Dark Room

Jason was in his first year at University. His University, as do most Universities, offered a great number of different clubs and societies that one could join. None of them really sparked his interest, until he came across the photography club. What appealed to him was that there was prize money to be one for the best photographic project. He joined, picked up the pamphlet, and went off to decide what his project would be about.

Jason began taking candid shots around the University, still with no real direction. After finishing off two roles of film, he took them to the dark room to be processed. There were several people using the dark room at the same time. Jason began speaking with a young girl who was using the enlarger next to him. Their conversation included talk of the competition, the academic work they had been given at Uni, and then began to get more personal. The two of them chatted for hours, even after all the other people had left. Losing track of time, the two discussed all sort of matters into the midnight hours. Jason, finally realising that he had done all the film processing he needed to do, turned to the girl, whose name he did not know, and whose face he had not even seen clearly in the dim red light of the photo lab. "Well, I guess that’s about it," he began to say, when all of a sudden, he felt the girls arms wrap around him, and draw him closer. He felt her lips on his. They began to kiss. Her hands slid up and down his back. He hesitated for a moment, and then realised what opportunity was being thrust upon him. He allowed it to go on, and go on it did. They worked their way up on to the print check bench, and began to undress each other. He began to run his tongue down her neck, onto her breasts, and lower still. They played and fondled for a time, and then in one inescapable urge, he was inside her. What had caused her to become this way he knew not, and he cared not either for the time being. They both pushed themselves into each other until both of them reached orgasm. But no sooner had Jason withdrawn from her, the girl jumped down from the bench, pulled on her underwear, threw over her dress, and ran from the room, not even pausing to collect her prints and film. This girl he had just had this most breathtaking experience with had run from the dark room, and out of his life, and he had not even seen her face.