Suddenly I had to exhale... I'd been holding it in, as I always did while I came. That seemed to signal "the end" for Lily. She stopped moving and rolled off me, and began catching her own breath. "Wow," she said. "We are definitely doing that again." She turned to look at me and added, "Right?"

I nodded. "Not right away, though."

She smiled at me. "But it was pretty good, right?"

"It was..." I was at a loss for words. "Incredible," I finished. It seemed like that description fell far short.

"And hey, now we're not virgins." She propped herself up on one elbow and felt for something among the sheets. Finally, she found her camera. "And I have some great shots for my page."

The page. I still didn't feel right about it, even if I got into taking the pictures in the moment, I knew it was a bad thing, a time bomb waiting to explode. Her friends page was full of perverts led by a Russian guy named Serge who had taken an innocent girl exploring her sexuality and brainwashed her into becoming masturbation fodder for God only knows who. I couldn't just let it be.

While I tried to figure out how to broach the subject, Lily climbed off the bed and walked around, looking down at herself, at her pussy. Suddenly, she rose one leg and put her foot on the radiator near my window, and aimed the camera directly at her slit. I rolled on my side, instinctively pulling the covers over myself. "What are you doing?" Thankfully, my blinds were closed, as they almost always were. If they weren't, there was a chance somebody could see her through the window.

"Taking the 'after' pictures," she explained patiently, as though I should have guessed. I probably should have. She massaged the flesh around her pussy, and complained, "I was hoping more of your cum would come out. You can barely see anything." It seemed to me that a lot actually had come out. I could see glistening along the top of her thighs, and there was certainly a puddle around my crotch that had flowed out as she slipped off. Maybe she was expecting more of the creamy white color. She snapped another picture, looked at it, and shrugged. "Next time can you pull out and squirt some of it on the outside?"

"Look, about these pictures?"

"You agreed," she said, a little pout on her face. "You don't get to tell me what to do."

"I'm just trying to give you some advice. This kind of thing can ruin your life... it can be dangerous. Not just for you, now."

"I'm not going to tell on you," she said. Her leg dropped back to the ground, but she stayed where she was, like she didn't want to look at me.

"That's not what I'm worried about." At least, it wasn't all I was worried about.

"I know there are risks, but I'm being careful. Anyway, you don't have to worry about me, you're not my boyfriend or anything."

"Maybe not, but I care about you, and I am worried. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Yeah, well, just drop it, okay?" she said softly, even a little sadly. "I appreciate the advice but I've got this." Then her face brightened, and she said, "Do you mind if I grab another drink? Sex really does work up a thirst."

It was a transparent attempt to change the subject, but I let her have it for now. "Go ahead." How do you talk somebody out of a dangerous course when they're sure they're going to be okay? At least, how do you do it without sounding patronizing or condescending? I'm sure Lily wouldn't react well to that.

She tottered off, still buck naked, into my little kitchen area, and returned with another fruit punch. "So, I was thinking," she said after her first sip. "We usually only ever see each other on Mondays, Wednesdays, or Fridays, right? I guess you're busy the other days?"

"I have late classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, yeah."

She nodded. "Okay. So how about this... on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I'll just come here after school and wait for you. We can have some fun before I have to go home. I mean, I may not be able to come every time, but if I can, I'll come and wait for you outside your apartment."

"Okay," I agreed. My drained prick stirred briefly at the thought of having her three days a week. Then, I worried about neighbors seeing her. "Did anybody see you waiting when you were here Friday?"

She shook her head, and anticipated my worry. "But if anyone does, I'll just tell them you're my cousin, and that you're watching me after school." She grinned for a moment, and added, "I'll even act all sulky and disappointed." She put on a little half pout, and then went to put the bottle down on a table. Immediately after, she crawled back on the bed and towards me. "So, are you ready to go ahead for our second time?"

I groaned. "Almost. Maybe give it a few minutes." I probably could go right away, if I tried, but I wanted to be sure, I didn't want to suddenly go limp on her.

"Maybe I could give it a little help..." she offered. She pulled back the sheet and uncovered me once again as I got on my back. While I no longer had a full, rigid erection, I was definitely getting aroused again, I had some length and heft, but it was a little floppy. She grabbed it and wiggled it back and forth, almost hard enough to cause pain, but thankfully she stopped short of that.

Instead, she shifted a little on the bed until she could pop about half of my penis in her mouth. There it grew as her lips formed a seal on it, and her eyes looked up at me over my belly. While it wasn't as tight as her hole, it was warm and the gentle suction felt wonderful. Suddenly, she let me drop out of her mouth. "Hold on," she said, and left the bed once more.

I should have guessed, she returned seconds later with her camera, which she'd left on my kitchen counter. She thrust the camera towards me as she got back in the same position and filled her mouth once more. When a girl's sucking your cock and wants you to take a picture, you take a picture. There's really no decision about it, at least not for me.

After about half a minute of this, she seemed to suddenly get the idea to move her tongue, and that made it so much better. Soon I was almost as stiff as when I first saw her undress. She pulled off and asked, "Do you want me to keep sucking for a while? Or should we fuck again?"

Both options sounded good. "Which do you want?"

She spoke breathily, "I want your cock inside me again."

I guess that could have been a vote for either option, but I interpreted it in the way I thought she meant, which was also the option I preferred. I pulled myself into a seated position. "Okay then, but I don't want to be on the bottom this time."

She grinned and crawled on her hands and knees. "We showed off my front last time, we could do it doggy style this time, show off my ass." She wiggled it a little. "Or should we save that for anal?"

I've already mentioned that I was in love with the shape of her ass, above all her other parts, so the thought of taking her from behind, my fingers sinking into that tight but yielding flesh, was appealing as hell, but for some reason I hesitated. Maybe it was just a desire to save it for later. I'm also the kind of guy who eats the favorite parts of my meal last. Or maybe it was her mention of anal. I'm a little squeamish about it, despite all the hype, and if I was staring at her ass while fucking her, then it might be all I could think about. Whatever the reason, I said, "Nah, get on your back."

Lily obliged immediately, rolling over and spreading her legs apart. I drew up close to her on the bed, face to face, close enough to kiss her on the lips if that wasn't against our rules. Although I didn't think of it consciously, I guess I had some idea of trying to take the exhibitionism aspect out of the equation, that sex could still be fun if I wasn't staring at her while we did it, if I wasn't ready to take pictures for others to see, if we just had our bodies pressed together and enjoyed the way it felt.

She scooted backwards. Not a lot, and not like she was scared, but enough to rise and rest on her elbows, which made me also draw back. Whether her move was conscious or not, it, combined with the way her gaze was focused at where we would be joined, sent a message... viewing distance was important. I could have pressed forward again, she would have run out of bed eventually, but decided not to push my luck yet. Besides, my attention had been caught by her chest. The way she was, belly almost horizontal but upper torso inclining upwards, it gave her more of a hint of boobs. Not big ones, but the shape was there more than ever before. When she lay on her back, what she had seemed to melt away and she looked flat.

I reached out with one hand to lay there, on that developing breast, and when I felt the smooth skin, felt compelled to give it a little squeeze. It was soft, yielding just a little before I felt her breastbone underneath, and an insane belief I might break her made me hold back from squeezing any harder. Lily didn't look hurt, she just smiled at me. My thumb drifted a little, until it found her nipple, sticking up.

I wondered how it would taste, and then realized I didn't have to wonder. She'd given me permission, at least for that. So I leaned down and gave it a little kiss, my tongue extended just to the edge of my lips. She shivered at the contact, although I wasn't cold, and I heard her inhale. The taste wasn't anything to speak of, a little like mild sweat, not unpleasant but nothing memorable either, but that soft gasp will remain with me always. I kissed along from one nipple to the other and let my hand drift down between her legs, where it was very wet, but I didn't get to enjoy her long before she giggled and said, "I thought we were going to fuck again..."

The way she said it, I had to take it as a hint, rather than just surprise. I guess she wanted to get right to it. I guess that's the dream of a lot of guys, a girl who has no interest in foreplay, but I was kind of enjoying the sensual tease. I think she liked what I was doing too, and I didn't understand why she'd want to cut it short, but I was pretty hard, so I was ready to indulge her. I repositioned myself so that my dick was once again poised at the slick entrance to her hole. She watched me slide the head up and down it, and then started looking around, and I realized she was looking for the camera.

With an unvoiced sigh in my head, I grabbed it from under a fold in the cover, and took a series of pictures as I entered. After that I concentrated less on photography and more on action, sliding in and out. Last time it was mostly her show, controlling the pace, but this time I led. I kept the camera clutched into one hand, mostly to reassure Lily that I might use it again, even though I didn't plan on taking any more pictures unless she asked.

I took it slowly for the first few strokes, but then began steadily building in speed. It felt wonderful being inside her, not just the tightness and warmth, but also the sensation of... closeness. It was new, but it felt disturbingly normal... like it was the natural state for me, and I'd just been incomplete all my life before when I wasn't fucking her. I hadn't noticed it the first time, but this time, the sense of desperate urgency wasn't there and I could feel the connection between us.

The connection was physical, but not entirely emotional. The artificial nature of what we were doing could never be forgotten, and in fact was only further emphasized by Lily's porn-movie patter. This time around, her repetitions of, "Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard, give it to me" were less charming and just reminded me of the thing that kept us apart... the Audience. It was like she couldn't just let go and enjoy it, she always had her Audience in the back of her mind.

That was hammered home when, after about a minute or so of vigorous thrusting, her cries stopped and she said, more seriously, "Don't you think we should get this on video? Pictures don't really cut it, you know, for my friends?"

I slowed, almost to a stop. "I'm really not comfortable with that."

She frowned just a little and said, with a sigh in her voice, "Fine..." After a moment of disgruntled silence, she began moving into me again, and moaning, but the illusion, fragile as it was to begin with, was all but shattered.

That inspired me to action. I really wanted her to enjoy this, at least as much as I did, and I figured I had two choices. Either I could give in to her demands and find out how to record video, or I could try to give her my very best. Of course, for somebody who was a virgin before that day, that was a tall order, but I wanted to try to break her of this exhibitionism thing, not feed into it.

The only thing that came to mind, aside from simply being more energetic, was my earlier idea to try to push the closeness, the physical connection, the part that made the experience not just exciting but sublime. So, as I thrust, I also leaned into her, endeavoring to put as much of my skin in contact with as much of hers as I could, practically enveloping her, pinning her and putting my face a hair's breadth from hers. I could have kissed her, thought about it, but it was against the rules and might well freak her out, but our faces touched at the side.

That position made thrusting a little slower... it was hard to get the leverage I needed, but it felt like I went deeper, too... probably just my imagination. The song playing in the background was better, at least, even if it was a cover I didn't recognize, probably by those kids from Glee or something.

Lily didn't respond quite how I imagined, her eyes closed and her porn-star cries started to slowly die down. For a moment I worried I might be hurting her, especially when I felt her shifting under me, like she was trying to get away, but her legs held me tight and I soon realized her hands were trying to find mine, and when one did, she squeezed it tight. By this point, her vocabulary had shrunk to the word "yes," repeated softly and infrequently. Finally she grew completely silent and, after a moment where her hole clenched around me in what felt like a vice grip, she slumped, like she'd turned into jelly. I still held her hand but I was doing most of the work. I continued thrusting, but more slowly, the pre-cumming sensation was creeping up on me, but I wanted to savor it. Cumming the second time in a row, nearly, the sensation is much less intense but longer lasting, and I hovered in a pleasant haze for almost a minute before I released into her.

This time I had to roll away first, catching my breath. We were quiet for a long time, before I finally spoke. "You okay?" Maybe I had hurt her.

She nodded. "Yeah. Just... that was good." Her lips parted in a wide smile, showing teeth.

I returned the smile. "The first time wasn't?"

"It was, but this was better. Like, loads better."

I had to ask. "You didn't have an orgasm the first time, did you?"

"No. It felt great, don't get me wrong, I mean I loved it, but..." She trailed off. "That second time, though... whew."

I suppose if there was a good way to find out the girl you were with faked an orgasm it's because the second time you managed to give her a real one. "Well, I'm glad I could give you at least one. I mean, I got two."

"Girls don't cum as easily as guys," she said, as though passing down received wisdom from some sex education expert, or maybe just schoolgirl gossip. "It's not a competition. Besides, the first time got me most of the way there." Then she giggled. "But I'm glad I got one too." She bit her bottom lip a little, and it was a perfect moment until she spoiled it by adding, "You know what would have made it even better, though? If we did it on video."

I grimaced. "Lily..."

"I know, I know," she said. "You're not comfortable. But even if your face wasn't in it? It could be like P.O.V. Porn."

"I'd rather not."

"Yeah. I figured you'd say that," she said, as though resigned to it. Then she smiled. "But I'm going to keep trying to change your mind." She looked down at herself. "Shit, you forgot to leave some cum on the outside."

"Right," I said, looking down at her mound. "Sorry.'

"I guess we'll try to remember for next time. Or maybe the time after next time." I must have given her a puzzled expression, because she explained. "Well, next time, we have one more virginity to take care of. How long before you're ready again?"

My cousin was insatiable, it seemed. And a bit of a freak. "Today?" I let out an involuntary groan. "I don't know, half an hour at least, but..." I was going to suggest we put it off for another day, but she interrupted me again.

"It's okay if you're not as big and hard as normally, that works better, right?"

"I guess so..."

"Okay, so, we have at least half an hour to kill... got anything to eat?"