Watching Movies with Shannon

When the age of the VCR begins, the machine provides an agent of romance and lust for Shannon and her brother's best friend

Part One

I am old enough to recall the huge impact that video cassette recorders (VCRs) made in the mid-1980s when they began to be affordable to the masses. By the time I first bought one, VCRs had been around for about 10 years. However, in the early days, they were exorbitantly priced and were horribly antiquated compared to the models that became widely available in the decade that followed. I didn’t know a single person who owned one until about 1984.

People of my age group recall that before VCRs became common, the only way you could watch a certain movie was to pay to see it at a theatre or wait for it to show up on TV. Sometimes people would plan their evenings based upon the week’s TV listings in case an especially good flick was scheduled to be aired. Therefore, it was a huge novelty to all of a sudden be able to rent movies (and VCRs on which to watch them). Imagine having the freedom to watch a movie of your choice whenever you wanted! Wow! Of course, the selection of movies was not infinite; it depended entirely on what your local video store had in stock that day. However, if your store did not have a certain title in stock, another store not far away perhaps did. In the late 1980s in my hometown, there was hardly a shopping plaza that did not have a video store located within it. They literally sprang up like weeds.

One huge beneficiary of the home video craze was the pornography industry. Before the advent of VCRs, to watch a porn flick you had to go to a seedy theater—and be amongst filmgoers you likely would not want to associate with—or buy the films yourself if you owned a projector. The privacy and convenience of home videos made having porn flicks easy, anonymous and—let’s be honest—fun. Every video store owner realized quickly that there was an untapped and potentially huge market for renting adult films. Savvy owners quickly allotted ample space in their stores for what were once derided as “dirty movies”.

My friend Carl Fitzgerald was 18 years old in 1986, as was I, Richard Harrison. Carl became tired of the ongoing expense of renting a VCR each time he wanted to watch VHS movies, so he splurged and bought a machine for himself. It was quickly embraced by his four-member family, which included his parents and his sister Shannon. Carl and I had been classmates and good friends for many years, so I was among the first people whom he invited to his house to watch movies. We both liked classic films, so the first night we rented (as my treat) Rear Window and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Carl’s whole family watched along, too.

Shannon, who had been drawn to me since I first met her when she was five, parked herself next to me on a comfy couch. By the end of the first movie, her head was romantically resting on my shoulder. Shannon was more interested in gazing at me with what Mr. Fitzgerald amusingly called “goo-goo eyes” than watching the second half of our double feature. I saw him tap his wife’s shoulder to alert her to his daughter’s love-struck expression. Mr. Fitzgerald thought Shannon was being cute. Mrs. Fitzgerald wasn’t so sure about that.

It was lucky for me that neither one of Shannon’s parents asked for my opinion. If I had to give an honest one, I would have told them that I enjoyed Shannon’s affectionate actions very much! Shannon had blossomed into a very attractive teenage girl. She already had a bust worthy of a 21-year-old, which was not too surprising because Mrs. Fitzgerald was a well-endowed woman—and that type of attribute typically seems to run in families. She also had a very pretty face, dimples, and a smile that could convey more than happiness.

It became a bit of a tradition that I would come to the Fitzgerald house at least once a week to watch movies with Carl and his family. I insisted on paying for the VHS rentals, but that gave me some clout to choose personal favorites of mine. Before our third movie night, Shannon accompanied Carl and me to our usual video store. Prior to that day, Shannon had never been inside one. As a kind gesture, I suggested that she could choose one of the movies we would watch. Carl and I headed to the classic film section while Shannon went on her own. Since this store did not yet have their adult films hidden behind curtains—as was later required by law in my hometown—she brought back two doozies for Carl and me to consider. One’s title is embedded in my brain forever: Anal Annie and the Willing Husbands. Its cover featured a man with a sizeable schlong about to penetrate the behind of an Asian girl while another female looked on approvingly. The other film’s title I’ve forgotten but its stars were Seka—a very busty platinum blonde—and a black man known as Long Dong Silver. His stage name clearly indicated why he was a star performer in the pornographic film business.

I burst out laughing, but Carl had more of his mother’s outlook on life than his father’s easygoing attitude. He was quite displeased with his little sister’s surprising taste in movies. He took Shannon’s two videos to the checkout counter, and angrily showed the clerk what kind of films a anyone had unfettered access to in his store. The clerk gave Carl the standard response, “I only work here. You’ll have to discuss this with the manager—and he’s not here now.” We quickly chose two family-friendly comedies, I paid the rental fees and we left the premises. Carl was still miffed when we got into his car. I don’t think Carl ever returned to that store again—but he didn’t rat out his sister’s choice of entertainment to his parents.

The following week when I chose two classic westerns for the four of us to view (Red River and High Noon), Shannon assumed her regular place on the couch, just inches from me. About two minutes into the first film, Shannon rested her head on my shoulder. (It was becoming more and more difficult by the week for me not to reciprocate the affection by putting my right arm around her.) About 20 minutes later she boldly wrapped her arms around me. I could see that Mrs. Fitzgerald was watching us closely and I knew this wouldn’t last much longer. When Shannon put her right hand under my shirt and started to caress my chest, the jig was up for her. Her mother stepped in.

“Shannon!” Mrs. Fitzgerald shouted loud enough to startle Carl into momentarily stopping Red River. “We’ve already had a talk about your behavior when Richard is here! I’m sure he doesn’t want you mauling him all night and is just too polite to say so. Leave him alone!”

Of course, Mrs. Fitzgerald was entirely wrong. I was enjoying Shannon’s groping very much! I liked it so thoroughly that I was dangerously close to getting a bulging erection in my shorts that no one in the room could possibly overlook. Shannon didn’t take her mother’s criticism well and stormed down the hallway.

Carl was one of those people who becomes so totally engrossed in a movie once he starts to watch it that he is oblivious to all else. He had no idea what his sister was doing that upset his mother so much. His father had to explain what had occurred.

“Shannon thought she was in the back row of a dark movie theatre with Richard as her date!” he joked. “She was getting a little bit too touchy-feely with your friend... at least by your mother’s standards.”

Carl just rolled his eyes, but his mother glared at her husband. I sensed that the two Fitzgerald parents were about to have a loud conversation about proper child rearing that I did not want to hear, so I announced, “Hey, I didn’t mind. I know Shannon likes me very much. She always has. She’s an affectionate teenager. Put all those things together and...well, you know.”

That comment at least stopped the Fitzgeralds from arguing for as long as I was there. Shannon never did return for the rest of that week’s movie night—and I did not like that result. The movies I rented were intended as a treat for the whole family.

The following week, the Fitzgerald parents were out of town, so just Carl, Shannon and I were watching movies. I felt badly for Shannon, so I told Carl I’d let Shannon select the movies—but he could veto any inappropriate choices. Shannon sensibly selected Back to the Future and an old Disney flick, The Love Bug.

Carl became drowsy and fell asleep during the second film. Shannon used the opportunity to resume her sensual groping of me. I didn’t object, but I put an index finger to my lips to indicate that whatever she wanted to do, she couldn’t wake her brother—or there’d certainly be big trouble for both of us.

Shannon got right down to business and promptly stuck her left hand down my shorts and began to caress my scrotum! I had not expected Shannon to be that forward in her lustful and romantic advances towards me. My erection was almost instantaneous. Not to be outdone, I put my right arm around her and fondled Shannon’s lovely right breast. She giggled, almost too loudly, but Carl remained asleep—for about a minute. Somehow, I sensed Carl would wake up soon, so I stopped feeling up Shannon with my right hand and used it to lift her left hand out of my pants. Carl did awaken, but by that time Shannon was back to her usual head on my shoulder position. Thankfully, Carl hadn’t seen a thing.

Shortly thereafter I myself purchased a VCR. All these years later, I can still recall the price I paid for it—exactly $600. Carl and Shannon came to my grand opening. They, along with my parents and I watched a long Alfred Hitchcock thriller, The Man Who Knew Too Much, which was a favorite film of my father’s.

Until this night, Shannon had never been inside my house. Furthermore, neither of my parents had ever met her before. As usual, Shannon sat beside me during the movie, but she kept her hands to herself—which was unusual for her. When Dad and I went to get some snacks and drinks from the kitchen for everyone, he gave me a gentle elbow to my ribcage and quietly commented, “Shannon’s a delicious little treasure, isn’t she?”

“I hope so!” I replied enigmatically. I had been planning to take advantage of Shannon’s lustful behavior when my parents went on vacation for two weeks. That would start in five days.

Shannon helped me take some uneaten snacks back to the kitchen that was up a flight of stairs from the rec room where my new VCR was being broken in. It was the only time all night we were alone together. I whispered, “Shannon, I want you...and I know you want me. I’ll have this house to myself starting on Friday morning. School is out now. On Friday afternoon, tell your parents you are going to one of your friends’ homes, but come here instead.” I gave her a slip of paper with my phone number on it. I continued, “Call me sometime on Friday. I’ll be home all day, so call to tell me the time you’ll be arriving. To begin our fun, I’ll get a couple of movies for us that we can watch privately on my new VCR.”

“Which movies?” she asked inquisitively.

“If they’re not already rented, ” I replied, “I’ll get those two triple-X movies that you wanted to rent a few weeks ago. Maybe they’ll give us some inspiring ideas about how we can spend Friday afternoon!”

“That’s a really great idea, Richard!” Shannon said excitedly. She gave me a sexy smile, too. Then we both descended to the rec room to see the terrific conclusion of The Man Who Knew Too Much.

On Thursday night, I returned to that video store where Carl had made a scene and paid for a three-day rental of those two cinematic masterpieces.

Part Two

The phone rang at 11:10 on Friday morning. I picked it up on the first ring. “Richard...it’s Shannon, ” she said. “I’ll arrive at about 1 p.m. See you then.” She hung up without me having a chance to say anything in return.

Had I had the opportunity, I would have yelled, “Hooray!” The prospect of bedding Shannon thrilled me, despite her young age—or perhaps because of it. On that Friday, I could have counted my previous sexual encounters on my fingers and still have had quite a few left over. (That total didn’t include Shannon’s stealthy but aborted attempt to give me a hand job during The Love Bug.) To a horny 18-year-old male, if any female had blossomed like Shannon had, she ought to be fair game for carnal delights.

I saw Shannon walking down the street toward my house at about 12:55. When she saw me open the front door, Shannon sprinted the last 50 yards. She was quite an eager girl! Despite my greeting her with a long passionate kiss (and a quick fondle of her perky breasts), to my disappointment, she was more eager to watch the porno movies than get right to business ourselves. We watched the Anal Annie flick. Neither one of us got enthusiastic about bum-fucking, but Shannon was mesmerized by the cunnilingus scenes. Myself, I preferred the few scenes where the stars passionately engaged in good, old-fashioned vaginal penetration.

“Should I put the second film in the VCR?” I asked Shannon when the first one had concluded.

“No!” she replied emphatically, “Let’s fuck now! Can we do the pussy-licking first, like we saw in that movie? I think I’d like that!”

“Okay, but I get to undress you to start things off right, ” I insisted.

Shannon stood in front of me, waiting to be disrobed by her brother’s horny buddy. I had to stop to admire her first. She was indeed a gorgeous little thing. I suspected every boy in her school—and a few older men—must have had lustful thoughts about her. Shannon knocked me out of my temporary stupor by asking me what I was waiting for, so I began the happy task of removing her girly garments.

First, I lifted her red and green t-shirt off her torso, exposing a white brassiere. That undergarment came off next. Her sexy mounds gently jiggled as they settled. That was arousing! “Very nice, Shannon! Very nice, indeed!” I said to her. Then I kissed her soft lips. I delayed the removal the clothing beneath her waste to fondle and suck on her beautiful breasts. They were firm but pliable. Her nipples quickly became hard, inviting me to suck on them. Of course, I did. Who wouldn’t? I put my face between them and asked Shannon to squeeze them against my cheeks. She laughed but she still complied with my odd sexual request.

Next, I pulled down her jeans to expose a pair of white panties decorated with blue dots. I yanked those down probably a little too fast, but I couldn’t help myself. I told Shannon to keep her white socks on. For some odd reason, girls wearing pristine white socks was and always has been a sexual turn-on for me. (I've never quite figured out why that is.) I told Shannon to make herself comfortable on the couch while I swiftly undressed. My dick was already stiff with anticipation.

“Lick my pussy, Richard, just like the guy did to the girl in the movie, ” Shannon pleaded. “Make me come, too, please.”

“I’ll do my best!” I told her.

That’s what I did. I enthusiastically licked every inch of her fabulous cunny, paying close attention to her sensitive clit. When I could sense Shannon was nearing an orgasm, I told her to relax and let it happen. She did—and I was there to lap it up. “Excellent, ” I told her between licks. (Dad was right! Shannon was absolutely a delicious little thing in more ways than one!)

I was already rock hard and I planned to get straight into fucking Shannon’s pussy, but she insisted she wanted to try performing fellatio “just like the Asian girl” in the movie. So, we traded spots. I relaxed on the couch in the same spot where Shannon had been a minute earlier. She put her mouth on my stiff member and went at it. Shannon had certainly learned a lot from the Anal Annie movie, how to stroke, suck, lick and kiss my dick effectively. I was astonished that I didn’t ejaculate all over her face at some point. I told her she was a blowjob pro, but I needed to fuck her pussy now while I had some semblance of self-control over my inevitable cum shot.

I kissed Shannon passionately and lifted her back onto the couch. She spread her legs compliantly and I mounted her. I pushed the head of my dick into Shannon’s tight vagina. My little lover whimpered for a moment, but she seemed totally blissful about being penetrated. I shoved it in further and further. I was frankly amazed that her teenage box could fully accept my throbbing seven-inch wad. I slid it in and out of her for about a minute until I could control myself no more. I managed to pull out at the last possible second and shot sticky ropes of cum onto Shannon’s lower abdomen, navel area, and lovely breasts. To my delight, Shannon mimicked another one of the actresses we had just seen on the TV screen: she immediately placed the shaft of my penis into her mouth to completely drain me of any remaining semen. Between pants, I managed to tell her, “Good girl, Shannon...good girl! You are an angel.”

“My mother thinks I’m a little devil sometimes, ” she confessed.

We never did watch the second porno movie. We spent the next two hours exploring each other intimately. Shannon brought me to another wonderful orgasm with her newly discovered fellatio talents. Every drop of my cum shot went straight into her inviting mouth.

That same Friday, I was back at the Fitzgeralds’ house for another movie night to watch Vertigo and The Apartment. Shannon rested her head gently on my shoulder throughout both films. I guess her mother had grudgingly conceded it was alright for Shannon to show me affection like that as long as I didn’t object. However, Mrs. Fitzgerald did wonder out loud whether or not the adulterous plot of the latter movie was too much for a naïve little girl like Shannon.

She and I both suppressed a giggle.