Chapter 3

Mary was waiting in ambush at school. She attached herself to my arm and squealed with glee, “One hundred and sixty-two!”

I took it upon myself to be a pedant, stuck my nose up in the air and replied, “one only uses the word “and” in place of a decimal when speaking a number. What you meant was one hundred sixty-two, no “and”.”

She took the opportunity to blow a raspberry at me, “fine, but that’s $1,620.00 for us!”

“Almost, don’t forget the five percent the bank is taking.”

“Oh, yeah. It doesn’t really matter though. It’s only been one day! This is going to work!”

“It sure looks like it. The only issue for you will be deciding where you want to go. I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to afford just about anywhere. Have you thought about Cambridge? Can’t get much farther away than that!”

Mary’s face held the most peaceful smile as she thought about it. “Maybe Tokyo University. I remember hearing that they accept some English-speaking students.”

When we split up for class Mary all but skipped away, she was so happy. My mind had not really been on school for the last month or so. It was the strangest case of senioritis I could think of. Instead of dreaming about what summer and what graduation would bring, I was always thinking about Mary and how to make Intimate Moments succeed.

It wasn’t even eight in the evening when Mary texted. She wanted to know the updated numbers before she went to bed and completed her homework. It seemed early to me and I wondered how much time she spent edging at night. There was no way it was only the half hour I suggested she start with.

Checking the number of subscribers just about floored me. There were well over five hundred of them and as I was watching another two ticked over. This was getting serious. I knew that Mary was a bombshell but I didn’t think that the response would be this quick and significant. At this rate we were going to run into the problem, if you can call it that, of having too much money.

I texted the update back to Mary and lay back in bed myself. I wish I had been thinking about Mary but instead I was worried about the money. We needed a tax accountant. We needed a lawyer. Were we supposed to register as a business before we started this? How were we going to make sure of the 80-20 split that we had agreed on. We were both eighteen but did we need to report the income to our parents? Mine, at least, I was sure were planning on claiming me as a dependent.

I brought all of this up with Mary at lunch the next day. “Taxes” I opened. “The numbers just keep going up and we’re going to have to pay taxes.”

Mary opened, then shut her mouth, pouting at me, “boo! I don’t want to end up sharing a cell with dear old dad though, so I guess you’re right.” She still managed to pack a ton worth of venom into any reference to her father.

“I also think we need to formalize our relationship.”

Before I could further explain Mary cut in, “proposing already? I don’t see you down on one knee and there’s no sign of a ring.” She giggled at me while I rebooted my brain.

“Not what I meant! Our business relationship.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. I’m still ok with the split we agreed on.”

“We’re going to need a lawyer.”

Mary nodded, “one from the city too. I don’t want to take the chance that a local lawyer, or their staff, were members of my father’s congregation.”

“That might be tough. It’s at least a two, two and a half, hour drive in. We would have to find someone open on a Saturday.”

Mary cocked her head to the side and grinned wickedly at me, “or we could cut. It’s our last semester and I’m sure that you, like me, have already sent in your applications. All anyone is going to really care about is that we pass. I bet no-one will even notice if we’re gone for a day.”

I had never cut school in my life and for some reason the thought scared me. Unfortunately, I did think Mary was right about what we needed to do. It would be shocking for a good lawyer to be working on a Saturday. “I’ll try to find one online this afternoon and call for an appointment next week.”

“Good. It’s only a few more days until we shoot again. I can’t wait!”

It had become her usual demeanor so I kind of overlooked it but I could tell that the edging was still having a major effect on Mary. She wasn’t fidgety anymore but her eyes constantly had an extra sparkle. Her neck and what little of her chest I could see were lightly pink and her cheeks wore a healthy looking flush. If there were an advertisement agency looking for wholesome, healthy, vibrant, and sexy woman she would be exactly whom they were looking for.

We were closing in on a thousand subscribers when I picked Mary up on Saturday morning. She was still in her usual skirt and top but there was something different. It took me a bit but I finally figured out that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her top that morning. The shirt had enough slack that her nipples weren’t blatant but now that I was looking for them, I could see the erect nubs gently tenting the cloth. Her chest also had more sway and bounce than when she was wearing a bra.

It seemed that Mary could tell when I figured it out as she giggled at me, “I see you spied my secret.”

I had to struggle to keep my eyes on the road as we drove along. “It’s torture you know. Inhumane as well.”

She frowned at me, “you’re tortured because you have to see my unfettered breasts?”

“No. I’m tortured because I have to drive and can’t stare at your unfettered breasts!”

She patted me on the thigh and comforted, “don’t worry, you’ll see them soon enough.”

Mary had a sly smile when I asked, “what do you mean?”

“The outfit I have for today almost shows everything. We’re doing this slow tease thing so I got something that I think will push it along just a touch without actually exposing anything.”

That reminded me of something I had wanted to say the weekend before. “Kind of like your turn slightly to the side on the couch?”

Mary’s bright smile illuminated the car. “Exactly! I’m kind of surprised you noticed. Boys are inherently unobservant” she teased.

I gave myself a self-important air and responded, “I’ll have you know; I am the absolute connoisseur of all things porn!” I couldn’t keep a straight face and laughed at myself. Thankfully Mary laughed as well. “How did you think up moving that way? Have you been watching some videos as well?”

“I can’t really get porn at my house. My parents paid for all kinds of internet security back when I was younger. It usually feels like it’s there to keep the internet safe from me.”

“Ok, then where’d you get the poses from? I’ve also noticed that when you’re being taped, you’re always pointing your toes and stuff like that.”

“When we started this, I remember you saying that it’s a performance. When I was really young, like eight or so, my mom wanted me to be a ballerina. I took lessons for a few years until it became apparent that I was developing.” She lifted and shook her breasts at that.

“Ok, that helps explain why you are so graceful moving around. What about the poses?”

“While I was dancing, I subscribed to a few ballet magazines. I still have most of them and I’ve been looking through them for ideas on sexy movements and poses.”

I was impressed with how thorough she was. “Wow, you’ve really put a lot of effort into this.”

Mary looked much more sober now, “this is my chance. I’m not letting it fail because I didn’t give it my all.”

“You’ve got this. It’s working even better than we hoped. You’ll be out of this town before you know it.”

The setup for this video was back in Amy’s bedroom. Instead of having the camera straight on from the bottom of the bed I moved it more towards a corner. This would give us a different angle as well as a bit more time watching Mary’s behind as she walked, which I quite enjoyed on earlier occasions. Mary wasn’t long in the bathroom getting dressed, or undressed, and she emerged looking absolutely astounding.

She had spent some extra time on her hair. Instead of her usual pony-tail her hair was down and loose. It cascaded down to her shoulders in beautiful silky waves. The look added a classy feel that fit her outfit perfectly. It was a babydoll nightgown and matching panty. She posed, hips cocked to one side, then shifted her weight to the other foot and did a little spin.

The nightgown was a dark color. It was a little more purple than maroon but not as strong as burgundy. The top was held up by thin straps over each shoulder while the triangles that covered her breasts seemed to struggle to contain her bounty. It was as if the gown was intended for someone with A size breasts and Mary had quite a bit more. This left acres of delicious chest bare as well as a sizable section of side-boob.

Those triangles were lacy and somehow deceiving. It looked like you should be able to see her areola and nipples through the lace, but the only sure sign of them was the little bump that showed how erect she was. The body of the gown was a light chiffon that only came down far enough to cover half of the tiny looking panty. The panty was made of the same lace that the triangles covering Mary’s breasts was. Similarly, it looked like you should be able to make out more of the details hidden beneath without any actually showing through.

When Mary spun it revealed the gown left most of her back exposed. I found the curved arch of her back and the smoothly muscled contours fascinating. There wasn’t much to the back of her panty as the bottom half of each glorious globe was on full display. All together she was absolutely mouthwatering.

I could tell by her cheeky grin that she knew exactly what kind of effect she was having on me and that she quite enjoyed my reaction. It had only been a few videos, but I already believed that Mary would do a better job directing herself thank I could but I did have one thing to add before I left her to it.

“I’m assuming you’re going for two again. If you think you can do it, near your second climax, shift the strap off of one of your shoulders and let that side of your gown down. We’re keeping up the tease though, do your best to keep that nipple covered by your hand if you can.”

“You don’t ask much do you? I’ll see what I can do. Now you need to get out of here before you get a live show.”

I absolutely would love seeing that live show but I wasn’t sure her offer was serious so I headed downstairs once more. I made sure to close all of the doors I could between Mary’s “studio” and myself to hopefully avoid the torture I had experienced the week before.

I spent my time trying to look up what we would need to form an actual business. I also looked through my e-mail and it was a good thing that I had. The host that I had picked for our site had sent a message that we were exceeding our bandwidth allotment and that we needed to pay for the next level of service. Thankfully, I was able to set that up over my phone. I didn’t want any potential customers to be lost because they couldn’t access the site.

Before I knew it, I heard Mary calling for me from the top of the stairs. I headed that way full of eager anticipation. I just knew that she would have created another outstanding performance for the video but I also was wondering if she had changed back to her skirt and top or if she was once more still in her “costume.”

She was, in fact, still wearing her nightgown. She was even sexier looking than she had been before her recording session. She was posed at the top if the stairs in the same way she had been the week before. A similar sheen highlighted the smooth contours of her exposed skin. Her hair was still mostly as it had been earlier, just a little tousled, which added a playful air. Mary’s eyes and expression were the most impactful. It was almost as if she were superman and was setting me on fire with beams from her eyes.

Before I had climbed to the top of the stairs, Mary turned and led me to my room and computer. Apparently, there was no question that she was going to join me in watching the fresh video again. I briefly flashed back to the week before and wondered if we were once again going to end up climaxing in front of each other. I thought it likely, at least on my end.

The new video started in a similar manner to her previous video shot in Amy’s room. Mary strutted from the camera around the side of the bed. The flexing, contracting, and bubble shape of each buttock as she strode was divine. There was a tiny shot of color from the gusset of her panty with each step that added to the appeal. The loose bottom of the gown itself swished back and forth caressing each globe.

She rested one knee on the side of the bed then stretched out upon it, eventually laying out on her front with her side facing the camera. With graceful hands she pulled one of the pillows under her head and turned to lay on her side while facing the camera. Mary’s eyes, which had been coyly avoiding the camera suddenly were locked with mine through the monitor and the already sexy scene seemed to increase in intensity by an order of magnitude.

The arm she was laying on wasted no time diving between her legs. Mary brought the knee of her upper leg vertical, resting her dainty toes on the opposite knee and leaving her thighs split at an almost ninety-degree angle. There were no teasing strokes, she had her fingers pressed against where her clitoris must have been and moved her hand in a brisk circular motion.