“Long Island Lolita” - Bobby the Superboy - Two Truths and A Lie - VOTE NOW!!

The first time I invited someone I met “online” over to my apartment was in 1997. I was a youngster living in NYC at the time attending film school. She was this little raver chick from Long Island who said she was eighteen (she did not look it when we met though) and attending Hofstra University. We had set it up that we’d meet at Grand Central Station where her train came in and then take the B local up to my place in The Bronx. She’d talked all this crazy sex shit online, and one of the things she’d talked about was wanting to fool around on the train ride, you know, like hand in the lap kind of stuff, but she was so shy for the first half hour we hung out that I doubted she even liked me.

Eventually we get back to my tiny ass studio and because of school I was always working on some student project or another, so I had film equipment everywhere. I think I had something like different cameras in my place at the time. We drank, I was just as hooked on 40oz bottles of Mickey’s then as I am now, I played some records, and we chilled.

The whole time she was acting very interested in the cameras. Like she always had them in her hands, was turning them on and off, and I was showing her how to use them. Then she just busts out and tells me that she has always had something of a camera fetish. A camera fetish? I think. Bitch, you’re like 14! (so far I had avoided bringing up the age thing because in my juvenile ass mind I figured “don’t ask don’t tell” could hold up in court if need be). So she asked me to film her and she did this elaborate, finger in the mouth, good-girl-gone-naughty style strip tease and then masturbated on camera. I barely even had to ask her. She just did it. I destroyed the tape not all that long ago.