0 comments/ 27442 views/ 0 favorites Calendar Art Ch. 1 By: irishlass101 Heath stood in front of the open closet, trying to figure out what to wear. "Damn, Trev, how do I let myself get talked into this shite?" Trevor leaned back in the big lounge chair by the window. "Dude, it's for a good cause. You know this calendar will have all proceeds going to the World Children's Hunger Fund." Heath nodded. How could he say no to such a worthy cause? Besides, it was only a photo shoot. He knew Brad Pitt, Orly Bloom, and Joaquin Phoenix were going to pose, too. Each of them would contribute 3 photos, 12 in all, one for each month of the year. It was the photographer's idea to have them do beefcake shots, posing in designer underwear. Heath adjusted his jeans and was tying a do-rag on his head. "Ya know, Trev, I just hope they have underwear there that's big enough." With that, both guys burst out laughing. Chris hurried around the studio; making sure all her props and lighting were in order. Calvin Klein and Ralph Lauren had donated the underwear. Good Lord, she thought, Heath will be here any minute. She could hardly wait to see the HotGod in the red boxer briefs. Chris glanced in the mirror. She liked her reflection. Long strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and an hourglass figure that she kept in shape with yoga and kickboxing. Well, okay, maybe her breasts were a bit "full". She tied the pale blue shirt a bit tighter around her waist. Her jeans complimented her legs; her tattoo just peeking above the band at the small of her back. She pulled her hair back in a loose bun, fastening it with 2 hair sticks. She went back to her equipment. The doorbell rang as she was adjusting the lens. Swallowing hard, she opened the door. Heath stood before her wearing a scruffy pair of jeans, his green Mooks shirt and the red do-rag. He stuck out his hand in greeting. "Hi, I'm Heath. I'm supposed to meet Chris here. He's the photog, I'm told." Chris took his hand. She was so nervous! Oh, man, was his hand nice. Long, strong fingers…."Heath, well, hello. Let me introduce myself. I'm Chris." Oh, no, Heath thought. A woman photog, no one told me that! Course, it had its advantages. She was damn hot looking, not at all like those starving-waif types who he usually ended up with. They could feel the attraction growing. Chris led him into the studio portion of the ranch house. "Is this your place?" Chris nodded. "Yes, I love it here. I have plenty of room to do outdoor shots and have a large studio. Not to mention I can have my beautiful gardens and fountains. My indulgence to myself." She showed Heath to a large sliding door, which opened, into a virtual rainforest-like paradise. Chris poured them each a glass of iced tea and they sat on the patio, sipping the drinks and chatting. Chris was feeling such a strong attraction already. Heath smelled good, he looked good, and he was articulate. Heath was feeling the same way. This was going to be one interesting day. He could feel a stirring in his jeans, and he wondered how he would ever be able to pose nearly nude for this hot woman without the calendar becoming pornographic! Chris was beside herself. Her nipples were so hard; they were beginning to ache. She kept imagining his hands on them, then his lips…..She shivered. "Well, do you feel a bit more relaxed now, Heath?" He nodded. "Shall we get started?" She led him to a large changing room. Chris left him to change, and she went out to set up the first shot. Heath came out wearing dark gray silky loose boxers. Chris inhaled audibly. He saw the look of pure lust she had given him, and he grinned widely. "Guess you like these, eh, girly?" Chris could only nod. He had taken the do-rag off and his curls had shaken loose. She approved of his newly acquired muscular definition, still on the thin side but well defined. The boxers fit him like they had been custom tailored, and, just as she had always fantasized, he was well endowed. Heath noticed Chris had a hard time tearing her eyes away from him. Not to mention, her nipples were like rocks. Heath wanted nothing more that to just take her in his arms and show her what Aussie men were like….. Chris' voice brought him back to the task at hand. Ever the professional, she had him pose several ways. He changed at least 4 times, they took photos in the studio, and out in the foliage behind the patio. Heath decided on the red boxer briefs for the last set. Chris had changed into a little tank top due to the warm weather. Okay, not just the weather, she was determined to have Heath before the day was over! Heath was arranged on a grouping of pillows for the last shoot. The shorts he had on left nothing to the imagination. Chris could hardly take the shots, her hands were shaking and her panties were getting so damp! Heath called her to come closer to ask her a question. She crossed over to him, putting the camera down. He took her hand, pulling her to him. "You know, Chris, this is something I've wanted to do all day." He reached up, taking her face in his hands, running his thumbs along her cheeks. Chris felt hot, almost like she would faint. He gazed at her, memorizing each feature. He pulled the hair sticks out slowly, watching her blonde curls tumble softly down her back. His lips descended softly onto hers. A sweet kiss, her lips tasting like fresh strawberries, with the feel of satin. Chris couldn't help herself, she felt as though she were melting. Her hands slid around his shoulders, and the kiss became hungrier. Heath slid his hands under her top, fumbling for the catch on her bra. She moaned softly into his mouth, causing him to experience an instant erection. She could feel it under her, as he had pulled her into his lap. Breaking the kiss, she shifted and straddled his thighs. He unhooked her bra and pulled both her top and bra off. His lips burned little kisses down her neck, one hand wrapped around her waist, the other stroking her breast. Chris was moaning, all her fantasies coming true! She ran her fingers through his curls, licking her way along his ear and just under it. His lips captured her hard nipple, and he teased it to full hardness with his lips and tongue. His erection strained at the tight shorts. Pulling back, he slid them off. He unfastened Chris' jeans, taking them off and pushing her gently onto her back. The pillows were soft and inviting under them. Heath lowered himself onto Chris, nuzzling her neck, finding all her hot spots. He trailed kisses down from her breasts, over her soft belly, licking around her navel and belly ring. His fingers brushed over her thighs, and Chris involuntarily spread them wider. He loved the feel of her clean- mound. Chris was lost with desire. Heath lightly stroked her lips, watching as she got that much wetter. Smiling, he slid his finger so slowly and gently into her. It was like sliding into a tight, velvet glove. His cock tightened. His tongue teased over the slick lips, then between them. She gasped when he brushed her clit. He loved this, giving this woman so much pleasure and getting so much for himself. He felt her fingers wrap into his hair, and she begged him for more. Heath looked up at her with a naughty grin. "Are you having fun?" Chris could only nod. Heath began licking her faster now. He could feel her contract around his finger. He tickled her g-spot, licking her clit faster now. Chris' head was thrown back, her hair spread out like a cloud under her. She called out his name loudly as she came. Heath held onto her hips, and brought her to another crashing orgasm. Before she could recover, he slid on top of her. His hard member was pressing at her entrance. Chris wrapped her legs around Heath's waist, and he thrust his entire length into her. Crying out, she came again. Heath thrust into her, slowly but deeply. She was so tight and wet; it was hard for him to hold back. He loved feeling every inch sliding in and out of her. Chris covered his neck with kisses, then began to suck his nipples. Heath gasped, and plunged into her faster. As they crashed to orgasm together, their moans echoed through the studio. Heath held Chris tightly. Smiling down at her, he informed her they would be having dinner together later that night, and she would be busy for the next month... Calendar Art Ch. 2 Chris checked herself one more time in the mirror. Denim capris, a pale pink tank top with a pink and blue checked shirt complimented her figure well. She had arranged her hair so her curls had been pulled in a cascade effect from the top of her head down her back. It had been a few days since Heath had to return to Australia, where he was preparing to shoot a movie. He had invited her to spend some time in Australia with him, shooting publicity shots, so forth. Chris had agreed, but she needed to finish the calendar shots first. Next on the list was Orlando Bloom. He was just finished shooting Black Hawk Down and the LOTR series; he was also going to Oz to be in the same movie as Heath. Chris loved him in LOTR. She was hoping for some really sexy shots! She jumped as the doorbell rang. Taking a deep breath, she hurried down the short hallway to answer the door. She opened it to find Orlando leaning casually against the frame, his dark brown eyes hidden behind fashionable sunglasses. "Hi, I'm Orlando Bloom. I have an appointment for 9:30." He stuck out his hand at Chris, giving her a toothy grin. Taking his hand in hers, she gently shook it. "Please come in. My name is Chris, and I'm the photographer doing the shoot." Orly followed Chris through the short hallway to the large studio area. He admired her rear view as they walked. He couldn't help thinking to himself that this was one very hot lady. Funny how Heath hadn't mentioned anything about how cute she was to him. Maybe he was trying to keep her to himself? "Is this your home as well as the studio, Chris? You have good taste." Orly smiled as she led him over to the sliding doors. They stepped out onto the patio. The aroma of many types of exotic flowers drifted through the comfortably warm air. Chris indicated a padded bench and they sat down. "Yeah, this is my home and my workplace. I love to be surrounded by beauty. Oh, forgive my manners, would you like some iced tea? Juice?" She hopped to her feet. Orly smiled at her. "Sure, I think the tea will be fine." Chris turned and stepped into the house. Orly leaned back, feeling very relaxed and comfortable. Chris was quite a looker…damn that Heath, I bet he IS trying to keep her for himself. Chris brought out tall glasses of iced tea for both of them. They chatted for a while, Chris telling Orly about her career, how she had become bored with just fashion photography, and branched out into portraits and magazine shoots. Orly talked about the stresses of being an actor, and they found out that neither of them was attached. Chris thought about Heath. They hadn't made any promises, other than they would remain friends. Orly cleared his throat as he placed his empty glass on a small side-table. "Did you do all the beautiful flower work here?" Chris nodded. "It took me quite a while, but now I have my retreat from the world. I become centered here. It's my little piece of heaven." Chris enchanted Orly. She beamed when she spoke about her garden. He wanted to spend time with this girl! "Will you have dinner with me?" Chris blushed. She was hoping he'd ask her out. "I'd love to. Any place special?" Orly smiled. "Not to worry, I'll make reservations. Nothing too fancy, I hate to wear monkey suits." Chris grinned, nodding her agreement. She stood, took Orly by the hand, and led him back to the studio. His touch was electrifying to her. She had chills and a hot flash at the same time. Orly felt much the same way. He actually had butterflies in his stomach! "Here's the changing room. Just look through the boxes there, you'll find many styles to choose from." She looked him over, head to toe. Orly could feel his pulse quicken a bit. He'd never been this close to a woman who had looked at him quite this way. Sort of a combination of lust and professionalism. He could feel stirrings below his belt…. Chris turned back to the studio, pulling the door closed so he could have some privacy. She slipped her outer shirt off, setting up the camera. Orly came out of the dressing room wearing long, emerald green, silky pajama bottoms. "I know these aren't exactly underwear, but I really like the feel of them." Chris smiled, her gaze traveling over his body. He was really hot, his build slender but very muscular. His brown hair was growing a bit long, and curls dipped over his ears and brow. As he walked to the shooting area, Chris admired his rear view. The silky pants fit him like they had been made just for him. She couldn't help wondering just what his sweet behind would look like naked! Orly could feel her gaze on his body. Did she have to take off that shirt? Now all he could think about was having those gorgeous breasts in his hands. He was rapidly developing a wicked erection. Peeking back at Chris setting up the camera, he could see her nipples getting tight. Think something else! He screamed silently to himself. Good thing these pants were a bit loose in the crotch! Chris directed him to a Victorian lounge chair. After "arranging" himself, he posed on the chair, leaning back and doing his best bedroom eyes imitation. Chris was in heaven. First Heath, now Orly! She snapped away, posing Orly different ways on the lounge. She lined up the final shot wearing the long pants, having Orly down on one knee; his other knee bent to his chest with his arms wrapped around it. What a package! This would be a popular month, she decided. Orly changed into some boxers, and the shoot went on. They laughed and talked, flirting shamelessly with each other. Like all good things, the shoot came to an end. Orly slipped into the changing room to dress. Chris began to straighten the studio, putting away props and the like. Orly slipped up behind her, gently turning her to face him. "I actually had a wonderful time today. Thank you for asking me to be a part of the calendar." Chris smiled as his hands lingered on her arms. She found herself being pulled closer. Orly didn't mean to do it, he never intended…but his hands slid up to her face, and he pressed his lips gently to hers. She responded likewise, her hands just softly holding his shoulders. His tongue slid into her mouth, tentatively at first, then becoming slightly more aggressive. Their arms now wrapped around each other, their tongues dancing together. Chris gently broke away. Orly opened his eyes and gazed into hers. "I, uh, I don't know what to say. I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry, honestly!" Chris placed her fingers lightly over Orly's lips. "Not to worry, I mean, no apologies needed! I'm glad you did that!" Orly hugged her against him. "It felt really good, didn't it?" Chris could only nod. Her nipples were so hard, her panties damp. She could feel Orly's hardness against her thigh. She pressed lightly against it. Orly moaned into her ear. "I better go…may I pick you up at 7?" She agreed on the time, and was sorry to see Orly leave. Chris arranged her hair so the curls would just flow down her back. The dress she picked was a strapless, backless affair, mid- thigh length, baby blue, and set off her tan perfectly. She picked a pair of strappy tan sandals to complete the outfit. She wore pale blue silk panties under the dress. A matching shrug for her shoulders and she was ready. Orly arrived promptly at 7. He wanted to spend more time with Chris. He had to drive back to his hotel earlier with a raging hard-on. All he could think about was that kiss…. Chris opened the door, reaching for him and giving him a quick hug. Orly looked her up and down. "God, but you look lovely!" Chris smiled, admiring the way his outfit complimented his physique. "You look pretty good yourself, Mr. Bloom." Orly helped her into the car, kissing her hand before closing the door. Her skin burned where his lips had touched her. Infatuation? She thought as he climbed in. One smile from him was enough to dispel those thoughts. She really liked him, and knew he felt the same. Dinner was a lovely thing, the restaurant being mostly casual but very good. They got to know each other better. Orly was excited to hear that Chris may be going to the Aussie film set. He encouraged her to go. Chris was getting so excited. All she could think about was having Orly and Heath all to herself. Maybe, just maybe, she could make her wildest fantasies come true… After dinner, they drove back to Chris'. She invited him in for a drink. Getting some wine from the cooler, she led them out to the patio. The night blooming flowers were open, and the fragrance was incredible. She sat down on the double lounger with Orly, his arm around her. She had Celtic music on the sound system, a relaxing, romantic blend of strings and pipes. Chris had kicked off her shoes; Orly had taken off his jacket and shoes. They lounged together on the double chaise, sipping wine and enjoying the music. Orly turned his head and kissed Chris lightly on the cheek. Her hair smelled wonderful, her skin silky soft. He couldn't resist as she turned her head, and their lips met. Chris melted into his arms. Orly's mouth was gently, yet insistent. His lips burned kisses down her neck, as his hands stroked her back. Chris pulled Orly closer to her, softly moaning into his ear. His hand traveled down over her bottom, squeezing lightly. She wiggled closer to him, pressing fully into him. She could feel how hard he was against her leg. Orly felt almost intoxicated; between the wine, the flowers, and this woman, he found himself becoming more aggressive than he ever would have, especially on a first date! Chris was becoming more aroused, her nipples screaming to be touched, her panties wet. Orly pulled her onto him. His hands moved to her back, unzipping her dress while they kissed deeply. The dress pushed up over her thighs as she sat up, straddling his hips. Orly groaned as she slowly slid the dress over her head, her breasts coming into his view for the first time. He pulled her back down to him, kissing her, finally slipping his hand between them to cup her full breast. Chris sighed with delight as Orly took her nipple into his lips, gently sucking and pulling on it. His hands stroked down her back, down over her bottom, pulling her panties with him. She kissed down over his neck, sucking softly under his ear. They played like this for a few minutes. Chris finally pushed herself upright and unbuttoned the rest of Orly's shirt. "Take this off. I need to see the rest of you." She backed off him, and he finished removing his shirt. His hand slid down to his pants. "No, let me finish that." Orly stood as Chris began to unfasten his buttons. His cock was so hard, he thought he was going to burst through the material. He couldn't resist stroking her skin as she continued to slowly remove his clothing, trailing kisses over each exposed part. Chris easily pushed him back to the chaise, and started kissing down his neck, down to his nipples, first licking and sucking one then the other. Using her fingertips, she tickled his inner thighs, causing him to moan. His fingers swept through her hair, pulling her closer. She teased his navel with her tongue, and he leaned back on the lounge. "Damn, girl, what are you doing to me?" She smiled up at him. "Do you like this?" Orly could only nod. Her hands traveled further up his thighs, to the base of his cock. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back as she squeezed the base of his manhood. Chris continued her exploration of his body with her tongue and lips. She ran her tongue from the bottom to the top of his rod, finally taking the tip in her mouth and sucking gently. Orly's breath hissed out raggedly. Chris couldn't help but smile knowing how much pleasure she was giving him. She took his thick cock into her mouth, moving down on it as much as she could. She varied her speed, sucking vigorously, sometimes just licking, others being more aggressive. Orly had never experienced anything like this. He worked his hand over the edge of the chaise, squeezing her nipple at intervals. He finally was able to reach lower, touching her sweet treasure for the first time. Chris moaned as she felt his fingers on her. He slipped his finger between her lips, just touching her clit. "Babe, you are so wet…" He raised his finger to his lips and tasted her. Her sweet nectar was just what he wanted. All the while Chris kept sucking on him. He had begun to thrust into her mouth, and he knew he had to stop her, or he would cum way too soon. "Stop, baby, please…" He pulled on her shoulders. She licked up his cock, giving it a final suck. "Why Orly? Don't you want me to do that?" He pulled her on top of him. "Hell yes, I want that. But, I want more, and I want this to last." With that, he rolled over on top of her. He kissed her hard, gently biting on her tongue and lips. As she writhed under him, he could feel her wetness against his cock. The feeling of her smoothly shaved lips against his groin was almost too much. He wanted to bury himself into her, thrusting hard 'til she came screaming into his ear. Pacing himself, he kissed and licked down her neck, all while pinching her very hard nipples with his fingers. Chris could only moan and beg for more. Orly sucked on each nipple, causing her to moan loudly. He slipped his hand down to her lips, stroking the outer areas then sliding once again between. Chris drew her knees up a bit, opening more to him. Orly slid down between her legs, licking along her inner thighs while rubbing her inner lips. "Orly, babe, please!" she begged. Her hair was spread out around her, eyes closed. "What do you want Chris? Tell me!" "Please, please, lick me!" He touched his tongue to her slit, and wiggled it a bit. Chris was in ecstacy. Juice poured from her. Orly slowly licked it up, savoring her sweetness. She wrapped her fingers in his brown curls and pulled him closer. Orly grinned; he knew what she wanted. Finally, he licked her from the bottom to the top, taking her clit between his lips and squeezing it. Chris left out a long moan. "OOO, yes, yes, please, babe!" Orly began licking at her little love button. He slid his finger into her, feeling how tight and hot she was. His cock actually ached when he felt her squeeze his finger. Chris continued to moan and call out his name as she thrust against his face. He pulled her hips down with his free hand. He could feel her tighten up, her breathing more ragged. She exploded into his mouth, screaming his name and calling for the gods. Orly immediately slid her up higher on the chaise, lying above her. Taking his rod in hand, he stroked over her still spasming pussy. He couldn't take it anymore. He slid into her with one smooth motion. She was so tight and hot! Chris wrapped her legs around his waist. She licked at his face, tasting herself. Orly kissed her, softly, then harder, matching his thrusts. He could feel her pussy actually becoming tighter, his thrusts coming faster now. She took his face in her hands. "Orly, oh please, ooooo, I'm cumming…" He couldn't hold back any longer. He felt his own orgasm course through his body. Their eyes were locked together, their moaning loud and long. Orly collapsed down onto her. Chris held him wrapped in her arms and legs. He kissed her neck, then back to her lips. All he wanted was to keep this woman in bed! Or in this case, on the lounge. Chris felt the same way. "You will come to Oz, right?" Chris could only nod yes. What an adventure that would turn out to be... Calendar Art Ch. 3 Chris finished packing. She has arranged for her friend Kim to finish the final addition to the calendar shoot, Josh Hartnett. She shook her head, smiling. Poor Josh, he didn't know what he was in for! Meanwhile, on the set of Ned Kelley…. They had just finished shooting for the day. Hot, tired, and itchy from the fake beards they had to wear, Heath and Orly decided to hit a local club after cleaning up. Many of the crew from the film was there. They each ordered a beer and relaxed. They talked about the shooting schedule, and chatted with a few of the people they knew from the set. Orly kept checking his watch. Heath leaned back, stretching his long legs out in front of him. "What's up with that, mate? You have a hottie you need to get home to?" Orly grinned. "Not exactly. You know the photographer from the calendar shoot?" Heath nodded. "Yeah, Chris. Very nice lass. What about her?" Orly leaned forward. "She'll be here tonight. I'm gonna pick her up at the airport." At that, Heath sat up. "You're picking her up?" Thoughts rushed through his mind. Why hadn't she contacted him? Was she seeing Orly? "Um, so tell me mate, any particular reason why you are picking her up?" Orly's easy smile faded. "Why? Because she asked me to. You jealous?" Heath shook his head. "No, well, no. I mean, what's up with you two? I guess I didn't realize you had become, well, close." Orly leaned back in his chair. "You could say that. And I intend to get a lot closer to her, too." He took a sip from his beer. Heath silently debated whether or not to tell his friend about Chris and himself. He really liked Chris, but neither of them wanted a commitment beyond friends. And he didn't want to spoil things between her and Orly, either. Heath caught the server's attention. "Another round here, mate." "Maybe I should slow down, I gotta be sober for later." Orly's lips curled into a grin. Heath handed him a fresh beer. "Take this. You'll need it." Heath told his friend about the time Chris and he had spent together. No great details, just that yes, they had a more than platonic friendship. Orly sat back in his chair. "I need to think about this for a few minutes, dude. You mind?" Heath shook his head. "I gotta make a trip here for a few anyway. You sure everything is cool?" Orly nodded. He sighed as he watched his friend head toward the men's room. He really liked Chris, and didn't mind that she and Heath were "friends". Actually, he remembered her saying something about being with the two of them in Australia was going to make her fantasy come true. He sipped his beer. Maybe, if Heath agreed, the two of them could make her wildest dream a reality. Then, he planned on claiming her for himself! Heath made his way back to the table. "Should I sit back down?" Orly nodded. "No worries, mate. Let me tell you about a little plan I have…" Orly laid out the scenario. The plan was for the two of them to make Chris' fantasies come true. The three of them "dating" while in Oz together. Heath thought about that for a few minutes. "You know what, mate, that sounds pretty wild. I mean, I'm not interested in you…"He trailed off into laughter. Orly snorted. "Hell no, I don't want you touching me, at least not when I'm naked. But I say, let's give Chris the time of her life." Heath raised his beer. "Deal!" The guys decided to pick Chris up together. After showering and changing, they left for the airport. Chris ran down the ramp, looking for Orly. She stopped dead, seeing both men waiting at the gate. Well, they were both smiling, Heath standing a step behind Orly. She could see him wink at her. Orly grabbed her up in his arms, planting a kiss on her lips. "Hey babe, I'm so glad to see you!" Chris kissed him back, hugging him tightly. Heath cleared his throat. "What, don't I get a hug?" Chris turned to him. "You most certainly do!" They embraced, she kissing Heath on the cheek. Orly leaned to her. "You mean I get a kiss and Heath doesn't?" Chris' cheeks flamed. Heath took her face in his hand. "No worries, luv. Orly and I, um, know about each other…" She pushed back from Heath and looked at both men. "So, the secret is out. Maybe I should take the next plane home…" Heath and Orly grabbed her hands. Orly spoke first, a naughty grin on his face. "No way babe, you belong to us. We're gonna show you the Outback the way it should be done." She shook her head. Looking first to Orlando, then Heath, she asked slowly, "You're both sure about this? I mean, no weirdness here, right?" "Honestly, Orly and I discussed this. We both really want to be with you, and we know you want both of us." He leaned forward, and his deep voice send electric thrills through her. "Now we want to make your fantasy come true. Will you allow us that?" Orly leaned close to her other ear. "I promise, this will be for your pleasure. We have the utmost respect for you. Besides, once you get back to the States, you'll only want me…" The three dissolved in giggles as the men each took a hand and led Chris to the waiting limo. The suite that Chris booked was lovely. They had decided to go out clubbing a bit since there was no shooting scheduled for the next day. Chris left the men in the sitting room of the suite. After unpacking, she took a quick shower, taking great care in her hair and make-up. Since the guys were both in leather, she decided to dress to match. A short black leather skirt, topped by a lacy maroon bustier and a black leather jacket was in order. She completed the outfit with knee high lace-up Doc Martin's. She put her hair up in a loose bun with curls framing her face. "Okay, gentlemen, what's say we rock the house!" Heath and Orly jumped to their feet. "Damn, girlie, you look great!" Heath slipped his arm around her waist and kissed her lightly. "Maybe we should just stay home. I wouldn't want anyone getting any ideas about trying to take you away from us." Orly's arm wrapped around her shoulders. Turning to face him, he planted his lips on hers. "I don't think we'll have any problems, mate. Everyone will know this woman belongs to us." Chris actually shivered. The two of them touching her was almost overwhelming. She could feel her nipples tighten as they each kissed and licked at her ears. Finally, she gently pushed them back. "Club, guys? Yes or no?" Heath sighed. "Yes, yes. Come on, let's go have some fun." Orly continued to nuzzle her neck. She finally wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him hard on the lips. He moaned into her mouth, pressing against her thigh. Heath lightly cracked her on the butt. "Come on, you two. Let's get going." Orly took Chris' hand and the three of them went to the limo. The club was semi-crowded. Heath and Orly nodded to the bouncer. Once inside, the "host", actually another bouncer, showed them to a private table. The music was pounding, the drinks were great, and the two men took turns dancing with Chris. She was in heaven. Each one had his own style, but both were very romantic and attentive to her. During one of their slow dances together, Chris asked Heath whose idea this was, and he told her both of them had agreed to please her. "Hon, listen. I know you care for both of us, and we care for you. Why fight it? We want to give you the best of both, without any regrets. If you would feel better with just one of us, then, well, we'll accept that." He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue teasing her lips and exploring her mouth. "Babe, I know, but how about you guys, I mean, are you sure this is what you want?" Heath leaned his forehead against hers. "It's what we want. Simple as that." Chris turned her cheek and leaned against Heath's shoulder. Her fantasy was coming true. She knew there was no going back now! The next slow dance with Orly she asked him the same question. His answers were almost identical to Heath's. So, Chris decided to just go with the flow! The next set was an oldies set. The three of them danced together, Orly grinding her from behind, Heath from the front, sometimes switching positions. She could feel them pushing into her hips; both of them with growing erections. Taking advantage of being pressed between them, she stroked over their butts, sometimes sliding around to give their hard members a squeeze. They were both moaning, one in each ear. Chris was about overwhelmed with sensations. The music loud, the smell and taste of each man, her lacy little thong was becoming very damp. "Pour Some Sugar on Me" poured from the speakers. Chris pushed the guys back a bit, and slid her jacket off. Some of the other people on the dance floor had stepped back, giving the threesome a little space. Chris threw herself into the song, pumping her hips, taking first Heath, then Orly into her dance space to meld her body with his. She felt hands on her, first one on a breast, the other on her ass. Lips on her neck, her ears, her face. It was Orly who finally broke the spell by dragging both her and Heath off the dance floor. He grabbed her jacket, picked up their belongings, threw 100 dollars on the table, and led everyone back to the limo. Thankfully, the trip back to the hotel was a short one. Heath and Orly had Chris between them, kissing her neck and her lips. Chris leaned back, her hands entwined in their hair. Sensations were almost too much for her. Her pussy ached from the feelings. Orly finally stroked under her skirt, touching her wet panties. She pushed against his hand. He nuzzled her ear. "You are so wet, baby. I can't wait to get you home." She felt Heath's hand caress her breast, sliding under her top and squeezing her nipple. His teeth grazed her shoulder. "I take it you like this?" Chris just moaned. First one, then the other, kissed her mouth. The limo came to a stop. They realized they were at the hotel. Chris put her jacket back on, and tried to arrange herself. Orly and Heath had their own arrangements that were necessary; both of them were sporting large erections! Once inside, they wasted no time in getting to the bedroom. Orly and Heath were disrobing as they went. Chris got as far as taking the jacket off when they reached the bedroom. The men, both still in their shorts, began to undress Chris. They unfastened the bustier, dropping it to the floor. She sighed as they took her breasts in hand, fondling until her nipples were like rocks. Heath had unzipped the skirt and was sliding it down over her legs. He kissed his way down to her boots, kneeling in front of her. Orly had slipped behind her, his arms around her holding her breasts. Heath unlaced her boots, pulling them off. Orly continued to tease her breasts, licking and sucking her neck at the same time. Chris could only moan and sigh. No words could describe how she felt at this moment! Orly pulled her back to the bed. He laid her on her back, cradling her head in his arms. He kissed her lips, then slid down her neck, licking the tops of her breasts. Meanwhile, Heath had started kissing up her legs. He would gently nibble on her thigh, then run his tongue over the spot. Orly had begun to suck on her nipples. She grasped the sheets in her hands at the sensations. She gasped when Heath's long fingers finally touched her wet lips. He tickled over them, causing her to writhe. She had worked her hand over to take Orly's very hard cock in hand. Orly continued his licking of her breasts, stopping occasionally to kiss her mouth. Heath had trailed his tongue up to her treasure. He swiped his tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit. She cried out with the feeling. This only spurred Heath on. He slid a finger into her, wiggling it slightly. She moaned, first Heath's name, then Orly's. Heath licked her, concentrating on her clit, just the way she liked it. Orly picked up his lead, pulling her hand off him and smothering her with kisses and licks. Chris could feel her belly tighten, the sensation coming from her toes up. Heath could feel her pussy tighten around his finger. She came so hard Heath's face was soaked. He continued to lick her until she begged him to stop. Orlando had stretched out on one side of her; Heath now slid up to the other. She kissed him hard, tasting her juice on him. Turning to Orly, she shared with him. Orly licked her lips. "Think I'd like to taste this first-hand." He slid down between her legs. Now it was Heath's turn to play with her breasts as Orly licked her to yet another orgasm. "Please, Orly, please, I want you inside me…" Orly got to his knees. He sat back on his heels, pulling her legs around him. Heath had knelt beside her face. Orlando slowly pushed his raging cock into her. At the same time, Heath slid the tip of his member over her lips. She licked at it, finally taking it in her hand and pulling it into her mouth. Once again, she had no words for the sensations. She was being filled with her two favorite men, both literally and emotionally. Heath kneaded her breasts while she worked her magic on his cock. Swirling her tongue around, sucking gently, then harder. He pumped into her mouth, while Orly pumped into her nether regions. All three came nearly at the same time, all calling out loudly. She could feel her fluids mingling with Orly's, while Heath's sweet cum shot down her throat. They collapsed onto the bed together. To be continued... Calendar Art Ch. 4 The Fun continues... Chris took Heath in her arms, pulling him down next to her on the bed. They kissed each other hungrily, Heath sucking her tongue and lips, she responding likewise. Orly snuggled up to Chris' back and began kissing her neck. Turning her head, she captured Orly's lips in hers as Heath bent his head to kiss her neck and breasts. She gently pushed both of them back, and slid off the bottom of the bed. Orly reached for her. "Where you goin', babe?" She winked at the two. "Just to answer a different call of nature, and get cleaned up a bit. Don't worry, I'll be right back. We're not done yet!" With that, she disappeared into the bathroom. Orly grinned over at Heath. "Damn, I think I'm in love!" Heath gave his shoulder a push. "Just remember, she belongs to both of us." Orlando hopped off the bed. "No worries, mate. Just so you know how to share..." He headed to the spare bathroom. Heath crossed his hands under his head. Hell yeah, he could share, not that he really wanted to now, but, some was better than none. Chris was very special, and he could feel himself falling... Chris felt better now that she had taken a quick shower. What was happening to her? She had so many mixed emotions, and the only conclusion she could come up with was she had feelings for both men. Looking in the mirror she sighed, combing through her hair. "I'll worry about that later." Heath slipped past her as she was coming out of the bathroom. Kissing her cheek, he assured her he wasn't going to be long. She assumed Orly was in the other bathroom. She slipped on a robe, and began to straighten up the room. The smell of sweet jasmine candles mingled with the scent of their loving. Chris sat back onto the bed, propping herself up with pillows. She really was falling for these men... Orly came back into the room, humming softly. She patted the bed next to her. He slid beside her, resting his head against her shoulder. He loved how her skin felt to him, so soft and smooth. Chris put her arm around him, stroking his hair. She was tired, but wanted to wait for Heath. Orly snuggled closer, his hand thrown over her waist. His head was getting heavy on her shoulder. Gently, she shifted him just a bit. Opening his eyes just a bit, he grinned at her. His lips moved against her skin. "I love ya, babe." She kissed the top of his unruly brown curls. Just then, Heath made an appearance in the doorway of the bathroom. "Am I interrupting?" Chris shook her head. "No, not at all." She rubbed her free hand over the sheets at her side. "This space is for you, luv." Heath reclined next to her, placing his arm around her shoulders. She laid her head onto his chest, and started to drowse. Heath kissed her forehead. The last thing she heard was Heath's soft whisper of "I love you, Chris." Chris slowly opened her eyes. Heath was spooned snugly against her from behind, while she was facing Orly. Orly's head rested against her breasts and Heath's against her shoulder. She could feel Heath's fingers stroking her hip very lightly. As she became more fully aware, she felt his lips gently kiss at her neck. She had one arm slid under Orly's shoulders, and the other she reached back to caress Heath's gorgeous bum. This slight movement had wakened Orlando. He took advantage of his position and began kissing Chris' soft breasts. Heath raised his head a bit, and caught Orly's attention. They could read each other's minds, it seemed. Orly shifted just a bit so Chris' arm was held down under him. Heath slid his hand up her side, drawing her hand above her head. They held her that way, not roughly, just enough to let her know they were in charge. Orly continued to nuzzle her breasts. He sucked first on one, then the other. His fingers teased the skin of her neck. Heath tickled down over her hip and thigh, sliding over her bottom, squeezing it a few times. Chris whimpered softly. The sensations were just too much. Heath slid his hand between her legs. She was so wet already! Just knowing how they had affected her caused his cock to grow even harder. She could feel it pressing against her butt. Orly's very hard erection was against her belly. She could feel the dampness from his precum on her. Chris threw her leg over Orly's hip. Heath continues stroking her slit from behind. He slid a finger into her just as Orly began rubbing her clit. Orly kissed up her neck, capturing her lips with his. His tongue plundered her mouth as she moaned and writhed between the men. Meanwhile, Heath licked and sucked the nape of her neck, sending her into a frenzy. They continued to hold her down, and she exploded into orgasm. Finally they loosened their grasp on her. She immediately slid her hands down, taking each of them in hand. She stroked them both in rhythm, feeling them get even harder. Heath reached down beside the bed into his little leather bag. He pulled out a little tube of numbing cream. He put his lips next to her ear while teasing her little bud with his finger. "You up for something a bit different? I promise, I will stop if you want me to." Orly could see where Heath was going with this. "Promise, luv, remember, this is all for you." She looked first into Orly's brown eyes, then Heath's. She couldn't deny them anything, and she trusted them both. Reaching back, she pulled Heath to her lips, kissing him deeply. Turning back to Orly, she kissed him. Heath took his time, using some of the cream while gently massaging her virgin bottom. The guys continued kissing and stroking her. She gasped as Heath slipped his finger into her bum. Slowly, carefully, he slid in another. Chris was finding the cream helped immensely. No pain, just a slight pressure but a lot of new exciting sensation. Heath was glad for this cream, his cock was so hard he was afraid he'd cum before even getting into her. Orly pulled her closer now, his arm wrapping around her leg and pulling it further around him. His throbbing member was rubbing against her clit. Sliding a bit forward, he pushed into her tight pussy with a groan. Heath waited a minute, continuing with his fingers until he sensed Chris was ready. He gently eased just the tip of his cock into her. Her moans were silenced by Orlando's mouth on hers. Heath pushed in slowly deciding half in was best. He could feel Orly thrust into her. Chris couldn't even begin to describe the bliss she was in. Heath and Orly, both inside her! So gentle, so careful, they continued to stroke together, the three of them. The men showered her with kisses and love bites. She could feel them getting harder within her. Orly slipped his hand down and began to play with her clit. She crashed over the edge, causing such a contraction both men came with loud moans. They were wrapped together, the three of them. Kissing Heath, then Orly, Chris declared her love for both men, and they for her. More to "cum"... Calendar Art Ch. 5 Chris, Heath and Orlando had a wonderful time in Oz while the movie was being filmed. They had spent time together as a trio, and some evenings Chris would just be with one or the other. As all good things, the shoot came to an end, and they had a tear-filled departure at the airport. Each of the men had new promotional tours to start on, and Chris had her assignment to finish. While in Australia, her agent had contacted her. Apparently, someone else had volunteered for the calendar, Colin Farrell. Chris closed her eyes and reviewed what she knew about Colin. He was a dark-haired, brown-eyed, tattooed Irish bad-boy actor. He had a sexy accent when he was au naturel during interviews and such. Oh, this was going to be one interesting session… Colin Farrell had seen pictures of Chris in some of the trade papers while she was with Heath and Orly in Oz. He was immediately attracted to her looks, but, damn, was she really with both of these guys? He had contacted his agent, telling him he would like to be involved in the charity calendar, just to meet Chris! Chris was busy setting up her cameras and adjusting some lights. She actually jumped when she heard the doorbell. Smoothing down her dress, she took one more look into the mirror. She was wearing a cute sundress, sandals, and had her curls piled on top of her head. “I guess I’ll pass,” she thought to herself as she heard the deep voice of her next portrait subject. Anna, her housekeeper, brought Colin into the studio. Chris’ breath caught in her throat as he walked into the room. He was wearing a black short sleeved shirt with casual jeans. His hair although short, looked tousled enough to make one think he had just rolled out of bed. Chris shook her head. That was the LAST picture she wanted in her head. Colin, naked, standing by a bed… Chris walked over to meet Colin. His gaze traveled over her slowly, taking in her long tan legs, short little lilac colored sundress that hugged some very awesome curves, and a wicked tumble of curls piled up on her head. He reached to shake her hand, deciding instead to kiss it. Chris’ hand was shaking. Why did she continue to get nervous when meeting these guys? “Ah, hello, Mr. Farrell. I’m so glad you could be part of this project…” They made some more small talk and Chris led him to the dressing room. “You can wear anything you choose, and you get to keep what you model.” Chris closed the door behind Colin. She took a deep breath and leaned against the doorjamb. He really smelled good, and he was so attractive. She could feel that warm feeling spreading through her body, the one that signaled that once again, she definitely wanted this man. Sighing, she tried to banish the thoughts of Colin to a back corner of her mind. Cripes, she had enough trouble right now trying to juggle time with Heath and Orlando! Colin rummaged through the samples of underwear. Holding up a very small bikini sort of thing he wondered to himself if any man actually wore these silly things? He had taken off his clothing before he started looking through the underwear. He kept thinking to himself how lucky those other two guys had been. This Chris was very attractive, damn artistic, and had a brain! He flexed a bit for the large mirror that was in the dressing room. “Ah, what the hell,” he thought to himself, “who needs underwear?” He opened the door to the dressing room. He saw Chris across the studio, busy with camera equipment. “Hey Chris, I really can’t find anything appropriate, either you come in and help me, or figure a way to shoot me this way.” Chris turned and caught sight of Colin, buck naked, semi-erect, leaning against the door of the dressing room. Color bloomed hot in her cheeks as her nipples hardened instantly. She dropped the light meter she was holding, no words forming in her mouth. Colin grinned. “Did I surprise you?” Chris slowly shook her head. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from his body; he was beautiful to behold. She watched, as his erection became more prominent. He started to slowly walk toward her. “Chris, you okay?” He knew he had made quite an impression on her. Oh, he wanted to show this beauty what a good Irish lad could do for her! “Did you break that thing you just dropped?” Chris dropped her gaze and scooped up the meter. “No, no, you just, um, sort of surprised me.” Determined to not let him see how rattled she really was, she put the meter down and walked over to the dressing room. She slid past him, just barely grazing her thigh across his manhood. “Okay,” she thought to herself, “you wanna play this game, I’m more than up to the challenge!” Colin sighed when her thigh touched his flesh. Damn, this girl wasn’t afraid of anything. Fine, two can play at that. Chris had chosen two pairs of shorts, one royal blue silk boxers, one pair of tight boxer briefs in burgundy. "I think these might do.” She passed closely by him, the shorts brushing his skin. Colin’s skin burned where she had trailed the fabric over his skin. He had already had enough of this game. He wanted her, and he was going to have her. He sensed she wanted him too. “I’ll make her forget all about her Aussie boytoy and his English sidekick…” His hand shot out and took her wrist, pulling her close to him. The shorts slid from her hand. He pulled the clip from her hair and sighed as her curls tumbled loose down her back. Colin buried his face in her hair. “You smell so damn good…” He crushed his lips over hers, exploring her lips and mouth with his tongue. Chris was still in shock. What a rush he was! Ah, she was so turned on by him, this felt so right! Colin was pleased when she began to respond to him. He backed off just a bit, allowing her to return his kiss. His fingers stroked through her hair, then slid down over her back. Hair like silk, skin satiny, and she smelled like flowers…His erection pressed hard against her thigh. Her nipples had grown very hard, and her panties were damp. Colin caressed her back, and continued down over her bottom to her thigh. His lips trailed down over her throat, then back up to her earlobe. He could feel her press into him, her knees actually buckling a bit. She was suddenly aware of him murmuring into her ear. “If you want me to stop, I will.” Chris shook her head. “No, please, I mean, oh, just keep doing what you’re doing!” Colin grinned. He gazed into her eyes, while unzipping her dress. She felt mesmerized as his hands slid the straps of the dress over her arms, then pulled the dress off her breasts. She could hear him sucking in a quick breath. “Oh, you are lovely, lass.” He dipped his head down to brush his tongue over each nipple, while continuing to remove her dress. Chris’ head was back, her eyes closed. Colin ran his hands over her newly exposed skin. She felt as though her skin was on fire with each touch. Colin pulled her into a tight embrace, his mouth taking hers again. His hands were firm on her body, stroking, caressing and generally causing her to melt. He pushed his cock against her hip and placed her hand on it. “Hmm, “ she thought, “he likes to be in charge. I guess I could concede the power for once.” She stroked his hard member, at least 8” long and 2”-3” thick. Colin moaned softly into her ear. “Where’s the bedroom, woman?” Chris pointed to a door across the dressing room. Colin scooped her up and took her through the door. He put her down. “Take off those knickers.” His voice, still sexy, but with an authoritative tone. Chris immediately slid the panties off. Colin took them, breathing in her scent. He took her in his arms and again plundered her mouth. She began stroking his cock, her ministrations to him causing her to get wetter by the minute. She sucked gently on his tongue and lower lip. “I think I’d like you to be doing that a bit lower, lass.” She immediately dropped to her knees. Colin swiped the head of his penis across her lips. She darted her tongue around the head, swiping the little slit while loosely squeezing the base. He groaned as his rock hard erection parted her soft lips and she slid them almost all the way down the shaft. “Ah, damn, yes, that is just what I wanted!” Chris slid his cock slowly in and out of her mouth. She could feel her own juices making her cleanly shaven pussy slick. Colin had his fingers in her hair, gently pulling her head into him. He looked down in time to see her stroking over her mons with her free hand. Reaching down, he pulled her fingers to her mouth and licked her juices from them. Oh, yes, she tasted mighty good! Colin could feel he was getting close. He pulled Chris away from him. “Colin, what’s wrong?” He pulled her to her feet. “Nothing, lass, nothing. Believe me, we’re just beginning!” Once again he lifted her up, depositing her on the bed. He pushed her back, raining kisses over her face and neck. Moving down her body, he licked and nibbled his way to her breasts, kissing and stroking each one until the nipple was rock hard and aching. Chris arched her body up to his. She tried to push his hand down to her womanhood, but Colin wasn’t cooperating. His voice tickled her ear. “Lass, you should be a good girl and let me have my way with you.” She could feel his lips smile against her face. With more urgency, she pushed her body against his, testing to see just how far he would go. Lifting his head, he looked directly into her eyes. As she gazed into their depths, she felt a warm, heady glow passing through her body. He was so passionate and powerful. For the first time, she wanted nothing more than to surrender to this man. Of course, her stubborn side reared its head. “Just remember this, Colin, turnabout is a bitch!” He grasped both of her hands in his larger one. “Not to worry, luv. I’m looking forward to it.” He held her hands fast over her head, making himself comfortable stretched out beside her on the bed. At first she tried to loosen his hold on her, but that only served to make it even tighter. He responded by kissing her mouth hard and long, his tongue dancing with hers as she moaned under him. The other hand he kept busy, tickling over her breasts and nipples, gently squeezing now and again. His lips burned a path down her neck, nibbling and licking trails of fire along her skin. Chris’ eyes were closed, her body exploding with desire. Colin kept his cock pressed firmly against her thigh and she could feel it throbbing against her. He licked and sucked on her nipples in turn, his fingers continuing lower, down over her thighs. His voice vibrated against her skin. “You like this, Chris?” She could only whimper her affirmative answer. Ask he sucked on her nipple, he softly nudged her thighs further apart. He began to lightly play with her slick outer lips, then slipped a finger into her warm, tight depths. “Oh, Colin, oh god, yes…” Chris writhed under his hand. Colin could see her face; her eyes closed in ecstasy. “You want more, don’t you, my naughty lass?” Chris opened her eyes and looked directly into his. “Do you want me to beg you?” Colin slid his thumb over her clit, causing her to gasp aloud. “Oh, I don’t think that will be necessary…” he continued stroking his finger in and out of her while rubbing her clit gently. Chris moved against his hand frantically. Colin kept teasing her, using his mouth on her breasts while keeping her hands pinned over her head. Chris was almost there. Colin could tell she was close; every throb of her tight tunnel caused his neglected cock to jump. He slid his lips to her ear, breathing softly, “I want you to look at me.” Their gazes met, locking together, as she was even closer. “Please, please, Colin, don’t stop, it feels so good…” Colin watched as she exploded around his finger. Losing his grip on her hands she grabbed his face and kissed him wildly. Grinning from ear–to-ear Colin wrestled her under him. Taking her hips in his hands, he slid just the tip of his cock between her swollen pussy lips. Chris lunged up towards him, and Colin reacted by plunging his full length into her. They both called out at the sensations overwhelming them. Chris reacted by having another explosive orgasm. Colin pulled her hips up tighter to him. She was so hot, wet, and tight! Damn, he didn’t think he was going to be able to last much longer… Chris wrapped her thighs around his waist. This felt so good, so right! Colin rained hot kisses on her mouth, her face and neck. Her nails grazed the skin on his back as he pounded into her. Chris ran her hands over his chest, teasing his nipples. Colin couldn’t hold back any longer. Calling her name loudly, he spilled his juices into her. That pushed Chris into another crashing orgasm. Colin collapsed onto her. After a few moments, he rolled to his side, pulling Chris into his arms. He kissed her over and over. “I guess you’ll be making a few phone calls today, seeing as how you have a new Irish boyfriend…” Calendar Art Ch. 6 Chris sat up on the side of the bed and slowly ran her fingers through her curls. Colin rolled closer and began to kiss at her lower back. Chills ran through her as his tongue traced slowly over the tattoo there. “Are you going to tell me the story about this?” Chris’ eyes were closed as Colin’s hot breath sent even more chills over her. “You mean the tattoo? It’s simple, really. The Irish part is in honor of my family, and it’s a tribute to Mark McGrath, the goddess part, well, that’s just…” “Because you are.” Colin wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back onto the bed. “I’ve always been known to be impulsive, but I’m not one for one-night stands.” His eyes pierced into hers. “You understand what I’m saying?” Chris nodded. “I think so. It’s your bad-boy way of saying you want to date me.” With that, she tossed a pillow at him. Colin caught it. “Oh, I can see I’m going to have to tame you, eh, lass?” He covered her body with his, and their lovemaking lasted long into the afternoon. They sat together in the kitchen, sipping tea and reading through the newspaper. Chris thought how odd this scenario was, considering they had just met this morning…but it did feel comfortable to her. Colin was leafing through the entertainment section, looking to see how his latest film was doing. He stopped when he saw the picture of Heath and two blonde women, all of who looked as though they were partying rather well. He silently debated mentioning it, but the caption with Chris’ name in it caught his eye. “Well, I see a mention of you in here. Fancy that…” Chris slid closer and looked at the page. Her breath caught when she saw the picture, but it was the caption below that really bothered her. Ah, the photographer must have been hard to replace, as Heath gets down with not one but TWO replacement blondes… “Ah, damn photogs, anyway!” Chris slid back in her chair and gathered the cups from the table. “I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Chris walked back to the table and kissed Colin’s forehead. “I’m not really upset. Heath and I were only just friends. Yes, we had a fling, yes, we spent time together, but neither of us wanted anything permanent. The gossip rags just make me tired. Why bring me up at all? They did the same thing with Orly about a week ago.” She shook her head. We’re all adults, and I get tired of being judged.” Colin kissed Chris goodbye at the door, with plans for the following night. He had 2 interviews to get to, and Chris needed to wrap up her shots for the day. Busy with developing Colin’s pictures for the calendar (yes, they had finally gotten to them) she really didn’t think any more about the newspaper pic… The phone’s ring cut through the silence. She picked it up on the third ring. “Classic Design, Chris speaking.” “Don’t hang up on me, I can explain.” Heath’s voice sounded weary. Chris held the phone tighter to her ear. Old feelings came rushing back. “Heath?” “Yes, it’s me. Please don’t hang up.” “I won’t. What’s wrong?” Heath sighed again. Maybe she hadn’t seen the picture, but he knew she always looked over that part of the paper, mostly to peruse the competition. He also knew they both had been free to see other people, but neither of them wanted to push it in the others face. Chris decided to take the lead. “Is this about the picture?” Heath’s voice was low. “Yes, and I wanted you to know I had no intentions of that ever being taken. You know how I get when I’ve had a few…” Chris was silent on the other end. “Chris, will you see me?” She sighed softly. “Of course I will, Heath. No matter what, I’ll always be your friend.” With that, the doorbell rang. Startled, Chris nearly dropped the phone. “Hold on just a second, please, someone’s at the door…” Heath stood in the doorway, holding his cell phone. Chris hung up her phone, and gathered Heath into a big hug. She assured him over and over she was not upset over the picture, just that, once again, someone had invaded their privacy. Heath held her close. “You know, no one feels the way you do in my arms.” He was leading her toward the bedroom when Chris began to hold back. She realized the bedroom was still a shambles from this morning with Colin… He threw the door open and stopped dead. He looked around the room. He saw clothing and bed linens strewn about. “Hmm. I smell sex and candy here.” His lips stretched into a wry smile. “But it isn’t my candy anymore, is it?” Chris pulled at his hand, but Heath took it away. He turned and headed toward the studio. “Heath, dammit, just wait!” He grabbed the still damp photos of Colin and shook them at her. “Oh, more trophy photos I see. So, does Colin know about us? Or is he just one more notch on your bedpost? Or is it you on his?” Chris was seething. “Listen, you and I are friends, FRIENDS, Heath, yes, indeed, friends with benefits, but that doesn’t give you the right to judge me in any way. Yes, I’m seeing Colin now. You and I, we haven’t been together for over a month. Even our calls have been getting less frequent.” Heath started to reply, but Chris put her fingers over his lips. “You will listen to me. You are young, this is a most exciting time for you. Our paths are going in different directions. Both of us need our freedom…” Heath grabbed her to him, his arms crushing her close. His lips crushed hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. Chris’ knees became weaker as she sagged against him; it was all she could do to hold herself upright and breathe. Heath’s mouth was all over her face and neck, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. Chris was getting so wet. She moaned and just held him around his shoulders. Heath’s fingers were busy trying to unbutton her top. Getting frustrated, he simply ripped the buttons from her blouse. His cock was rock hard, and his emotions were running wild. He wanted to punish her, but at the same time he wanted her to come back to him. Chris knew Heath was upset. She couldn’t help how her body responded to him, her nipples so hard they ached and her panties so wet her jeans were getting damp! He pulled her along the hallway, back to the den. Her blouse had slipped from her body and was lying in a heap on the floor. She had pulled off her jeans at his request. Heath shed his clothing along the way, and they ended up in a fierce embrace in front of the fire. He bit her gently on the shoulder. “So, is this what you prefer? Does Colin do it like this?” He lifted her in his arms, plunging his erect shaft deeply into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let out a loud cry. Her arms encircled his shoulders as he carried her to the sofa. He laid her down, lifting one long leg over his shoulder, continuing his thrusts into her. “No one does it like this Heath. No one.” She began to meet each thrust, her breathing getting quicker. Heath could tell she was getting close. “Oh no, not so fast.” He pulled out quickly, dropping Chris’ leg. Chris felt the sudden emptiness. She tried to pull him back, but he spun her around and sat down on the couch. He pulled her down to her knees, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her head down to his cock. “You know what I want. Don’t make me wait.” Chris hesitated a moment, looking into Heath’s eyes. He plundered her mouth with his tongue once again. Her hand slid over and began to stroke his cock. He sighed and pushed her head down gently. The sigh turned to a gasp when she took the entire length slowly into her mouth, her lips squeezing against the shaft. Now it was Heath’s turn to moan. He watched her as her head moved up and down, her soft curls flowing down her back to that gorgeous ass…Heath rubbed his hand down her back, tracing over the tattoo, then sliding down further. He first caressed, then squeezed the firm flesh. Before he realized what he was doing, he had brought his hand down on her butt with a resounding slap. Chris’ head flew up and a moan escaped her lips. She immediately resumed sucking on Heath, a bit more fervently this time. His cock seemed to swell even more as Chris tongue began swirling under the head as she sucked on him. “So, you like that?” Chris nodded, meeting Heath’s gaze. He spanked her again, then again, never breaking their stare into each other’s eyes. He massaged the now red-hot flesh with his fingers. Chris had closed her eyes, and he watched as her hand moved between her legs. His cock quivered more as she began to tease her clit, moaning around his cock. Heath could feel his hot juices boiling…Chris pumped him for every drop, his cream shooting in hot spurts into her mouth. He pulled her face to his and kissed her hard. Pushing her back on the soft rug, he spread her legs and positioned his body between her thighs. He could see her nectar glistening along her lips, her clit hard as his cock had been. He could see the red area on her sweet ass, and he ran his tongue over it. He could see her head thrown back, her hair spilling all around. He spanked her again, just to get her attention. “Play with your nipples. I want to watch you do that while I lick you to heaven…” She did as he asked, stroking and then pinching her nipples to hard pebbles. His tongue laved her clit with its raspy warmth; every now and then he would spank her cheek or stroke over the fingerprints left there. She couldn’t believe how much this turned her on. She could feel the explosion beginning, rolling from deep within her clear to her toes. Heath held her to him, licking her to yet another orgasm. Chris moaned and pleaded for him to stop. He pulled himself atop her, sliding his once-again hard cock along her thigh. He positioned himself over her, teasing her slick lips with the tip of his cock. His lips again plundered hers, and plunged his hard shaft deep into her velvety softness. They flowed with the timeless dance of love, their orgasms exploding together. Wrapped in each other’s arms and legs, they slept….