Morgan was an incredibly sexy girl for her age with a stunning face and equally impressive figure.

PREFACE
Proudly displayed on a corkboard in my freshman dorm was a photo collage of girls from my hometown. Morgan, was a crowd favorite. She was a high school senior and captain of my high school's cheerleading team. She was an incredibly sexy girl for her age with a stunning face and equally impressive figure. We flirted all throughout our high school years but never took it any further as I was in a committed relationship.

One afternoon I received a new group of photos from Morgan in the mail: various poolside shots of her that accentuated her two most impressive attributes. Now unattached, a part of me, couldn't wait to get home to thank her. My best friend Greg, however, fell in love instantly.

"That's it," he exclaimed, "I need to see more."
"I don't know. I don't think she'll send me any nude shots."
"Not acceptable!" he belted out. "A girl this HOT - I need video!"
"VIDEO?"
"Whatever you have to do, man. I need to see that girl in action!"
"I can tell you right now, she won't be into that."
"Pussy!"
"Dude, I'll ruin any shot I've got if I even suggest video."
"I need video."
"There's just no way."
"I'll give you $100 if you get a video with that girl."

$100 goes a long way in college.

"I'll see what I can do."

Now, as you have read, I was no stranger to voyeurism, but, at the time (pre-Internet), secretly video taping one's sexual escapades was virgin territory – at least is was to me. I knew one thing was for certain, Morgan would never willingly participate in the creation of a video tape. Even though I was not the first to lay my eyes or my hands on her perfect body, she had yet to participate in intercourse, thus adding to the challenge.

When I got home that summer I quickly sought out Morgan. In a most romantic fashion, I took her virginity. About three weeks later, I put my plan into effect.

I positioned my parents’ "old school" video camera in the closet hidden under a pile of clothes and pointed towards the bed. The actual camera was connected to half of the VCR which you typically carried under your arm, all powered by a battery that lasted about thirty minutes! So, yeah, “old school.”

I invited Morgan to my parents’ house one early afternoon with the intention of secretly taping a quickie before hanging out by the pool. I turned the camera on when Morgan pulled up, ran downstairs and met her at the front door. With my parents both at work I suggested that we go upstairs. Finding an opportunity to comfortably engage in unbridled passion was hard to come by as we both lived with our parents.

We went upstairs. Knowing that my time was limited I made quick work of her clothes, laid her on the bed and went to work wrapping up with a nice load on her flat stomach and beautiful breasts. Good stuff.

I proudly returned to school with tape in hand.

"Here you go," I said handing the video to Greg.
"NO WAY!" he shouted.
"Yes, way," I said.
My other roommates and I sat in front of the TV in our new apartment and hi-fived my achievement as I collected my $100.

That's only the beginning of my story…

My work-study job was as a tour guide and recruiter for my school's football team. Each Friday, during the off-season, we would host as many as twenty high school seniors introducing them to the life of a student-athlete at Canisius College. The hosting typically involved a house party or two, wings and, if their fake ID was convincing enough, a visit to some of the local hot spots. Greg and I, with our increasing popularity around campus, were our team's most effective recruiters. It wasn't uncommon for the evening to start and end at our newly renovated apartment on Main Street.

One Friday night, during a very busy recruiting weekend, I had asked Greg to cover for me. I only recently started dating Annie, a professional cheerleader for the Buffalo Bills.

Talk about an impressive conversation to have with a bunch of high-school kids: "Sorry, boys, but tonight I won't be able to join you. I have a date with a professional cheerleader. You'll be in good hands with Greg, I assure you."

The four recruits assigned to me, were in awe.

As I was on my date, the news spread quickly amongst the recruits about my whereabouts and the questions started to fly.

"Is he really dating a professional cheerleader?"

Greg, who was still involved with his high school sweetheart, had lived vicariously through me.

"John is THE MAN," he bragged, sharing a host of stories about my early collegiate conquests: The stripper in Canada, the volleyball player, spring break, my threesome with Gina and Lauren and THE VIDEO.

Greg invited the entire recruiting class and a portion of our football team over to watch the tape of Morgan and I while I was on my date with Annie.

As Annie and I walked into my apartment, the living room floor looked like a team photo with some thirty teenagers watching the tape. Luckily Annie could not see the TV nor did she want to be put on display in front of a pack of horny football players – she did that every Sunday in the fall. She quickly made her way into my bedroom as I received a host of compliments from the recruits and my teammates on both the tape and my date.

Annie and I hung out in my room for a few minutes when, suddenly, the living room erupted into a cheer.

"What the hell was that?" Annie asked.

"Beats me," I lied when I knew darn well why they were cheering…

…THE MONEY SHOT!