i wanna make a movie, so let's star in it together
don't make a move until i say action
oh, here comes the hardcore life
-- pulp, 'this is hardcore'

<Nick>

It took me a minute to realize why my hip was buzzing. Phone. Right.

Shit. It had to be Rachel. I'd told her I'd be right up to the room, after one more celebratory beer with the crew. That might have been like an hour ago.

She was going to be so pissed.

I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at it for a minute. If she had called, it would have given me her special ring tone, but it had just vibrated.

"Picture waiting," the display said. Had she trashed the room in anger and wanted me to see it? Picture of her plane ticket back home?

Maybe it wasn't Rachel at all. I sometimes got pictures of random naked girls on here. You had to love how groupies had embraced technology.

"Forget how to use it, son?" Dad asked, placing another beer in front of me, and I looked up at him.

"No, just trying to figure out how pissed off Rachel is."

He shrugged. "She'll get over it. Have another beer."

That attitude might be part of the reason my parents were always fighting. I should remember that in my more sober moments.

I took a drink of my beer for courage and opened the message. It said it was from Rachel's number.

A picture of a pretty set of white lingerie, a skimpy top trimmed in lace and matching panties. Those would look so good on Rachel, showing off the tan she'd picked up in the last few weeks.

I was about to call her when I realized there were more pictures. The next one was of a big bed, the covers turned down. Probably the bed in our hotel room upstairs. I guessed. We'd only been in there for a minute before the race to drop off our stuff.

Well, Rachel had been up there by herself for a while now. She'd said she wanted to take a shower, and I was supposed to follow her right up, but one beer turned into two, and then three and then…

The next picture was of Rachel, pouting at the camera. She didn't look pissed off. Just pouty.

"Put it on," I texted back to her. "B rt up."

<Rachel>

It was twenty minutes ago that he'd promised to 'B rt up.' And ninety minutes ago that he'd told me he'd be right behind me.

Now I was lying on our big, beautiful bed, the windows open to let in the warm sea air, dressed in the lingerie that he'd told me to put on. The lingerie was supposed to hurry him up. He was so easy. He loved me in lingerie.

Maybe he needed more encouragement. I picked my phone up off the bedside table and considered it for a moment. It was a little difficult to get any range on this thing. Holding the phone with my right hand, I took a photo of my left shoulder.

I checked the photo and smiled. It was sorta arty. Skin, a tiny stripe of white silk.

Giggling, I teased my nipple, making it pop against the silk of my top. It took a couple of shots to figure out the shadows, but finally I got a good picture of it.

I sent both pictures, and then contemplated myself in the mirror across from the bed. We might put that to good use later.

What else could I take a picture of that didn't involve nudity, but would turn him on? I didn't want naked pictures of myself floating out there on his cell phone. Who knew who might be leaning over his shoulder when he looked at them? His dad was down in the bar with him, after all.

I had just sent a picture of my nipple. Okay, maybe I was getting a little risqué. Whatever. This was fun.

I laid down again and looked at my stomach. If I moved up the top a little, you could see my tattoo. He'd like that.

I took the picture and sent it. Had he gotten the others yet?

Maybe if you could see my hand under the top of the panties… he could figure out where that was going.

<Nick>

Was that her tattoo? And lace. Yeah.

I could feel myself growing harder as I looked at the picture. I liked this game. Maybe I should just stay out here in the hallway outside our room and see what she sent next.

I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath, hoping that might sober me up a bit. She'd kill me if I was too drunk. I smiled as I clicked back through the pictures. I might never erase these.

But what if someone stole my cell phone? Or just borrowed it?

They might not know. The pictures were just skin and white silk and lace. Big deal if they did end up on the Internet. No one had to know they were of Rachel. Well, her tattoo was pretty distinctive.

My phone buzzed and I couldn't click on the picture fast enough.

"What are you doing?" I asked thirty seconds later, finding her in the bedroom propped up on the pillows with her hand inside her panties. She had the candles lit and soft music was coming out of the cd player. I loved it that she could transform any hotel room into our own secluded hide away.

She smiled, tossing her phone on the bedside table, but she didn't move her other hand. "Took you long enough."

"I was outside," I admitted. "Wanted to see what the next picture was."

She arched her back, and I could see her fingers moving. "Now that you're here, it can be whatever you want it to be."

"That's good," I told her, leaning back against the wall and nodding toward her as she moved against her hand. "That's perfect."

I glanced around the room as she sighed, her eyes closing, and I saw my video camera on the dresser. I'd given it to her to bring up here while I had my quick celebratory drink with Dad and the guys.

She was going to kill me. But I was drunk enough to not really care.

Her eyes were still shut, so I picked up the camera quietly and turned it on. With video, I could get sound, too. All her little sighs and moans captured on tape so I could play them back later. I liked that idea.

<Rachel>

"What are you doing?" I asked him. He was sitting on the low dresser right across from the bed, with his video camera in hand.

I didn't stop touching myself, though. If anything, seeing the camera in his hand just made me hotter.

"Take off your panties," he said, and I hesitated for a moment.

"We're erasing this immediately," I told him, lifting my hips to ease the underwear over my hips. I laid back, feeling incredibly exposed and very turned on as I watched him watching me through the camera lens.

"No," he said, as my fingers found my clit again. "I'm never erasing this. When we're apart, I'm going to watch this over and over and over again."

"Better than cheap hotel cable porn," I said, hoping he was getting a good shot as I teased myself for him… and the camera.

He smiled, not taking his eyes off the screen in his hand. "Much," he agreed.

I spread my legs a bit wider and slid my fingers inside myself.

"Do you have any toys?" he whispered, and I shook my head.

"No. I just wanted you. You're so much better than any toy," I said, wondering if the tiny mic on his camera would pick this up. "I love the way you slide inside me when I'm wet like this. You fill me up better than any fake cock ever could."

He adjusted himself, staring intently at the screen. I wondered what he was filming. My whole body? Just a close up of my pussy and my fingers, pumping in and out?

"Come over here, baby," I purred, and he shook his head.

"Not yet. This is too good. I can see your pussy, all wet and pink and soft, and it looks so good."

"Don't you want to fuck it?"

"Yes," he said, with a groan in his voice. "But I want to see you come first."

I moved my fingers back to my clit. He wanted to see me come, after all. "Then will you fuck me?" I asked.

"Until you scream," he assured me. "I am going to fuck you all night."

"Can we tape it?"

He almost dropped the camera. "Do you want to?"

"Yes," I breathed, my fingers moving faster. "I want to see your hard cock pounding inside of me. I want to be on top of you and film it so that I can see what you see. I want to film your face when you come inside me, so you can see how beautiful you are."

"Come, Rachel," he said, and I did, gasping his name.

<Nick>

I nearly dropped the camera as she arched her back a final time, her nipples poking up through the lace and silk of her camisole, showing how turned on she was. Was it from me or the camera? Must be the camera because I hadn't done anything but watch.

I continued watching her on the screen, as a low moan escaped her perfect lips. Zooming in on her mouth, I felt all the blood rush to my cock as she bit her lip. Somehow it was more intense watching her on the tiny screen of my video camera even though she was just a few feet away from me.

"Nick…" she whispered and I looked up at her over the screen. "I need you now."

Right. Yeah, I'd promised her, hadn't I? I started to pull down my jeans, fumbling with the camera. Before I could figure out where to put it she'd taken it and turned it on me. I loved her half dressed in the silky top of her lingerie, kneeling on the bed with her hair all messed up from rolling around on the pillows.

"How do I…oh, you like the zoom, don't you, baby?"

"I'm a guy, Rache. Wide angle leaves too much to the imagination."

"You sound like a connoisseur there, Nick. Thought you didn't watch the hotel porn."

"I never said that. Just agreed that the fake breasts look, well, fake."

She giggled at that and I could see her playing around with the buttons on my camera. What was she doing? Zooming in? On what… we were just talking here. Right! I was getting these jeans off.

"What do you like best? The money shot?"

I looked up again. If she didn't stop asking me questions, we were never going to get to the good part where I'm fucking her senseless. That was my favorite part.

"Nah… well… no. Do I have to talk about it?"

"I get you whining and fucking on tape, my two favorite Nicks!" She laughed and I pulled off my shirt quickly, joining her on the bed.

"If you aren't nice to me, I'm taking your new toy away, buttercup."

She moved away, shielding the camera so I couldn't get to it. "No! My turn!"

"Are we taking turns?" I purred, reaching out for her and she sat down the camera as I finally felt her soft skin against me.

Was the camera still on? I didn't care. Finally cupping her face in my hands, I kissed her deeply. This was better than any picture. Nothing could take the place of how good she felt and tasted.

She pulled me down on the bed, and I ran my hands over skin and silk as we kissed, loving he different sensations. Moving slightly, she kissed my neck, and I heard myself moan.

<Rachel>

Smiling, I looked up at him. His hair was tousled, his face flushed from drinking, and I loved the contented noises he was making as I kissed him. "How much did you drink, bunny?" I asked, and he laughed.

"A few beers. Don't worry, I'm sobering up quickly."

"You'd better," I warned, kissing his chest. "You promised to fuck me all night."

"Do that a little more and we'll be good."

Happily, I kissed my way down his chest, licking at his stomach and following the trail of soft, fine hair. He groaned again as I pushed his legs open. He was drunk enough to not realize how much noise he was making, and I loved that. In a few minutes, I knew he'd start talking. Hopefully, the video camera would pick all that up.

Finding the camera, I handed it to him. "You'll probably want this on film," I said, bending my head to his cock. If we were making a movie, might as well get the blow job. He loved watching me suck his cock. He'd wrap his hands in my hair so it wouldn't be in the way.

I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue and he gasped. I looked up, finding him fumbling with the camera. "I can't… give me a second, baby," he begged, and I laughed. Too drunk to do two things at once evidently.

"Problems?" I asked running my tongue down the inside of his thigh and biting him gently as he moved away from me and sat up. He was trying to concentrate on the camera, trying different angles with the screen. If he told me we had to stop so he could reposition the lighting, I might just attack him.

"Can we move?" He stood next to the bed and held out a hand to me. "That's not a good angle. All I can get is my stomach."

Falling to my knees in front of him on the bed, I kissed his stomach. "I like your tummy."

"I like seeing you suck my cock better."

I licked his belly button, making him shudder. "How's the angle?" I said, and he nodded above the camera. I wasn't so sure he was going to be able to stay standing, but I'd let him try.

"Perfect."

Smiling, I took him into my mouth, and he cried out. "Fuck, Rachel, that is… you feel so fucking good."

What girl doesn't like a little flattery? I ran my tongue along his cock, swirling it around the spot under the head that always made him groan, then took him into my mouth again, using my hand to cup his balls.

"Look up," he whispered, and I did, moaning around his cock. He had the camera, so he might as well get a show. I sucked him roughly, bobbing my head back and forth, trying to look right into the camera. We'd probably be using this for phone sex for a while. We should make it good.

"Baby, you have the best fucking mouth," he said, his voice rough. "I should thank every man you've ever done this to, because you are an expert cocksucker."

That would look good on a resume. 'Proficient in Microsoft Office, excellent cocksucker.' That would get me some interesting jobs.

"You look so fucking good doing this. Your mouth is so sweet and pretty, and it's all wrapped around me. I love watching you, Rachel."

I moved away to breathe, looking up at him. "I love knowing you're watching me." I did. It made it more intense knowing that I could watch it later, or would it just be silly like on that episode of Friends?

"Why are you laughing, Rache?"

That made me giggle more and he fell out of my mouth as I tried to breathe. Maybe I'd had too much wine while I was waiting for him. I was a little tipsy, too. I didn't answer him, though.

<Nick>

I didn't care why she was laughing as long as she didn't stop touching me. Her hands were slippery as she pulled up on my cock, her mouth lavishing attention on my balls. She sucked one into her mouth, teasing me with her tongue and I stumbled a bit.

Standing might not be an option for much longer. Bracing my hand against the headboard, I repositioned myself and she moved with me as I put one knee on the bed beside her. Moving my hand, I held her head still and pushed my cock back into her mouth farther, feeling her jaw relax as I slid in.

Her hands rubbed my balls and tops of my thighs, the sensation of her mouth and hands driving me crazy, pulling me over the edge. But I didn't want this to be over yet.

Moving away slightly, she groaned as my cock slid out of her mouth and she looked up, silently questioning me. "Use your hands again, baby. Hard." I zoomed back in on her hands as they wrapped expertly around my dick jerking me off as she licked the head getting me nice and wet. "Harder. God, do that harder, baby… I'm so close."

"I love it when you beg. You need it, don't you? You need me to let you come. Do you want to come in my mouth, Nicky?"

I groaned in response as I felt the familiar tightening in my balls as her hands and lips worked my shaft. "Hurry, baby. I'm gonna shoot all over you. Just like in the movies." The guys never came in the girls' mouths, right? But seeing Rachel swallow was just about the sexiest thing in the world.

Like she could read my mind, she sucked more of me in her mouth, her hands leaving me to explore her own body.

"Are you turned on, Rache?" She nodded against my cock as she rubbed her breast with her free hand.

"I love your cock." She sighed, moving away for a moment and pulling off her slinky top so I could see her breasts. Throwing her head back, she arched her back rubbing my cock on her breasts as she reached down to rub her clit. What a sight. I zoomed in on her fingers as they disappeared between her legs. I loved knowing how turned on I could make her. I was going to watch this tape over and over when we were apart.

Catching me off guard, she started stroking my cock again. I barely zoomed out enough before I felt myself going over the edge, moaning her name as I came.

She moved closer, sticking out her little pink tongue to catch some of my come, the rest hitting her breasts. Damn, that was a sight. Rubbing it over her breasts, she moaned around my cock as she took it back into her mouth, sucking on me until I stopped shaking.

I sat the camera on the nightstand and joined her on the bed, kneeling in front of her and rubbing her breasts before pulling her pert nipple into my mouth. Her skin was salty and sweet, her breathing growing more ragged. We fell back onto the bed and I attacked her breasts, kissing and sucking on one before finding my way to the other.

"God, Nick. I'm going to come again if you keep… more." I smiled against her skin as I sank two fingers inside of her hot pussy. There was no resistance. She was so ready and wet. Sucking my cock always turned her on.

"Like this?" I growled, changing my angle slightly so I could slide another finger inside her cunt. "God, I hope we're getting this."

"Screw the camera, just don't stop. Don't you dare stop fucking me. You're so good, Nick. So..."

Her words became a series of moans as she bucked up against my hand, shattering against me. Her muscles clenched around my fingers as I ground the heel of my hand down on her swollen clit. Her head fell back and she screamed louder than I'd ever heard her scream during sex, ending in a long, low growl. Please, please, please let the camera have caught this.

<Rachel>

I felt myself shudder as Nick moved his hand from my pussy, and he kissed me. "I've never heard you scream like that," he said, his voice soft and amused.

"Did I scream?"

"I'm hoping that Dad is still downstairs at the bar."

I couldn't even be freaked out by the fact that his dad was in the room next door. "He'll know his son is a stud. Is that something that dads want to know about their kids?"

My dad probably would not want to know that his sweet little girl was now a wanton sex goddess who was this turned on by having sex on camera with her hot boyfriend.

Smiling, Nick kissed my forehead. "Let's stop talking about parents, okay?"

I snuggled against him. "Good idea. Should we talk about where the camera will be when we have sex?"

"Much better topic. I think it might work if we put it on top of the dresser."

I looked over to the dresser where he'd been sitting earlier. "Too low."

He stroked my arm, making me shiver. "Can I hold the camera while you're on top? Because that is the best view in the world."

"If we get the right angle, we can still get that. Because the camera is fun and all, but it means that at least one hand is occupied. That's one thing for oral sex, but when we're fucking… we need all the hands we can get."

He laughed, kissing me again. "I love you, Rachel."

"I know," I said, looking up at him. "And we might as well enjoy the camera thing, because we'll be erasing it immediately."

"No!" he cried, rolling away from me and finding the camera again. "We'll hide it carefully. It'll be fine."

I arched an eyebrow at him. "I sorta think this tape might be worth a fortune to the Backstreet fans."

"The Backstreet fans do not want to see me fucking anyone. The Sudden Silence fans only want to see you fucking Jeremy. No one wants this tape, Rache."

Laughing, I sat up. "You keep telling yourself that, baby."

He walked away from me, setting the camera on the dresser and considering it. "Too low," he finally said.

"I know. Try on top of the TV."

The camera was about eye level with him there, and he swung the little screen around to consider it. "Nope, now I just get the picture above the bed."

I looked around the room, then picked up the trashcan next to the bed and turned it upside down on the dresser.

"You are so smart," he told me, and I smirked at him.

"I know." He settled the camera there and we both looked at the screen. "Lay down," I told him, and he happily obliged. Yeah, I could see him and the whole bed now. That would work.

Turning, I jumped on top of him. "We can't go off the bed."

"I will attempt to remember that," he said, pulling me into his arms for another kiss before we started the next take.

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