Despite the pride and energy he put into the project, Charlie didn't want Daryl to catch him working on it. It wasn't hard to hide one of the smaller cameras by the window, and rig a wireless feed of the video to appear as a small box at the corner of his screen. He could keep an eye out for motion from the camera, and this gave him a few minutes warning if Daryl approached. Long enough to minimize the project he was working on and replace it with a generic football edit.
"You spending a lot of time in front of that computer lately," Daryl observed. "Don't your eyes get tired, staring at that screen?"
"I'm putting together an editing reel," Charlie said. "I want to have something good I can send to film school."
"Really?" Daryl was impressed. "Hey, let me see what you got."
"When it's done, okay? Some of it's still pretty choppy."
"Sure, sure. When it's done." Daryl nodded and went back to his patrol.
The project had turned into a fifteen-minute tribute to Michelle, complete with a soundtrack. Charlie had collected every bit of footage he could find showing Michelle and edited it into a visual collage of the four years Michelle had spent at Pine Hill High. At times, he imagined presenting it to her on graduation day. Just a little something I put together, he would say. A reminder of all the years you spent going to school here.
All of it, minus a particular forgotten Saturday.
Other times, he would understand realistically that he could never give this project to her, or show it to anyone. All of the video of her, shot from a distant camera, edited together with love songs playing over it... it looked like the work of a stalker. No, when it was done, he would hide it away and forget about it. Or even destroy it.
Daryl would sometimes stop by with two Pepsis from the vending machine. Charlie wasn't sure how, but he suspected the guard had a way to get the sodas for free. They would open the drinks and chat for as long as it took Daryl to finish his Pepsi. From the moment Charlie had mentioned film school, it became the security guard's favorite topic.
"It's a great time to be alive," Daryl said, leaning back in a chair. "Used to be, you had to wait for someone to give you a chance. But nowadays, if you got talent, you can put together your own thing for cheap, put it on the internet for all to see... suddenly, bam. You're rich, famous, working with the A-list."
"It does happen," Charlie agreed. "You get a good script, cast a few of your friends. Put something together for the film festivals."
"Exactly! Exactly! These days, it happens all the time! That's all you gotta do, kid. You learn what you can in film school, but never buy into their system, all right? You don't have to pay no dues. Not these days. Put your hard work into your own thing, make something special... you'll be on your way in no time." Daryl brought his Pepsi to his mouth only to find it empty. He tossed the bottle into the trash. "Ah well. It's time I gotta make the rounds. See you in a few."
"See you." Charlie listened to the guard's footsteps leaving the AV room. He counted to ten then opened the window at the corner of his screen to watch Daryl head down the hallway. As soon as Daryl was out of view of the camera, Charlie opened his Michelle project.
He knew he had about forty minutes before Daryl would return to that part of the building. Forty minutes to immerse himself in editing. Charlie pulled up footage from the previous year's dance production performance. Michelle had danced in a hip-hop routine, and he had some pretty good shots of her.
Suddenly, he caught movement in the corner window of the screen. He looked down, but now it just showed the empty hallway. Was Daryl returning already? Maybe the guard forgot something? Charlie quickly closed his editing window and opened the football footage. He started a clip of a touchdown play and pretended to focus on it, waiting to hear the approaching tap-tap of the guard's shoes on the linoleum.
"Charlie..."
A whisper from behind him, almost an exhale of his name. Charlie looked over his shoulder. His eyes went wide.
Michelle stood five feet behind him, her hands pressed against her legs. She was completely naked.
Charlie stared at her, stunned speechless. "Michelle!" he finally managed to say. "Are you crazy?"
"HI, Charlie..." She smiled, her teeth nibbling at her bottom lip. She took a step towards him.
"Daryl's here! The security guard! He's here today!" Charlie turned quickly and opened the window on his screen that showed the hallway. The hall was empty, thankfully. "He was just in here! That's his Pepsi in the trash can!"
"I know." Michelle stepped closer. "I saw him walking outside. I peeked at him from around the corner. He didn't see me. He was walking towards the auditorium."
Charlie could smell the perfume on her, that familiar perfume. She was close enough that he could reach out and touch her if he wanted. "You were naked outside?" His voice sounded like something was pressing against his throat.
She bobbed her head. "Just for a little bit. You left the back window of your car open a crack. So I took off my clothes and slid them through the crack. Now they're in your backseat." She shrugged. "Your car is locked. So after I did that, I was stuck naked." She squirmed, her hands stroking her bare legs.
Charlie shook his head in amazement. Maybe she really was crazy. "What if he saw you?"
Michelle shrugged again, smiling carelessly. "He will. I want him to." She abruptly lowered herself onto Charlie's lap, draping her arm around his neck. Charlie was astonished, overwhelmed by the feel of her body pressing against him, and the scent of her. Her face leaned in close, and she had a mischievous smile. His heart pounded in his chest, anticipating a kiss, but she only swayed in his lap, as if teasing him. He quickly became erect, knowing that she must be able to feel the line of his hard penis jutting against her ass.
Charlie had no idea what was going on. After three weeks of being treated like he didn't exist, suddenly Michelle was sitting naked in his lap, acting like she was his girlfriend? It made no sense. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist putting his hand on her breast and squeezing it, reveling in the softness of her and the feel of her hard nipple against his palm. She leaned against him, her head lightly bumping against his.
He looked down at her nakedness, intoxicated by the idea that her body was his to play with. She had offered no resistance when he touched her breast, and he suspected he could put his hand between her legs, slip a finger into her, and she would let him. He wanted to, wanted to badly, but he also couldn't deny the danger of the situation.
"We can't stay here," he told her. "Let's go to the AV closet."
"We can go wherever you want." Her fingers tangled in his hair. "Soon. But right now I want to stay here."
"We'll get caught. You'll get caught."
"I want to get caught." Her eyes danced with excitement. "I know you lied to me. You didn't break in, before. You come here all the time, on the weekends. And I know you're friends with Daryl. Right?"
"Yes... "
"So if he catches you making out with your girlfriend in the empty school, he won't make a big deal of it. Maybe he won't even mention it. Maybe he'll just keep it to himself." She leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his lips. Her lip gloss tasted like strawberries.
"You want Daryl to catch us?" he whispered when she broke the kiss.
"Not exactly," she murmured. "I want to sit on your lap, naked, and I want you to touch me however you like. I want to be your little stripper girl giving you a lap dance. And when Daryl comes by, I want to not care that he can see me. I don't know what he'll do, exactly, but I want to be naked for you and not care about anything else. Okay?"
Charlie's head was spinning. It wasn't fair. How could he rationally consider the consequences of what she was proposing when she kept kissing him? How could he resist her when he felt her bare body pressing against him? He glanced at the window on his screen. The hallway was still empty. "I don't know. You really want me to...?" He struggled to find the words.
"I don't want you to do anything
but just relax..." She kissed him again, her dark hair falling around him like a curtain. The chair creaked underneath them as she leaned into him, kissing his cheek, the line of his chin. Her breath was hot on his ear as she whispered, "It's the not caring that turns me on. Did you know that? More than the risk of being seen. I love the not caring if I'm seen. I love the letting go."
Charlie caught her beneath her knee, pulling her up against him. His hand slid across her smooth leg before daring to venture between her thighs. She sighed as his fingers found her wet pussy. "I'm so hot right now..." she breathed, before leaning in for another kiss. He could feel the hunger in her mouth as he moved a finger in and out of her. She opened her legs wider, allowing him room to explore.
"Do you know what I realized?" she murmured. "Since last time?"
"What?"
"It makes more sense to people when I'm with a guy. If I'm nude by myself, people can't understand it. Girls aren't supposed to do that. But if I'm with my boyfriend, they understand it. They still disapprove, but they understand it. They think that you want me to do it, and I'm doing it to make you happy. You know?"
"Yeah." It was odd to hear himself referred to as her boyfriend after being treated like he didn't exist for the last three weeks. Charlie searched for the bitterness that had infected his thoughts of Michelle recently, but now that snarl of emotions seemed as insubstantial as a sheet of gauze. Would she treat him like he didn't exist again on Monday? Probably. But he found that while she was sitting naked in his lap, he didn't really give a damn about what would happen on Monday.
The idea of intentionally getting caught by Daryl made him a little uncomfortable. Did he really want the security guard to catch him being intimate with a naked girl? It almost seemed like being intentionally caught by his parents.
Then again, the guard was always nagging him that he should do something more with his weekend than hang out in the AV room. It would probably blow his mind to walk in and see Charlie making out with a naked Michelle Santos.
Was that the only reason Michelle wanted to make out with him? In order to flash the guard and pretend it was an accident?
"Will we hear him when he walks in?" Michelle asked anxiously. Her pussy tightened around his finger.
"If we're not distracted..." Charlie said. "I'll see him over there first." He nodded at the monitor screen. Michelle glanced over her shoulder and her pussy abruptly clinched his finger again.
"Oh my god! Is that a camera? You have a camera on the hallway?"
"Yeah. To give me a little warning before Daryl pops in."
"Is it recording?" He could feel her body tense in agitation, and recalled she had just walked naked through that part of the hallway. For a moment, he had a wicked impulse to lie and say that it was recording, just to see how she would react.
"No, it's not," he told her. "It's just a feed."
"Oh my god." She leaned against him. "Why do you want to be warned if he's coming? Are you watching porn again?"
"Something like that." Charlie considered what he would have done with the footage if he'd really recorded her walking naked past the camera. Would he have added it into the Michelle tribute project? The grand finale of the project? Or would he have just deleted it, so it could never embarrass her?
Maybe he should delete the whole Michelle tribute. Now that he had her in his arms again, what was the point of his silly video project?
Michelle slid off him, only to climb back on, this time facing him and straddling him with a knee on either side. Instead of settling down onto his lap, she kept her body straight, so that her breasts were at his eye level. She leaned towards the back of the chair, her hands on either side of his head, letting her perfect breasts dangle toward his mouth. Charlie took the bait, catching one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking it into a hard point.
His fingers dug between her legs again, his middle finger sliding in to the last knuckle. She moaned, moving her hips back and forth so that she pushed against his hand. Once again, he had a wicked impulse and began to swivel his chair to the left as he rubbed his finger back and forth across her clitoris. Michelle looked nervously at the window that opened to the hallway. While Charlie had the chair angled towards the computer, Michelle was mostly hidden by the tall back of the chair. But when he swiveled the chair sideways, it put her in profile, and anyone peering in the window would not only see that she was completely naked, but would also see Charlie's hand between her legs.
He waited to see if she would protest, but she accepted the way he displayed her to the window, continuing her slow grind against his hand. He could see her eyes peeking to the side every few seconds, nervously checking to see if she had an audience.
For a moment, Charlie thought about freeing his erection from his pants and pushing her down onto it, fucking her in the chair, and the thought made his erection rage to where it felt like it was going to pop. He thought she would probably let him do it. But it was too explicit a scene. He could let Daryl catch him with Michelle on his lap, but he wasn't ready to put on a porn scene for the guard. Slowly, he continued the swivel of the chair, putting Michelle's back to the window then continuing the rotation so that finally the back of the chair hid her again. He could see the relief in her face when he stopped the turn, and it almost provoked the wicked part of him to start turning the chair again.
He brought his hand behind her head and pulled her down for a kiss. His other hand slid up her body to clutch her soft breast. She made a noise deep in her throat as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. He wanted to close his eyes, but he kept his left eyelid open a crack, watching the camera feed. He saw motion, Daryl turning the corner.
"Here he comes. I just saw him."
"Oh my god." Michelle tensed immediately. Her eyes flickered around the room wildly, and Charlie knew she was looking for something with which to cover herself. But her clothes were far away in his car, put out of reach by her earlier incarnation, who must have known she'd have second thoughts when the pivotal moment came.
"This is what you wanted," Charlie reminded her. "Let go... there's nothing you can do to stop this now." Michelle bit her lip and nodded, but he could feel her trembling.
Charlie suddenly remembered to close the camera feed. He stretched out and fumbled with the mouse, minimizing the display on the screen. Michelle was putting kisses all over his face like raindrops, as if she had forgotten how to make out with him and only knew that she must kiss him. Charlie put his hands on her back, feeling her long hair as it fell between her shoulder blades, and pulled her close to keep her breasts against his chest. His heart pounded so hard that he was certain she could feel it.
Now he could hear the tap of the guard's shoes in the hallway outside. He had to repeat to himself the same thing he had just told her - there was nothing they could do to stop this now. He considered the position of the chair and the position of Michelle, making a small adjustment. He hoped the guard wouldn't be able to see how completely nude she was, but on the other hand, if she was too hidden, the guard might walk all the way in before realizing what was happening.
The tapping passed outside the window without slowing. That meant Daryl hadn't bothered to peek through the glass. Instead, he was heading straight towards the door to the AV room. Charlie swiveled the chair to the left, trying to keep the back of the chair angled towards the door.
Click, clack, click, clack. Surely the guard must be looking in the doorway by now? Michelle, her eyes closed, pushed her lips against his mouth, kissing him hard, although Charlie felt too tense to respond. Despite his panic, his penis was hard as a rock, and Michelle was slowly grinding her pelvis against it. Charlie let his hand fall down her back, and found himself cupping her pussy. Michelle let out a low moan, and to Charlie's ears it sounded as loud as a gunshot in the quiet room. The click of the guard's steps abruptly stopped.
Charlie wished he could know what was happening behind him. What did the guard see? Was Daryl standing i
n the doorway? Or sneaking silently closer to get a better look? Michelle had her eyes closed, and wasn't any help. She continued to rub herself on the bulge in his jeans, moving back and forth in a slow rhythm. What if she had an orgasm while Daryl stood there? Would she try to hide it? Or would it turn her on for him to watch her naked body quivering in pleasure?
How long would they wait before they turned around to check? It seemed very important that they appear obliviously unaware of Daryl. The guard would have the option to pretend he hadn't seen anything, and all of them could go on pretending nothing had ever happened. Charlie thought about counting to twenty, or to fifty, or to a hundred. How long was enough?
Better just to follow Michelle's advice. Let go. Stop caring. Forget Daryl. Just worry about Michelle and let the time pass. Charlie held her tight and kissed her. She returned his kiss hungrily, and that kiss was followed by another, and another. How many kisses? Twenty, fifty, a hundred? He quickly lost count.
Click. Click. Click. Now Charlie could hear the tap of Daryl's shoes again, moving slowly, stealthily. The footsteps came from the doorway, and now they grew fainter as Daryl moved out into the hallway. At a certain distance, the tapping returned to a walking rhythm, as the guard apparently decided he was too far away to be heard, and the footsteps faded away.
Charlie dared to glance over his shoulder. They were alone. "He's gone."
Michelle stretched up and peeked over the back of the chair. "Did he see me?" she asked anxiously. "How much did he see, do you think?"
"I have no idea. I'm sure he could tell you were sitting on me and we were kissing. I don't know if he could tell you were naked. I think the chair hid you. He saw your legs, probably."
"Oh my god," she breathed. "I can't believe we just did that. That was so risky."
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