Chapter 2

Mary seemed to still be riding the high of her earlier performance when she gracefully strode through my room to sit next to me on my sister’s chair which was still in my room.

“So, what’s next? I can’t believe I did that! I snuck up behind you and watched you watching me. There’s no way that’s me on the screen, she’s much hotter than I am. What’s this watch thing for anyway?” She seemed unable to slow her thoughts and they were pouring out of her mouth in real time.

“Slow down” I tried to calm her. “First, I’m going to cut and edit the video. The software has already adjusted the feed and recording with your changed hair and freckles and stuff. I put some on your shoulders as well although they may be hard to notice. That way the edits are in the original file and no one will be able to tell it’s been changed.”

“Then what?”

I laughed at Mary’s exuberant energy. “Then I apply a filter so the video looks like it was shot with a phone camera.”

“If you’re going to do that, why didn’t we actually shoot with a phone?”

“The camera I used connects with my computer better and lets us use the software to change your hair and stuff. It also lets us use the good mic instead of the one on a phone. We will reduce the video quality a bit so it looks self-shot but we want the sound as good as we can make it.”

“Really? The sound?”

“Yup” I replied. “Listen to this.” I didn’t know if she would get the same rise out if it that I did but I jumped the recording to just before her orgasm and cut the video, just playing the sound. As the Mary coming through the speakers vocalized her passion my flagging erection once more firmed up. I looked over at Mary and her eyes were huge with disbelief.

“That’s me? Holy shit!”

“Yeah, we don’t want to lose that. The sound really makes the whole thing.”

“Then you post it on the website?”

“Not yet. The site isn’t quite complete yet.”

“It’s not?” Mary looked puzzled. “I thought you made it last week.”

“No, for one we need to pick a name, then I need to register for the URL.”

“Leave me out of the computer stuff but let me help with the name.”

“Ok, I’m terrible with names anyway. That’s part of why I haven’t created the site yet.”

Mary paused for the first time since she surprised me at my bedroom door as she thought. She lightly tapped her fingers against her thighs as she thought it through. “I’ve got it” she eventually exclaimed. “Intimate Moments!”

“We can use that. Let me just check and see if it’s already taken.” I quickly typed our prospective new name into the search bar of my browser and thankfully got a page not found error. “Perfect” I said. “I’ll register for it now.”

“Then you post the video?” Mary seemed to be really excited to get herself out there. It was quite a change from the previous week.

“Eventually, after uploading the site I created. Also, this isn’t going to be the first video people are going to pay for anyway.”

“It’s not?” Now Mary looked confused.

“No, this one’s going to be advertising. The next one is where you start making money.”

“How are we going to advertise? Is there a listing of sites like this somewhere?”

“I’m sure there is a list but we’re going to use the free porn sites instead. I’ll post your video with a link to the website and then list the site again in the comments.”

“Oh. That works? Why would they pay if they can see the video for free?”

I turned to face Mary and explained, “that’s why we want there to be a progression. Even if someone sees one video, they’re going to want to see the next, then the next after that.”

“I see, how many of these do you think we have to make?”

“I’m thinking three a month.”

“For how long?” Mary began looking a little anxious.

“I don’t know for sure? Until you’ve made enough money?”

Mary groaned and seemed to slump in her chair. “I’m going to die” she lamented.

“What? Why?”

“I’m still tingling and still want to rub and I’m going to feel like this for months!”

I tried to stifle a laugh at that. “Well, there’s going to be a week off every time you’ll be on your period. You can relax then.”

Mary glared at me, “sure. Relax on my period. You’re such a male.”

“You will be getting relief on Saturdays as well” I added.

“It’s not much relief! As I said, I still want to rub and get off!”

“Well, it’s Saturday and we’ve already recorded, there’s no reason you can’t today.”

Mary scoffed. “If I try and lock myself in my room my mom will have a fit.”

“Well, you could do it here” I offered. “Not here, here, but in my sister’s room.”

“Really” she perked up.

“Yeah, just leave the watch on.”

“What’s with the watch anyway?”

“I’ve loaded it with an app that will record your physiological responses as you near and have an orgasm. That way, during the week, I can have it sound an alarm when you’re getting too close while you edge.”

“So, I don’t have to keep track?”

“No, you will just have to listen for the alarm.”

Mary stood and swiftly strode towards the bathroom door and on towards my siters room, a big grin on her face and parted with, “I’ll be back, later.”

I heard her close the door to the bathroom on my sister’s side and I closed my own door. I was worked up enough that I didn’t need to be hearing Mary pleasure herself in the other room. It was easy enough to apply a filter to the video and cut it where I wanted. I was putting the finishing touches on the new site now that we had a name when I began hearing Mary through the bathroom and two closed doors. I quickly saved my work and retreated downstairs.

I knew that I would be masturbating myself to visions of Mary’s video that night, if not the video itself, but somehow it felt like getting off to Mary’s live exclamations would be an invasion of her privacy. Mary in front of the camera was a performer, whatever she was doing now was private.

Mary was gone for quite a while. I didn’t have anything to do so ended up washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. I eventually ended up in the main living room, sprawled on the couch watching some sportsball event on TV. That’s where Mary found me when she returned.

“Darla Smith” she stated with no context after sitting on the love seat that was at right angles to the couch I was draped on.

“Huh” I replied.

“My porn name. I was thinking about it while I was upstairs. I’m going to need a pseudonym and Darla Smith is what I want to use.”

“Ahh, that make sense.” I looked over at Mary. She was back in her skirt and shirt combo and looked much more relaxed than she had earlier. It was getting close to noon; Mary had been in my sister’s room for quite a while so I offered, “sandwich for lunch?”

“That would be great! I’m starving.”

“You look like you’re feeling more collected” I offered.

“I had a wonderful rest” Mary giggled back.

I turned off the TV and we returned to the kitchen. While I was putting cold cuts on bread Mary picked up our conversation from earlier. “Three videos a month you said? I assume you have a plan for them as well?”

“Yeah. One of the rules? Guidelines? Whatever, one of the keys to building a loyal fanbase is to have regularly scheduled content so that people know when something new is coming out. I think we should put one new advertising video up on the free sites a month. That same day we should put up a new pay video on the website. Two weeks later we should add the second video of the month to the pay site as well.”

“And all of these videos will transition to more explicit content as time goes by?”

“Well, not the free ones, I think. There we should keep you clothed but maybe different styles of outfits. A light sundress or maybe just an extra-long t-shirt. We can raid my sister’s closets.”

“What about the pay videos? What will we be doing next week.”

“How do you feel about just your underwear? Not lingerie but something cute?”

“I’m not sure I have anything cute like that. My mom comes with me to buy all my clothes and she wouldn’t go for something like that.”

“I have a little money. We can go to the mall.”

“People will talk if they see us buying underwear together, it is a small town.”

“You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll get some cash from the bank and give it to you on Monday.”

“You would trust me just like that?” Mary looked startled.

“I mean, yeah? Why wouldn’t I? It’s just money. I feel like you’re trusting me with much more.”

Mary was taken aback for long enough that I finished making our sandwiches and placed one along with a glass of water in front of her. “Thank you, Dave. Seriously.”

I could feel her sincerity and could only respond, “you’re welcome.”

It wasn’t long before I was driving Mary home. Before we arrived, I reminded her that I had updated the watch and she just had to listen to it.

“Oh god” she moaned. “It’s going to start again tonight!”

While Mary had her “homework” for the videos I had work of my own as well. I needed to find a host for the website. It needed to be cheap but have the possibility to greatly expand if the site took off like I thought it might. I had been burned once before, with my streaming, by putting the cart before the horse which is why I wanted a cheap small host to begin but Mary was much more exciting than I would ever be.

In addition, I wanted to research prices and sales schemes. After looking around a bit I thought Mary would need somewhere around $40,000.00 a year for tuition, housing, books, food, and everything else she would need. That’s if she went to the big in-state school where she could claim residency. Looking at a few of the bigger out of state schools it seemed most would require an additional $30,000.00. If she wanted to go to a private school the sky was the limit.

She wouldn’t need the full amount right away though. The plan was to create a sustainable income stream. With that in mind I thought that we could try to start with a $10.00 a month subscription and let users lock in that price as long as they had a current subscription. As Mary’s popularity grew, we could increase the fee for new members.

In addition, if things took off as I hoped, maybe we could get advertisers for her site. That would be one more benefit of not using Allfans as the host and distributor. Maybe in the future we could work out a deal where Mary would sample or test drive a toy or three and get some more income that way.

There was so much to do and I kept getting distracted by visions of how sexy Mary was in my head that I finally gave in and finished myself off rewatching her video in the hopes that I would be able to concentrate afterwards. I had seen a lot of porn and had been masturbating to it for years but that Saturday night I orgasmed so hard that I hit myself in the face while sitting at my computer.

After cleaning myself up I was finally able to get some real work done and I had Mary’s site, Intimate Moments, up but not live before I went to bed. It had only been a few hours since the last time but I masturbated to Mary, this time in my imagination, before I fell asleep.

I didn’t know how much underwear cost so I pulled $200.00 out of the ATM on Sunday to give to Mary. I really hoped that her site would take off quickly as I didn’t have a huge amount of savings but I had all kinds of ideas of costumes I thought would be great on Mary.

On Monday morning Mary caught up with me before classes even started. She bounced up to me, grabbed my arm, and whispered in my ear, “I’m already feeling it!”

I pulled the envelop I had prepared from my pack and handed it to her. Making sure there was no one in earshot I whispered back, “the edging?”

“Yeah. It’s like I’m permanently aroused all the time and its only Monday!”

“Do you think you’re building on last week? Do you need to slow down?”

“I think it’s your infernal watch.”

I didn’t think it would have that much effect so I asked, “how?”

“You programed it too well. It takes me much closer to orgasm before beeping at me than I had been taking myself. It’s sooo frustrating! Every time it beeps, I want to scream because I can almost feel the impending orgasm. It’s right there! Like I could reach out and grab it. Ten more, no, five more seconds and it would be bliss but instead I have to stop.”

“Wow” I exhaled. I could feel myself stiffening just picturing what Mary was putting herself through. “Um, do you want me to adjust it?”

Mary paused for a second before shaking her head no. “Let’s try this out this week. I’m pretty sure I can last the week and if last week is anything to go by it’s going to make Saturday extraordinary!”

I nodded back at her and replied, “ok. Let me know though, you can come over any day after school and I can change the settings.”

“Thanks” Mary said. She hugged my arm that she was still clutching for a second then scooted off to class.

Other than the two times Mary had joined me in the previous few weeks I usually ate lunch by myself. I wasn’t popular and didn’t really have any friends at school. I would pull out a book and read while eating. Most often it was an old science fiction paperback from my dad’s collection. Thankfully our school didn’t have any of the hard-core bullies I had heard about or seen in fictional high schools and I was mostly left in peace.

Mary definitely changed things. I’m not sure where she sat before but starting that Monday she sat next to or across from me every day. Surprisingly, we didn’t talk much about our joint project. There would be a short comment from Mary about how she was feeling, generally wet and wanting, and how much she was looking forwards to Saturday then we would switch topics.

She was curious about the novels I had, not being allowed to read either fantasy or science fiction by her overbearing parents. I offered to loan her a novel or two but she declined. She said that she wouldn’t be able to hide it from her mom and it would end up confiscated. Other than that, we talked about school, teachers, other students, and homework. It was light and inane and it quickly became the highlight of my school day.

Before long it was Saturday once more and I was picking Mary up at 9:00 in the morning. She had been glowing all week although she seemed not to be as fidgety as she had during the first week of edging. That morning brought it to a whole new level. The look on her face as she buckled herself into my passenger seat was completely wanton. She was aching to get off and it made me ache to see her do it.

“Glass of water before we start?” I doubted my offer would be taken but it seemed like the polite thing to ask.

“Nope.” Mary exaggerated her “p” and headed straight up the stairs. “Other than my panty and bra set costume did you have an idea on how we would set up today?”

“I did” I offered. Instead of heading to the bedrooms I let Mary to the common area I shared with Amy. There I already had the camera set up just in front of the TV and focused on the couch. The mic was actually dangling from the light fixture above where Mary’s head would be but out of view of the camera. On the couch I had a pair of my sister’s cut-off jeans shorts which had an even shorter inseam than the running shorts Mary was in last week. In addition, I had laid out a grey t-shirt Amy would use to go to the beach. It had an abstract design in black on the front and was as cut off as well. It came down to mid-torso on Amy but I was expecting to ride much higher on Mary.

Mary picked up the clothes and grinned at me, “I take it I’m starting in these?”

“Yup” I answered. She sashayed through my bedroom and into the bathroom to change. When she returned, she looked amazing. Her hair was still up in a pony-tail which matched the feel of the clothes she was in. As expected, a vast expanse of her taut stomach was bare. The bottom of the shirt was rolled a little as it had no hem to hold it down. It also hovered out from her torso, thrust forward by her protruding breasts.