile at him. “I love you, Casey.”
I am going to make him forget he ever had a crush on Delilah. In fact, I’m going to make him forget he ever even met the heinous bitch.
To that end, I sit up and drape an arm around his neck. I kiss him passionately, my other hand reaching out to take the condom from his hand. I’m not going to get nervous. I’m not going to think, I’m just going to act on instinct. Somewhere inside me is a sexual wildcat waiting to be unleashed.
“I love you too.” he mumbles into my mouth, pulling me against him by my hips as he rolls onto his back. Whoa, um, I’m on top. Okay. I can do this.
No problem. Take the condom out of the little package. Give boyfriend a perfect sultry look and then begin to put condom on him, being sure to take my sweet time, teasing both of us. Anticipation makes it so much better, I’m learning.
“Oh god, Casey.” I whisper. “You’re perfect.”
“No I’m not.” he insists, smiling a little.
“To me, you are.” I respond, winking at him. I lean down and kiss him.
Suddenly I’m really nervous about being on top. What if I mess up? What if I do something really pathetic and stupid? But hey, new experience, right?
Okay, so the first step would probably be to get him inside of me. Right. So I’m just going to spend a few moments just simply kissing him. Get myself psyched up, you know?
“What’s wrong? You’re tense.” he observes, taking hold of my arms. Gee, is it that obvious?
“I’m not tense.” I protest. Then I bite my lip. “Yeah, okay, maybe I am. I’ve never done this before, Casey. I just. . .don’t want to disappoint you. I want this to be perfect.”
“You. . .ohhh, you mean. . .well, we don’t HAVE to.” he stammers. “I just thought. . .if you’d rather. . .we can do it the regular way.”
Damn it. See, this is what I was worrying about. Disappointing him.
“No, I want to, Casey.” I insist. “I mean, I think I know what to do. I’ve read, but actually doing it is something completely different.”
I blush. “I’m talking too much.”
How hard can it be?
“No, if it helps, you’re talking just enough.” he insists, grinning. “Come on, let’s switch. We can always change positions later, right?”
“Right.” I say, hoping I don’t sound too relieveWhooWhoo, pressure’s off me for a little bit. “You’re not mad, are you?”
“God, Morgaine, why would I be mad?” he asks, frowning curiously.
“Because I’m a dork.” I mumble, blushing.
“Yeah, well, I’m a nerd, so we’re perfect for each other.” he counters as he starts easing me onto my back.
I grin, already feeling better. There are very few people in this world who can turn my mood completely around just by speaking. Casey’s one of . Z. Zeke is the other.
“I love you so much, Casey.” I say as I gaze up at him adoringly.
“I love you too, Morgana.” he says softly. “But shhh. No more words. At least for a while. We don’t need them.”
With that, he kisses me.
And we live happily ever after. . .
~Finis~