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It had been a little over a month since Beth (under the screen name emmahott4u23) had first encountered razr242 on the amateur webcam site. Since then, they’d kept a regular Friday night ritual. Beth, always competitive, had made a game of it. If she was able to get him to cum before she did, she considered it a win for her. If, on the other hand, she came first, then the points went to him. So far, she was ahead three to one (and that one had been close. Seeing her orgasming on camera had sent him quickly over the edge of his own). Despite the regularity of their sessions, they maintained their anonymity. They never revealed their faces, names, or any other identifying information to each other. From what she could gather from their short post-orgasm talks, razr242 was some kind of professional whose career could be harmed if his online habits were found out. As for Beth, she simply enjoyed the secrecy of it. It added to the eroticism. Beth looked forward to Friday nights all week. God knew she needed something. School and volleyball took up all her time the rest of the week. She was constantly rushing from one meeting, class, practice, or appointment to the next. Beth was beyond stressed out. Still, here she was, about to take on another project. Last week, the athletic videographer had been caught smoking weed on the job, and was fired. They found a replacement easily enough, but he couldn’t start until next week. The Men’s volleyball team was scheduled to play that Tuesday. Beth knew how important it was to be able to review games. Since Beth was an art major, Coach Frederick asked if maybe she knew someone who could film the game, or at least lend a camera. Beth couldn’t say no. Now, she was standing outside Dr. Jessup’s office. She knocked timidly on the door. There were some shuffling sounds from the other side, and a few seconds later, it opened. The office was cluttered with audio/video equipment and books. A plastic action figure of some obscure sword-wielding anime character sat on the corner of his desk. A Salvador Dali poster hung on the far wall. These were the most obvious (though pathetic) attempts at decorating. The man himself also looked disorganized. His blue-striped button-down shirt was untucked from his blue jeans. He was tall and skinny, and had wild curly golden hair that may not have seen a comb in years from the look of it, though he was constantly running his fingers nervously through it. He wore those thick-framed nerdy glasses that were currently in style. He’d been hired earlier that year, fresh out of school. He couldn’t be more than thirty-two (though he looked younger), which was only six or seven years older than Beth. She, like many of the other girls in Dr. Jessup’s class, found him very cute. In another guy the awkwardness have might been annoying, but with him it was kolej escort endearing. “Hey, um, Beth, right?” he said. “Yeah,” Beth acknowledged. “I e-mailed you earlier about the video camera.” “Yes! Right right right!” he exclaimed. He had a certain aura of being perpetually flustered that Beth found both charming and disarming. “Uh… hm, why don’t you, uh, come in for a minute?” “We’re really grateful that you’re lending your equipment to us, Dr. Jessup,” Beth said, as she stepped inside the office and allowed the door to swing shut behind her. “Hm, well, yes. All for a good cause, right?” He smiled at her, and chuckled anxiously. “Anyway, it’s no, uh, problem…hm…. Ah, here it is.” Jessup picked up a grey nylon case from behind a pile of books, toppling a few in the process. He set it on his desk, undid the zipper, and flipped open the lip. Inside was the camera; a black one with Canon XF200 printed on the side. There were also a number of cables, attachments, and other accessories stuffed into various slots and pockets. “Have you ever, uh, used one of these before?” Jessup asked, removing the camera. “My cousin had a camcorder when we were younger,” Beth admitted sheepishly. “We used to make movies with it to show to our parents. It wasn’t too hard to use. Just press record, look through the little window, and point it at whatever you want to film.” “Ha! Yeah,” he laughed. “That’s the, uh, basic idea. Um, but this is a little more, uh, complicated. Let’s uh… Let me show you how to set it up. Hm…” He looked around his office, finally locating another tall bag leaning in one of the corners. But this seemed to present him with a whole new set of problems to solve as he spun around, taking full stock of the chaos of his office, and trying to find a clear space for the demonstration. “Maybe we should, uh- we’d probably be better off doing this in the hallway,” he suggested. “Sure,” Beth agreed. She held the door as Jessup wrestled his equipment through it. First, he unzipped the tall bag, which turned out to be a tripod. He demonstrated how to set it up and adjust it using the various knobs and levers. After that, he took out the camera, showing her how to mount it to the tripod, and how to release it. Then he explained how the various attachments connected to the camera. Finally, he turned on the camera. He flipped too quickly through a bunch of settings that Beth felt hopeless to follow, let alone remember. However, he promised to set everything up as much as he could before Beth started filming. All she’d have to do after all was point it at whatever she wanted and hit record. After about half an hour of tutorial Beth thought she could probably manage it. It wouldn’t be that much different from those summer afternoons with her cousin. “And if you, uh, sihhiye escort bayan get stuck or anything, there’s always the, uh, manual,” Dr. Jessup concluded, pulling out a user’s guide about as thick as Pride & Prejudice. “Can’t I just call or text you?” Beth asked. “I, um…” Jessup tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of his head, and stared at his shoes. “I don’t like to, uh, give my phone number to, hm, students. Sorry.” “Come on, Dr. Jessup,” Beth pleaded. “Do you really expect me to sit there trying to figure out what this manual is supposed to be saying all night?” “Yeah, hm, er… I mean… No, okay, yeah… I guess it’s alright.” “Thanks, Dr. Jessup, you’re the best!” Beth exclaimed. She had a brief impulse to hug him and plant a kiss on his cheek, but caught herself. After all, he was her professor, not just some cute awkward boy. Beth and Jessup traded phone numbers, and then Beth slung the equipment over her shoulder and carried it back to her apartment. There, she practiced putting the camera together and taking it apart again a few times to make sure she was ready for the game. The practice paid off. Beth had no problems setting up the equipment Tuesday night. The game was a close loss for the guys. She knew Coach Frederick would want to closely scrutinize every last detail of the team’s performance as soon as possible. On Wednesday before her own practice that night, Beth figured out how to transfer the video to her laptop, and then to convert it to an .mp4 video with a little effort and help from Google. On Thursday afternoon, Beth was in the laundry room in the basement of her building. A couple of other girls were down there, chatting and waiting for their machines to finish their cycle. Overhearing their conversation, Beth learned that there had been a few break-ins in the last couple of weeks. Her mind leapt to the expensive video equipment sitting in the middle of her living-room. A sense of panic gripped her as she loaded the washing machines with her laundry. She slammed the lids shut, grabbed her laundry basket, and rushed for the elevator. In a few minutes, she opened her apartment door. There, in the middle of the living room where she’d left it, was the equipment, safe and sound. Beth breathed a sigh of relief. She moved it to her bedroom, stuffing it into her closet. After a few minutes she went back and covered it with a blanket for good measure. Even then, she knew it wasn’t secure. Beth had arranged to return the camera to Dr. Jessup in his office on Monday during his regular office hours. Now, she didn’t know if it was a good idea to wait that long. What if something happened? Beth didn’t know what she’d do if someone broke in and stole his equipment. As a student there was no way she’d be able to afford to replace it. Escort sincan She picked up her phone and called the number Dr. Jessup had given her. “Hello?” “Hi, Dr. Jessup?” “Hm, yes?” “It’s Beth… I borrowed your camera.” “Oh, right, Beth. Is everything, um, okay?” “Yeah, everything went great. Thanks for letting us borrow your equipment. It’s a big help to the team.” “Sure. Uh, that’s- It’s not a, hm, problem. But you, uh, didn’t need to call me just to, uh, thank me. I mean, couldn’t that wait for Monday?” She was slightly taken aback by the subtle tone of reprimand in his voice. Coming from Jessup, it was akin to yelling at her. Beth felt it was undeserved, especially since she was trying to do the responsible thing, and look out for both their interests. Still, she pressed on trying not to let her temper get the best of her. “Well, I didn’t want to wait that long. There were some break-ins in my building.” “Oh?” “I mean, I haven’t been robbed yet, but I don’t want to take the chance with your equipment.” “Ah, hm… well, okay, I see.” “Is there any way I could give you your camera back today?” “Um…, well I’m working from, uh, home today. I hadn’t planned to come to, er, school.” “Well, I could drop it off at your place. It’s not a problem.” Beth suggested hopefully. She was eager to be rid of the camera. “I, er, hm…” Jessup stammered, “I mean, I don’t usually, uh, students here… you know?” “Please,” Beth pleaded. “Well… I mean… fine, okay, I guess.” Dr. Jessup gave her his address. It was on the other side of town. “How, uh- when do you plan on, hm, coming?” “I have a few things to take care of here,” Beth said, thinking of her laundry. “How about in a couple of hours?” “Around, hm, 3:30? Yeah, okay, I think, uh, that should be fine.” “Thanks, Dr. Jessup.” “You’re welcome. I’ll see you, uh, soon. Bye.” “Bye.” *** Jessup’s apartment was situated above a custom wood furniture store. Tables and dressers were displayed in the window with price tags Beth never dreamed of being able to afford. She entered a plain looking door to the side of the shop, climbed a dim-lit set of stairs with a musty smelling carpet, and arrived at a short hallway with four doors. She knocked on the one marked B. The door opened. Bright sunlight flooded out from large windows, contrasting with the darkness of the hallway. As her eyes adjusted, she observed Jessup. He was dressed much the same as the last time she’d seen him, jeans and an untucked shirt – this one plaid instead of striped. “Hi, Dr. Jessup,” Beth said. She was already shrugging the strap of the tripod from her shoulder and pressing it into his arms. “Um, hi,” Jessup said. Outside the context of school, he just looked like some awkwardly cute guy. Beth caught herself smiling at him, and had to remind herself that he was still her professor. “Dr. Jessup, can I ask you another favor?” Beth asked, handing him the camera bag. “Hm, yeah, okay,” he agreed uncertainly. “Would you mind if I used your washroom?” “Oh, yeah, uh, sure,” he said, stepping aside to allow her in. Beth got her first good look at the apartment.

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