Then she unsnapped her jeans and pulled them and her panties off together. I noticed she shaved her pussy. She pulled out a cute pair of cotton boy shorts and pulled them on. I pulled off my jeans and panties and pulled on the pajama bottoms she gave me.
She asked me if I wanted some wine. Then she made a joke, “I always get this backwards. Wine first, then get naked. No wonder no one dates me.”
We both laughed and went to the living room and drank some wine. It was bedtime. We both climbed into bed. My heart was beating. My hand accidentally brushed her hip. I apologized.
“No problem,” she said. “Wore panties just so you’d be comfortable.”
We both laughed. I think she fell asleep right away. I was awake for a while. I kept thinking what a great body she had.
Next morning we got up, said our goodbyes and headed out. I went home to change. She went to work on her project. Our interview was in a few days.
On the day of the interview we were ready. We had the camera angles worked out. We had the questions and follow up questions. We weren’t expecting anything exciting. Standard fare.
We both dressed nice. Given Vanessa’s assumption on why we got the interview, we decided to go on the sexy side of professional. You know, what you would see actors wear on TV when they were supposed to be professional but would be clubwear in real life. We looked professional but hot. We thought it might gain us some advantage.
We showed up in his office and were shown in. We reviewed what we were going to do and game plan for the interview. It was then that things got strange. I had the camera rolling when he made an off color joke about having a 3 some with us.
Alone, I would have died, but Vanessa jumped right in. First she asked if I got that on tape. I had. Then explained that she wanted to keep it professional and asked if he had an issue with that.
The guy freaked and tried to make a joke of it, almost begging us not to show it. Vanessa didn’t reply. She just said we’d get on with the interview.
The guy was obviously hoping for the best. We started the interview. It was tame but he looked a little nervous. Then Vanessa asked him a more controversial question. It had been in the news for months. It was about a financial relationship with a firm doing a big public works project. We knew the answer, he’d given the rehearsed answer to many reporters over the last few months.
He was looking at me and the camera when she asked. I admit I was showing a lot of leg. You could see the worried look on his face. I think he only 12 realized she’d asked the question when he answered. To our surprise he did not give the standard answer. He told the truth, and mentioned the start of the paper trail.
All of a sudden his face went white. He realized what he’d done. He was so worried about the initial inappropriate comment, he had not paid attention to the next question.
He started back pedaling, but Vanessa had him. He looked trapped. His movements were those of an animal trying to escape. He asked if we could start again, he was trying to ingratiate himself to us. He asked us to stop the cameras. We didn’t. He declared the meeting over. Two men came to get the camera. I explained that all the footage was also shot with my iPad and was already in the cloud.
They let us go.
Vanessa and I drove straight to the editing lab. When we were done we had no idea what to do next. We knew we had more than a class project. We called her professor and he agreed to meet us. He watched the interview and called one of the local TV news stations. We were on our way there. When we got there a room full of people watched the video.
There was a discussion on who would do the piece. They talked about cutting Vanessa out and letting one of the usual anchors do the interview. They decided to use Vanessa. The story was a success and had the desired effect. It was a local story so it did not make news anywhere else.
We were excited though. The entire news team took us out to celebrate. Vanessa and I sat next to each other. In the excitement she was hugging me or holding my hand, or touching me in some way the whole night. When it was time to say goodnight, she gave me a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and we said goodnight.
In the end we were excited. It was more than we’d hoped for. We both got As for the project. On top of that Vanessa’s professor submitted the project for a local award. We won. There was a small ceremony.
During that time I probably talked about Vanessa a lot. No one I knew even used her name. They just said, “Your girl crush.”
I didn’t see her much after that class. I know she graduated and got a job at a local news station. Whenever she was on, someone would invariably say, “Hey look, it’s your girl crush.”
I stopped objecting. I’d get in on the joke. I’d say things like, “Look at her, she gorgeous, of course I’d do her,” or “Admit it, you’d do her if you had the chance.” We all laughed.
There was a difference though. I was no longer 18. I was still straight. I loved dating guys, but there was a part of me that knew, given the chance, I’d might have sex with her. On more than one occasion I’d dream about her. Nothing graphic, but I remembered her naked body and could feel it holding me. Sometimes, while watching her on the news, I’d picture her getting undressed and sometimes, I’d think about the comment she made about wearing panties because I was there. I admit I would often masturbate to just that thought.