Video Conferencing by Snowfall E-mail: winters@mailcity.com Fade in... Jim had been out of work for a few months now but he has recently been accepted to a new company that dealt with a new Video Conferencing system. He invited me over one night to show off his stuff. As I pulled into the driveway I noticed that there were several cars already parked in front of his house. I suspected that I wasn't the only one Jim was trying to pitch his products to (two bird's with one stone type of thinking). He probably called over the rest of his old college buds, hoping for a quick sell. I was right. Most of the old faces were there. We had all taken business and excelled in our chosen professions, except Jim. He had always been the smartest among us. We used to ask him for answers to assignments and everything. If anyone should have succeeded among the group it was Jim. But, he was always the dreamer... not that it was a bad thing. His wild ideas were what gave him that edge, unfortunately he stays on that edge too often and forgets about the rest of his work. Jim took my coat and commented about how I had lost some weight. From anyone else it would be another line, but from Jim, like everything else it had a sincerity that seemed to come from the heart. He was like that. Jim invited me into his living room where some of his guests were already seated. "This better be good Jim." I said feigning annoyance. "Oh you'll love this one Cara." Jim said. I smiled . Somehow because of those few words I actually thought I might. Everyone quieted down and Jim began his piece. He had a big screen set up in here and another in the bedroom adjacent to this room. He explained about how the camera was inside the screen and how between each flicker of an image it projected it took one of its own, and that because it was so fast you hardly noticed it at all. Jim then left the room and went into his bedroom. True enough his image was projected on screen and from there he continued to lecture us about the possibilities and advantages. An hour later we were all drinking, admiring his new do-hickey, and basically catching up on old times. It was another hour later that everyone started to leave and thank Jim for his graciousness. None of them looked the least bit convinced that VC was the wave of the future, but they all said they would think about it. When I was about to leave Jim pulled me back and asked me to stay, so I did. "Well Cara?" Jim asked "What do you think, I mean, what do you REALLY think?" "I don't know Jim, maybe you just haven't found the right market for this thing. I mean It's not bad, but well..." As he slumped in his chair Jim looked like his best friend had let him down. I guess in a way I did. I said my good-bye again and left. I sat in my car ready to leave, but part of me still felt a bit guilty. I decided to go back inside. I thought that maybe I could cheer him up. As I got up the steps I noticed that although the lights were off his front door was still open. I hadn't shut it on my way out, and he didn't bother to close it. "Jim?" I said as I shut the door. No answer. I noticed that he had left the machine on. It was still projecting images from his bedroom. There I saw him, sitting by the side of the bed and staring at a blank wall. "Oh, Jim..." I said quietly. My heart went out to him. Jim stood up, I thought he herd me as he started to face the screen, but then he started to remove his shirt. I realized that he probably thought the screen was off because it was so dark in my side, so he didn't know I was there. He dropped his shirt to the floor. I guessed I should have said something but I was a bit surprised at what I was seeing. Jim looked good under there. He was definitely an Adonis. He had broad shoulders, a washboard stomach and bulges in his arms on all the right places. I was seeing him in a new light. He wasn't the skinny Jim who used to look like a hanger with a jersey on whenever he played basketball with the other guys. He had definitely been working out. Jim faced back as he undid his pants. He wasn't wearing a g-string or anything but his tight muscular ass showed through his briefs nonetheless. His legs weren't half bad either. "Damn, Jim. Where were you all this time?" I said a bit louder than I wanted. Jim spun around. His back was good but his front was much, much better. Jim was limp but he was big, 6 maybe 7 inches big. Funny I never thought about Jim beyond being a good friend but now... "Is someone there?" Jim asked. I didn't make a sound. Jim paused for awhile in that position, till I he was satisfied that it was probably the wind. As he started to lay down on his bed, I relaxed my muscles, which were up to now pretty tense, and sat down on his couch. I was enjoying this and I felt it as I sat down and my now wet underwear started to squish. Jim, now lying down with his side toward the monitor, pulled out a magazine from his side table. I recognized the type immediately. It was hard to miss with a naked woman being eaten from the bottom I realized that I may be in for a good show very soon. As Jim leafed through the magazine and I saw his enormous member slowly make it's way past the underwear garter. Jim grabbed his cock and stated stroking it with one hand and holding the magazine in the other. As he was getting bigger his muscles started to tense all over his body. His fingers mover quickly, up and down his organ, and sweat began to form on his forehead. His eyes closed slowly and his other hand put the magazine aside and grabbed his balls. He massaged them and kept with the rhythm on his groin. His mouth open a bit and he was breathing heavily, as his eyes shut tighter as if in deep concentration trying to keep an image in mind. Part of me wondered who it was Jim was fucking in his mind. The girl from the cover perhaps or maybe one of our old classmates, or maybe even me... I slipped my hand under my skirt and did some masturbating of my own trying to keep up with Jim but he came too quickly. Thick white milk spurted from him and landed on his chest. But I was still too hot so I kept going. Jim was starting to recede but I didn't want him to, not yet. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine him sticking himself inside me, holding me, fondling me, and touching me. I moaned as I came. The lights turned on and I saw Jim looking at me from the doorway to his bedroom. Jim stood there for a while looking at me caught with one hand in my skirt and one hand feeling my breasts through my blouse. Then he shut the door. I saw him return to the screen and now he was watching me. A self-consciously I stood up. His eyes kept on mine as I started to remove my blouse. Then I undid my bra and let it slide down my arms to the floor. I stood there letting him inspect me. My breasts weren't that big, I wondered if he liked what he saw. My nipples were still standing up from the attention I had given them a while ago and I had goosebumps all over. He looked at me and smiled, so I continued. I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall as I spun around letting him inspect the rest of me. I felt his eyes on my body. I was getting even hotter from the attention I was being given. As I turned back I saw he was hard again and starting to rub himself, slowly this time. I smiled and walked toward the screen. I kissed the projection of his cock. Jim smiled. He moved closer till his cock filled the whole screen. I started licking and sucking the glass monitor. Then he pulled back, It was my turn. I took off my panties and stuck my pussy to the screen I felt the cold glass on my hot body. I saw his lips kiss me all over. I felt the movement of the lights as it shifted colors to project the movements of my partners lips. I put my finger inside my wet cunt and began again. I got high pretty fast. I fell back on the couch and watched the screen. Jim was kneeling and rubbing himself. There we were, two lovers, watching each other getting off on each other. A glass screen and electrical signals sending us up the ultimate high. I kept my eyes on the screen and came. ...fade out.