Behind the Lens (Sexy 1)

ing the attention of my cock. I smile and wink at her before heading over to give her a hug.

“Hey, Mon. How are you?” She starts telling me all about a shoot she did yesterday and work before she stops herself.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry. Jax, this is Summer, that is Anna, and this is Ivy.” I give them all a nod but give Summer a wink. She’s fucking hot.

“Yo, Jax, come grab these steaks and quit hiding outside.” I shake my head and laugh but give my attention back to the girls.

“There is beer in the coolers, but I have other stuff inside too. Please help yourselves. Monica knows where everything is.” I go inside to grab the steaks, and Blake lifts his eyebrows. “What? Monica is here.” He laughs and takes a sip of his beer.

“Not just Monica, you douche.” He and Max laugh again when I flip them off and grab the tray of steaks.

After about two hours, the party is in full swing. There are easily forty people here, maybe more. There are people in the pool, hot tub, sitting down, or just standing around talking. I texted my brother an hour ago, but haven’t heard back. I guess he is blowing me off again. He does that from time to time, so it doesn’t bother me. I’m standing by the fire pit smoking when Summer comes walking over in nothing but a tiny bright pink bikini, leaving very little to the imagination. I give her a half-smile as she reaches me. “Hey, Jax. I was wondering what happened to you.” I give her a wink and take a drag of my cigarette.

“Just having a smoke before I start the fire.” She looks around the yard then back at me. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Nah. Nice place, you rich?” What the hell?

“Rich? No. But thanks, I like it.” She reaches out her hand and lightly touches my arm. I just stand there, because it’s like she isn’t sure what the hell she is doing. She’s petting me like a dog. Yea, this isn’t going to happen. Luck is on my side when Ivy calls her, and she runs over. I roll my eyes and start the fire.

Max walks over with a beer for me, and I gladly take it. “Did you have an enlightening conversation with Summer?” I almost spit my beer out and start laughing right along with him.

“Holy shit, man. That is not a chick I find attractive. I like to at least be able to have a conversation.” He shakes his head and sits down.

“Tell me about it. I met her a few months ago at a party, and after about thirty seconds, my dick tried crawling into my body.” This time I do spit my beer out.

“Yea, I’m thinking my dick is in hiding right now too.” We talk for a few minutes, and the bigger the fire grows, the more people make their way over. We are all talking, laughing, and drinking pretty heavily. Monica comes over and sits on my lap since there are no chairs available. I don’t even think anything of it; there are no feelings there what so ever.

The longer the night goes on, the more drunk everyone is getting. There are people making out all over the place like a damn porno. Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of times I’ve been doing the same, but tonight, I’m just not feeling it. No one here has caught my attention for more than a few minutes, which I’ll admit it sucks because I was hoping to have some company tonight. I decide to go grab a beer. I don’t stop at the cooler and go to the fridge, taking a few minutes to myself. I’m leaning up against the counter when someone comes walking down the hallway. She turns the corner, and my cock jumps to attention. Where the fuck has this girl been all night? She jumps when she sees me. “Shit, I didn’t mean to scare you.” She gives me a shy smile, and I know my night has just turned around.

“Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here. I’m Jenni. I was supposed to meet Monica here earlier, but I just got here.” That’s why I didn’t see her, because I know I’d remember her even in my drunk state.

“I’m Jax. Nice to meet you. Can I get you a drink?” She shakes her head and bites her lip. Fuck me. “Can I get you anything?” I move a little closer, and she looks a little nervous, but when I put my hands on the wall above her, she smiles up at me. “You are beautiful.” She looks down then slowly lifts her head to look at me.

“Thank you.” I can see her chest heaving with anticipation, and I fucking love it.

“Am I making you nervous, beautiful Jenni?” She shakes her head and I wink at her. “Good.” I don’t even give her time to think. I slam my mouth to hers, and she moans, opening right up. It doesn’t take long for me to realize I need this girl in my bed and my dick in her. And that’s exactly what happens, twice.

I AM SITTING AT MY computer editing a shit load of pictures from the last week. I am so incredibly happy with the results of all of them. I definitely have some extremely sexy ones, which make me happy, since that is what I was going for. I also did a lot of outdoor shots. I’ve found some amazing places locally to take photos, from the beach, to the woods, and everything in-between. I have a friend who has some cars from the fifties, and I did some unbelievable shots of Brinley and Max. There is one of her lying back on the hood and Max hovering over her; it is stunning honestly. I rub my eyes and decide I need to take a break since my eyes are tired now. I go into the kitchen and make myself a quick sandwich, taking it to the living room to watch some TV.

Just as I finish my lunch, my cell phone rings. “Hello?”

“Aunt Kal.” I smile and lay my head back on the couch.

“Hi, baby girl. How are you?” She giggles, and I can’t keep the smile off my face. I adore my nieces; they mean the world to me. I love when I get a random phone call from Dawn. She’s only five, but always seems to be able to sneak my brother’s phone away. She looks at the pictures next to the phone number before calling; she’s a smart little thing.

“Daddy is in the shower, and Mommy is napping with Tiffany. Guess what? I colored you a picture, and Daddy said I can give it to you soon. When can I come to your house? I want to play in the picture room. Can you take my picture?” I laugh, trying to keep up with her.

“Thank you for coloring me a picture. I will talk to Daddy, and we will make plans for you to come over. I will definitely take your picture. You are my favorite model.” She giggles.

“Aunt Kal, yesterday at school, we had gym, and I played with a parachute. We got to run under it, and we hided from Mrs. Jones. Did you play parachute in school? Want to hear a new song?” I take a sip of my soda and smile, loving this conversation.

“Yes, I did play parachute in gym. I loved it. Of course, I want to hear you sing.” I look over at the family picture I have of Braden and his family. His wife Sarah is beautiful, and so are the girls. I’m so happy with the life he has made for himself. It gives me hope that one day I will have something similar.

“I’m a puppy . . . bark, bark, bark. I like to be pet, and I lick your face. I am chasing the ball and sliding on the floor.” She laughs, and I know she is just singing what the dog is doing.

“Sweetie, I love that song.” I hear Braden in the background and know our conversation will soon be over.

“But Daddy, I want to talk to Aunt Kal.” I hear him tell her to say goodbye, and she does with a sad little voice.