Page 79 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“Good advice.” I nod, absently. “I guess I just want her to know I want more than sex. I’m worried that she might think it’s all I care about.”

“Definitely a good thing to worry about. I’m afraid I’m not much help there. Hypersexual idiot here.” He raises his hand sheepishly and I chuckle. “I’m all about sex on the first, second, third, fiftieth date.”

“We didn’t fuck after the first date.”

“That’s good. Leave her wanting more.”

I throw my head back and groan.

“I almost want to stop working together until we- until I can-” I’m not sure how to finish the thought.

“Well I don’t know why you’re talking to me and not her.” He shrugs and returns to his snack.

“Super helpful, thanks, man.”

Ihaveto edit today. I’ve been putting off cutting new footage together from the last couple of weeks, unable to focus. Motivated by my phone nearly vibrating its way off my desk with responses to my latest post, I plant my ass in front of my computer and pull up some footage from a scene with a local couple from two weeks ago.

In the video, the boyfriend and I used his girlfriend like a toy. It was incredible and I know it’ll sell well. As I edit, cutting out discussions about changing positions or the time the woman needed us to pause for a moment, the urge to stroke myself becomes impossible to resist.

I work through the footage, working my cock at the same time. I fucking love this job.

My phone buzzes again with a single notification and I smile. A certain adult actress has commented on my post about editing a new clip.

She ends her message with a GIF of a woman fanning herself.

I grin and like the message, then return to editing.

It takes three hours to finish the video which ends up being nearly an hour in length. I add my opener to the beginning, my logo as a watermark in the corner, and then export the final product to my external hard drive for safe keeping. Next, I create a thirty-second teaser.

Once the teaser and final video are finished, I set about the tedious task of uploading the video to all of my pages for publication at the beginning of October. Nothing like a slow upload to a clip site to make my dick soft. I don’t understand how it takes some sites forever and others just a minute or two to upload a video.Get it together, people. On top of that, they have the audacity to take 20-40% from the content creators that use them.

Fucking thieves.

After Topher and I talked yesterday, I feel even more confused about how to proceed with Sophie. But she asked me to come over to film this afternoon and I’m not about to pass up a chance to have her to myself.

She opens the door before I can knock and I smirk.

“Couldn’t wait to see me, hm?”

“Well, we’ve got work to do.” Her amber eyes are sparkling.

Her hair is set in the usual soft curls, framing her face, and she’s wearing a simple pair of cotton shorts and a plain black t-shirt. I’d love to see her in one of my T-shirts. The thought of it stretching across her breasts makes my dick twitch.

Down boy.

“Oh, we do?” I raise an eyebrow, stepping inside. This time, she leaves me to close and lock the door and immediately heads upstairs.

“Of course. I have some new ideas we can work on.” Sophie’s still talking when I reach the top of the stairs, hot on her heels. “I was editing our first video and there were some moments I’d like to recreate. I thinkthey’ll do really well.”

She falls silent when I gently grab her hand, not enough to pull her to a stop, but she does so anyway. I lick my bottom lip when Sophie turns to face me. The amber in her eyes is barely visible, her pupils so dilated.

“I have a question for you.” My voice is low and raspy.

“You gonna ask me out again?” Her tone matches mine as she tilts her head to one side. She’s still standing a foot away, our arms outstretched slightly between us.

“Yes, but that’s not what I want to ask.”

I step closer, moving my hand from hers and sliding it up her wrist, her forearm, all the way to her shoulder. My touch drifts across her collarbone and then to her throat before I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, beneath her hair.

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