#nessa barrett

the front door barely has time to close before steve’s already grinning, a bulky cardboard box tucked under his arm like he’s been waiting all day to show it off.

“you are not gonna believe what i got,” he says, kicking the door shut with his heel.

the box thumps onto the coffee table, heavier than it looks. he crouches in front of it immediately, fingers already tearing through the tape.

inside, nestled in molded foam, is the camcorder, big, black, and unmistakably serious-looking. steve whistles under his breath.

“this thing cost me, like… a lot,” he admits, lifting it out with both hands. the weight makes his arms tense automatically, muscles flexing as he adjusts his grip. it’s bulky, awkward, the strap stiff and unfamiliar as it slides over his shoulder.

he sets it down carefully, like it might bite him if he does it wrong.

“okay, so… don’t touch anything yet,” he says, half to you, half to himself, already reaching for the folded instruction booklet. him skims it once, scoffs, then sighs and actually starts reading.

the camcorder clicks when he flips a switch. nothing happens.

you look at him with an amused expression, tapping your fingers against the table.

steve frowns, taps the side once. then again. “c’mon. don’t do this to me.”

finally, a low mechanical whirr fills the room. his face lights up instantly.

“yes! yes. okay, we’re in business.”

he lifts it again, settling it against his shoulder. it pulls at his arm, solid and heavy, but he adjusts easily, like it’s just another piece of gear he’s decided to master. he peers through the viewfinder, squinting, shifting his stance to steady the frame.

“how do i…?” he presses a button. the red light clicks on.

steve freezes for half a second. then he smiles, soft and proud and a little amazed.

“oh my god,” he laughs quietly. “it’s actually working.”

“you gonna tell me how work went? or is this all you’re gonna talk about?” you ask him, a big smile on your face.

“later.” steve mutters, and lowers it just enough to look at you.

“c’mere,” he says, already raising it again, voice warm with excitement. “i wanna remember this.”

you wave at the camera, glancing up at him. “hi.”

“oh come on. give me something.” steve says, gesturing with his hand.

“who am i addressing?”

“whoever you want.”

“hi, world. it’s uh,” you glance at the clock on the wall. “it’s 8:03 at night. and today is tuesday. december 7, 1987.”

you pause for a second, thinking of what to say. you suddenly get up, pushing your chair in. “okay. i’m gonna give you a house tour.”

the house tour dissolves into laughter by the time you get into the bedroom.

steve backs through the doorway, camcorder perched on his shoulder, narrating like he’s on some low-budget reality show.

“and uhm. this is the bedroom,” he says, panning slowly, a little too seriously for someone clearly having the time of his life. “it’s… small. but, y’know. cozy.”

you groan, heat creeping up your neck. “oh my god, steve, this is so weird,” you laugh, covering your face as you cross the room and flop onto the bed.

the mattress squeaks softly under your weight. the camcorder follows you automatically.

“what do i do?” you ask, peeking at steve through your fingers, already smiling too hard.

he chuckles, the sound muffled behind the camera. “i dunno,” he shrugs, even though you can hear the smile in his voice. “strike a pose or something.”

you roll your eyes but sit up anyway, shifting until you’re leaning back on your hands. “like this?” you tease.

steve’s answer isn’t immediate. instead, the camcorder zooms in slowly, deliberately. the quiet mechanical whirr fills the room as your face fills the frame.

he’s looking at you through the viewfinder now, eyes darker, more focused than before.

you swallow. then, without really thinking about it, you bite down gently on your lower lip.

steve exhales sharply.

“hey,” he says, half-laughing, half-warning, lowering the camcorder just enough that you can see his expression. “c’mon. that’s not fair.”

“what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

“stop looking at me like that.” steve breathes out.

slowly, deliberately, you crawl toward the edge of the bed, the sheets shifting beneath you. steve stiffens instantly, fingers tightening around the camcorder as you get closer. the camera dips for half a second before he steadies it again.

you stop just short of him, close enough now that the lens feels intrusive. you lean forward, peering straight into it, into him eyes bright, lips parted just enough to be dangerous.

the camcorder zooms in without him even meaning to, the mechanical whirr loud in the sudden quiet. your face fills the viewfinder. steve swallows.

“jesus,” he murmurs, mostly to himself.

you shift your weight, resting your hands at the edge of the mattress, gaze never leaving the camera. you know exactly what you’re doing now—the little pause before you blink.

you lean even closer, close enough that the lens almost feels like it’s invading your space. steve’s grip tightens immediately, knuckles whitening around the side handle as he instinctively lifts the camcorder higher, like distance might save him.

it doesn’t. steve swallows hard.

“don’t,” he says, but there’s no real authority behind it. just breath and tension.

“don’t what?” you ask softly, leaning in so the camera has no choice but to follow. “i thought you wanted this on tape.”

the camcorder wobbles. just barely. steve steadies it fast, jaw tightening as he adjusts his stance, planting his feet like that’ll help. the strap digs into his shoulder now, the weight suddenly very noticeable.

“you’re making this difficult,” he mutters.

“am i?” you smile again and crawl a little closer anyway, bracing one hand on the mattress near his knee. you look straight into the camera again, lashes lowered, lips parting just enough to make his breath hitch.

the zoom clicks in without him meaning to.

“jesus.” steve exhales, arm flexing as he lifts the camcorder higher, like he’s physically holding himself back with it. “you’re gonna make me drop this thing.”

“would that be so bad?” you tease, eyes flicking to him now instead of the lens.

that does it. steve laughs under his breath, shaky and helpless, shoulders sagging just a little as he fights to keep the camera steady. “well… yeah. this cost a lot.”

“then be careful. i wanna make this first video memorable.” you hum, leaning back so you were sitting now. holding yourself up with your hands.

the camcorder dips another inch before he catches himself, breath uneven now, eyes dark and locked on you. the red RECORD light is still on. still watching.

you slowly trace the buttons on your cardigan, making sure to look directly into the camera.

"you’re not making this easy," steve says, his voice strained. the camera lens zooms and wobbles, trying to keep you in focus.

"making what easy?" you ask coyly, batting your eyelashes at him. your other hand slides down the bedsheet, fingers curling around the edge. "this is just the beginning."

you slip a button through its loop, the wool parting to reveal a sliver of your collarbones. the neckline of your sweater dips lower with each button you undo.

steve takes a shaky breath, trying to keep the shot steady. but you can see the tension in his arm, the way his bicep flexes under the sleeve of his shirt as he fights to keep the lens trained on you.

"i thought you wanted to practice taping a family home video," steve says, but it comes out ragged, almost incredulous. his eyes are glued to the sliver of skin you've revealed, to the swell of your tits straining against the flimsy fabric of your sweater.

you raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "i do. just think of it as capturing... intimate bonding moments."

you undo another button as you say it, the neckline dipping lower. steve's adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. you watch the camera tremble slightly as he licks his lips, his gaze flicking from your face to your chest and back again.

"and something tells me this is going to be a very... memorable video."

you undo the next button, and the next, until half of your sweater is slipping off your shoulders.

steve’s jaw ticks as he tries to maintain control, the camera lens quivering as it frames your face, then pans down to your exposed collarbone and the tantalizing view of your cleavage.

you watch him, your eyes hooded and your lips parted, as you slowly drag your sweater off your shoulders completely.

the wool falls away, revealing the thin, lacy fabric of your bra straining against your hardened nipples.

"i wanted to show you how to work this camera," steve grits out, even as his eyes roam hungrily over your curves. "not capture some kind of... dirty harry porn."

"but baby," you breathe, reaching behind you to unhook your bra with deliberate slowness. "don’t you want to capture every moment?”

your bra falls away, your breasts tumbling free, nipples stiff and aching for steve’s hands on them.

"fuck," steve exhales, fighting to keep the lens steady as the weight of the camcorder trembles in his grasp.

you watch his face intently, noting how his eyes darken with desire as he struggles to hold the camera still.

“wanna tell me what you're thinking about?" you ask, as if not knowing damn well the effect you have on him.

"nothing. i’m not thinking about anything,"

but the bulge growing in his pants tells a different story. you can see the outline of his hard, throbbing cock straining against the denim of his jeans.

you arch your back slightly, pushing your chest up. “i think... you are thinking about all the ways you want to touch me," you breathe out, your voice low and sultry.

your fingers slide down your waist and your hip as steve watches with a pounding heartbeat. "all the things you want to do to me right now.”

"can you blame me?" steve asks, his voice rough with desire. "you're making it harder to concentrate."

his eyes follow the path of your fingers as they trail over your exposed breasts, down your waist, and hips. the camera zooms and pans, trying to keep up with the tantalizing journey of your touch.

"but i thought we were making a video," he says, even as his eyes roam hungrily over your curves. "to learn how to use this fucking camera."

"mmh, yes... learning is always good," you purr, rising onto your knees slowly. "and i want you to teach me everything."

you rise onto your knees, the bed creaking softly beneath you as you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties. with a tantalizing, slow drag, you pull them down over your hips.

"is learning what you want?" you ask, a coy smile playing at the corners of your mouth as you tease the panties lower. "or is this...?"

you lean back and spread your legs slightly. your panties hit the floor and your hand drifts between your legs, fingers brushing ever so lightly over your pussy, feeling the wetness that's already gathering there.

steve swallows hard, breath unsteady as he fights to keep the camera trained on your face, even as it wobbles with his building lust.

you part your thighs further, giving yourself room to touch. your fingers dip lower, stroking along your slit.

“jesus christ.” he breathes, wanting nothing more than to replace your fingers with his.

you let out a soft moan, feeling the effect you're having on him as your fingers delve deeper, stroking your slick folds. your head tilts back, jaw slack, as your hips grind up subtly to the rhythm of your touch.

"i can't help it," you gasp, feeling the camera shaky and zoomed right in on your face as your pleasure builds. "it feels so good. touching myself like this. in front of you."

you circle your clit slowly, teasingly, drawing out each movement as the camera catches the blissed-out expression on your face.

your other hand roams your body, caressing the swell of your breasts, your ribcage, your hip. every inch of skin feels electric and alive as you touch yourself for both his viewing pleasure and yours.

"shit," steve grunts, fighting to hold the camera steady as he watches your fingers work between your legs, stroking your wetness, sinking into your heat.

your hips roll and buck as your orgasm builds, fingers plunging in and out of your clenching cunt.

"do you like watching me like this, baby?" you ask breathlessly between whimpers, your cheeks flushed and face a mask of pleasure.

"do you like seeing me fuck myself? seeing how wet i am... how much i need it? how bad i need your cock inside me?”

your hips rock and buck, meeting the thrusts of your fingers plunging in and out of your pussy.

steve’s jeans are visibly tented, the hard ridge of his erection straining against the thick denim. you can see how desperate he is to be buried inside you.

his tongue darts out to wet his suddenly dry lips as he watches your fingers plunging into your dripping cunt, your moans and gasps filling the room.

"i fucking love it," he grunts out, jaw clenched. "i love watching you touch yourself, getting yourself off.. knowing it's for me."

his voice is rough, almost a growl as he fights to hold himself back, to keep the camera trained on your quivering body. but you can see him shaking, his arm flexing as he zooms in and out, not quite able to stay still.

"m’ getting close" you pant out, your hips bucking wildly as you finger yourself.

"gonna cum so hard, watching you watch me. knowing it's turning you on so much..."

“go on sweetheart. you can do it.”

your moans crescendo into a sharp cry as your orgasm crashes through you, your body convulsing with the force of it.

you come undone with steve’s name on your mouth, your juices flooding out around your pistoning fingers.

steve finally loses the last threads of his control. he couldn’t take it anymore. with a guttural groan, he puts the camera away and props it up on the bedside table.

you barely register the clunk of the heavy camera being set down before you feel the bed dip beside you.

"can’t fucking take it anymore," steve exhales, his voice strained with lust and desperation.

he grabs you, rolling you over onto your back, looming over you. you gasp as he tears at his clothes, shrugging off his shirt and shoving down his jeans, his rigid erection springing free.

he kicks the jeans off the rest of the way before he's on you, between your spread thighs. you can feel the scorching heat of his skin against yours and his weight pressing you down into the mattress.

steve presses his lips against yours, the kiss hot and messy. “fuckin love you.”

you open your mouth to respond but his dick nudges against your sensitive, dripping folds. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as your fingers curl into his shoulders.

his hips twitch, his thick length gliding through your slick arousal, teasing your entrance. you can feel how hard he is, how much he needs to be buried inside you right now.

"please steve," you whimper, your voice ragged as the aftershocks of your orgasm still ripple through you. you rock your hips up, trying to take him in.

his control snaps at your desperate pleas. with a sound that's somewhere between a growl and a moan, he bucks his hips forward, slowly sinking his cock inside you.

you both cry out at the sudden, intense sensation, your voices mingling in the charged air of the bedroom.

he hilts inside you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he begins to move, taking you with deep, powerful thrusts that have the entire bed shaking.

"fuck, so fucking tight," he grits out, staring down at you with wild eyes darkened by lust and desire. one of his hands intertwines with one of yours.

his other hand grips your hip, holding you in place as he takes you, claiming you, owning you completely.

"oh god, yes!" you scream, your nails digging into his back as you hold on for dear life, your pussy clenching and gripping his plunging cock like a velvet vice.

"so fuckin big.. oh! steve!" you roll your hips up to meet his thrusts and he tries not to let the comment go to his ego, smiling down at you.

steve snaps his hips faster, the bed creaking and shaking with the force of his thrusts as he takes you hard and deep.

you can feel every thick inch of him pulsing and throbbing inside you, stretching you out, claiming you in the most primal way possible. your legs wrap tighter around his waist, your heels digging into his backside as you urge him on, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"yes, fuck... just like that," he moans out, sweat dampening his brow as he fucks into you. "taking my cock so fucking well... so greedy for it."

he leans down, capturing one of your bouncing tits in his mouth, sucking hard on the stiff peak as he pounds into you.

his teeth graze your nipple before he bites down, sending a jolt of pained pleasure straight to your core. you cry out, arching your back, pushing your tit further into his hot mouth as your pussy clenches and spasms around his pistoning cock.

"yes, yes, fuck!" you scream, your voice hoarse with pleasure and desperation as you feel him pounding into you, his hips slamming against yours with bruising force. his hand slides down to circle your clit.

"don’t pull out, please... wanna feel you cum inside me. give it to me, baby. please!”

his cock throbs at the sheer thought of cumming inside you, letting out a whimper.

"if you're sure," he grunts, his voice a low, guttural rumble as he fucks into you harder, his hips slapping lewdly against yours. “you want my cum that badly, you want me to fill this tight pussy up? want to feel it dripping out of you after i’m done?"

he punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, grinding his pelvis against yours, making sure you feel every thick, throbbing inch of him hilted deep inside you.

“please! cum inside me!” you whine, your eyes watering from the pleasure. “put a baby in me.”

your words completely break him, his hips jerk forward and stutter. a strangled pathetic moan tears from his throat as he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock throbs and pulses.

as soon as you can feel each heavy spurt of his release spurt inside you, you join him. you cum so hard your vision goes white for a second.

"fuck... take it," he grunts, grinding his teeth as he rides out the waves of his intense orgasm, making sure every last drop of his cum is seated deep inside you.

as the waves of your shared orgasms begin to subside, steve slowly pulls out, a low groan rumbling from his chest at the sensation of his softening cock slipping from your dripping, well-fucked pussy.

you both gasp as the last of his release trickles out, leaking down your thighs.

but then he's moving, reaching for the camera with a lust-crazed intensity in his eyes. he snatches it up, fumbling with the lens as he zooms in, the camera zeroing in on the obscene sight of his cum oozing out of your stretched cunt.

"look at that... fucking beautiful," he breathes, his voice rough with satisfaction and a twisted sense of pride.

“such a good girl. let’s get you cleaned up.” he coos softly, placing a soft kiss against your lips.