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Modeling

By: storysman



There are things one does in life that can't make you feel like a bastard. Things that you either did or could have prevented that could have made someone's life better.

Sometimes, it's both...

I considered my college life to be quite good. As a student, I had little trouble gaining good grades. And as a student, I had plenty of chances to party and go completely wild. And I had a girlfriend. A very pretty girlfriend that I loved to fuck in my dorm room and think about how her parents though she was getting along. If only they could see her cunt filled with my cock, I used to think.

I was pretty happy with one girl. And also happy with the group of friends I had gathered together in my three years of academic life. But how was I to know that someone would come along and screw that all up? 

Her name was Huni, and if you're wondering, it is pronounced like the sweet syrup you put on biscuits and such. She was Chinese, and probably the most achingly beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. I first encountered her in a winter class along with one of my best friends in college, David. When she walked into the room, we both turned to each other with a complete look of appreciation.

Of course, I had my girlfriend, so I contained most of my burning lustful intentions deep within my thoughts. But David was single, and the look in his eyes carried a sense of far more than the boiling lust most men felt at the sight of her. Perhaps I'm not as romantic as he was, or at least wasn't then, but I swear he fell in love at first sight.

Together, we managed to weasel our way into the same group as Huni when project time came around. Sitting up close to her only added to her enchantments. Her long flowing black hair streamed down her back and sides. Her perfectly white teeth smiled gleefully and innocently. Her dress was conservative, but her body just seemed to be bursting to display itself in all its firm, curvaceous glory. She was pencil thin at the waist. So thin, I was certain my fingers could touch if I wrapped my hands around it. She must have had some magical formula for channeling her extra weight into her breasts. They were so full, so round, beneath her tops and jackets.

Being winter, the rest of her was left too imagination. The cold classrooms didn't much suit skimpy outfits or high-cut miniskirts. But as we learned more about Huni, we doubted she would wear such outfits anyway. She had recently moved from China, though she had lived in the U.S. until she was about thirteen. Her father had wanted his family to experience traditional Chinese roots, but felt her best opportunity lay in America. So when college came around, she spent only two years in her native land before blessing our shores with her fully developed beauty.

The time in China had fulfilled its purpose. Huni was a very conservative girl, and blushed an endearing shade of crimson when even the slightest sexual innuendo was made. We knew she would pass out if we ever asked her if she was a virgin, but we didn't need to ask. She was, and planned on remaining that way until her eventual marriage.

Ahh, marriage. I think poor David saw wedding bells attached to those magnificent breasts. I laughed when I realized he was always the first to meet her when the group got together, and the last to leave when we dispersed. I had no idea what they talked about in these times alone, but I had to do my best to stifle my jealousy and not try to sneak in on the action. After all, I had a girlfriend. And a very pretty girlfriend at that.

Have you ever seen an expression of true joy on the face of someone? Have you ever seen the ultimate, soul-lifting exclamation of happiness from a friend's lips? David asked Huni out on a date. She said yes. I gotta tell you I was a bit jealous. I found myself spending less and less time at the group meetings. Not because I didn't want to work, but because I could barely keep my dick in my pants. I could reason the lust from my body, but the length and vigor of time it took increased with each meeting. I was doing so well, and then I saw her in "the top."

The library was warmer than the classrooms, and we decided one evening to meet there. The extra temperature allowed Huni to remove her jacket. She was wearing the tightest, whitest, most body-contouring top I had ever seen. It looked like she bought the right size, and then had it shrink while she was still wearing it. The sleeves barely came past her shoulders. The buttons seemed like they were carving out red marks in her skin. But the killer, the sight that drove me absolutely crazy, was the sight of her obscured, but quite visible bra.

I could see her bra! Right through that tight white top! I could see the different reflection of light on the satin underneath, and the shape of the lace in the straps. I could see the sewn point that most be pressing directly against her nipples. And I could see a faint pattern in the fabric, a faint rose-petal pattern that seemed to encompass both innocence and pure sexuality.

I had to excuse myself. I had to pretend to go to the bathroom, duck into an unused room, and restrain myself from masturbating. I couldn't believe what was going on. I had a girlfriend, Damn it! And a very pretty girlfriend, mind you!

But this girl was unbelievable! She spoke with a slight, captivating accent. She hid her face and laughter behind embarrassed hands but sprung right up to add a joke of her own. She stretched these long, magical stretches that threatened to pull that top out of her pants. 

And she was a virgin. She was a good, conservative girl whose full lips had probably never pressed against a man. She was the purest flower, the most dainty of beauties.

So, as I said, I limited my contact with her after that. With most women, the time you spend with them builds up your desire to hump them like some kind of rising power meter. But once you leave their company, the meter falls back to zero. Not with Huni. The meter kept rising. It kept rising even when I wasn't with her, but fortunately at much slower pace. I even had trouble looking at other Chinese women. They all made me think of her, though not a one was even half her beauty.

Spring came, and the semester was over. David and Huni had been dating for awhile, and I can sadly say they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Sadly for me. I was happy for David. I did have a very pretty girlfriend, and was willing to accept that my friend had a heart-poundingly gorgeous girlfriend.

I managed two weeks away from her. Two weeks where I didn't see her with my eyes, but she never left my mind. The two weeks before Spring classes. When it was over, I found with her again. We had another class together, but this time, no David.

Huni came strolling into the classroom with a simple, tight yellow top with white buttons down the middle. But it was her lower article of clothing that caught my attention... something I had never seen her in before... a pair of shorts. They were simple enough. A casual white pair with a couple of pockets and a belt. It was the sight of her legs that was so spectacular. Her slender, golden-skinned smooth legs so perfectly shaped from foot-to-calf-to thigh-to crotch. They were so perfect, so flawless, I almost looked like she was wearing nylons the way her blemish-free flesh glinted in the light. But they were bare and wonderfully exposed to my eyes.

"Get a load of that bitch!"

Frank's harshness stunned me. Here was a friend I knew as long as David, if he could really be called a friend. I knew him, but considered him more of an asshole. He was so cocky, arrogant, and condescending. He thought the world turned when he commanded it, and would stop dead if he wished it. But as cruel fate all too often has it, he had the luck to back it up. He wasn't a great-looking guy, but he was good. He never lacked in his share of dates. His father owned a photography studio, which he let Frank use after hours for his own purposes. I had watched a number of the best-looking campus woman hop into his car to have some "nice" photos taken. I wondered how many of those woman showed more than their flashy smile. I wondered how many of them did more than just take pictures. 

I turned to him, not even realizing his reference was to precious Huni at first. When I saw his eyes fixed upon her, I turned at him sharply.

"Watch it, that's my friend's girlfriend!"

"Dude, she's fucking hot!"

"Yeah, she's special." I couldn't use his term. "Fucking hot" was not the phrase that captured her beauty.

Huni broke from her friend, spoke a gleeful "Hello," and sat in front of me. This class was going to be torture...

When she turned her body, I could easily see the thin bra strap so eloquently holding those wonderful breasts. The width of her shoulders was so narrow, so vulnerable. Her black hair curled lovingly down her spine as she brushed it from her shoulders. I could feel my hands on those shoulders, rubbing her softly as they slowly moved down to her chest. The image and sensations of fantasy were so clear in my mind as my thoughts joyously brought my fingertips into her blouse and onto the smooth cups of her bra. My ears awakened to invisible hush of pleasure that slowly sighed from her lips.

"Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" Huni's wonderful, smiling face had turned to ask me something. What it was didn't matter. To borrow a pencil, to giver her my wallet, to kill a man. I handed her my pencil blessing the desk beneath me and it's ability to conceal the large bulge in my pants.

Frank seemed just as taken with her. Everyday of class, I caught him stealing stares of her. He would see me, and wink as if I was thinking about the exact same thing: fucking her.

But winks were not enough for a man like Frank. A man, who had no trouble expressing himself.

"Man, I really want to fuck her." he just blurted it out one day. "Just think about that tiny, tight Chinese cunt sucking on your dick."

"Frank, come on. Please don't talk about my friend's girlfriend like that." I probably sounded noble in defense of a lady's honor. The truth was, I WANTED to think about his images! "If anybody gets to make love to her, it will be David."

"What? You mean he's not fucking her already?"

Why'd I have to open my big mouth?

"Dude, that means she's fair game! That means she wants somebody else!"

"It's not like that. She's a very traditional girl. She doesn't want to have sex before marriage."

"Dude, that's a crock! She'll fuck like a whore with the right guy."

Poor Frank, he always thought he knew women. He saw me shaking my head.

"I'll bet ya." He said intently.

"Get out of here."

"I'll bet you a hundred bucks right now that I can get her to fuck me."

"Frank, your full of shit."

"I'm serious! A hundred bucks!"

"No way, and even if you could, how would you prove it?"

"I'll videotape it."

I would like to think my confidence in Huni's chastity is what made me accept the bet, and not my the desire I wouldn't the recognize. Not the desire to see Huni's naked body humping and receiving a man's penis. I accepted the bet. If anything did happen, I was significantly responsible.

Frank made me promise not to get in the way. I had to go along with everything he said, and not let on to Huni about his intentions. I asked why I would do that? I wanted to see him lose. Frank insisted that if I lost the hundred bucks, it would be worth my while. I have to give him credit there. He saw the way I looked at her. He saw how her beauty captivated me and defined my sexual want. I didn't know what he meant, but agreed to his terms.

His attack started simply.

"Huni," he began one afternoon as we strolled out of class, "I really like that top your wearing. It really looks good on you."

"Thank you." she seemed nervous at the compliment.

"I don't know if you know this, but I do fashion photography for my father's business."

"I didn't know that."

"Anyway, we could really use a model to feature some tops from a new account he just picked up. Do you think you would be interested?"

Huni stopped walking. I stayed a few steps behind, listening, but not saying anything.

Huni seemed adorably embarrassed. I don't know how often she received compliments on her looks, but she was visibly uncomfortable. Yet, she was also smiling, and seemed quite flattered.

"You want me to model for you?" she finally asked.

"Yeah, it would be great. I'll bet your really photogenic."

"I don't think so..."

"Come on, it would really help us out. Who knows, you could get famous!"

Huni perked up a bit at that, but wore a look of suspicion. She seemed to be forming seedy ideas on what this situation might really mean. Would Frank use it as an opportunity to make a pass at her? But her innocence or embarrassment held her back from vocalizing her sexually-oriented fears.

"We'll pay you."

Now she really paid attention. I knew Huni's financial situation wasn't the greatest. She could use any spare buck she could find.

"How much?" she asked.

"Twenty-five bucks."

Franks sensed her hesitation, and her interest. He knew she wanted the money, but was nervous about what she would be wearing.

"Come on, there simple tops just like you have on now. No big deal."

I'm not sure what exact logic Huni was using at the moment as she weighed the arguments. But as her lips mouthed "Ok," I figured the lure of the money for a relatively simple task was too much. I did believe she was nervous. But she was too innocent, too naive, to be as nervous or as concerned as she needed to be. Frank was going to attempt to seduce her. It was that simple. This was a set-up for him to attempt to rip off her clothes and fill her virgin cunt with his cock. I don't think exquisitely beautiful Chinese girl was capable of picturing such raw lust, and I feared that made her vulnerable. 

I didn't know Frank's exact plan. And, I didn't know where Frank was going to get the money to pay her, but the stage was set.

"No! No! Absolutely not!" The look on David's face clearly showed suspicion, outrage, and fear.

"Why not?" Huni's voice was sweetly unconcerned.

I told them I was going to go get some water. The three of us were studying in the library when Huni told her boyfriend of her new modeling gig. I got up, but went to the next study room. I pressed my ear to the wall, and listened to the argument.

"Huni, I know Frank. He's a weasel. He's just doing it to get pictures of you."

"I know. That's what modeling is for." Her innocent, accented Chinese voice. So like a trusting little girl's.

"Huni, that's not what I mean." David explained. "He wants pictures of you because you're beautiful, because he wants to..." He hung stopped. David knew how uncomfortable Huni was with any kind of sexual discussion. He didn't want to say, "masturbate with them."

Huni continued, "If he thinks I'm beautiful, then it makes sense. Why would he want to use somebody ugly to model his tops?"

I couldn't see David, but I felt his frustration. The worst part was, he knew, as did I, that Frank's father was a genuine photographer. He had a studio and everything. That made Frank's story hard to disprove, for David anyway. I could go in there. I could go in and say to Huni, "Frank plans to try to fuck you." But I didn't.

The evening ended quite sourly. David forbade Huni from modeling, She grew enraged and stormed off. When I went back into the room, David seemed desperately worried. He asked me what he should do. Part of me wanted to tell him. Part of me wanted to say, "protect your girlfriend form that shark. He wants to hump her." 

"Let her do it." is what I said. "It's just tops. It's not worth fighting over."

"Give me twenty-five bucks." Frank said to me the next day before class.

"What for?"

"To pay Huni. I promised her twenty-five bucks."

"What? Why would I give you the money, you're the one trying to fuck her!" 

"Because, you will be getting a service in return."

What did he mean? I was confused by his comment.

"In my dad's studio, we have a changing room..."He smiled slyly. "With some 'special' glass for a mirror. We have a number of attractive ladies come in for pictures. A number of attractive ladies who have to undress. For twenty-five bucks, I'll let you be on the other side of that mirror."

My heart was pounding from the moment he said "undress." Huni was going to be molding tops. That meant, she had to take them off! Frank was offering me a chance to see her, to see her breasts. I surmised she would be wearing a bra, but so what? I could see Huni, her delicate shoulders... bare. Her slender arms... bare. Her flat, smooth stomach... bare. And the curved, wonderful contours of her full, incredible breasts. Not bare, but snugly held by a tender, feminine bra that would reveal her cleavage and much of their shape.

I handed Frank the money.

"One more thing..." he said.

"What?"

"Can you bring me some of your girlfriend's tops?"

I hadn't thought of that. Where was Frank going to get the clothes for her to model?

"Um, yeah, I guess." Could I get them out? "I'd have to take some she doesn't wear much."

"That's fine." Frank said. "It really doesn't matter what she wears, does it? And besides, this isn't going to be a one time deal. It's going to take several 'sessions.' to work her up."

The bastard was devious, I had to give him that. But was I any better? Frank couldn't be doing this without me. He needed me. I should have felt like a bastard myself. But I was feeling too hot, too excited to question my character. I was going to see that sweet, pure, achingly beautiful Chinese girl unbutton her shirt, and remove it. I was going to see her breasts bounce firmly in he bra, and then be covered up again with the buttoning of a new shirt. I couldn't wait.

I was already in position when Huni arrived. Frank had led me behind a wall to a dark corridor that ran behind the changing room. He brought a flashlight with him to find the way, explaining that I should never turn on any light while behind the glass or Huni might be able to see it. I wasn't surprised to see a video camera atop a tripod shooting directly through the glass. "You should see some of the chicks we've got with this thing." he said proudly. I didn't care who he had gotten before, or who he was getting later. I just wanted Huni.

So I waited, anxiously awaiting the opening of that door and the entrance of the fair goddess. I fiddled momentarily with the camera, and felt let down the viewfinder was black and white. Frank had a bar-type stool to sit on, so one could see through the glass without standing.

I heard the shutting of a door from the main studio. It was barely audible, and I couldn't hear any conversation. But I guessed she was here! Who else could it be?

I was caught off guard as the door to the changing room opened. I immediately recognized Huni's silhouette. She was carrying the duffel bag I brought, which contained the wardrobe I had picked inside. She turned on the switch.

Oh God, she was in the top! She was in that white, body hugging top I had seen her in once before! I sprang out of my chair, moving closer to the glass. Huni set the duffel bag on the floor, then stepped to the mirror. I instinctively stepped back, afraid she might see me somehow. She didn't. She examined her face, her wonderful face, as I examined her breasts. Oh yes, I could see the contour of her bra once again. The shirt made it opaque, but couldn't hide it completely. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans shorts with it that seemed to grip her smooth, dark-skinned legs with affection. Her make-up was impeccable, with full red lips and perfectly shadowed eyes. I don't think she had ever looked more sexy. I looked again at her chest, thinking to myself, "I'll see more of you later."


Modeling



Was it the incomprehensible accent or her really big boobs? Kelly meets a curious woman who asks pointed questions.

There are other stories about Kelly, but each one can be read independently. Please read those too if you enjoy this one. I have started writing a couple of others and will post them, should readers continue to like reading about her experiences. There was some fun stuff that happened before the end of school and over the summer already. 

If you want to read the posted ones in chronological order, start with "A Party at Jeni's, then read "What is There to Do", "Dinner for Three", "Kelly and Lindsay Alone Together", and "Study Break". I have a couple of other stories up that aren't about Kelly. 

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Modeling

Sometime in April, the first year 

"You are homozexual," Yana said. It was not a question, it was a description. "Everyone is knowing zis hat school. I myzev am zeeing you kezzing your churlfrend ven she vas dropping you off here."

I am not homosexual. Not that it was any of her business one way or the other. I had known this girl all of 15 minutes, and it was rather a forward statement for her to make. Still, as she seemed to think she knew so much about me, I gave her an answer. "I'm bi," I said. "We have a boyfriend."

Her blue eyes shot up. "A dreesum. Oh, how darink huff hugh." Her voice was barely audible, not a whisper, but low. We were not being overheard.

I couldn't be at all sure what she was saying, if it was a compliment or a condemnation. Her accent made it hard to tell.

"I av neber bean putting my tung in anudder voman for zexual porpoises."

"What?" I asked softly. Between the low tone of her voice and her accent, I had no idea what she had said.

"Leaking."

I made a clueless face to show her I didn't understand. She raised her hand, the first two fingers forming a V, then turned it to her face and stuck her tongue between them and wriggled it. "Coonilhingas."

"Cunnilingus?"

"Yuss."

"You like it?" What the heck was this girl talking about?

"Ob corse. Only I am neber doing it to a vooman."

Ah, I understood finally. She was telling me she wasn't gay. I rolled over and tried to sit up, but her leg was still on top of me. Bob, the photographer called to me to hold the pose as he adjusted the lights and reset the focus, so I lay back down.

So, what was I doing with another naked woman with her leg draped over me being quietly questioned about my sexuality?

Modeling.

Needing money to finish the term, I had offered myself as a figure model for the art department. I knew there was a chance that I would run into a fellow student or two, but I figured I could handle it. A recommendation from the life drawing professor had led to this session with a local photographer, posing with another model. The photographer had assured us both individually that posing together was not going to be in the least sexual, he just wanted to work with two subjects and he liked the contrast between our figures. Meaning, tactfully, I suppose, that she had one and I did not.

So, there we were. His studio was a detached building behind his house. It was quite professional, and he had an assistant, another woman, there to help out. Yana and I had been shown to separate changing rooms where we left our clothes and came out in our birthday suits. Interestingly, neither of us had bothered with the robes provided. 

"Hugh av been vit many churls?" Yana was saying, probing.

"What?" 

"Churls. Veemen?"

"No, not many," I told her. Six or so sn't many.

"I vood tink it cats booring vidout..." Yana seemed to struggle for the right word. She curled her fingers into a circle and pushed two fingers of her other hand through them.

"A penis?"

"Yuss. A gock." She nodded. "Being bisexual, hugh are hexited being with me den, beguz I ham peautiful and here naked wit hugh."

Well, yes, she was beautiful and naked, no question about that: a little shorter than I, with luxurious brown hair that fell past her shoulders and very large breasts, a thin waist, and shapely, comely hips. Modest about it too, it seemed. Her skin was so soft where she brushed her body on mine. And we were so close I smelled the soap she'd bathed with that morning, but also the scent of her, of Yana. I wasn't getting a wet-on for her though. I was being ultra professional, as a good model should be. She was gorgeous, and soft, and sweet smelling however.

"Yana, you are very pretty." I assured her, "but just because we are naked together doesn't mean I am attracted to you. This is just a job. I am in a relationship." There had to be a lot more arguments in my favor for why she didn't turn me on, but I was having a hard time thinking of any.

She laughed. "But hugh like me. Hugh vould like to vuk with me."

The photographer called for us to hold our pose as he snapped the shutter. I had thought that posing might give me insights into being a photographic artist in my own right, but so far it was mostly just a lot of lying around naked while he and his assistant worked. I liked what he was doing with the lights however. I would have to see if I could rig up something similar as practice on my own.

"Yes, I like you, Yana. Why? Are you coming on to me?" Well? Was she?

"No, I ham not into churls," she answered, having the tact of a doorknob. "But berhabs I could vuk hyour poyfrindt, za geetar blayer, while vatching you wit hyour churlfrindt.."

And just how did this big-boobed, freshman, Slovakian international student know I had a guitar playing boyfriend all of a sudden? And just what made her think I would agree to let her "vuk" Tom while she watched me having sex with Lindsay? It made her earlier question about my orientation quite suspect. She knew about Lindsay, and now she seemed to know about Tom. Was our relationship really being discussed around the school, or was that just something she had said? Or was she just another of the girls who had seen Tom playing in one of the bars and thought she wanted to sleep with him because he was so sensitive and insightful. (He isn't. It is just the songs.) Maybe she was just a voyeur who wanted to watch two women making love. Or an exhibitionist. She certainly wasn't shy.

And, okay, so the idea did make me a little excited. We three hadn't talked about that sort of thing at all. I didn't even know if we were all being faithful to each other or not. What would Tom and Lindsay say if I brought home another woman for sex? Tom? Well, not a big question there, really. I mean, one look at Yana and he would be out of his pants. Lindsay? We had met at an orgy, after all. Yana's suggestion was not totally out of the realm of possibility. I wasn't at all sure of my own feelings. It was hard enough, still, to see Tom and Lindsay fucking. How would I feel about watching him with Yana? I felt a twinge between my legs. When I found myself actually considering it, I had to shake my head to clear such wicked thoughts away.

"No leaking," she empahised.

"What?"

"Leaking." She wriggled her tongue through her fingers again, and got scolded by the photographer for breaking pose.

I nodded. "Licking," I corrected.

"Legging," she tried again.

"No, no licking, never. Not if you are not into girls. Even if having me go down on you would be the most exciting sexual experience of your life. No. I just would not be right if you were not attracted to me as well." I was laughing to myself, but keeping a straight face for her. I wasn't sure I was even so great at it. I liked licking, and did my best for Lindsay.

"Vy, har hugh so good?"

"Why, are you so interested?" I mean, come on! Would she have even raised the issue if she wasn't? Granted, she was totally socially inept, but boorishness excuses only so much. How often to you ask a stranger about his or her sex life within 15 minutes of meeting even you are both naked? Was she just interested in a detached sort of way, kind of fascinated with the concept of girl sex if not the act? Best thing to do was call her bluff. Right?

"Hugh har ketting vet. I feel hugh on my leg."

"Okay, Yana, yes, you are the second most beautiful woman I have ever lain around with naked. Physically you are supremely alluring and appealing. If I were not in a relationship, I might seriously consider asking you out, even if you don't like girls. Despite being a complete dunderhead, I think you might actually be fun to spend time with. Of course, it could just be that you are so attractive and I am simply a product of my breast obsessed society." I wondered if she could smell how wet she was making me. Would a straight girl know that smell?

Yana stared at me, her blue eyes wet and questioning. "Only zecond most?"

What an ego! I went on, even as we shifted poses so that I was standing and she was curled at my feet, head down, as I bent and I touched her hair. "I can easily picture you tied to my bed, your luscious legs spread wide, your arms over your head. Mmmm, your pussy would be so, so wet. I would use my lips and tongue on you, and my fingers, kissing, nipping, rolling my tongue over you, taking you to orgasm after orgasm." Hmmm, was I just calling her bluff, or had I fallen into flirting with her?

"Quiet," Bob called. "I'm ready to shoot again." I straightened and arched my back to thrust out my boobs, more or less, cocked a leg a tad more open, and froze. "Yana," he kind of coughed, almost embarrassed, "could you do something to make your nipples stand up?"

Like imagine sexual scenarios with me? My own nipples were standing right up from thinking about her! "You might see about getting some ice," I suggested. And, if art demanded it, I could suck Yana's nipples to make them stiff for her. Better than ice, you know.

The assistant appeared from the lab with ice cubes in a ziplock bag which she could dab to us as needed. I liked my idea better.

Bob directed us through the next serious of poses, his assistant attentive, arranging our hair, arms, legs, hip thrusts and leg extensions, dabbing nipples as called for. Yana had a lot of time to think about what I had said. Of course, I had only just suggested binding her to my bed to get to her. I was more of a tie-me-up kind of girl than a tier-upper. We must have held a dozen poses before the photographer called a rest.

Yana was back on it immediately. "Har hugh zerious?"

I nodded almost as if I had forgotten I had just suggested tying her up and making love to her by then. "Yes, absolutely serious," picturing her bound.

Her pretty face fell, crushed. "Only zecond most peutiful?"

I nodded, grinning widely, both at myself for misreading her question and her incredible self-image. Apparently she had never seen Jeni. "Yes."

"Che mudst pee a go-dess."

"She is," I said simply. "An absolute goddess." I kind of have a crush on Jeni. She was my first, and all. Would I throw over Lindsay and Tom for her? Well...

Bob, the photographer, told us we were finished about then. I uncurled myself from Yana and hurried to the dressing room and into my clothes again. The whole thing was becoming slightly uncomfortable for me, in spite of my own teasing. The touch of her skin on mine, while we were not overtly sexually posed together, had gotten to me. With no hair between my legs, I was concerned that my arousal would be obvious to Bob and his assistant. Would they catch my scent?

After I had dressed (and blotted dry a bit) and was preparing to leave, Bob drew me aside. "Kelly," he apologized, "I am really sorry about Yana coming on to you."

I must have given him a deer-in-the-headlights look. He'd known what we were talking about? I was so embarrassed. 

"I saw her rather blatant hand gestures," Bob went on. He raised two fingers, almost to his mouth in imitation of her. Bob is an older guy, so it looked especially cute when he did it. I had to fight myself not to laugh. He looked so funny. "When I hire models to work together, I expect them to be professional, no matter what their sexual preferences may be. Sometimes, a girl like Yana will come along and use the modeling session as a chance to hit on the other models. I hope she did not offend you. I would like to work with you again."

I tried not to laugh again. Yana hadn't actually hit on me, and I was the one who liked to have sex with women, after all.

"It was nothing, really," I told him. "Please, do call me for more work." He handed me an envelope with my fee. "And I don't mind working with Yana. She's sweet."

Yana came out of the dressing room looking stunning in a snug blue turtleneck and jeans. Unlike me, she was wearing a bra, and it lifted her boobs under that sweater spectacularly. I slipped into my coat and left. I was just turning onto the street, preparing to walk home, when I heard her behind me, scurrying in her heels to catch up.

"Gelly," she said, slipping an arm through mine, "Hinvite me to go home wiz hugh. I like hugh. I vould like to meet hyour churlfrindt and poyfrindt."

I didn't mind her taking my arm, but I didn't return the affection. This was my first time dealing with another woman like this. Was she just curious or was she interested? And if she was interested, what the heck was I going to do about it?

"We don't live together," I told her. "Lindsay and I are in dorms. Tom shares a house with another guy in town."

"Oh, anudder man too? Hugh really har darink."

I shook my head. "Not that daring. He doesn't get involved."

She seemed disappointed. We walked for awhile before she spoke "Gelly," she said softly, "I ham not darink either. I hab not bean vukking since coming to Hamerica."

I stopped walking. I could feel her boob on my arm where she held me. "You're kidding."

She shook her head and her dark hair flounced. "Hamerican poys are not happroachink me. I ham scarink them, I think. And holder men har vanting me to be brostitute. Hoffering me money. I could ab stayed in Slovakia to be brostitute."

For a moment, she looked really young. And vulnerable. And lonesome. Very lonesome and utterly gorgeous. Boys her age would be reluctant to approach her. And anyone older... well, she wasn't the only pretty girl ever to be offered the chance to capitalize on her looks.

"And girls don't like you at all, do they?"

She shook her head again. Why would they? She was amazing looking and as rude as could be, and you couldn't understand her about half the time. Too much work to be her friend. I kind of liked her though. Was it only because she flirted with me?

"Okay, Yana. Why don't we go see the movie at the Union? And just hang out. We'll get dinner." I checked my watch. Lindsay would be starting practice about then. Tom was supposed to be doing research all night.

Her face brightened and she swung in next to me once more, the weight of her breast incredibly present on my arm as she held on to me. Her heels made us the same height.

Yana didn't seem the least bit disturbed to be strolling down the street with her arm in mine. It was something of a distance from Bob's house to north end of campus, where the theatre is. The walk was nice, her arm through mine, her big breast brushing to me with each step. We talked animatedly, and I found myself liking Yana more and more. I was understanding her better all the time and hardly ever had to say, "What?" so often. She was funny and bright. 

We ate at the dinning hall in The Union. Sitting on opposite sides of the table, she didn't have much chance to touch me, but we talked a lot, even exchanging phone numbers. She made me laugh. After putting our trays away, we moved over to the theatre which was showing an old French movie that was kind of racy for its time, but now looks quite tame. Brigit Bardot was in it, briefly nude, but her being undraped was quite scandalous for the time. Ironic that Yana and I had been more nude, more displayed, all afternoon, and doing so was hardly a big deal. Well, kind of a big deal, but not the way it had been for old Brigit. I wasn't sure what my mother would say about my being a nude model. I was going to have to tell her. Right after confessing that I had a girlfriend. 

Yana and I found seats in the middle of the theatre, plopping our bags and coats down into the seats on either side of us as we sat next to one another. The theatre was a converted auditorium, and the seats were old and lumpy. There weren't very many people attending the showing, and few were sitting near us. Yana was on my left then. Maybe it was a European thing, but she kept touching me until I finally took her hand in mine and held it to keep her still. Kind of like being on a first date with a boy, except of course, we weren't on a date, and Yana was no boy, and she didn't want to have sex with another girl.

Yana speaks French, so she could follow the movie without reading the subtitles, but I had to pay close attention to catch what was going on. Brigit was apparently being accused of being a slut for running around naked. Yana laid her head on my shoulder as Brigit put on her clothes from the line where the laundry was hung. We sat and watched, holding hands, her head on my shoulder. Then her left hand crept across my chest and into my shirt.

"Just what are you doing?" I asked, eyes wide, her actions surprising me as she unbuttoned my shirt to be able to get her hand in. Her fingers were swift and sure.

"I ab neber touched annuder vooman's prest," she said simply and touched mine. Her fingers curled delicately around my right boob under my shirt, my nipple standing right up as she did. "Zee? Hugh like hit."

Yes. I did like it. I love having my breasts touched. Always have. That didn't mean I should just sit there and let her feel me up in the theatre.

But I did. Yana seemed so innocent in her interest in me. And we were becoming friends. If she wanted to lay her hand on my naked breast, what was the harm in it?

Holding my boob seemed to calm her down. Her fingers moved only occasionally, and once or twice she scraped my soft skin with her nails, but I quite liked that. I felt so warm and comfortable with her hand there inside of my shirt. I smelled her again, her hair right there under my chin as she rested her head on my shoulder. I relaxed and enjoyed the movie and her touch.

We blinked as the lights came up at the end of the film and Yana slipped her hand from my shirt. It was much cooler outside, and we both zipped up our coats as we began the walk from the Union toward the dorms. Yana was in one of the newer ones on the south end of campus, like most freshmen, but I was in an older, more fashionable building across from the Union. I could have just said goodnight and gone home, but I was afraid to ask her into my room just then, and I didn't want to leave her just yet either. Lindsay was out of practice by then, so I decided to go see her and walk Yana home first. Something about Yana made me maternal, maybe. I was older, more experienced, wiser. American. I licked girls and all. I gave her my arm again and told her I would see her home. She smiled, her startling blue eyes sparkling, and off we went.

At the entrance of her dormitory, I drew my arm from hers and leaned over to kiss her lightly on the cheek. Her eyes widened before she kissed mine. "Thank you for a wonderful evening, Yana."

"Thang hugh, Gelly." She squeezed my hand and flounced into the building.

Lindsay lived in the sports dorm, between Yana's and my own, and I hurried there as fast as my long legs would take me. I was anxious to see my lover. I flew up the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator and was soon knocking on her door. 

Lindsay was there with two other volleyball players: her roommate, Cora, and another girl, Teresa. She opened the door a minute or so after I knocked wearing just her sports bra and practice shorts. I flowed into her arms and kissed her deeply, hugging her and wanting her. The other girls were a couple themselves, so our embrace did not startle them. They knew Lindsay was dating me. Still, I seemed to embarrass her with my overt affection. She looked flushed.




Modeling



I was hot for her, my beautiful, golden-haired lover. But I was also hot from spending the afternoon naked with Yana, from teasing with her verbally, from her hand on my breast all through the movie, from the kiss on the cheek as I saw her into her dorm. Lindsay must never know that.

She led me in to the room and we both sat on her bed. I couldn't keep my hands off of her. Sitting next to her, I kissed her neck and ran my fingers along her bare thigh. I greeted Cora and her lover, noting for the first time that Cora was wearing only a long tee that, on her, because she is even taller than me, barely reached her butt. The other girl, Teresa, was also wearing just her sports bra and shorts. Being on the team together must have broken down any constraints of modesty. I guess my entrance had embarrassed them too, because they looked kind of flushed too. Kind of frazzled.

I whispered in Lindsay's ear how much I needed her. I asked her to come back to my room. I had a single. We could be alone and make love. My fingers danced over her skin where it was bare.

"It's late, Kelly. I have an early class." I sat up. She had never demurred before. And I was so needy right then.

"Okay, here then," I insisted and began to unbutton my shirt. I had shrugged it from my shoulders and bared my breasts in no time. Turning to her, I cupped one of her breasts through her bra and pressed my half-naked body to her urgently. Boldly, I ran my other hand up her leg and under her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties, and her sex was already wet, almost like she had been fucking already.

"See," I whimpered, "you want me too."

"Kelly!" she whispered sharply, "Cora and Teresa are here, you know."

"I don't care," I hissed. Looking at the other two, I asked, "Do you care? I want to make love to my girlfriend."

"Kelly!" Lindsay said again.

I kissed her. "Darling, you went down on me in the library. Anybody could have seen us then, and you didn't care. You loved the idea that someone would see us. I know. I loved it too, as much as it scared me. I want to make love to you now. Please." I reached behind her to let her hair down from the ponytail she wore.

When I was a freshman, I had done it with my boyfriend while my roommate was in the dorm room with us. This wasn't really so different, was it?

Cora laughed and pulled Teresa close. "Oh, don't mind us."

I flew out of my shoes, panties and pants. Lindsay tried to keep me from pulling down her shorts, but I won her with my kisses and flutters. She lay back, her blonde hair spreading out around her head, covering the pillow. Kneeling on the floor, I kissed her thighs open and licked upwards. Her pussy was hot under my tongue, and the scent of her was heavy and thick. It often was after practice, when her body had been worked hard. 

"God, Kelly, you're gorgeous," Cora breathed. 

I lifted my lips from Lindsay to say, "For a skinny girl."

"For any girl," Cora whispered.

That made me smile as I crossed two fingers and eased them inside my lover. Her gasp of pleasure made me grin with happiness. My other hand moved over her tummy and under her bra. Again the heat of her body struck me, and I cupped her boob and touched my lips to her sex. Inside of her, my fingers curled and caressed her, their tips touching, running over the bumpiness there as I sought to please her.

I felt Lindsay shifting as her bra was lifted up and off. Opening my eyes, I saw Theresa standing by the bed and helping Lindsay out of it. She smiled and moved off to sit on Cora's bed. My fingers slipped in and out of Lindsay as I licked, pointing my tongue to circle her clit. She felt so wonderful under my fingers and tongue. I tasted her, and that sweet, tart essence of her coated my tongue and ran down my throat.

Lindsay's cries were being stifled into her pillow, but she was pulsing around my fingers as they played inside of her. I knew she was near orgasm. I was coming to know her body so well now. I devoted myself to her pleasure, wanting her to come, and needing to be touched too. 

Behind me, on Cora's bed, the other two women had shrugged off what little clothing they had on and were kissing each other. I lifted my head for a moment to turn and look over my shoulder them. Lindsay and I had played at exhibitionism, but nothing like this. Cora is over six feet tall, and she has really big breasts. Sometimes, in the low-cut blouses she wears, she exposes more breast flesh without ever showing her nipples than I have entire breasts. Now I was seeing them. Theresa was kissing one, near the nipple, which was standing up. Cora opened her legs and Theresa touched her between them. I smiled to them. Turning my head again, I ran my tongue over Lindsay's lips.

I lifted up from my knees and plopped my ass onto my lover's bed. I came down on something hard. I dug under me and my hand found something. A vibrator. Oh? Lindsay must have been missing me. She and I hadn't done much with toys. Maybe there was something I was missing. I set it down on the bed next to me and returned my hand to Lindsay's breast. My fingers and tongue moved with her.

Lindsay clenched and cried out as she came, the insistent touch of my tongue taking her away. I looked up to see her eyes squeezed shut as her body shook with her orgasm. I could hear the sounds of Cora and Theresa making love behind me. The smell of sex was thick in the room as four women secreted in their excitement.

I moved over her to lie beside her as she wrapped me in her arms and we kissed. This was so nice. Lindsay's skin on mine was satiny and warm. The kissing went on and on. Then I rose up and looked deep into those brown eyes. "Lick me?"

"Love to," she purred. 

I moved up onto my knees and over her, lowering my pussy to her lips as she settled into the middle of her bed. Lifting her head, she brought her mouth to me, kissing me there as her hands cupped my bottom. She held me and guided me so that her lips circled my clit and she tugged, drawing me between them and making me coo with pleasure.

Arching my back, I raised my hands and ran fingers through my hair, then dropped them to circle around my breasts, following their curves as Lindsay touched the tip of her tongue to me. I shuddered and gripped both boobs tightly as my body curled forward, crying out with delight.

A finger teased into me, going inside of my pussy, then popping out and moving back, between my cheeks. I gasped, then inhaled and held my breath as that finger pushed into my ass. I rose up off of her lips and came down again, feeling her finger go deeper in me as I did and loving having it there.

"Yes," I murmured, "yes, yes."

I uncurled again, feeling that sublime feeling in my bottom, the wonder of Lindsay's mouth on my pussy, and the ecstasy of orgasm that my lover gave me. Catching myself on my hands, I cried out, trying not to be too loud with Cora and Teresa there, but crying out.

I never made it home that night. Lindsay and I slept together in her narrow bed. 

Yana had no idea what she was missing.



Modeling



I had modeled a little before. Nothing that made me famous. Just a few local advertisements and fashion spreads.

But I loved it. I've always been a bit of a show girl and still can't resist playing to a camera. There's something thrilling about looking into that lens and knowing thousands of people will be looking at you. Men will be studying the picture and imagining what you look like under those clothes.

I was surprised, though, when I walked into my modeling job one cold winter day. Instead of a bunch of people running around trying to get a set ready, I found several people sitting at easels. They were all arranged in a circle facing a platform and concentrating very hard on the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

The most beautiful NAKED man I had ever seen.

He leaned back on long, lean arms with perfectly chiseled muscles that matched his abs. His skin glowed and his gorgeous face looked both bored and totally serene as he stared off into the distance. His legs were folded but I caught a glimpse of his cock. Even half-hidden in shadow, I could see it was the perfect size and shape.

I'm not normally one for pretty boys, but I could feel my breath quicken and my cheeks flush. I was startled by a rough voice beside me. "Are you the other model?"

I turned to see a man peering up at me, paintbrush in hand. I wanted to tell him no. That I had just walked in on accident. Impatient, he asked again. "Are you my other model?"

"I think so," I whispered.

"Perfect!" he exclaimed. The artist threw up his hands and began walking away from me. "They sent another inexperienced chicken! Go on. Go home. I can't work with you if you're going to be shy!"

I do not back down from a challenge. "No. I'm your other model."

The artist turned and raised an eyebrow. "I'm Jack. That's Cindy. She'll show you around."

I had been so busy checking out the god in the center of the room, I hadn't noticed the robed woman sitting in the corner. She was tall and blonde with large breasts. They were so large, her robe was having difficulty staying closed. 

"Hi. I'm Cindy," she shook my hand. Her hands were cold and bony, her nails long and bright red. She pointed to the center of the room. "That's Baz. Not bad, eh?"

She winked and I blushed. I took another look before following her as she skirted the outside of the circle of painters. They paid no attention to us as we slipped through a door and back into the bathroom.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a thick terrycloth robe. "You can borrow this. I always bring an extra. We always get stuck with a newbie."

"Sorry. I mean . . . thank you."

"Well, I'll leave you to it," Cindy started back out the bathroom door. "Just come out whenever you're done."

I heard the door shut and I smelled the clean detergent scent on the robe before looking at my face in the mirror. I was pale with anxiety. What was I thinking? What if I knew one of the artists? What would happen if Daddy found out? I was barely eighteen and still living at home. I imagined his face would turn the same color as Cindy's red nails.

I sighed and took off my coat. I hadn't been Daddy's innocent little girl for a long time and he was bound to find out somehow. I pulled my long-sleeved t-shirt over my head and noticed how flush my chest was. I wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or from the effect of Baz's nakedness. I hoped I could compose myself before I posed.

As I peeled my jeans off, my smooth legs turned to goose bumps as the chill in the air reached them. It was freezing outside and the heat didn't seem to be working well in this old building. I unlatched the front hook on my simple red bra and the cool air immediately turned my nipples to rocks. I placed my hands over my breasts, trying to warm them.

I jumped when I heard a loud knock on the door. Then I heard Jack's gravelly voice. "Hurry up in there! We're ready for the next pose!"

I threw on the robe and quickly stepped out of my red panties and tossed my clothes in my bag. I took a quick look at my naked body in the mirror and shrugged. Good thing I got a wax yesterday!

I rushed back out to the platform to find Cindy naked and sitting cross-legged, studying her nails. I marveled at how large her breasts were. She had a tiny frame and her breasts hung wider than her ribcage. My eyes fell lower to her pussy and now I knew the true meaning of a bush. Her pubic hair was dark and lush. 

I looked for Baz and saw him, now robed, talking to one of the painters. She was pink with excitement and kept twirling her red curls around her fingers. I felt a pang of jealousy.

A hand grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me to the platform. "We don't have all day!"

Once we reached the platform, Jack placed Cindy where he thought the light hit her best. He turned her face to look toward the clock on the wall across the room and placed one hand on the platform so that she would lean away from me.

"Don't worry," Baz's voice turned my insides to goo. "It's easy. After five minutes, you'll be so bored, you'll forget you're naked."

He slipped the robe off my shoulders. I hadn't managed to tie it shut in my rush so it slid completely off. I felt my body flush while my nipples became hard again. All I wanted was for Baz to fuck me right there. I didn't care if anyone was there to watch. I wanted that perfect cock inside me.

Once again, Jack woke me from my lustful dream. "Come! Now! Sit here!"

Jack arranged me so that I straddled Cindy's left side. My left leg went under her legs. My right leg curled around her soft ass. I breathed in her vanilla scent as he rested my head on her shoulder. My right hand was placed on top of her left cheek, my fingertip inside her crack. I inhaled sharply when Jack pulled my left hand under her left arm and placed it right on her left breast.

Cindy didn't move as I cupped her tit and felt how heavy the flesh was. Her nipple was as big as the tip of my thumb and it dug into my palm.

"Okay, everyone!" Jack addressed the painters. "We have twenty minutes left. Do what you can."

Baz walked by us and winked at me. I wondered why he was still here if there was only twenty minutes left. Did he get paid to stand around in his robe?

My thoughts turned back to Cindy. I had never defined myself as bisexual. I had never even really had any thoughts about another woman. But for twenty minutes, I felt that nipple dig into my palm and wondered what it would be like to caress this breast. Would Cindy move if I kneaded her ass? What if I flicked my thumb across her nipple?

I began to fantasize about how she would moan if I sucked on her nipples. I imagined she would grip my arm and dig into my flesh with those long nails. Maybe she would writhe on my finger if I explored her thick forest and found my way to her clit. Would she let me slip my finger inside her wet pussy?

I began to tire of sitting in the same position and tried to shift a little. In doing so, I released her breast a bit and let my hand slide across her nipple and back. I then smashed it a bit before gripping it hard and then releasing a bit. I'm not sure if I imagined it, but I thought I felt her push her ass further into my hand. Did her heartbeat quicken?

It wasn't long after this that Jack announced time was up. Cindy fell out of her pose and my hands lingered a little longer than was necessary. My hand did not want to let go of that heavy mound.

"Models!" Jack called. "Can I see you at my easel?"

Cindy and I grabbed our robes. This time, I took a second to tighten the tie.

"I'm working on a showing and I need one more painting. Will you stay for another pose? I'll pay you, of course." Jack sounded more like he was making a demand than asking a question.

"No problem, Jack." Baz wasted no time in approaching the platform and losing his robe. Once I heard Baz was in, I wanted to stay, too. 

I was trembling at the thought of pressing up against him. "Um. Sure. I can help."

Unfortunately, Cindy wasn't able to stay. She had to pick up her daughter. I gave her my robe and thanked her. I was surprised to realize I was disappointed to see her go. I longed to feel her soft flesh again. My disappointment didn't last long as I turned to see Jack positioning Baz.

Baz had his left leg on the platform and the other dangling off to the side. Jack pulled me over and had me sit in the crook of Baz's left knee. I felt Baz's cock resting on my hip and I bit my lip. Jack had me lean back so that my small breasts pointed up. I caught Baz looking at them and my nipples hardened so much, they became painful. 

Jack then raised my left leg so that my knee was bent and my foot was flat on the platform. My legs were spread wide and my heart pounded as I realized my pussy lips were open for anyone to see.

Jack stepped back and surveyed the scene. I noticed his eyes linger over my pink lips before he shook his head and then pulled Baz's face closer to mine. It now looked as though Baz was getting ready to whisper some dirty words into my ear. Then Jack placed Baz's hand right on my pussy.

I flinched as Baz's fingers barely brushed my pussy, which was now glistening, slightly damp with excitement. I tried to slow my breathing. I stared at the ceiling, trying to clear my head of any thoughts.

Jack began to paint us and I tried to think of anything but the hot flesh so close to me. A few minutes passed before Jack threw up his hands in exasperation.

"No! This isn't working! Look at you!" He pointed at me. "You look like a dead fish! Give me some LIFE!"

I didn't know what to do. I was afraid to move. Baz's cock was at my hip and his fingers almost on top of my slick pussy. I felt that if I moved, this picture was going to be on a porn site instead of an art gallery.

Suddenly, I felt Baz's fingers moving. They slipped around my clit and my chest started heaving. "You're wet," he whispered. "Don't move."

I tried to obey as I felt his fingers circle and then tug at my clit. I kept staring at the ceiling as my lips parted and my breath became ragged.

"Have you been imagining this?"He whispered. I felt his cock growing hard against my hip. "Did you want me to shove my finger into your slutty cunt?"

I felt his middle finger slide into me as I moaned. "Ohhh yesssss. Oh Baz. I want to cum for you."

"That's it!" Jack cried. "Life!"

Jack began painting furiously while Baz slid his finger back out and then replaced it with two. His thumb mashed my clit and my body jerked.

"Don't. Move." Baz frowned.

"I'm sorry!" I panted. "Please don't stop!"

Baz grinned and began to pump his fingers in to me. Harder and faster. He growled into my ear. "You fucking slut. Feel how wet you are. You're dripping all over. You filthy whore. I want you to cum for me."

I felt Baz shove a third finger into me and pound furiously at my pussy. He reached down and grabbed a nipple in his teeth. I cried out and thrashed against his hand, no longer able to sit still. "Oh fuck! Oh Baz! I'm gonna cum!" 

"That's a good girl. Cum in my hand. You're my good slut."

Baz mashed my clit under my thumb and that was it. My cunt clamped down on his hand and my hips pumped up and down. I cried out as my body shook while the orgasm ripped through my body.

When my body quit trembling and my pussy let go of his hand, Baz put his drenched hand to my lips. I looked at him and he grinned while I sucked his fingers clean. 

Neither of us said a word as we stood and I grabbed his rock hard cock. I looked at Jack, who was finally speechless. His mouth was wide open and his paintbrush had dropped to the floor.

A couple of months later, Daddy and I attended a party at a gallery. He sipped his champagne as we approached a crowd gathered around a large canvas. The crowd murmured excitedly as they studied the painting of a woman, her nipples pointing up to her lover's face as he passionately strokes her pussy.

Her head is thrown back, her face not visible, but I still blushed and looked away. I met Baz's eyes across the room. 



Modeling Class



Boston was in full winter. Snow fell on and off all day, but did not accumulate more than an inch. The temperature had not climbed above 30 all week and the wind made the windows rattle and the walls of the old house groan.

I had a steady fire burning in the apartment's fireplace and was uncorking a nice red wine to accompany the cheese and pate dish I had laid out on the coffee table in front of the hearth.

Anne Marie would be home soon from her first night of photography class. She would be cold and hungry, so I wanted to be ready to meet all her needs when she arrived. 

I had already tidied up the living room, tossing old newspapers, folding the quilts on the couch, top dusting and arranging the pillows around the room. I surveyed my work and admitted it looked good. I had picked up a bouquet at the market and arranged the cut flowers in a pottery vase, placing it in the middle of the coffee table. Wanting to set a romantic mood for Anne Marie, I dimmed the lights creating a soft and warm atmosphere.

I set the opened wine and two glasses next to the cheese plate and went to the kitchen to slice a baguette picked up on the way home. As I dumped the bread into a basket, I heard the front door open along with multiple voices.

Anne Marie called out and announced that Bridget and Becky were with her. Inwardly I groaned, bemoaning the opportunity to be alone with Anne Marie in the intimate space I prepared. I quickly recovered and entered the living room carrying the bread to see the three women doffing their heavy overcoats and pulling off their boots.

Anne Marie crossed to me and hugged me, finishing with a kiss.

"The room looks beautiful," she whispered in my ear. "Sorry about the girls. I should have called."

"No problem," I assured her and kissed her back.

I turned and said hell-o to Anne Marie's friends and they each gave me a friendly hug.

I excused myself and returned with two more glasses and poured wine for all of them.

"So, how was class?" I asked.

"Totally sucked," replied Becky.

"Why?"

"Our model bailed," said Anne Marie. "Got a real job tending bar and now she doesn't have time to pose for our class. Can't blame her, but our teacher doesn't know if she can find someone at this point. So, we are using each other—fully clothed--and the mannequin."

I knew Anne Marie was looking forward to this class that was to focus on the nude figure. I appreciated using a dummy or another classmate, who would be clothed, was not what she was expecting. 

Her friends agreed and said they didn't know if they would stay in the class. 

The women chatted about work and let me refill their glasses. As I went to the fireplace to throw on another log, Becky watched as my figure, outlined by the bright flame.

"Hey, Owen, you have a good bod, why don't you model for the class?"

Anne Marie and Bridget laughed along with Becky. I blushed and said nothing.

"Yeah," piped in Bridget, "you look great in those jeans and sweater, I'd bet you'd look even better without them."

I laughed along and said they better stop drinking now because they were getting way too silly.

"Actually," purred Anne Marie, "he looks way better without clothes."

The other women squealed and I blushed deeper. I just shook my head and plopped down on a pillow next to the couch where the three women sat.

Anne Marie tussled my hair and changed the topic to the play the three women were planning to attend on the weekend. After the bottle was empty, Becky and Bridget said they had to be going and began to bundle back up.

An exchange of hugs with me and Anne Marie preceded their departure. Becky turned at the door and looked at me. "Seriously, think about it. We really need a model."

They disappeared down the steps and Anne Marie locked the door after them. I said I'd clean up and encouraged Anne Marie to get ready for bed. When I finished, she had completed her nightly routine and was under the covers with the reading light on and engrossed in the latest copy of CFO magazine that had arrived today.

I finished in the bath, stripped and crawled in next to her.

"You know it's true,' said Anne Marie as I pressed up against her.

"What's true?" I asked slipping a hand on her naked breast.

"You look much better naked."

"Should I take that as a compliment on my body or a comment on how poorly I dress," I responded feeling the nipple stiffen under my touch.

Anne Marie dropped her magazine and turned to face me.

"Let's just say, I think you are a very smart dresser." She pulled my face to hers and we began a ritual that I knew I would never tire of.

Later as she nestled in my arms, Anne Marie spoke softly.

"So, would you consider it?"

I took a moment to focus on what she was saying.

"Seriously?" I asked. "You want me to pose nude for your class?"

I felt her shrug in my arms. 

"It's a thought. How do you feel about it?" she asked.

I remained silent for a little while.

"Well, I certainly am comfortable being nude with you. But, I would be nude in front of a whole class, including two of your friends, and, I guess by now, my friends as well. That's a bit weird."

Anne Marie laughed softly. "Well, I know you have an exhibitionist streak in you."

I admitted as much, but went on to say. "But, how would you feel with me being naked in front of your friends? Then, when we'd all be together, would that be strange?"

Now it was Anne Marie's turn to pause. Finally, she said, "No, I don't think so. We all are old enough to handle it." I sensed a little dig at the 14 year age gap between us.

"Yeah, I know. You are all so sophisticated and worldly compared to me. After all, I am just a kid learning about life."

Anne Marie jabbed my ribs and said, "That's not what I meant, and you know it. I did mean that Becky and Bridget are mature and could see you as a model."

"They'd also see what I reserve only for you," I retorted as I pressed my erection against her stomach.

"Well, I hope they wouldn't see it in this state," said Anne Marie with a grin as she lightly stroked me. "Of course, if it were the drawing class I hear the final night is an 'erotic pose' evening. But, we don't do that in the photography class. Too bad!"

I laughed and pulled her tight. "Well, I am open to getting into some serious erotic poses with you right now." 

We both enjoyed the poses and the aftermath, and slept soundly until the morning alarm.

As we rushed through our morning routine and finally took a second to enjoy the freshly ground and brewed coffee I made, Anne Marie asked, "So, are you considering it?"

I looked at her over the rim of my mug. "You seriously want me to do it?"

"I seriously want to take this class on photographing the nude figure. Helen, our teacher, is one of the best. I've seen her work and know she can teach us so much. But, without a model, I bet she will just cancel the class. So, the answer is 'yes', I want you to do it."

I looked in her eyes for any sign of hesitation, or if this might be some sort of secret test. Finding neither, I agreed. 

Later that day Anne Marie called Helen, who was thrilled. She said they hadn't had a male model in a while and it would make the class extremely interesting.

The next night I answered the phone to hear Becky's voice.

"Hey, Owen, you're really going to show it all in class? Cool. Can't wait. And, don't worry, we'll make allowances for any shrinkage caused by your shyness."

I told her that was not my worry and handed the phone to Anne Marie. I began to doubt the wisdom of this decision. Anne Marie and Becky spoke and laughed a lot. Anne Marie handed the phone back to me.

"Owen", she said in a quiet voice, "I'm really looking forward to seeing you. I think you have a fantastic bod."

The night of the class Anne Marie arranged to meet Becky and Bridget at the institute so she and I could go in early and meet Helen.

Helen was a small, thin woman who looked to be around 50. Her salt and pepper hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail. She wore little make-up, but her skin was that of a 20 year old and her blue eyes shone with intelligence, humor and enthusiasm.

She warmly greeted us and thanked me for my willingness to help. 

I told her I never did anything like this before, and wasn't sure I'd be good at it. Helen assured me that I would be fine and that I appeared to have a nice figure. She then showed me around the studio and told me that I would change in a room down the hall and wear a robe into the studio. She would ask me to take different poses. Helen assured me that after a few minutes I would forget I was nude.

I doubted that since I had learned that there were no men in the class of nine. Helen said some of the poses may feel awkward at first and because this was my first time posing, she would give me some help by being more explicit in her directions.

After the tour and instructions, Helen asked Anne Marie to stay in the studio and she took me down to the changing room.

She knocked and a woman's voice answered. Helen cracked the door and said she had a new male model she wanted to bring in. 

The voice inside said "Fine" and Helen pushed the door open to admit the two of us.

A beautiful young woman was standing naked in the room brushing her hair. She crossed and hugged Helen and extended her hand to me.

"Hi, I'm Linda, another nude model," she said with a bright smile.

I took the proffered hand and said, "So it would seem."

We laughed and Helen asked Linda if she would acquaint me with the room.

As Helen left, Linda pointed out the lockers on the right. 

"Usually, you get here a little early to strip and put your clothes in the locker. I suggest you get a combo lock. It's pretty safe here, but sometimes things go missing. For tonight, you can put your wallet, cell phone and valuables in my locker. Our classes are at the same time. I'm in the drawing class."

I nodded and looked around at the rest of the room. It was long and narrow with the lockers along the left side and a shower stall at the end of them in the corner. Along the other side was a long bench. A small sink and toilet stood open in the corner opposite the shower.

"So, your name is Owen?"

"Yeah."

Linda nodded as she finished brushing her hair. "Uh, not to push it, Owen, but you'd better strip. Otherwise, you are going to have all these funny marks from your underwear and socks. Actually, I don't wear anything under my clothes on posing nights. It just makes it easier. Also, bring a pair of flip-flops. The floors are kinda gross."

I slowly began to pull off my clothes and hang them in an empty locker. When I was down to my boxers, I discretely turned my back to Linda and pulled them off.

Standing naked in front of my locker, I didn't know what to do. 

Linda's voice from behind me said, "Here, put this on."

I looked over my shoulder to see her offering a long white robe, similar to the one she was now wearing.

I reached behind me and Linda shook her head. 

"Owen, I know you are new to this, but in five minutes you are going to walk out of here and stand naked in front of an entire class for one and a half hours. So, letting me see you nude is no big deal. Believe me, I've seen naked men before, and, quite frankly, I have no interest in them—if you catch my meaning."

I guessed she meant she was gay and not into guys. I slowly turned toward her. She looked me up and down and smiled. "Great body, Owen. They are going to love you." She then tossed me the robe.

After I pulled it on and tied the sash, Linda said it was time to go. She went to her studio across the hall and I headed back to the photography studio. I passed two young women in the hall and we all smiled at each other.

I entered the room and felt my scrotum tighten. There were nine women sitting on stools against the back wall, each holding a camera. On a long counter running behind them were bags of additional equipment. 

Helen came to greet me and then introduced me to the class. They all said hell-o and I gave a little wave.

"I want to thank Owen for joining us. I also appreciate that Anne Marie is willing to share this handsome young man with us." Everyone applauded politely.

Helen led me to a stool on a small riser, about six inches high. She asked me to sit.

"Ladies, tonight we will just work on a variety of poses. I will have the lights on full. I will ask you to concentrate on head shots or various parts of the body. In the weeks ahead, we will work on lighting and more evocative poses. Since this is Owen's first time as a model and our first night with a model, I thought we should take it easy and all get to know each other. OK?"

There was a general bobbing of heads and low murmurs. Helen turned to me and told me to drop my robe. 

I stood with my back to the class and loosened the sash and slid the robe off. Helen took it and hung it on a hook in the far corner. She then asked me to sit back down, facing the class.

I turned. He saw Anne Marie smiling encouragement and felt better immediately. On either side of her were Becky and Bridget. Becky looked at me from head to toe and gave a discrete thumbs up sign, while licking her lips in an exaggerated fashion. Bridget averted her gaze at first, but then brought her eyes back to me and smiled shyly.

I had known Anne Marie's friends for over a year. They often would hang out, have dinner at our apartment or at Becky and Bridget's place. Becky was around AM's age, late thirties or early 40's. She had been married for about six years and divorced for eight. She was tall and slender with a pretty face and decent figure. She was drawn to bright colors and flamboyant accessories. Her red hair normally looked like she just exited a wind tunnel, but it gave her a wild and adventurous look. She worked in another department at Anne Marie's bank.

Bridget was probably late 30's. She was a bit overweight and short. Her face was round, but attractive. Dark eyes under a heavy brow gave her an intense look that was balanced by a wide, bright smile. He dark hair was cut short in a style that made her face appear much larger than it was. She was always a bit shy and seemed embarrassed about her size. She wore large, oversized tops and long skirts. I felt these made her look even heavier. Once you got to know her, you appreciated her wit and intelligence. She could be counted on to crack them up on a regular basis. She, too, worked at the bank in human resources.

Helen then began directing my poses. She was right, in a few minutes I was concentrating so intently on doing what she asked that I lost the sense of my nakedness.

After forty minutes, we took a break. I stood and stretched. Anne Marie, Becky and Bridget came up to me.

"You're doing great, Sweetheart," said Anne Marie. 

"Fabulous," agreed Bridget, blushing a bit at addressing me in my naked state.

"God, Owen, you are a hunk," said Becky, looking me up and down. "I am so jealous of Anne Marie."

They all laughed. I felt a touch on my shoulder and turned. Helen was standing there with my robe. "Why don't you slip this on during the break, Owen?"

Feeling sheepish, I donned the terry cloth robe. I figured I had just broken some protocol about nude modeling.

The rest of the evening went quickly. At the end of class I went back to the changing room, which I learned was called the model's lounge. Entering, I heard water running.

I called out, and Linda yelled back she would be through in a sec. 

I had to pee, but was concerned that she might come out in the middle. 

"Why don't you take your time? I have to pee."

I heard her laugh as I approached the toilet directly opposite the shower. I had not taken a close look at the shower before and now understood her laughter. The shower had no curtain.

"Yeah, no surprises here. But, I'll turn my back," said Linda. "But, believe me, pretty soon we'll be doing everything without even thinking about it."

I watched as she turned her back, marveling at the shape of her butt. I relieved myself and flushed.

"Shit!" screamed Linda. She hopped out of the shower.

"I forgot to tell you not to flush while the shower's running," she said. "Turns the water to scalding."

"Sorry," I offered.

"It's Ok, but remember next time."

She reached back in and felt the temperature with her hand. Finding it satisfactory, she jumped back in. 

"Do you want to shower?" she asked.

"I guess so," I said. "For being naked, I did sweat a lot."

"I know. Happens to me, too."

I watched as Linda ran her soapy hands over her breasts and down her front, ending between her legs, where she spent some time. Catching my eye, she shrugged and said, "I don't mean to flaunt anything. It's just I am used to this. Can you toss me my towel and then you can get in."

I handed her the towel as she stepped out and I stepped in. I rinsed and washed with soap, but turned my back as I rubbed my genitals.

When I got out, Linda was pulling on jeans over her naked bottom, then added a t-shirt and hooded sweatshirt. She pushed her feet into UGG boots, wrapped a scarf around her neck and tugged a knit cap onto her still damp hair.

"Gotta run, Owen. Melissa is waiting for me. Don't forget your stuff in my locker. Just close it and snap the lock. Remember to bring your own lock next week. Great meeting you. See you next week."

In a second, Linda was out the door. I finished drying with my terry robe, since I didn't bring a towel. I dressed and took my valuables. In a minute I was in the hallway where Anne Marie and her two girl friends waited.

They burst into a little round of applause. I made a mock bow and Anne Marie came up to embrace me.

"We're all very proud of you, Dear," proclaimed Anne Marie.

"And, impressed," added Becky. "I think I like the uncircumcised look." As she said the last part, she gazed at my crotch.

I blushed as Bridget nodded in silent agreement.

Anne Marie slipped her arm into mine and said, "Well, girls, I'm so pleased you approved. Now, I'm taking me home to see if it still works as good as it looks."

The next weeks went by quickly and I really got into the posing. Helen was great. She gave easy to follow directions. From time to time, she would reposition an arm, leg, hand, and once showed me how to cover my penis with my hand. Her touch on my private area was sensual and exciting and I had to fight the erection that wanted to demonstrate my reaction.

It was the second last week of class and I had just entered back into the lounge after class. Linda and I were relaxing after getting back to the dressing room. As was the custom, we each dropped our robes as soon as we came in. Linda was telling me about the two high school girls in her class and how they loved asking her about what it was like to pose nude, and if she thought that I would be a good model when I posed for them. 

"Those two have sex on the brain," asserted Linda. "Just be careful when you pose next week."

Before I could answer there was a knock at the door and a voice calling out if she could come in. Linda told me it was her partner, Melissa, and asked if it was Ok. I shrugged a yes, and quietly asked if I should cover up. Linda shook her head and called her in.

Linda had told me all about Melissa. I felt I already knew, and even liked her.

Melissa came in to what must be a slightly bazaar scene to most people--a man and a woman completely nude standing around chatting. Linda introduced us and Melissa shook my hand. She then looked me up and down and said that Linda wasn't lying about how attractive my body was.

My arched eyebrow must have prompted an explanation from her. "You know I am bi, and still appreciate a good looking man."

Linda rolled her eyes and said it was shower time for her. I pulled on my robe and we talked while Linda was in the shower. I found myself immediately warming up to her. She is attractive with long dark hair that frames an oval face with hazel eyes accented with dark brows. She is about 5'6" and appears to have a trim figure. With a warm smile showing white teeth that obviously benefited from orthodontia, she would easily be described as very pretty, maybe beautiful. She had a more sophisticated demeanor than Linda that hinted at a background with money and breeding.




Modeling Class



Linda came out and I dropped my robe and hopped in the shower. I heard other voices and peeked out to see Becky and Anne Marie chatting with Linda and Melissa. Anne Marie came over and said they were off to the bar now and I could join them when I was finished. I said in mock disappointment that I would have to go alone and walk over in the cold. Becky stuck her head around the corner of the shower and said she'd be happy to wait. She even offered to help me wash up.

I knew she was teasing and to tease back began soaping my penis with long strokes. Becky's mouth opened in real shock, and, what looked to be a bit of lust. Anne Marie shook her head in mock disgust. She knew Becky and I had a little flirting game going, but was not bothered or worried about it.

"I think Becky should come with us," asserted Anne Marie. 

Since Anne Marie, I and the girls all came in one car, I would have to walk the five blocks over to the bar. Melissa said Linda could go with them and she'd wait and could drive me over. All agreed and the other three left to pick up Bridget from the drawing studio.

I came out and dried. I added a touch of exhibitionism by almost forcing a conversation with Melissa and thus encouraging her to look at my naked body as we spoke. 

Pulling on jeans, no underwear, a t-shirt and sweater, and stuffing my feet into Timberland boots and tossing on an old bomber jacket, I announced myself ready.

We rode in Melissa's BMW over to the Rover. She parked and then turned to me. "You liked me looking at you when we were alone and you were drying yourself."

I began to come up with a denial, but for some reason decided to be honest. "Yes."

"I thought so. Just so you know, I enjoyed looking at you. I like your body, your dick and how tight your ass is when you walk. Do I shock you?"

Melissa had a way of stringing her thoughts together that kept me a little off balance. "I wouldn't say shock, but, maybe, surprise."

"That's not quite as good, but it will do for now. Maybe I can shock you later." She leaned over and kissed me. It was not necessarily a sexy kiss, but we had just met, so it was not a "friend-kiss". I was not sure what kind of kiss it was, but it was sweet.

We met up with the crew in the bar and soon all had pints in front and sitting at a large round table. I was sitting between Becky and Melissa. Linda was next to Becky. Across the table from me was Anne Marie and Bridget was opposite Becky. Rose, another student in the class, was next to Bridget. Soon Anne Marie, Bridget, Becky, Rose and Linda were involved in some rant on whether photography or drawing was the more honest art form. I sipped my Guinness, tuned out and then back in when I smelled Melissa's faint perfume and felt her hair on my cheek. She was leaning into me and whispered in my ear, "Want to hear a story?"

I nodded and she said, "Not tonight, tomorrow at our house." I remembered that Melissa and Linda were having a little party the next evening. I nodded again, and Melissa ran her hand up the inside of my thigh and lightly caressed my crotch. She kept her hand on my penis and leaned in front of me to get Linda's ear. As she stretched out, her breast rested on my forearm. I could feel the nipple under the cotton turtleneck. I became erect and Melissa squeezed my hard-on. She told Linda she wanted to leave. As she spoke, she rubbed her breast on my arm and stroked me through my jeans. She again whispered in my ear, "Just the reaction I was hoping for."

Linda agreed to leave and began making her good-byes. Melissa sat up, keeping her hand in my crotch, and said into my ear, "The unexpected is such a wonderful aphrodisiac. I am sure that Anne Marie will be the beneficiary of this evening."

Breaking off contact, she stood and put on her pea coat and pulled on her navy watch cap. Linda and she linked arms and quickly left the bar with waves and promises to see everyone tomorrow. Melissa was prophetic as Anne Marie experienced aggressive love-making long into the night.

The next evening we arrived at Linda and Melissa's apartment in Cambridge around eight to find most of the others guests already there. We grabbed glasses of wine and joined the conversations sprinkled about the living room and kitchen.

Linda came around with a bottle for refills. She reached up and kissed my cheek and said I made a great impression on Melissa last night. I said they hardly talked, but that she seemed very nice. Linda laughed and said Melissa told her about the experience at the table. I blushed and Linda laughed again. "Not to worry. It's Ok."

She moved off to refill other glasses, but certainly not to reassure the other guests that hidden hard-ons were Ok.

Anne Marie moved into the living room and became part of a group playing Pictionary. I wandered about the large apartment, which occupied the second floor of a Victorian house. Opening a door off the central hallway, I found myself in a small bedroom that was converted to a library. The walls were lined with bookshelves and there was an old library table in the middle of the room with two chairs pushed up to it. Along one wall was an old, overstuffed couch that was bracketed with floor lamps.

I smelled the delicious aroma of Melissa and turned to find her behind me. "Want a story?"

"Sure."

"Come, we'll sit on the couch."

She carried a wine bottle and topped both glasses. She adjusted the lights so that only a small, soft glow bathed the couch. We sat in relative darkness, each at opposite ends of the comfortable couch and facing each other.

"What's the story?" I asked.

"What's the question?" Melissa replied.

I paused and then said, "Tell me about your first time."

"With a man or a woman?"

"You know which I want."

"Ah, yes!"

Melissa sipped her wine and then undid her hair that was in a loose bun atop of her head. She shook it loose, took another sip, then started.

I was a real heterosexual for a long time, beginning with my first attraction to Danny Hardy in the fifth grade. He was my first kiss, but not my first lover. That would be Sam in 11th grade. A little precocious you might say, but most of my friends had given it up by 17. I was 17 and one hundred and twenty days. Sam was a senior. I was not his first, but, as I found out, he had not really improved since his first thrust and shoot. As experiences go, it was unique, but unsatisfying.

Melissa played with her hair, sipped her white Bordeaux and continued.

A couple more followed in senior year and college. As a junior at Brown, my roommate and I opted for a semester in France, Marseille to be exact. We rented an apartment, sight unseen, that promised luxury accommodations for two for an extremely reasonable price. We quickly redefined luxury. Our apartment was on the fifth floor of a building dating from the 1700's and no elevator. It had a living room, small kitchen with a smaller table and two chairs, a bedroom and bath. The bedroom had a miniscule balcony that offered a minimal, but real, view of the Mediterranean. At first we thought it charming, and the landlord said the pull-out couch in the living room was as comfortable as a bed in a four star hotel. He lied, of course. The first week I took the couch, and between the odd spring poking my back, and the permanent sag in the middle, I slept but a wink. My roommate, Julie, offered to try and lasted one night before admitting defeat. We looked at the double bed in the bedroom, and decided it was plenty big enough. We settled into a sleeping accommodation that had each of us clinging steadfastly to our respective sides and achieving a modicum of a night's sleep. Let me insert here, that at that point neither one of us had ever been with a woman, nor had any desires on each other. But, stay tuned.

All was well until October broke upon us like an errant eruption from the sun. The south of France was experiencing a heat wave of historic proportions. Our apartment, without any air conditioning and little ventilation, could be described as an oven except the oven would complain of defamation. It was hot day and night. 

We would come back from classes, strip naked, take a cold shower and have neither the energy nor desire to dress. We would try to nap, soaking our sheets, until the sun went down and then put on as little as minimal decency allowed and go out for dinner. Arriving back, we were always shocked to find that our hopes were once again dashed, and the apartment was prepared to bake pizzas if need be.

We'd strip, shower and then fall into bed and try to sleep. Being roommates, we had obviously seen each other naked before. This was, however, the first time we spent extended periods of time nude. I came to enjoy watching Julie walk around. She's a little taller than I am, with much fuller breasts, a flat tummy and a round and firm butt. As was the fashion, she kept her light brown bush trimmed to a wide landing strip. I don't know if she also took pleasure in observing me, but I think she did. I look very good nude.

Melissa smiled coyly at me and extended her legs out straight, affording me a good look at how long and shapely they were. She topped off our glasses and took up her narrative.

Anyway, we kept the French doors to the balcony open with the hope that a wayward breeze might find its way to us. After five nights without a respite from the heat, Julie tossed, turned and then turned to me.

"If this heat were not enough to drive me crazy, it is making me so fucking horny."

"Oh," was the best I could reply.

"Look, no offense Mel, but since we've been bunking together, I haven't been able to get myself off and I am about to explode."

"You mean masturbate?" I added so incisively. 

Julie just looked at me with scorn.

"How about if I sleep back on the couch?" I offered.

"That room is hotter than this, there is no window, and the couch still sucks. No, I'm just bitching. Forget it." Julie tried putting on a happy face to her unhappy situation.

"How about if I just turn my back?"

"What and have me do it with you there? I don't know."

"Hey, it's cool with me, if anything can be cool in this fuckin' heat wave," I assured her.

Julie considered my suggestion while searching my face for some sign of mockery. Seeing none, she responded.

"I can't do it on my side. I have to be on my back."

I laughed. "OK, I'll turn on my side and you can be on your back and then you can do it."

"I make a lot of noise," offered Julie.

"I can deal with it."

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

I turned on my side and stared at the wall. After a long wait, I felt the bed begin to move. Julie said she felt really weird. I assured her I was perfectly fine and to let herself go.

"This is France, for chrissake," I offered.

The motion quickened and then Julie's voice moaned and sighed. Her breathing became heavy and the motion picked up. Her sighs yielded to loud panting and soon a series of somewhat restrained shrieks punctuated the spasms I felt through the mattress. 

Stillness and sweat settled in. "Fuck, that was good."

Julie kissed my back and ran her hand up and down my arm. "You are a peach, I love you, Mel."

"Love you, too, Jules."

For three nights, I turned my back and Julie managed to let her orgasms build in intensity and volume, and with each one, more of her reserve slipped away, allowing her to let her orgasms explode. On the fourth night, I could stand it no more and turned toward Julie as she began the motions.

The moon shone into the room and illuminated her head arched back, the perspiration reflecting the golden glow from outside. One hand clamped her breast and pulled on the nipple. Her other hand nestled in the dark strip between her legs and her fingers danced between her clit and the obviously damp interior. Julie built her intensity, then sensing something, opened her eyes and locked onto mine. She opened her mouth, but then spoke nothing. She worked her hand between her legs harder, her breath became more ragged and finally the shrieks came as her pelvis thrust up to meet her fingers. She arched her back, shook from head to toe and collapsed back on the bed.

I had never seen another woman masturbate and I was mightily turned on. I knew I was damp and I ached to touch myself.

Julie finally opened her eyes and turned on her side to face me. 

"So?"

"So, I guess I'm a perv for watching."

"And?"

"And, I found it really, really sexy. If I weren't such a dweeb, I'd be doing it myself."

Julie reached out and stroked my cheek. She smiled and told me it was going to be a long semester if I didn't find release. She would be happy to go take a shower and allow me some privacy, or, she could turn her back, or, she could enjoy herself by watching me.

I turned a deep red. Julie grinned and reminded me we were naked together almost all the time in the apartment, we had traded "getting laid" stories for years, and she thought we were probably both voyeurs and so she wanted to "voy" me.

I hesitated and then admitted I am a voyeur, but not sure I am an exhibitionist. 

"Mel, just go for it."

By this time, I was not damp, but wet, Almost on its own my hand found its way to my crotch and started rubbing. Soon, sexual abandon overtook me and I was plunging away with one hand and pulling nipples with the other. I really like to twist my right nipple hard as I get ready to cum. I had my eyes closed for most of the time I was getting off, but opened them as I raced toward my climax. Julie was staring at me through half-opened eyes as she worked her own magic between her legs. She must have sensed I was close, and hoarsely whispered if I could hold back for about a minute.

I slowed my hand, although the ache to come was immense. Julie then began her panting and I picked up the pace. We both came within seconds of each other. Julie crying out louder than ever before, and me giving a series of soft grunts as the spasms rocked my body.

We both dissolved into a sweat-drenched heap. Julie reached out and took my hand in hers. She pressed it to her lips and said, "Thank you."

"For what?" was all I could manage.

"For one of the best erotic events in my life." She kissed my hand again and then lay on her back with her fingers intertwined in mine.

We slept for nearly an hour. I moved first and padded off to the shower. As I was finishing, I heard Julie's voice call out. She was sitting on the toilet and I poked my head out to see her wipe herself. 

"Leave it running, and I'll jump in."

I stepped out onto the bath mat. Julie stood in front. We looked each other in the eye, then softly embraced. Her body was still hot, mine cooler from the shower. The touch of her breasts on mine and the sensation of our thighs brushing was both erotic and comforting. Julie kissed me lightly on the lips and slipped into the shower.

An hour later we were at our favorite cheap café splitting a decent bottle of St. Emilion and enjoying the afterglow.

In the soft glow of the room of the apartment with the noise of the party filtered by the heavy oak door, now closed, Melissa reached across the couch and refilled my glass. I sipped and said nice story, but I thought it was supposed to be about the first time she made love to a woman.

"Not disappointed, are you?" she asked smiling. She slipped her hand between my legs, feeling the erection. "No, I'd say definitely not disappointed."

Melissa stretched on the couch next to me. Like a cat extending all limbs, she raised her hands over her head and pushed her legs out straight. She was wearing a pink T-shirt and a short denim skirt. As she stretched, I could easily make out the shape of her small breasts, obviously not confined in a bra, and the points of her nipples. Her skirt rode up exposing the bottom of pink bikini underpants. She let out a sigh, then curled up on the couch. She turned to face me, affording a clear view of her pink covered crotch. 

"OK, part deux."

Our mutual masturbation party became a regular night experience. No longer shy, we greedily watched each other. We sometimes would play with ourselves simultaneously, sometimes one watched as the other did herself.

After one particularly explosive session ending in simultaneous orgasms, I moved into Julie's embrace, resting my head on her chest.

"Are we gay?" I asked.

"Well, we haven't screwed each other, so maybe we are just curious voyeurs who are having fun getting off"

Julie then kissed the top of my head and continued. "Do you think you are gay?"

I turned my face up to her and said "I didn't think so, but masturbating together and then putting my head on your tits could be seen by an objective bystander as certainly leaning in a gay direction."

Julie got a wicked grin on her face, and asked if I wanted someone else to watch us as we did it. Looking at my puzzled expression, she said "You know, an objective bystander watching us."

We both laughed. 

"What would a stranger think of this?" asked Julie.

She bent down and kissed me strong on the lips. I looked at her and kissed back. Julie explored my mouth with her tongue and I followed her lead. After about ten minutes of making out, Julie asked, "What do you think?"

"Mmm, good kissing. I want more."

We repositioned ourselves and with arms and legs intertwined kissed and let tongues excite each other. I moved my hand up and down Julie's back, marveling at her smooth skin and firm ass. I pulled her butt toward me, and our sexes pushed together. Julie did the same. The sensation of her hands on my ass was thrilling. Julie then slid one hand off my ass and put it on my left tit. Slowly she squeezed and played with the nipple.

My nipples get really erect and probably stick out more than a half inch. I don't have big tits, but my nipples are great. Julie moved her mouth down to my breast and took my nipple between her lips. Soon, licking, sucking and biting had me running like a faucet. I played with her breasts, and pulled her off me so I could bring my mouth to her tits. Julie was way more endowed than I. Where I have a small areola with a protruding nip, she had areolas that covered the better part of the front of her breasts. They were 36 D and the nipples never got too erect, but I licked them and the areolas. Julie loved having her tits licked and sucked and I equally loved paying attention to them. I never understood a guy's obsession with tits until I was playing with Julie's.

Just as I was really getting into using my teeth on her nipple, I felt her fingers at my opening. 

I thought, "Well, this is the moment. Open your legs and in she goes and you are on the gay side. Keep your legs closed and you are just two girls having a little semi-innocent fun"

In a second my legs sprung open, and I felt Julie's finger slip inside me. To tell the truth it felt no different from all the guys' fingers that had been there. But knowing it was a woman, knowing it was my best friend, and, yes, knowing that I was sucking a tit while this was happening, made it incredibly sexy and intoxicating.

I felt obligated, just kidding, I felt desire to go inside Julie. I put my hand on her mound and felt the heat through the tight curls of her neatly trimmed strip. Moving slowly, I parted the outer lips and pushed my middle finger inside. Now, this was a new sensation. I was used to what I felt like, but this was many degrees of difference. I had to orient my finger to a different angle and explore the walls. My thumb rested on Julie's clit and soon I found a rhythm of fingering and rubbing that seemed to strike a chord. She began to make the sounds I had grown accustomed to hearing. In a second, her thighs closed on my hand and she pulled me by the wrist to free me from the warmth of her inner beauty. She quivered then pulled me to her for long, deep kisses. 




Modeling Class



As Melissa was telling the story, she had slipped one hand under her shirt and was obviously fondling her breast. At the same time, she pushed one foot forward between my legs and rubbed my erection with her toes.

She continued her narrative.

Abruptly she broke free and I thought she must be having regrets. Instead she quickly moved down my body until her face was nestled between my legs. 

She looked up at me and said, "I am really scared, Mel, but I am also really turned on. I want to do this. Is it Ok?'

I let my knees fall apart, and she began kissing my upper thighs and outer lips. Pulling my hood back, she licked my clit. Soon two fingers were inside me as her tongue covered every inch of my pussy and dwelt on my clit. As I felt my self moving to the edge, Julie pulled her fingers out and slipped both hands under my ass. She lifted me and pushed her tongue as deep inside me as she could. I never felt anything like that. I came and came and came.

Afterwards we slept in each other's arms, woke made love, slept and rallied for a hat trick, with me doing the exploring between her legs with my tongue. 

Let's say that the rest of the semester was one great fuck-fest. We tried everything. Toys, soft sadism with bondage, every position we could contort ourselves into. We loved going to a movie and playing with each other as we watched. Sometimes at a restaurant, one of us would eat with one hand while the other was exploring the sex of the other. We were wild and crazy dikes in love.

Melissa stopped her narrative to refill our glasses. This time she felt my erection with her hand.

"Show it to me!"

"I can't."

"Sure, you can. Just stand up, unbutton and let me see. I've already seen you naked, now I want to see you aroused. Here, let me help."

Instead of going for my buckle as expected, Melissa raised her butt and slid off her pink bikinis. She spread her legs as the mini skirt slid up to her waist. She had a brown, soft triangle that was neat, but not extreme. Her lips were large, and I thought swollen with excitement. She put her hands on her hood to expose her clit. She lightly rubbed it then slipped a finger inside.

"Come on, just show me."

Almost trance-like, I stood, undoing the buckle, unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. My erection popped out of the boxers and pointed to the ceiling. I couldn't remember when I was this aroused and thus this hard. My foreskin was completely retracted. Julie kept her eyes on the hard-on, then slipped one hand at the base and stroked it up to the tip and let her finger play with the super-sensitive spot underneath the head. Drops of pre-cum appeared. She then pulled the boxers down past my knees and ran her hands up and down my thighs and back onto my erection.

"God, I so miss a dick some days. This is one of those days. I'd love to suck it and fuck it, but we can't. Just allow me one kiss."

She leaned forward and licked the pre-cum off, then kissed the tip. With one hand on my balls and the other at the base, she covered the shaft with tiny kisses and soft licks. She finished by taking the head in her mouth and running her tongue around it, then took most of the shaft in her mouth. 

I told her I was too close for comfort. She slowly released me and lay back on the couch. Her sex was still exposed and I had an overwhelming desire to bend down and enter her.

Instead, I told her to lift her shirt. 

Without hesitation she complied, exposing two small mounds with pink areolas and darker stiff nipples. I asked her to touch her nipples, and she complied. I watched and then pulled Melissa up off the couch. Standing, I leaned down and kissed each hard bud. She moaned and reached to stroke the still exposed erection. Straightening, we embraced. Melissa lifted her skirt and my erection pushed against her naked sex. She pulled my butt, crushing the erection against her stomach. We kissed for a while, and I then turned to put myself back together. She did the same. 

Facing each other, she smiled and said, "Pretty fucking good story, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Pretty fucking good."

Melissa laughed and said she didn't even get into the week they spent in Greece. They met two young Greek studs and the four of them had a week of sexual permutations that boggled her mind. There were nights when each girl fucked each guy, when both guys fucked one girl, when all four were in bed together, when the boys watched the girls fuck each other, and when the girls watched the boys fuck each other. Melissa said that story would have to wait.

The wine bottle was empty, so we went to rejoin the party. As we stood at the door of the studio, I asked Mel what she was going to say about tonight.

She looped her arm in my and said she was going to give Linda a complete play back. She had a sheepish look and then admitted that Linda knew what Mel had in mind and told her to go for it, and that I was Ok and completely safe.

She gazed at me and asked what I was going to tell Anne Marie. I said the truth.

Mel nodded and kissed me. "Hmm, there may some real possibilities here."

I kissed back then we opened the door and ventured back into the mix of people in the rest of the apartment.

Later that night I relayed to Anne Marie the incident in the room. She listened without interrupting. When I finished, she remarked that it was a sexy story and asked if I wanted to fuck Melissa. I answered honestly that at that moment watching Melissa on the couch, I wanted to very badly.

She smiled and said she found Melissa very attractive, as well, and could understand my desire. Knowing that we each had made a commitment to be honest with each other and to allow any interesting sexual situation to take its course, Anne Marie said the future could be interesting. We then made love with a new passion.

The next week at the art institute was when we were to switch classes. I would model for the drawing class and Linda would be posing for the photography class.

As we stripped in the small changing room, Linda said that Mel really enjoyed herself at the party. I replied that she is adventurous. 

"And, do you think she's pretty?"

I looked at the nude Linda with her large round breasts, full hips and neatly trimmed dark crotch. I smiled and said, "yes, and so are you. I imagined the two of you together, and it drove me wild."

Linda laughed and looked down at my slightly swollen member. "I'm looking forward to see you with a hard-on."

"Well, I don't think this would be the best time. I'm due to go out in a couple minutes. And, from what you told me about those teeny-boppers, I'd better not go sporting wood."

Linda stepped in and lightly placed her hand on my penis. "Ok, but I am beginning to appreciate the male member; even if it is vicariously from my lover. And, I can wait for later."

Smiling, she grabbed her robe and left for the studio.

I was dangerously close to getting an erection and stepped to the sink. Running the cold water, I splashed some onto my crotch, and cooled things a little. I was still a little swollen, but the danger had passed.

Entering the studio, I saw the instructor and waved. Coincidentally, she was a co-worker of mine at the financial planning office and taught nights at the institute. She had been kidding me for a couple weeks about when I was going to pose for her class. 

Being an exhibitionist, I was not bothered at all stripping in front of her, but sensed she was extremely embarrassed. We chatted for a few minutes while the students wandered in.

There were nine in all. There were two women, probably in their late 40's early 50's, who seemed like friends. Four of the others were full time students at the institute, working on their fine arts degree. Of these, three were women, one a man. Another was a man, in his 20's, who seemed to be alone. He sat by himself. The other two were the high school girls. They giggled when I walked in and kept nudging each other. Linda had explained they were taking the course for credit, and, other than being teenagers, were pretty cool. They often talked with her during breaks, asking about modeling, how it felt to be naked in front of people, and what she thought about during class. It was during one of these chats that they admitted seeing me walking in my robe going to the photo class, and sometimes afterwards in clothes, and thought I was a hunk. They couldn't believe I was going to be nude in front of them. 

Just to tease them, Linda said, "Oh my God, he is so beautiful. We hang out in the model's lounge totally naked, and he is like so hung." They girls pressed her on details, but Mel said "just wait."

Cathy, the instructor, asked if Linda had explained that since this was the last class, there was an optional part at the end. Although Linda had told me and I agreed to it, I could see how jittery Cathy was discussing it. So, I asked her to explain it. 

She looked everywhere except in my eyes. It was a tradition for the last night of class to offer an extra half hour of studio time for erotic drawing. It was totally optional for the students and the models, and they had to agree in advance that they could be involved in witnessing erotic poses. 

I nodded and asked what she would expect. Cathy turned crimson and looking at a spot on the wall behind me, explained that Linda and I would pose in various positions. Most poses would last no more than 30 seconds, and the object was to capture quick sketches. 

"So, how erotic are these supposed to be?" I asked.

Cathy fidgeted, and stammered, "Well, no actual intercourse, of course" and then giggled at her own unintended pun.

"But, you can kiss and touch each other. Hold each other in your arms. Stuff like that."

"What if I get aroused," I asked.

If there was a hole in the floor, Cathy would have jumped in it.

"Owen, I feel so weird with this, you know, being co-workers and all. But, anyway, yes, if there is a male model he usually does become aroused, and we ask the students to take a series of quick impressions of the, well, you know, the, uh, arousal. The female model also exposes herself in graphic fashion so the students can work on that part of the anatomy. Actually, these poses last a little longer so the students can work on detail."

As she was explaining the last part, Cathy was looking down at the floor. I nodded and undid my robe and slipped it off, holding it in one hand. She was now staring at what she obviously had avoided thinking about.

"Sure, no problem. So where do you want me now?"

Cathy pointed to a stool and said I could begin with seated poses.

I threw my robe in the corner and walked to the stool and sat directly facing the two high school girls. I smiled and they covered their mouths with their hands. 

Cathy instructed everyone to start drawing. Every few minutes, Cathy would call out a new pose and I would reposition myself. Eventually I faced everyone.

After 45 minutes, Cathy called for a break. I stretched, pulled on the robe and went to the table for a glass of ice water. Most of the students went out for a smoke or pee break.

I wandered around looking at the various sketches. The two middle-age ladies were not very good artists. They tried to cover it up by doing more of an abstract rendition of my body. The results were grotesque, but they smiled a lot, so I figured they just liked being out and doing something different.

The four art students showed some promise. The one guy only drew me in the front from the waist up or from the rear in full figure. I guessed he did not want the girls to think he was into "dick". The girls tried to capture the male essence, and one gave me a little more credit than deserved. The lone guy was all dark shades and angles. I thought maybe he was pissed that it was not a naked Linda sitting up there.

I was leafing through the high school girls' efforts when I heard a voice behind me. "Oh, don't look they're gross."

I turned and the two girls were standing there. 

I looked at the blond's rendition of me sitting on the stool. She had some talent and did a fairly good job of capturing him, even down to the tip of my uncircumcised penis. 

"Nice work. And you are?"

"Jessie," replied the blond. 

"Hi, I'm Kelsey," offered the brunette, extending her hand. I reached out to take it and as I did my robe came open.

"Holy shit!" said Kelsey.

"Sorry," I said as I let go of her hand to clasp the robe closed.

"No, it's Ok. Funny, we just spent all this time drawing you nude and I get flipped out when I see your...well, like your..."

"Robe open?" I offered.

"Yeah," and they both laughed.

"Well, good work. And, now I have to get back to posing."

I could hear muffled giggles as I walked back to the dais and dropped the robe.

Cathy had the students work on drawing my back, pointing out the various muscles groups. She traced each part of my back with her hand, indicating the definitions of the muscles. When she got to my butt, she was touching my left cheek and explaining how the large thigh muscles moved through the buttocks. I flexed my cheek and she pulled her hand away. The girls and the two ladies were in view of this and broke out laughing. The others who were drawing my front looked puzzled at the outbreak. I then flexed each cheek and got a rhythm going back and forth. Cathy gave me a slight slap on the cheek and told me to behave. 

I looked over my shoulder and mouthed the words, "Ooh, hurt me." 

Cathy again turned scarlet and the four women laughed harder. 

When it came time to concentrate on my front, Cathy mostly kept her hands away, but did point out and trace the vein running down my penis, skimming her finger lightly over it. She then had me stand with my legs apart so my testicles were free of my body. She did put her hand on my thigh to point out the line she wanted the students to follow and the back of her hand brushed one of my balls. I leaned into her ear and whispered, "Coffee breaks with you are just never going to be the same."

This time she laughed and walked away.

The class was wrapping up and Cathy handed me the robe. She thanked everyone for a great semester and they gave her a round of applause. She then thanked me and the students applauded. I got two thumbs up from the girls.

Cathy then announced we would take a short break followed by the optional class.

The lone guy, the middle aged ladies and one boy and girl from the full time students started packing their stuff. That left two girl students and, of course, the high schoolers.

I walked over to them. "Hey, I don't know if this is such a good idea for you guys to stay."

'Don't think we can handle it?" asked Jessie.

"It's not that, but this is going to be a little more adult stuff."

Kelsey answered, "Hey, we're both over 18 and paid for this session. Don't worry, we can handle it."

I shrugged and told Cathy I needed a short break.

Back in the dressing room, I was peeing when Linda knocked and came in. She had seen me pee many times before, and was unfazed.

"God, how can you stand all those lights and flashes? My eyes are still seeing stars."

I stepped away and Linda told me not to flush. I put down the seat and she squatted over the toilet and emptied her bladder.

"So," I asked," what exactly are we going to do in this session?"

"Be sexy and erotic," she answered as she wiped herself.

"Yeah, but what do we do?"

'Well, let's see. I guess we could hug and kiss."

I nodded.

"Then, I stand in front of you, but with my back to you. You put your hand on my tits, then one tit, then the other. Put your hand on my tummy, my crotch. But, no fingers, buster."

I laughed and nodded again.

"Then, I do the same to you. I get you hard, if you aren't already, and after that we improvise."

"Improvise?"

"Yeah, like I kneel in front and kiss your thigh while I hold your dick. Stuff like that. The only think we can't do is real sex. So, as I said, no fingers, no kissing down there, no fucking."

"Oh, and I so wanted to be your first male fuck."

"Well, maybe you will, but not here, sweetie."

"Promises, promises!"

"Anyway, I've done this before. Most times it's with another woman. There hasn't been a male nude model in two years. Anyway, it's no big deal once we get started, it just sort of flows. Cathy may call out a pose or two, but mostly we just wing it."

"What if I can't get hard?"

"I don't think that will be a problem, but if it fails to rise, we just go right on."

We pulled on our robes and headed back to the studio.

Cathy had adjusted the lighting, so that the posing area was softly lit, and the rest in darkness. We could not see the students. 

We dropped our robes and entered the lighted area.

Cathy called from the darkness, "Whenever you're ready."

Linda snaked her arms around my middle and pulled me to her. Lifting her head she kissed me hard on the lips. I was shocked at the intensity, but kissed back. She opened her mouth and I eased in my tongue. She moved her sex against mine and I could feel the blood moving in that direction.

Breaking free, she backed into me. I put my hands on her tummy, and she moved them onto her breasts. I enjoyed the feel of our large mounds and felt her nipples pushing against my palms. We held that pose for awhile, then Cathy called next. 

I slid my right hand down until it was resting on her soft pubic hair. I was surprised at the heat. I whispered that something hot was happening down below. She turned her face to me and kissed, slipping her tongue deep in my mouth.

For the next pose, Linda broke away. I was still only semi-erect. She took my penis in her hand and pulled it out. She then kissed my nipples and nipped at them with her tongue.

The effect was a semi immediately became a full erection. 

For the next ten minutes, we shifted around in various poses, touching, kissing and fondling.

Cathy called out for Linda to take a break. I asked what I should do.

"Stand still with your legs apart," came the voice from the darkness.

"Ladies, ten sketches of the erect male member. Quickly."

Five minutes later, I was standing in the darkness as Linda sat on the stool with her legs wide apart. She used her fingers to spread her lips, exposing her full sex to the students.

I felt Cathy next to me. I had begun to go soft. She looked down at the limp member and then back at the dais. Next, her hand was then on my not so erect penis. As Linda posed, turning one way then the other to offer different views of her private parts, Cathy reworked me to full excitement. 

She kissed my cheek and said softly, "Gonna' love those coffee breaks." She reached down and cupped my balls and then after one last long stroke, put her hand on my butt and guided me out to the light.

I heard a low gasp from the direction of Kelsey and Jessie. I knew my erection was harder than before and was bouncing as I walked.

Cathy's voice, "Ok, call out poses for the last five minutes."

At first there was silence, then I recognized Kelsey's voice, "I want Linda's face next to his penis."

Linda smiled and dropped to her knees. Turning so we were in profile, she brought her face in close to the tip of my erection. She pursed her lips barely an inch away.

She held it for the 30 seconds. Then she drew in a big breath and slowly exhaled the warm air over the tip. "Girls, that is a different example of a blow job."

There was a round of laughter from the darkness. 

"Kiss her butt."

I didn't recognize the voice and so assumed it was one of the institute girls.

I knelt and Linda turned so her beautiful rear end was in my face. She bent from the waist and clasped her calves. I slipped my hand between her legs and placed my palm on her patch. I pulled her back and kissed her soft cheek. I began to feel moisture on my wrist as it nestled against her sex lips. While holding the kiss on her smooth bottom, I put pressure on her sex with my wrist and felt her push back in response. When Cathy called 30 seconds, I slowly pulled my hand down, letting a finger ride her slit, feeling the wetness along the way. 




Modeling Class



"Stroke him," came the barely audible command. This time I was shocked as I recognized Cathy's voice.

Standing behind, Linda reached around and slowly moved her hand up and down. Letting her fingers play with the tip, she slowly descended and played with my balls. With everyone standing in front of, none could see what Linda was doing with her other hand. She slipped it inside herself and brought a wet finger to the opening of my anus. Slowly, she probed and, still working the erection slid it in my butt up to her second knuckle. Moving it back and forth, she simultaneously rubbed her breasts on my back.

I swear if it went more than 30 seconds, I was going to pop right there.

Cathy called time and said the session was over. There were cheers and applause from the darkness. The lights flashed on and everyone squinted. After adjusting, they saw the four women students still clapping their approval.

Linda took my hand and we made an exaggerated stage bow. 

Cathy came up and hugged both. I felt my erection push against her stomach. 

"Thank you both, so much. That was the best erotic session we ever had."

Then in a lower voice she said, "God, I need a major fuck or a cold shower."

"And..." asked Linda?

"Unfortunately, Delta faucet here I come."

We laughed and hugged again.

"Hey, guys, can you come over here for a sec?"

It was Kelsey and Jessie calling them.

Not bothering with robes, we walked over.

Kelsey said, "We'd like you to autograph one of our sketches. Please!"

I said what the hell and Linda agreed. We were still both a little high on the rush of the performance, and standing fully aroused in front of two cute girls.

Jessie held out the sketch of Linda exposing herself. It was a close-up of her sex and it was remarkable for the fineness and the feeling of wanton abandonment she captured as Linda's finger played with her clit.

Linda signed it, placing the signature even with her aroused clit standing out from the dark curls.

Kelsey asked if I would sign two. The first was the one with Linda's lips almost touching my tip. She just captured part of Linda's face and the top part of my penis. I signed "To Kelsey, Keep it up, Owen"

They all laughed at that.

The other was from the last pose with Linda's hand on my erection. She had captured more of my torso this time and my erection seemed to jump off the page. 

"This is very good, Kelsey. You have real talent," I said as I signed and handed the pen to Linda so she could do likewise.

"I was inspired," gushed Kelsey. "God, that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. And, Owen, you have the most beautiful cock."

She looked down at the still hard member.

"Could I..."

"Kelsey, you and Jessie are great kids, but no you may not touch me."

"Yeah, look but don't touch," added Linda. "But, unfair as it is, girls, I can both look and touch." With that, she stroked me up and down.

"I love the way the skin goes back when it's hard," said Jessie. "I don't know any boys who aren't circumcised."

"Me neither," added Kelsey. "Are you sure we can't..."

"Absolutely. Now time for us to go," I said.

"Hugs?"

Before I could respond Jessie embraced me and Kelsey did the same with Linda. They broke and then switched. Kelsey was nearly as tall as I and pulled me into her. He could feel her breasts pushing against my chest and my erection against her jeans. She kissed my cheek and then cupped my ass.

"God, I wanted to feel those buns since I first saw them."

I broke away and took Linda's hand. We gathered our robes and knowing no one was probably left in the building ran across the hall naked and into the dressing room.

I was still fully engorged.

Before turning on the light, Linda hugged me in the darkness and thanked me for being a good sport. She said I probably could have had two young girls for the asking tonight.

I assured her that I felt the desire, but also knew it was not right. They are young and it just should not be like that.

I then confessed that I was so turned on that she better avert her eyes while I was in the shower.

She stretched up and kissed him. I kissed her back and we pulled our bodies together.

"You're a good kisser, Owen. For a guy, that is."

She laughed and turned on the light. We both yelped when we saw another person in the room.

Melissa sat on the bench. "Well, it certainly looks like the session was a success."

Linda ran to her and they kissed and hugged. "God, Mel, it was awesome. Everybody cheered us. We had to autograph some really hot sketches of us. And, even Cathy, said she was so turned on she wanted a fuck or a cold shower. Too bad, she said it was the shower for her."

We all laughed. Then Mel went on.

"Now I know what you mean about Owen's cock, Linda. It is quite handsome."

"And, you touched it?"

"God, yes. And, you know what else?"

"No, enlighten me, dear."

"I almost kissed it. I was like, what Owen, no more than an inch away."

"Yeah, no more than that."

"Linda, this sounds strange, but I really wanted to kiss it. Me, wanting to kiss a guy's dick. Whoa."

"No time like the present, Sweetheart. And from the looks of Owen, I think it's just what he needs."

"Oh, I couldn't. Really. I was just saying that at the moment, I think I might have been able."

"Come sit beside me, Lins." Melissa patted the space on the bench.

Linda sat next to her lover.

"Look at that," Mel gestured to the erection standing up from my groin. "It is a thing of beauty, and not something to be feared or hated. Besides, you like Owen and you heard me say he needs relief in the worst way."

"Owen, can you come here, please."

I crossed the room and stood before the two women, one clothed, one naked.

Melissa leaned forward and touched her tongue to the tip of my erection. I moaned.

"See, dear, it's easy. Make him feel better. Go on."

Linda slowly moved her face to my member and tentatively put her lips to the head of my penis. I pushed forward slightly, and Linda pulled back.

"Don't be afraid. Watch," said Mel.

She opened her lips and covered the tip. Holding one hand at the base, she began to lick up and down.

"Now, you."

Melissa held on to my erection as Linda gingerly licked me. 

"More," encouraged Mel.

Linda used her lips and tongue, moving slowly up and down.

"Now, open and take him in your mouth. Owen, do not cum in her mouth."

I nodded in agreement.

Linda looked up into my eyes and smiled. She brought her lips to the tip of my penis, then opened her mouth. Slowly she let me slide inside, feeling the warmth and strength of me moving inside her mouth. She could only handle a little bit and drew back.

"Honey, it's not going to choke you. Watch."

Melissa took me in her mouth and began moving up and down on me. She took most of my shaft and used her tongue while sucking on my tip.

She pulled off and pointed it toward her lover. Linda opened and repeated what she just witnessed Mel doing. As she was working up and down, Mel slipped her hand between Linda's legs, and slipped two fingers inside the wet opening. Mel then joined her friend as they kissed the strange male member in front of them. Linda once again took me fully in her mouth and Mel bent to suck on Linda's breast.

"Oh, my God."

The voice came from the doorway, and I turned to see Cathy standing there. She had already stepped in and the door closed behind her.

"I am so sorry, I just came in to thank you guys again. Oh, shit, I am so sorry."

She turned to leave, fumbling with the knob, when Mel called out, "Wait."

Cathy froze. Melissa stood and crossed to her. She took her hand and turned her back to the room. Although Linda had removed her mouth, she still held the base of my erection.

"I have to leave. I'm sorry," stuttered Cathy.

"No, you don't have to leave, Cathy. I think you like to watch."

"No, I came in to say thanks. No, I don't want to watch. I have to go."

"No Cathy," continued Mel. "You do like to watch. That's why you teach this class. You like to watch the models, you like to watch the students watch the models, you like to see their drawings. Oh, Cathy, you do like to watch. Stay, watch us."

"I can't," Cathy said, but the fight had left her. There was a look of lust on her face.

Mel leaned in and kissed her. Cathy feebly tried to push her away.

"No, I'm not like that."

"Like what, Cathy. Not like a woman with wants and desires. Not like a woman who just minutes ago said she was so hot she needed to fuck someone, or go home and cool off in a shower. Not like a woman who wants to experience life by watching. Oh, Cathy, don't deny what you want. Stay, watch, enjoy."

Mel took a step back and in one motion lifted her shirt over her head. She had nothing on underneath. Her small breasts heaved and her nipples stood straight out. She undid her belt, unzipped her jeans and eased them down. Cathy could not avert her eyes. Mel hooked her thumbs into her underwear and slid them off. She took Cathy's hand and placed it on her breast. 

"Feel how fast my heart is pounding, Cathy. That's normal. That's how you feel when you desire something. I bet you are desiring something, Cathy."

Mel slipped a hand under Cathy's sweatshirt and her bra. Resting her palm on the woman's breast, she massaged the soft tissue and felt the nipple harden under her fingers. 

"See, Cathy, you do want something. And, you heart is pounding. Stay, watch, enjoy."

Mel kissed her again, then took her hand from her breast and walked back to us.

"Watch, Cathy."

Linda took me back in her mouth, while Mel stood behind me rubbing her naked body up and down my back.

I looked at Cathy. She had one hand under her sweatshirt, and the other had unsnapped her pants and was working down the zipper. She slipped her hand inside and began rubbing herself.

Mel was playing with my nipples and biting my ear. 

"How close are you?"

"Pretty fucking close," I replied hoarsely.

Moving in front, Mel straddled the bench. She eased Linda off me. Seeing Mel's legs splayed open, Linda quickly got to her knees and began to kiss Mel on her soft brown fur.

I looked over at Cathy, who now had her jeans and panties at her knees and masturbating vigorously. He could make out the full brunette bush behind her hand. She had pulled off her sweatshirt, pushed her breast out of her bra and was playing with her nipple as her fingers moved faster and faster.

Mel looked up to see Cathy half naked. She eased away from Linda, stood and crossed to her, and in a minute had removed her clothes. Taking her hand she led her back to where Linda and I were.

Mel pulled Cathy hard to her and kissed her. Running her hands up and down the other woman's naked back, she held her tight.

After a few moments, Mel broke the embrace.

"Kiss him, Cathy. You know you want to."

"I can't. We work together. It would be too," she paused for the right word, "too awkward."

"Fuck that, Cathy. You know you want his cock in your mouth. Live in this moment."

Mel took Cathy's hand and led her to sit next to her. She guided me so my erection was in front of Cathy's mouth. Cathy looked up, with a lost but hungry look. She diverted her eyes from me, opened her mouth, and took me deep inside her.

She moved up and down, and used her hands on my balls.

After a while, Linda eased her off, and kissed her on the lips.

"Let me finish him," said Mel.

She knelt in front of me, took my penis by the base and said softly, "Ok, Cowboy, let 'er rip."

With a wide grin, Mel opened her mouth and took me inside. As Linda used her hand between the Mel's legs, Mel moved up and down. I was at the edge, when I felt her mouth leave me.

"Cathy, touch Owen. Make him cum."

Almost trancelike, Cathy reached out and took me, her co-worker, in her hand. She moved her hand up and down, slowly at first and then quickly.

I began to twitch, and Mel took my tip in her mouth. I exploded. She took the first shot, then pulled off. Cathy's hand kept moving and the second shot hit Mel in the chest, a large amount landing on her right breast. Cathy's hand was still moving, and was now covered with cum. She then put her mouth on my erection. I shot twice more deep inside Cathy's mouth.

Mel pulled Cathy toward her and guided her head to her breast. Cathy opened her mouth and licked the cum off then suckled the tiny tit.

Mel reached out and slid a finger inside Cathy. Moving quickly, she found the woman's g spot and began massaging it. With her other hand, she rubbed the clit, and within a minute Cathy was holding onto me for support as the orgasms convulsed her body

She leaned into me, her exposed breast pushing into my bare chest. Mel embraced Cathy from the back and softly kissed her neck.

Slipping her hands on the woman's breasts, she cooed into her ear, "Now wasn't that better than a cold shower?"

The four of us broke into peals of laughter. 

Calming down, Mel led her into the tiny shower stall. 

"How about you help me clean off the rest of that sweet man's juice?"

The two of them stayed in the shower until the hot water began to fade, taking turns exploring each other.

Linda and I had dressed by the time they came out. Mel tossed me a towel and asked me to dry Cathy, while Linda tended to her.

I dried Cathy, enjoying the sensations of her soft flesh under the thin fabric of the towel. She looked up and then kissed me. I let my hands explore her breasts and then slipped a finger inside her. She moaned and I kept gently stroking her. Finally, breaking away, she turned to get dressed.

In a few minutes the four of us left the institute into the cold winter night, still warm from the exotic experience.

The next time I saw Cathy at work, about a week later, she was not as awkward as I had anticipated. She stopped by my desk and said she was looking forward to coffee break. I joined her later at one of the tables in the café. 

She was carrying a large manila envelope. They were at a table by themselves. Speaking softly, she began by thanking me for the most exciting sexual night of her life. She said Mel and Linda invited her to go on a ski trip with them and she was not sure what to expect, but she was alive with anticipation.

"You know," she said in a low tone so others could not overhear, "I never had any experience with women. I'm not sure if I want to go all the way down that road, but I am open to possibilities. And, Owen, you are so good to not try to exploit that night. You've been a real gentleman. Plus, you have an awesome body." 

Dropping her voice to a whisper she said, "I loved sucking your cock."

I said she did a great job and I enjoyed touching her, and she blushed.

"You know Helen, the photography teacher, is a friend," stated Cathy.

I shrugged, wondering where this was going.

"Well, I asked her for two favors. One, she gave me a great print of you posing in the class. Of course, you're not aroused, but you are naked and beautiful. It has a place of honor in my apartment."

I grinned and said I hoped it gave her some pleasure.

Nodding, she then fingered the envelope.

"The other favor was I asked her to take a picture for me. I wanted to repay you for that night. The thing is the next day I got a call from Kelsey. She was raving about the erotic posing session. She then asked if I knew how to get in touch with you. I said sure, but why? She explained what she wanted and I got this idea. So, I asked Helen to take a special picture."

Sliding the envelope toward him, she said, "Thanks, from all of us."

Glancing around to be sure no one could see, I opened the envelope and eased out the contents. It was an 8 x 10 color photo, taken in the studio where I posed for the photography class. The blue backdrop helped to bring attention to the five naked figures standing in a combination of poses. Cathy was in the middle wearing a wreath and with her hands on her hips. Next to her was Mel, sitting at Cathy's feet, her legs open and one arm wrapped around Cathy's leg, her fingers lying against the untamed tangle of her dark bush. On the other side of Cathy, Linda sat on a stool, draping an arm over Cathy's shoulder, with her hand resting on her breast. Next to Linda and as well as on the other side of Mel was the shocker. Kelsey and Jessie posed in the nude. Kelsey wore a long sheer veil that floated behind her. Her dark hair, firm breasts with puffy nipples and completely shaven crotch made her appear like a Greek goddess. Jessie, blond and fit, had smaller breasts and equally puffy nipples and a full blond bush. She had her arm around Linda's waist. 

The cumulative exotic nature of the nude women made me become fully aroused. Cathy smiled as I continued to stare at the photo.

"Thanks, Owen, enjoy."

I did.



Modeling



I was in motion again, now to buy lingerie. Frank had bettered my plan. Instead of bra and panties, I could see Huni in any outfit I wanted. Outfits that would require complete disrobing. Outfits that would bare her body to me, completely naked an glorious. And when the outfit went on, she would be, perhaps, even more exciting. And to top if off, Frank added a set. Instead of simple, backdrops, he brought his bed from home. It as a full-sized bed, covered in a red satiny sheet and purple pillows. This is where Huni would be. This, was where she would model.

I don't know how clearly I describe the feeling and arousal of seeing Huni strip down to her bra and panties, knowing she wasn't done. She was so nervous to out on the black teddy I had bought for her. She looked so fragile through the glass. So timid. If only she knew I was there! But then she wouldn't have continued. The bra came unclasped. So easily, so without worry. She opened it and slid it off in so quick a motion. 

I saw her breasts. Her wonderful, Chinese breasts with her tiny brown nipples and dark flesh. I wanted to cry. I could feel the tears in my eyes as I witnessed so pure a sight of beauty. And he wasn't done! A smooth, quick motion brought those panties down. Her breasts jiggled. her foot stumbled. Her thin, dark bush sprung into view. 

Huni discarded her undergarments and stood completely bare, completely vulnerable for a time that my mind now used to define eternity. She looked at herself, as if her own eyes had to witness the absolute stunning body that stretch beneath them.

These sessions I had to watch. Each moment my eyes were off her, I could feel my life slip away. I was addicted to the sight of her. Enchanted by the presence of her. And aroused by the position of her.

Frank started her off with the same basic poses she had grown to know. Again, she became comfortable and at ease. Again, Frank moved to the next step of his plan. For the first time, he had music in the background. It was classical. It wasn't loud, but easily heard.

"Huni, I think these shots are coming out well, but, if you're willing, I'd like to try something different."

"Ok. What is it?"

"Well, lingerie photos require the woman to be more... sexy... if you will. To look like she's in the mood."

"Oh." The words brought fear t her again. The fear of acting sexy, or the fear of NOT KNOWING HOW to act sexy I wasn't sure.

"Don't get me wrong, I think you look very sexy. But you look so nice. So pure. I want you look like..." Frank looked to be searching for words.

"Like what?" Huni asked.

"Like... you're about to make love."

Huni froze. "You mean have sex?'

"Yes."

"I don't know... I don't know if I can do that."

"I'll help you."

Frank walked over to Huni. He took her hand, and gently brought it to her chest. "Like this..." Huni started blankly as Frank moved her own fingers up and down her cleavage. 

"Look at the camera..." he was again so smooth. So casual.

Huni looked at the camera.

"Imagine it's the perfect man. The man of your dreams, right here in front of you. He is yours, and you are his. Huni opened her lips. "You can feel him -- through your own touch. It's his hand touching you. His fingers touching you. Like this..."

Frank took her hands, and slid them down and over her body. Huni watched as she felt her own palms caress her hips, her thighs, and her legs.

I had to sit down. It was incredible.

Frank stepped back, and again worked the camera. "Just like that, Huni. Just like that." 

She continued the actions he taught her. She moved her hands down her arms, and up her legs.

"Move, Huni, move. Move with the music, move with his touch..."
 Huni move don the bed. She seemed in a slow dance with herself. Touching herself, feeling herself. Her hands moved across her body, even across her breasts. Her face smiled enticingly, and warmly.

The procedure lasted for several more incredible outfits. Frank encouraged her to play with the clothes, opening up her chest, hiking the silk up her legs. Bending over, flashing panties underneath. With each new step, with each new outfit and move, Huni seemed to seduce herself. In the time I had know her, I could never picture her aroused. Now I could, and I could barely control myself.

The fourth session ended. It was the last outfit. Huni sat on the bed as Frank appeared to gather his gear. He was close to her, very close. He said something that I couldn't hear. Then, he aid it louder, this time I did hear.

"Huni..."

"Yes?" her voice sounded weak, almost exasperated.

Frank leaned in lose to her, still looking at the camera. "I want to do a nude."

Huni caught her breath. She froze with absolute frigidness.

Frank noticed she didn't reply. He turned to her, and took her hands into his. "Huni, I know it's a big step. I know it's asking a lot."

"Frank, I can't. I can't!"

"Huni..." his voice was soothing, reassuring. "My contact really likes you. He thinks you have so much potential. But he has a lot of girls to choose from, most of whom pose nude. I hate to tell you this, but I think you'll get left behind."

"Frank, I don't want to. I really don't want to."

He stroked her hair. "Huni, do you trust me?"

"She squeaked out a "Yes."

He kissed her forehead. "Then believe me. If my contact likes what he sees, he says you're in. And I have a feeling, as I'm sure you do, that he is going to REALLY like what he sees."

"But Frank. I've -- I've never been naked in front of someone, never in front of a man."

"Not even David?" he knew the answer. He was playing ignorant.

"No. David and I... we don't have sex. I'm a traditional girl."

"Ok, Huni. I don't want to force it on you."

"Will you be mad?"

"No. Just disappointed for you. You're a really beautiful girl, Huni. Really beautiful. You could be as famous as any model around. Consider this, though, Huni. You really seem to like modeling. I think it helps you discover who you are. And I think you like what you've found, despite any conflicts with your traditions. People have different points of view, Huni, that doesn't make this wrong. It doesn't make posing nude wrong."

Huni stood silently. Frank rubbed her shoulders. "I just... would feel so..."

"Exposed? Open? vulnerable? I tell you what. If it will help. I'll take off my clothes, too."

"But I'm the one in the picture!"

"How's this. I'll get in the picture with you. My contact won't mind. We'll use the camera timer."

Frank took off his shirt. "See? it's ok. You don't have to be afraid." He reached for her bra, Huni stepped back

"Just try this. You don't have to take off all your clothes. Just your bra. That might be enough for my client. If not, then you can decide if you want to pose completely nude or not."

Huni still didn't respond. Frank stepped to her, and placed his hand on her bra, on the clasp. Huni didn't speak, but she didn't move, either. "Take off the bra..." he whispered soothingly. He turned his fingers, and the clasp came undone. Frank peeled back the right cup, then the left. Huni was bare-breasted.

"You are so beautiful." He said.

Huni stood nervously as Frank peeled the strap down her left shoulder. She looked down at her own, exposed breasts. It wasn't so bad, she seemed to think. The fullness of her breasts were exposed. Her circular, brown nipples were visible. It's not like she hadn't been naked before. Just never in front of someone.

Huni let down the right strap, and Frank took the bra from her. I couldn't see from my position, but I was sure her breasts were covered in goosebumps. Frank stepped to the camera, and set the timer. Huni folded her arms across her nipples, as if she didn't want to be exposed for anything but the click of the camera. Frank stepped back to her, as bare-chested as she was. He took her arms down, then put his across her shoulder. The camera clicked. 

"There, that wasn't so bad. Now wait, it will go again." A moment passed, then a second click. She looked stiff at first, totally uneasy. But slowly Frank coached her and comforted her. Slowly she began to smile, and resumed posing. She lifted her head, she leaned over, she rested on the bed sideways. Frank was gone from the pictures, but she didn't care. She obeyed him, and performed for him. Each clicked built her confidence and comfort.

"Look sexy." He said. "Like you were doing before..."

Huni melted me with her faces, her looks and her smiles. She was exquisite. Bare-chested and innocent, sexy and wonderful.

"Touch them. "Frank said. "Play with them."

She responded. She squeezed and pulled them. Petted them and massaged them. I didn't know how Frank could take it. He was right in front of her. No glass. No barriers. I could see her eyes. She was aroused. As much as she might try to deny it, she was bringing pleasure to her body. All her pent-up little girl urges were starting to break through. I wondered how long before the panties came off. And, how long until Frank would win. I knew now he was going to. He was going to fuck Huni.

Frank took the camera in hand, placing it right against her nipple. A click whirred. "How's my little model like that shot?' he asked. He took another against her breast, and then another. He moved the camera across her body, Huni giggled as the cold lens pressed against her bare flesh. "Quit it!" she cried. But because it tickled, not because it offended. Frank moved it between her legs. Huni shrieked as it pushed against her cunt. Instantly, her legs closed, breaking the camera from Frank's grasp.

She sat up on her knees, triumphant in her smile. The camera was buried between her tightly pressed legs. "What are you going to do now?" she asked as she locked her hands over panties.

Frank was at no loss for creativity in front of the beautiful, bare-breasted Asian. He promptly reached out, and squeezed Huni's right nipple. "Ouch!" she shrieked. But it was a fun shriek. Frank reached for the other one. Huni wanted to protect herself, but still guarded the camera. Her breasts flapped to the side as she tried to dodge his pinching fingers. But her he succeeded. Huni squealed again, and sat there helpless as Frank fondled her breasts for several seconds. Finally, she lifted her hands to defend herself. She fell right into Frank's trap. He broke her grasp easily, and plunged a hand down between her legs. Huni REALLY squealed, but pressed her legs tighter.

Frank laughed as she squirmed on the bed. She fell to her back, shrieking and laughing as Frank tickled her. I couldn't see where exactly he was touching, but I knew it wasn't her legs, and it certainly wasn't the camera he was in no rush to retrieve. Huni wriggled with the touch to her pussy.

Frank moved his free hand to her waist, and gripped the strap of her panties.

Huni froze, and then quickly grabbed Frank's hand. . "No!" she said in near exhaustion.

The room was instantly quiet. Frank had tried to go too far, and no they sat on the bed, wondering if their play had been broken. Frank pulled his hand from between her legs, then slid both up her stomach, over her breasts, and to her hand. Then, he moved upward, bringing her up with him.

Frank held her at arms length. The two looked into each others eyes. Frank pulled her to him. In all my watching. In all my sightings of her body and her beautiful, naked breasts, I never dreamt of experiencing this. I had been a from her, but always separated by glass. Now, Huni's breasts were touching Frank.

Nipple-to-nipple they stood, staring into each others eyes, sensing each others heartbeats. Huni's breasts were softly indented against him. Their fresh nakedness seemed to absorb the sexual lust, intent, and energy from Frank's body. God, she was beautiful! Her beautiful Asian body , so firm and toned. Naked except for a pair of red silk panties.

The camera had long stopped clicking, it was out of film. Yet the two remained together in a sexual press.

She was powerless now. Frank had awoken sensations and tinglings in her body that had waited years to surface. All her heart, all her mind, and all her culture were no match for surging feeling inside her and the inexperience to handle it. I think in those moments Huni expected to lose her virginity. In the subconscious rush, she realized what her boyfriend had warned her about. What he was so afraid of. I think she knew by now she wasn't exposing herself to be a model, she was exposing herself to be a lover.

David had warned her about Frank. He had so prophetically realized Frank's desire for sex with her. At this moment, Huni felt some remorse. And she felt some guilt. But mostly, she felt the pleasure of feeling her panties slide down her legs.

Frank had moved slowly and confidently. He slowly went to his knees, and allowed his hands to slide to her waist. He didn't look up at her, he simply lifted the two straps from her hips, and moved her panties down. I could here Huni's breath, even from my distance. She was scared, yet captivated. 

Any last-ditch efforts to brush Frank off were quickly absorbed by the hot womanly pleasure that shot through her as Frank pressed his tongue to her cunt. Her jaw dropped, and her breath stuttered as she felt her first wave of sexual contact. A kiss, she could have broken from. A caress of a breast, she could have stepped away from. But a soft, curling, sliding touch to the heart of her feminine soul was irresistible. It was going to happen. Frank was going to take her virginity.

He worked his tongue inside her. I watched as her nipples grew hard and erect, and her body froze with uncertainty. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to act. Except for slight, uncontrollable gyrations of her hips, she was absolutely frozen. She started low, accidental moans. Each building wave of pleasure caught her off guard, and the shock was vocalized.

Her voice was so sweet, so pure in its sexual energy. Huni's sexual rhythm had no history, no pattern. Frank's flicking of her clitoris was like flicking her voice as well. I never heard anything so wonderful, so erotic, so maddening. At that moment I would have given anything to be Frank. I wanted to be with her, to take her into orgasm for the first time. But I stood by the wall, not even realizing at first I was humping it was watched.

I caught half of Frank's smile as he gently pushed her onto the bed. Huni fell onto the sheets, her legs and arms open. Her cunt offered to Frank, and visible to me. I expected Frank to savor each treasure of her body for hours. But I guess the lust and frustration of watching her prance and pose all these times was too much. He had been waiting for this desperately. He pulled off his pants and underwear, and I saw the tip of his rigid cock from my angle. The cock that would penetrate Huni. The cock that would make her a woman.

He descended on her in a mad rush. 

"Uhhh!" Huni shrieked as his penis jammed into her. She just laid there, taking his thrusts with shrieks of a pain she had never know, but somehow didn't want to end. Frank ripped her, tore her, and pounded her with jack hammering hips. He fucked her as hard as he could, with absolutely no control. I couldn't blame him.

I could see Huni's breasts bouncing incredibly up and down her chest. I wondered what was going through her mind. All I could think of was, "I'm fucking. I'm fucking. I'm fucking." 

Frank looked possessed. 'Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" he yelled driving into her with deep, long humps. Huni screamed with each one, her pitch changing with a rise and fall. Part of me still couldn't believe what I was seeing. Huni was having sex. She was having sex, and it was because of me. But it wasn't WITH me! If I hadn't taken this bet. If I hadn't given Frank the money. If I hadn't bought her outfits. I had seen her naked, but as I watched her tiny frame bouncing up and down on the bed, her lips quivering, her eyes fluttering, her mouth moaning....

Huni was having sex. Frank was fucking her. I watched his cock move inside her, out of her, and back in again. Her moans seemed like tears. His cock was hurting her as it rammed into her cunt. But she took it. She took his fucking.

Huni was fucking. Huni was fucking Frank.

What had I done?

Frank squeezed her breasts, and the extra touch of her put him over the edge. A few more plunging thrusts, then he seized up as his body exploded a healthy dose of sperm into her. I watched the deep mini-humps his body forced in her, knowing each drop of semen was going inside her.

It was done. That quickly I was out another hundred bucks. That quickly Huni was no longer a virgin. She had fucked. She had been fucked.

What had I done?

Frank slid off of Huni, whose breathing sounded much like whimpering. I listened intently, wondering how she would react now that the deed was done Wondering if she would come to tears, or even age. Or... maybe she would throw herself hungrily at Frank again.

Huni was so still. I could see the glistening moisture of her pussy, and the heaving of her chest.

"I had sex." A simple, potent understanding Frank looked at her. "I had sex." she said again. Frank took her hand. "WE had sex." he corrected. She seemed so stunned, so sure that we world around her was going to crumble, or that some unknown vigilant force would come to punish her for accepting Frank's cock. Of course, nothing happened. No sound was made except for their breathing and the rustle of the sheets.

Huni was glowing. The sweat glistened and gleamed on her body . Her body was telling of her pleasures and sensations she had no words for. At once she felt satisfaction and an incredible curiosity to explore the world she had just entered.

"Can I see your penis?"

Frank smiled. He slid onto her naked body, kissing and licking her breasts as he did. He sat on her chest, placing his knees at her sides. He propped up his semi -hard cock like a trophy for his queen. I couldn't actually see it, but I saw Huni's eyes widen with interest. She was seeing her first penis up close. She was seeing the shaft that penetrated her, and the head that exploded inside her. She nervously reached to touch it, stopped, then brushed it slowly with her fingers. She didn't even look at Frank anymore, just his penis. Whether she saw it as a source of great pleasure, an anatomical curiosity, or even a pet I don't know. But I could tell by her eyes, she was going to let it inside her again.

"Put it in your mouth." Huni now looked at him. "taste it." he instructed. Huni leaned forward as far as se could. Frank moved up, blocking my view of her lips. But I could see her hand moving it follow is request. Then, a few slight sucking sounds broke the silence, followed by several low groans from Frank. I'm sure she wasn't doing much more than kissing, and possibly licking the tip, but Huni was giving her first head. She was tasting her first sperm.

Frank held out as long a she could, then pulled himself from Huni's inexperienced mouth. In time, she would have been able to make him cum. Or maybe even if he hadn't already filled her with most of his sperm. But Frank needed her cunt again. He need to hump her again. And even then, I knew he wouldn't have his fill of fucking her. I didn't know if anyone could ever get their fill of fucking her. Huni was the kind of woman you could love a lifetime.

Huni's new familiarity with Frank's cock wasn't enough to keep her from wincing and squealing as he pushed it into her again. She didn't know to moan a "Yes!" Se didn't know to scream "Oh, God!" The sounds, those delicate Chinese sounds, that escaped her lips were of pure sexual delight. An expression of bursting pleasure in her vagina that sought escape from her body, tingling her fingers, arms, and nipples and finally finding strength in her gasping moans.