"Please. Madeline Johnson, please be the subject of my film."
The person who introduced himself as George Smith, a third-year film student, said this in the university hallway and bowed deeply. Passersby looked at us curiously. He didn't raise his head. Would he keep bowing until I said yes?
"Um, could we change locations? I can't give you an answer without hearing the details..."
"Oh, sorry for the sudden request. Well, if you don't mind, maybe over some tea..."
Recently, a nationwide coffee shop chain opened on campus. Since he was the one asking for a favor, he treated me to coffee. It's a bit much to be asked to be the subject of a film out of the blue. I mean, acting is not really my thing.
"I have an assignment to shoot a short silent movie. It's more like a promotional video. You don't need to act; just walk around in the costume I prepared and smile back. That's all I'm asking."
This time, he bowed so deeply his forehead almost touched the table. It felt like he was worshipping me. Is there anyone who could refuse someone of the same age and grade, especially a guy, bowing so deeply multiple times? If there is, they must be a demon or a dark lord. In the end, I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't bring myself to, so I agreed.
"I'm not confident I can do it well, so please don't expect too much."
"You don't need to try to do it well. Just be natural."
Does he realize that being natural is actually the hardest thing?
A few days later, I was taken to a nearby botanical garden in a van with other film students. They really wanted footage of the popular cosmos field there. Today's outfit was a white dress that was given to me in advance.
"The image is like a detergent commercial. Spread this sheet like a cape."
I was handed a pure white sheet. I spread it out as instructed. Surprisingly difficult... After two or three tries, I managed to get it right. Feeling the pleasant breeze, I tucked my hair behind my ear. I felt a gaze and turned to see George pointing the camera at me.
"The camera is ready. Let's start filming. Walk slowly towards me. Ready, go."
I walked slowly as instructed. Being stared at through the camera, I felt something close to excitement. The gaze that would normally be uncomfortable didn't bother me. I let the sheet flutter in the wind, turned to the camera, and smiled.
"OK. The rest is indoors. I'll contact you again."
Seeing his smiling face made my heart skip a beat.
A week later, I received a message and opened the door to the designated classroom in the same outfit as before. It was a small classroom that could only fit about ten people. White cloth was hung all around, with two lights.
"I had a few places in mind, but I ended up choosing here. Not bad for a makeshift setup, right? The size is just right."
"Where are the others?"
"Hmm? It's just me today. The whole classroom acts as a reflector, and the others are busy with CG processing of the previous footage. Well, they might be around campus."
A sheet was gently draped over my head. It was the same sheet as before. Maybe it was the lighting, but it looked whiter than before.
"It looks like a veil, doesn't it? Did you read the storyboard? Let's start; we don't want to waste time. Ready, go."
I lowered my eyes under the sheet and smiled while wrapped in it. The gaze that followed me was intense. It wasn't just the lighting that made me feel warm. Just knowing I was being watched made my body feel hot.
"OK! Now we just need to process this with CG and connect it. ...Did your hair get a bit messy?"
He ran his fingers through my hair. When I looked up, our eyes met. It wasn't hard to imagine what kind of face I was making. I was probably looking quite needy. I lowered my eyes, and our lips met. I wrapped my arms around George's back as if clinging to him.
"Should we stop if it's just a whim?"
"Would you have preferred it to be a whim?"
I answered his question with another question. He lightly shook his head at my question.
"I'm happier this way."
He kissed my eyelids, checked the classroom door, and turned off the lights and lamps. The door was already locked, and the curtains were drawn. While sharing a much deeper kiss than before, my dress was gently slipped off my shoulders. Our tongues intertwined, and I tightly gripped George's shirt. When our lips parted, a silver thread glistened from our tongues, which he licked away. The eyes that had been watching me through the lens were now looking at me directly, making my body feel unbearably hot.
"Your skin is a faint cherry blossom color, it's beautiful."
Those words, which I never expected to hear, made me feel indescribably overwhelmed. I was gently pushed down onto the white cloth as if I were fragile, and my lips, which were about to say something, were sealed again. The hook of my underwear was gently undone, and his hands traced my shape. His fingers were hotter than I expected. His lips, which touched me gently, were just as hot. Just being lightly rubbed at the tips made them stand up, honestly craving more pleasure.
"...Ah, mm!"
His index finger rolled and kneaded, and a voice escaped. Just that alone made me feel the sensation of honey seeping into my underwear. I squeezed my knees together. His hand left my chest and stroked my thigh. My legs were gently parted.
"Don't look, it's embarrassing..."
"You're sensitive, it's cute."
Just being stroked over my soaked underwear made my spine shiver. My underwear was gently removed from my legs, and my slit was opened with his fingers. Without even looking, I knew it was dripping with honey, and just thinking about him seeing it made more honey ooze out. Just being lightly stroked from bottom to top made a squelching sound. His fingers, entwined with the dripping honey, penetrated deeply, and tears of pleasure welled up.
"Ah, mm, mm ah!"
"You're doing well holding back your voice."
Even though I knew the door was locked and no one could see from outside, the hallway was just a step away from the classroom, and anyone could pass by at any time. The thought of someone hearing my voice made me hesitate to make any sound. Whether he understood this or not, his fingers became bolder, easily finding my clit and rubbing it with his thumb and index finger.
"...Mm! Mm!"
A voice that didn't quite become a sound, a moan quickly stifled by my hand. If I hadn't covered my mouth, I would have let out a high-pitched voice. While rubbing my clit, his free hand traced the entrance, repeatedly entering and exiting the shallow part. The feeling of longing and frustration welled up.
"More..."
The pleading voice surprised even me with its desperation. He looked momentarily puzzled but then seemed to understand, sucking on my fully exposed clit. As if aiming for the moment my spine arched, his fingers plunged deeply. With an exaggerated squelching sound, I easily took in two fingers. The pleasure made my insides tighten, squeezing his fingers.
"Ah, it feels like my fingers might break. Which do you prefer, being rubbed all over or having your clit licked?"
"Mm, I can't choose! Do both!"
"As you wish."
With slightly theatrical words, his fingers moved in and out vigorously, and my clit was rolled around in his mouth. His fingertips rubbed the good spot inside, making my spine arch. He rubbed that spot repeatedly, and eventually, I accepted three fingers, tightening around them as they rubbed the best spots. The strong stimulation made my vision blur. The breath on my hand grew hotter.
"Are you about to come?"
Nodding vigorously at those words, his fingers moved even more intensely, and his teeth lightly grazed my clit.
"Mm!"
My vision exploded. It felt both dark and bright. The climax, which I could never reach on my own, distorted all my senses.
Breathing heavily, I stared at George. At this moment, it felt like my eyes spoke more than words. George's eyes were also fixed on me. I wanted to imprint this moment in my eyes and his.
"Shall we stop here?"
"What..."
"I don't have any protection, and while it's tough, it's harder on the girl..."
As he tried to pull away, I grabbed his arm and hugged him. He let out a flustered voice, and I whispered in his ear.
"In my bag, in the pouch."
I remembered something I had received before and put in my makeup pouch. It was a joke gift from a friend, but it should be fine. I had forgotten it was there, but it hadn't been that long since I got it. He took out my makeup pouch, retrieved a silver package, and looked at me. I nodded slightly, understanding his unspoken question. I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled. He kissed the tear-stained cheeks and corners of my eyes. It was a gentle, pampering kiss. He covered his erect member with protection and rubbed it against my entrance.
"Come."
With that one word, he thrust his hot member deep inside.
"Mm! Mm!"
I desperately held back my lips from parting. Seeing my reflection in his eyes, the heat I felt when he was watching me returned with the pleasure. My insides, already tightly clinging, squeezed even tighter.
"You're so tight, sorry, I might not last long..."
Even his face, lacking composure, made my heart race. The slow rhythm gradually quickened, and he gripped my waist tightly. At the same time, he hit the deepest part, sending unbelievable pleasure up my spine. Every time he hit that spot, indescribable pleasure made my spine shiver.
"Mm, there, it's good."
It was almost a whisper, close to a sigh.
"P-spot. Your face is so cute, all dazed."
While his fingers rubbed the good spot and his P-spot was hit, our hot breaths mingled. I wrapped my arms around his neck in a deep kiss. While my voice was sealed by the kiss, an especially deep climax hit me.
"Mm!"
The feeling of my insides tightening. His face twisted in pain, and I hugged him tighter.
"Ah, ah."
With a short voice, his member throbbed inside, and the strength left my arms that had been hugging him.
I didn't know how much time had passed. In my hazy consciousness, I faintly smelled disinfectant. I realized I was lying on a bed surrounded by cream-colored curtains, and my consciousness fully awakened. My disheveled clothes were tidied, and my body was clean. I heard the sound of a curtain being drawn and turned my gaze to see George smiling and coming to my side.
"Good morning. Though it's still evening."
"Is this the infirmary...?"
"Yes. The teacher isn't here today, but I told the student affairs office that there was a girl who seemed to have anemia, and they opened it pretty easily. I thought I'd let you rest here. There are towels and a sink here. By the way, the used towels are being washed."
Now that he mentioned it, I heard a low sound like a washing machine. He brushed the hair off my cheek. Although my consciousness was awake, the reality of what had happened felt distant, and I blinked slowly.
"Thank you, George."
"You can call me by my first name. We're classmates, so no need for formalities."
"Thank you, George."
His large hand stroked my cheek. It tickled a little, and I giggled. Should I say something? I hadn't said anything important.
"George, I "Stop"
Before I could finish, he said that, and I swallowed my words. I wanted to say it at least. Maybe for George, it wasn't a big deal, and calling each other by name and speaking casually was just because we crossed a line. In the brief silence, I thought about many things, and I started to feel sad, tears welling up in my eyes. If even thinking about it was a bother, it felt truly hopeless.
"When the film I'm making is finished, let me say it. It'll probably take about a week, and I won't be able to focus on anything else. It's out of order, but I'll definitely say it when it's done. Then, let's go on a date. Let's go to places you want to go and places I want to go."
"Then, listen to what I wanted to say too. And you can call me by my name too."
"Madeline. When the time comes, tell me everything you wanted to say."
I wanted to imprint that sweet smile and this atmosphere in my eyes and heart. I found myself thinking such sweet thoughts.
Fin.
