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Art and Orgies and Che

By: OnnaDare



Lara, a pretty blond college student, bored with her everyday life, decides to participate in bisexual group sex as a way to satisfy her curiosity, as well as a way to gain acceptance with the popular art students she envies and wants to emulate.   

On a lovely late fall afternoon, Lara was alone, the sun slanting in from the large windows of the studio classroom. She stepped back from the still life of fruit and flowers that she'd been working on for her Advanced Painting class and set down her brush. "It's really coming along," she mused, "But it could use some more..." Lara noticed, in her periphery, someone stopping behind her to notice her work.

It was the Graduate Assistant, the one everyone called "Che," because of his strong resemblance to Che Guevara, all the way from his fatigue jackets, his goatee, his penchant for cigars and hand-rolled cigarettes - to his dark, smoldering intensity, who was lingering behind her. Lara stammered, turning towards him, suddenly shy from his rapt interest, "Wha ...aa...t, do you... think?"

She met his gaze. He wasn't looking at her painting.

"It's too pretty," he said flatly, his emphasis on "it", eyeing her up and down, a teasing half smile on his lips. "I like it...rough...er."

His eyes signaled that he might not be talking about... her painting. Lara felt herself blush, looking away, unable to meet his piercing gaze. Lara had been harboring a secret crush on him since she'd first spotted him last year, welding torch in hand, arguing with the dreaded Asshole Sculpture Professor. There was something about him. He was so mysterious, so different, darkly intense, so...intriguing.

Che hardly ever spoke to anyone, except the professors, and the professor's favorite few, of which she was not. Art was her hobby, not her major, and most of her classmates, primarily the ones majoring in Art, didn't bother to talk to her. She was a dilettante in their eyes, not a "real artist," and she longed to be accepted by them.

Once...She'd even overheard someone remark snidely, "What's she doing here? I suppose the prom queen's looking for an easy credit."

Lara's cell phone chimed, breaking the silence. She turned away to answer it, and when she turned back, he was gone. The voice at the other end was her suite-mate, the ever- perky Allison. She started to breathlessly inform Lara of a frat party, which, "Is going to be the blowout of all time! Everyone's gonna be there! We just have to go! It's tomorrow...come on...let's do it!"

Lara acquiesced, even though frat boys and frat boy parties were the last thing she felt like doing. She'd been doing, err, them, since freshman year. "Here we go again..." she sighed inwardly, "Ho-fuckin-hum."

And so it was... another Saturday night, another house party, another keg, another round of loud, pointless, drunken conversation about the same old things with the same old loud, pointless drunken friends. Yawn.

Lara swung her feet down from her comfy spot on a battered couch and surveyed the chaotic scene around her, steadying herself. The place was packed, and she was buzzed, to be sure. "I'm going to find the can," she announced to her friends, shouting over the blaring techno music, "Who needs a beer while I'm up? Don't let anyone get my spot...I'll be back in a few."

Lara picked her way thorough the crowd, relieved to find there was no line for the bathroom, and shut the door behind her. The reflection that greeted her in the mirror had wide blue eyes that were a little bleary, a pretty face with high cheekbones and an upturned nose, blond hair that was long and straight. Lara posed, observing her reflection, and ran her fingers through her hair, adjusting her sweater, smoothing it over her tall, lithe, but curvy frame.

"Cripes, I'm wasted," she mused, pulling down her jeans, and sat down to pee, sipping from her keg cup. The door flung open, and an arm, followed by a face, bolted in. It was that dark, arty girl Lara recognized from her Advanced Painting class. The mysteriously wildly popular one who seemed to know everyone from the art department, and who everyone seemed to love, one of the few students that Che deigned to talk to. The one that she often caught staring at her, the one who's name was...Ashley? Was that it?

"Whoops, sorry." The girl trilled, "I thought it was empty. As long as I'm here...mind if I fix my face?"

"Not unless you mind me peeing. We're all girls here, right?" Lara replied, smiling, "Go right ahead. So, great party, eh?"

"Not bad, not bad. For a bunch of frat boys, anyway. The beer's cold. The guys are cute, for a bunch of jocks. And I'm drunk." Dark Arty Girl pouted into the mirror and reapplied her red lipstick. She was dressed in black jeans, thigh-high black boots, and a tight black turtleneck sweater, her eyes darkly lined, her makeup perfect. Lara thought she looked like a pin up girl, partly goth, but sexier. Sexy Dangerous. Like ...that one, you know? Betty Page? That was it.

Lara finished, rose from the toilet, and hastily pulled up her jeans. She couldn't help but notice Dark Arty Girl stealing a sideways glance as she did, and smiling slyly.

"Damn... girl, those boots are...bangin'," Lara started, "Umm, got any Visine?" My contacts are killing me...Gee, I might be wasted or something, huh?" Lara cracked a sarcastic smile, "You're... Ashley, right?"

Dark Arty Girl fished in her purse, "Yup, it's Ashley. But everybody calls me Ash. And you're... Lara? You're in my Advanced Painting class. You do nice work. Isn't that prof the most boring lecture-er ever? I mean, he's got great ideas, but when he starts in talking about the creative process...whoa... oh...there it is ... I've got some Murine...is that alright?"

"For reals," Lara smiled into the mirror at Ashley, err, Ash, as she squeezed the drops into her eyes and blinked, replying, "Yeah, he gets a little repetitive. Kinda like this party. Same old, same old..."

"My thoughts exactly... Hey, did you want a cigarette or something? I'm going outside to smoke," Ash smiled broadly, her dark eyes sparkling, "Come out and smoke with me. We can talk smack about the guys in the class. Or we can go get some coffee? We should ditch our friends, just to be bitches. I could use some food, my treat?" Her voice lowered with mock seriousness, "It's not like I'm gonna rape you or anything...I'm a girl..."

"Hey, why not?" Lara grinned back into the mirror, flattered to finally talk to someone from her art class, "Shit. I'll try anything...once. I'm up for it. This party blows."

After a short, chilly walk to the College Hill, Lara and Ash arm in arm. "Just like the girls in Paris do, and I've been there," she informed Lara, they settled into a booth at the all-night coffeehouse. Lara and Ashley bonded over black coffee, french fries with mayonnaise, Marlboro Reds, and giggly, gossipy chatter about their mutual classmates in the Art Department. Lara found out Ashley had hooked up with someone Lara went to high school with. He was a dick. Ashley found out that Lara had dated one of Ash's old flames from the Theatre Department. He was a dick, too.

"A rather large dick, indeed," Lara giggled, "If... you know what I mean!"

Ash shot back with a smirk, "And I do! He was a, erm, healthy boy!"

They drank coffee, smoked and talked for hours, the conversation never flagging. Lara was intrigued by Ash's sexy, smoky good looks, her nonchalance, and the fact that she seemed to know...everybody, and their secrets, and she loved to share them. It was fun, flattering, making a new friend, especially one who seemed so interested in her. Ash's conversation, her expressions were so flirtatious, almost ...seductive? "No way...or could it?" Lara thought wickedly, certainly intrigued.

"Hey, it's almost 4 o'clock," Lara stood up, yawning, "I gotta go home. Maybe I'll...see you tomorrow? We could go... shopping or something."

"Come over to my house, I'll cook you dinner," Ashley replied, her eyes smiling an invitation, "It's got to be better than that nasty dorm food. I promise. You can meet my roommates. You'll like them, they're pretty cool. You might have seen me with Jenni? She's into ceramics. We could have... Italian? You can bring the wine?" Ash made a cute frowny-face, cooing, "Pretty please..."

Lara laughed, flattered at the invitation, saying, "I'd love to."

"Goody goody!" Ashley jumped up and pulled Lara to her in a hug, "Let's get us a cab."

Plans were made, cell numbers exchanged, and after a short cab ride, which Ashley demanded to pay for, Lara got to her room, and after finding her suite-mates were out, laid down on her futon, grabbed a quilt, and snuggled in, thinking about her new, mysterious friend, with her dark, sexy eyes and seductive smiles.

Could she be interested in being...more than a friend? Lara had heard the rumours...art students were infamous for their predilections towards the...shall we say... avant-garde. Lara's dickish friend from high school was now an art student, and...notoriously bi-sexual, and she'd slept with him...as had Ashley. Her wicked fantasies sent a familiar spark in motion, and her hand reached to her sex, softly, sleepily stroking.

Lara never had any shortage of hunky guys ready for sexual adventures. She loved guys. She loved sex. She loved the feel of men's bodies, muscled and hard, but had often wondered, especially when she stroked her own soft, rounded curves, her hand slipping between her legs, what it would be like to touch another woman. How did it feel? How do they smell? How do they taste? The thought of another woman seemed so foreign, so forbidden, so taboo, almost unattainable.

Or was it? "Perhaps... I might be able to... find out," she thought deliciously as she fell asleep, "Perhaps."

The next evening Lara, her blond hair whipping in the wind, walked quickly in the crisp fall evening, the leaves blowing around her feet, hugging the newly-bought box of red wine to her chest. "Shouldn't be too much farther," she thought, checking the address that Ash had scrawled on a napkin last night. The apartment, the top floor of a lovely, albeit somewhat shabby, old Victorian house appeared into view and Lara walked up the outside stairs and knocked.

Ash swung the door open and greeted her with a warm hug. "I knew you'd be early! Greetings from Casa Ash!" she said, smiling a welcome, "Come in and sit down. You've brought wine! What a sweetie!"

Lara smiled back and stepped into the apartment. It was painted in bold colors, reds and oranges, and decorated in an art student's idea of a sort-of-Moroccan theme, with second-hand Persian rugs and lot of pillows, big ceramic pots, wall hangings, paintings and drawings everywhere. Ash took the box of wine and Lara's hand and led her into the living room.

"This is my roommate, Jenni, I'm sure you've seen her before..." Ash waved toward the pretty, petite auburn-haired girl curled up on the couch and smiling slyly, "Oh, and Richard's here somewhere...Hey, Richard, come out and greet our guest!"

Richard, thin and rock-star toned, long brown ringlets framing his sharp features, emerged from one of the bedrooms, shirtless, dressed in faded, paint-splattered jeans, and strode across the living room, extending his hand.

"This is Lara? J'approuve!" he said, smiling a crooked half-smile as he kissed Lara's hand, "Ash, you weren't exaggerating. She's gorgeous. Nice work... So, when's dinner?"

Ash replied, glancing sidelong at Richard, her eyebrow cocked, "Settle. It'll be awhile. Let's sit down and have some of this impressive vintage," she started to open the box, "Oooh, last month! That was a great year!"

Ash, Jenni, Richard, and Lara sat down at the large kitchen table and began to sip wine from Jenni's handmade stoneware goblets and the girls buzzed about, preparing the meal. The kitchen started to fill with lovely smells and the sounds of classical music from the stereo. They talked and drank, smoking hand-rolled cigarettes, discussing abstract expressionism, animal rights, Kafka, France, libertarian politics, local bands, and bad poetry.

Dinner was served, pasta, baguettes, and salad, organic, of course, and they took turns trading salacious stories about their professors and fellow students, laughing and joking. They all seemed quite taken with Lara, and she was flattered by their rapt attention. They were so different, much more interesting than her normal friends.

"They like me!" Lara thought happily, "This is so cool!"

After dinner, as they smoked yet another round of cigarettes, and poured yet another round of wine, Ash turned to Lara and suggested, "Lara, did you know that Richard is a fantastic portrait artist? He did all the ones you see hanging on the walls," she waved her hand towards the living room, "Richard," she intoned, "You should sketch her. She brought the wine. She's our guest. It's the least you could do."

"Alright, alright, if you insist. Lara? Would you do me the honor?" Richard extended his hand and led Lara to the couch. He had her lay back on the pillows, placing her arm behind her head.

"Now tilt your face...there." He pushed her chin towards the ceiling, and placed an apple in her other hand, sprawling it across a pillow. Richard's hands positioned her, moving her slightly this way and that, "And bend your knee like this," he spread her legs slightly, "And now... don't move."

He grabbed a pad and some charcoal and began drawing furiously. Jenni and Ash peered over his shoulder, murmuring their approval. Richard stopped drawing and with an impatient wave remarked, "Begone, wenches! To the kitchen with you! You're disturbing the great artiste!"



Ash and Jenni disappeared into the kitchen, giggling and whispering while Richard finished his sketching, "There!" he exclaimed, signing the bottom with a flourish, "It is done! Lara, you can move now. Come, ma jolie... tell me...what do you think?"

Lara peered over Richard's shoulder, and murmured, "Richard...It's lovely. I'm so...flattered. Thank you!"

Ash and Jenni rushed in and voiced their approval, admiring the exquisite sketch.

"The likeness is stunning," Jenni sighed. "He drew you as Aphrodite, see? With the apple in your hand?"

Richard had substituted her jeans and sweater for flowing classical drapery with her breasts bared and flowers in her hair, curving in Botticelli waves. "I hope you don't mind if I took a bit of artistic liberty," He smiled seductively at Lara, his eyes locking on hers, "This is the way I see you."

"I'll treasure it, thank you so much, Richard," Lara breathed, noticing the way he was gazing at her, "I owe you, big time."

Richard never removed his seductive gaze, and half-whispered, "Oh, I'm sure we can think of a way you can repay me..."

"I suppose...I sh...ould be going," Lara stammered, suddenly a bit woozy, noticing the time. "I've got an 8 o'clock tomorrow...Macroeconomics, and there's going to be a test. I should really get going." Lara started for the door, swerving a bit from the ample portions of wine from dinner. "I've really had such a great time...thanks for everything."

Ash put her arm around Lara's shoulder, steadying her, and cooed, "Lara, darling, we're calling you a cab," as she pulled her close. "We can't let you walk home alone in your condition...besides, Jenni and I were talking and we had a great idea. I'll walk you out and we'll talk, okay?"

Ash led her down the steps, the November wind whirling around them. "So, Lara, me and Jenni were thinking," Ash started, her voice purring, "We should throw you a party... I mean, we had such a wonderful time with you tonight, and Richard really likes you. You could be our guest of honor."

"Sure, Ash," Lara said, "We could do this again. I had an amazing time. You guys are really awesome."

"Not a dinner party...actually," Ash's eyes twinkled mischievously, "One of our...special parties. The kind we have with our...bestest friends. I guess most people would call it...an...orgy. But that's such a bourgeois term, is it not?"

"Nuh... uh, you're...joking, right?" Lara giggled, "Very... funny!"

"No. I'm serious," Ash wrapped her arm around Lara's waist, pulling her close. "Me and Richard have been doing this for years. We started back when we were seniors in high school. It's so amazing, you can do anything you want, nobody ever tells, you get your rocks off sooo good... what's not to love? It's very...liberating."

Ash's voice purred as she stared into Lara's eyes, wide with surprise. "Please say yes...we'd have so much fun. We haven't met such a beautiful girl as you in awhile...and besides, if you don't like it, we'll never bother you with it again. I mean... I can't believe you didn't know that this sort of thing is like, so...normal to most...artistic types...it's just the way we...express ourselves." Ash continued, her voice teasing, "And you can invite anyone you want. We'll make sure that they...umm...come... many times! Please, say... yes?"

Ash smoothed Lara's hair off her face, smiling slyly, looking deeply, playfully, into her eyes, "Hey, at least you can say you've been to a proper orgy... it'll be a great story for your grandchildren. You did say... you'd try anything, once, didn't you?"

"I...think...you're...crazy," Lara laughed. "Nobody...tells? Are you sure?"

"Cross my heart," Ash grabbed Lara's hand and crossed her heart with it, sliding Lara's fingertips over her breasts, "Cross your heart." Ash's eyes, locked on Lara's, issued a subtle challenge. "You could...touch me...if you wanted. I want to touch you... so badly."

Lara heard herself say, as shivers ran through her at the thought of such wanton delights, "Okay. Lets...do it. So...can I really have...anyone I want?"

"If we know them, we can get them," Ash smiled broadly, hugging Lara. "Is it a guy or a girl? Ooh, tell me, tell me!"

"I'd like...Che...I know he's a friend of yours." Lara breathed, "Could you get him to...come?"

"Indubitably!" Ash whispered back in Lara's ear, "Very nice choice, if I must say. He'll eat you up with a spoon...So, we're on for Friday? About 8? I'll see you in class on Wednesday, and we'll talk. Oh! I'm so excited! This is gonna be so much fun! I think your cabs here...so," Ash grabbed Lara's face with her hands and kissed her mouth, her full lips brushing Lara's lightly, and called, waving her away, "Au revoir! See you Wednesday in class!"

Lara settled back into the cab seat, studying her drawing. Had she really agreed...to... an orgy? How utterly decadent. Her mind reeled, imagining all the possibilities. She would be touched. She could touch. She could watch, be... watched. She imagined their hands, their mouths, their bodies pressed into hers. Her libido began to rise as she thought of Ash's full soft lips and rounded breasts, her ample curves, Jenni's slim, petite form, Richard's sleek, toned, rock-star body.

And Che, with his dark, smoldering intensity and his powerfully muscled frame, poised, ready to take her with wild abandon. "They want... me," she mused, smiling to herself, "Me."

Che's phone rang, yet again, and he checked the number, the third time in as many minutes, far too often for a Monday morning. "Richard! What the fuck does he want now?" he fumed inwardly, irritated at the interruption of his usual breakfast of espresso and cannabis, and answered.

"Richard! You glorious ass...what in the hell do want at this time of day? Shouldn't you be banging something?"

"Che... my comrade, how are you this fine morning?" Richard purred, "And yes, I do have a glorious ass, thank you. Why am I calling? I need, no...demand... a favor."

"Demand? What the fuck? It better be good, or I'm hanging up." Che intoned, "It it some more of your usual debauchery?"

"Oh, Che, you flatter me," Richard's voice dripped with sarcasm and continued, "Your presence is requested at one of our little soiree's this Friday, and the lass in question has had my every assurance that you will be there. So you will." Richard murmured into the phone, "You won't be disappointed. Remember, from each, according to his ability; to each, according to his need, eh, comrade?""


Art and Orgies and Che



"Really? And what makes you think I'm willing to go... there...again? With you?" Che shot back, "And exactly what sort of hosebeast have you lined up for me to service for your amusement this time? Couldn't you just call up another one of your depraved fuck-buddies?"

"Hosebeast? Not hardly," Richard's voice smirked back, "It's that blond from Ash's Advanced Painting class. Lara. I'm sure she hasn't escaped your eye. She's quite stunning. And, if you must be crass, remember who supplied you with that lovely kif you've been smoking...umm... by the way, were you planning to pay me for that anytime soon?"

"Fine, you got me...I'm completely broke, as usual," Che sighed, resigned to attending yet another of Richard's "special" parties. "Are you sure it's that pretty blond? You'd better not be bullshitting. And just for the record, I won't be paying for this...Right?" he said, inhaling loudly into the phone, and exhaling with a hiss, "When should I be there?"

"8 o'clock...Don't you worry, they'll be plenty of party favors...and. as usual, there's no need to dress up. Methinks... it will be semi-formal... condoms optional," Richard laughed, "You can be fashionably late, if you'd like... I'm sure... we can keep her entertained until you get here. Ciao, bella."

Che snapped his phone shut and stabbed out the spliff into the ashtray. Lara. Her image came to mind, the blandly pretty girl with the blandly pretty paintings, the one who didn't talk much, the one who seemed so...nice and... vanilla? "I guess I read her wrong." Che mused, shaking his head, "Hmm, maybe she's not so...vanilla. More like -- white chocolate? This might be...interesting."

Wednesday at class, Ash waved Lara over to her table, greeting her with kisses on both cheeks, "European-style!" she remarked brightly, and whispered. "It's a go, girl! Che has confirmed! I can't wait...We'll have such an enlightening rendezvous!"

Lara whispered wickedly in Ash's ear, giggling, "Umm, so what does one wear to... an orgy? Enquiring minds want to know."

"Anything that's comfortable, darling," Ash drawled back, "Not that you'll be wearing it for long...anyway. Just make sure your...umm....nether regions are nice and tidy. I know for a fact that Che really gets off on that, n'est-ce pas?"

That Friday, precisely at 8, Lara stopped at Casa Ash's door and raised her fist to knock, pulling her hooded sweatshirt farther over her face. Glancing around nervously, not noticing anyone on the street, butterflies and anticipation rising as fast as her libido, she knocked softly.

The door bounced open, and Ash, her raven hair wavy, wearing a black lace bra which highlighted her ample curves and a black crinoline petticoat, crushed Lara to her in a hug. "Greetings and salutations! I knew you'd come!" she exclaimed, her red lips smiling broadly, "Are you excited? You look very sexy, I love the way you did your makeup! We can't wait to...party with you! This is gonna be so awesome!"

"Hi," Lara said softly as the door slid shut behind her, "You look great, Ash. Like a 50's glamour girl." Lara glanced around to see the living room set with candles, the pillows sprawling on the floor, and the soft sounds of eastern-sitar music playing. Ash slung her arm over Lara's shoulder and led her in.

"I'm...excited, yeah...well, mostly nervous," Lara's eyes darted around the room, "Where's...umm...everyone else?"

"Just getting ready, dear," Ash cooed, her dark eyes searching Lara's, "Ooh! By the way, Jenni and I bought you a little something to wear...to get you into the spirit of ...the festivities." She thrust a tissue-wrapped package into Lara's hands. "Open it! We saw this in a vintage dress shop, and we couldn't help ourselves."

Lara tore open the tissue and inside was a very pretty long white satin slip, bias cut, trimmed in lace. It felt heavy and rich in her hands as she slid her fingertips over the silky fabric. "It's...beautiful," Lara murmured, "Thank you, you're too sweet."

"Try it on, try it on!" Ash trilled, her eyes sparkling, "The bathroom should be open, you know where it is ... past the kitchen. I think Jenni's done in there... not that those sweats you're wearing aren't appealing!" Ash laughed, her voice low, "We just thought our guest of honor could use some, umm, inspiration."

In the bathroom, Lara slipped off her sweatpants and hooded top. She hadn't bothered to wear any underwear, fearing to leave any marks on her newly-scrubbed and shaved skin. Sliding the satin garment over her head, she stopped to smooth it over her body, feeling the sensuous fabric. Her nipples stood out proudly, the silky fabric clinging to her every curve. Lara twisted to see the back, which plunged deeply, accentuating her firm, round ass. She steadied herself, stopping to splash a little water on her face, taking care to not smear her carefully applied dark eye makeup, heavy and smoky, like... Ash's. Her heart was pounding, and her libido was raging. She'd spent the last few nights furiously masturbating and fantasizing wildly about tonight, and now it was...here.

Ash, opening a bottle of champagne, voiced her approval as Lara stepped from the bathroom. "You look exquisite!" she breathed, "Turn around! Do a spin, let me see!"

Lara twirled, the satin floating against her skin. "Do you love it? Let's have a toast, just you and me," She continued, her eyes searching Lara's body, as she poured the sparkling wine, "To you. To tonight. And to...artistic expression."

Lara and Ash clinked glasses, staring deeply into each others eyes. Jenni appeared, dressed in a short plaid pleated skirt and a tight, almost see through, wife-beater tank top, stretched over her barely-a-handful-sized breasts, shoulder-length auburn hair in pigtails, holding a stoneware platter. "How do I look?" she giggled, spinning around, flashing her small, firm, nude ass, "Yea-ahh! Naughty catholic girl in da house! Oh my god, Lara! You look like a goddess! Don't we have the best taste?" she squealed, thrusting out the platter invitingly, "Party favors, anyone?"

She held the platter out to Ash and Lara, pointing and explaining excitedly, "Those big round ones are the X, the little yellow ones are valiums, these white ones -- muscle relaxers, they come heartily recommended, and hand's off the little blue footballs...that's for the boys only, and of course, if you want some herbal refreshments...Richard?" she called over her shoulder, "Where's the smoke?"

Richard's voice called from the other room, "Patience, patience. I'll be out in a bit. You'll just have to wait. Have a nice drink with our guest, Jenni dear, si vous plait?"



"Are you partaking, Lara?" Jenni's eyes danced, "I know I am!" Jenni scooped up some of the pharmaceuticals and washed them down with her entire glass of champagne, "Yummy! Who needs a refill?"

Ash made her choices, swallowing them like candy, and remarked coyly to Lara as she surveyed the platter, "Try the muscle relaxers...It'll only chill you, ever so...You'll really be able to...flow...with the moment. Open up, baby...take your medicine like a good girl." She reached out to place some white pills on Lara's tongue. Lara swallowed obediently, her eyes locked on Ash's darkly seductive gaze, her full lips.

"Let's sit down, and have some more bubbly. Can I brush your hair? It's so...silky. It'll relax you while we wait for the...magic to kick in. I'll grab a brush." Ash's long fingers stroked her hair, and she cooed, "Sit on the floor, over there," she pointed to a large pile of brightly-colored pillows. "I'll be right back... Jenni, could you get us some more champagne and then see what's keeping Richard? Tell him to hurry up and get out here, I think you two should give our goddess... a little show."

Lara leaned back against the piled pillows, sipping her champagne, electrical anticipation flowing over her. Ash reappeared and settled in behind Lara, nestling her between her legs, her skin smelling of jasmine and sandalwood. Lara leaned back against her billowing petticoat, her bare back nestling against Ash's full breasts.

"That's it, so nice and comfy," she purred into Lara's ear, her lips nuzzling against it, "Just relax." Ash began stroking the brush through Lara's long hair while her other hand began to glide around her neck and shoulders in lazy circles. "Oooh, you're so tense," she whispered as she stroked her shoulders, her back. "I'll give you a proper massage in a bit," she breathed, "I can do it while we watch our show... I'll help you relax. Your skin is so soft, and mmm, you smell good...You're so sweet...Tell me... do you like me... touching you?

Lara, her eyes shut dreamily, drank in the feel of Ash's fingertips on her bare skin. Her touch was so soft, light, fluttery, like butterfly kisses. It sent shivers down her spine, and she began to stretch, rubbing against the soft, warm body pressed into hers. "Mmm, yesss," Lara exhaled, "I like it...a lot."

Ash swept Lara's hair off her neck, her lips grazing Lara's neck, lightly nuzzling. "Kiss me," she whispered, "Have you ever kissed a woman before?"

Lara turned, facing Ash and met her seductive gaze. Her eyes widened as she murmured back, tilting her face towards Ash's, "Never ever. Cross my heart." Lara put Ash's hand to her chest, crossing her heart, making sure to slide her fingertips over her nipples, hard with desire, "But... I'd like to. With you."

"Oooh, your first...I'm so honored." Ash whispered, her lips brushing Lara's. Ash's mouth opened Lara's as she pressed her full lips against Lara's, her tongue sliding in softly. Ash's tongue began to explore her mouth, her tongue, her hands stroking Lara's hair. Ash broke the kiss gently, her tongue sliding along Lara's cheek, whispering in Lara's ear, "How was that? Did you... like it?"

"Mmm," Lara sighed, "That was...wonderful,." She wrapped her arms around Ash, her blue eyes wide, and held her close, her pink mouth opening for another kiss, "Let's do it...again."

Ash and Lara began kissing deeply, their hands gliding over each other's smooth skin. Lara kissed Ash's neck, drinking in her scent, nuzzling, licking, as Ash reached up to cup Lara's firm, rounded breasts. Ash's fingertips swirled over Lara's nipple, hardened with desire, slipping under the satin and lace.

"You're so... gorgeous," Ash murmured into Lara's ear, "You look good enough to eat..." She slid down the lace strap from Lara's shoulder, exposing her firm, rounded globe and tan areola, the nipple erect. Ash's tongue darted softly against the stiff bud, swirling, licking, softly sucking.

Lara stared down at the dark-haired beauty as she continued to nuzzle and probe her nipple as her other hand stroked and caressed the other satin-covered mound. Lara threw her head back as soft heavy breaths escaped her lips. "Mmm...yess...lick me..." she whispered, aroused beyond belief by the sight a woman's mouth at her breast. "Oooh...that feels... sooo good...so fucking good..."

Ash's eyes stared up at Lara's face, delighting in her arousal. Her hands slid down, across Lara's belly to the slight hollows of her hips, stroking her thighs, her fingertips gliding. "You're doing so good," Ash cooed, her voice sultry and low, "You like me touching you, don't you?" Lara's soft moans were her answer. "Do you want to touch me?"

Ash pulled away, her eyes locking on Lara's, wide with desire. She undid the catch of her lacy black bra and it fell to the floor. Cupping her own breasts, she pressed them up, offering them to Lara. "Do you like them, baby? ... show me...kiss them..."   

Lara leaned over, her lips reaching, and took Ash's dark nipple into her mouth. Her tongue swirled it, marveling at the sensation. Lara's searching pink mouth turned from one to the other, licking, kissing, her libido cresting with each new touch. Lara felt a warm electric pulse flowing in her, through her. Ash, her hands cupping and kneading her mounds, whispered encouragement, "Now harder...that's it...suck it...suck me..."

"Well, well," a voice drawled from above, "What a pretty sight. You just couldn't wait for me, could you Ash? And hello, Lara. I see you're making yourself at home..." Richard said, his lips twisted into a sexy smirk, and called to the other room. "Jenni, my pet, you're missing a spectacular sapphic show! Ashley, I thought...we were summoned to entertain...you two."

"Richard," Ash's eyes sparkled, "and entertain us you shall. Lara and I were... just getting acquainted. Did you remember to bring us one of your, ahem, herbal cigarettes? And...get our guest of honor some more champagne before you start, if you please? "

Lara's glass was refilled, and Ash snuggled in next to her, puffing her joint. "Did you want a taste, darling?" she whispered. "It's a "special" blend." Lara took a spicy drag and felt a warm, lightheaded feeling wash over her. She leaned her head on Ash's shoulder, as Ash cooed, "Feelin' good, baby? Those muscle relaxers should be taking hold, huh? Look...I think...they're ready...for us..."

Richard threw off his t-shirt, baring his toned abs and chest, and sprawled on the couch. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans, his eyes never leaving Lara's, as Jenni bounced into the room. She knelt on the floor, giggling as he pulled her between his legs.

"Service me," he intoned, focused on his rapt audience, as he leaned back against the cushions. Jenni's hands reached up and tugged at his jeans, revealing his cock, well shaped and circumcised, already thick and hard, set against his light brown, curly thatch. She began to fondle and stroke, her smiling gaze turning to Lara and Ash. "Ahh yess...that's it..." Richard breathed, "That's my naughty girl...you like cocks...don't you..."

"Mmm... yes I do," Jenni whispered, looking over her shoulder at the two girls on the floor, "I want to please you, Richard...what would you want...me to do...to you?"

Richard's eyes flashed with lust as he whispered back, "Show me how much you love cocks...." Jenni's pink mouth opened, her lips slipping over the smooth dark skin of his throbbing cock. Her fingers stroked the base as her head moved up and down, slowly savoring his firm pole, basking in her audience's attention.

Richard, his lustful gaze never leaving Lara's eyes, gripped the back of Jenni's head and thrust deep into her mouth. His hips pumped into her as he moaned softly, mouthing kisses to Lara and Ash, licking his lips, teasing them with his eyes. "Do want some of this?" He breathed, "Some of my fucking cock? I want to give it to you...so baddd..."

Lara's head swam as she took in the wanton display unfolding before her eyes. Ash, her voice soft and low, whispered a running commentary in her ear, "Look at how she fucks him with her mouth...she's taking that hard cock...he loves it...look at him...he's watching us...watching him..."

Lara whispered back, her desire spiking as she drank in his soft groans, lost in his erotic gaze, "I can't...wait...he looks so...fucking hot..." Ash finished with the joint, and wrapped her arms around Lara, holding her close, her lips brushing Lara's cheek, her hands gliding over Lara's satin- covered body, now quivering with desire.

A soft knock was heard at the door, followed by a muffled voice. Richard, his hands releasing his grip, swiveled his eyes to the door. "Jenni, dear," he breathed out. "It seems our other guest has decided to grace us with his presence. Get the door." He hiked up his jeans, shaking his long curls from his face, and smirked at Ash and Lara, his eyebrow raised, "Methinks the party has just begun...for real..."

Jenni adjusted her skirt, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and opened the door. "Che! How good to see you!" she said brightly, giving him a hug, "You're late...as usual. We're...just getting warmed up. Can I get you a drink? Do you want your regular? Jack Daniels? Neat?" Jenni scurried to the kitchen, glancing over her shoulder, stifling a giggle, her voice trailing behind her. "You've got some catching up to do!"

Che stepped in, his eyes taking in the scene before him. Candles? Check. The heady scent of marijuana? Check. Soft, atmospheric fuck-music? Check. The usual suspects? Jenni -dressed like a schoolgirl, Richard - lounging on the couch, obviously aroused, smoking a cigarette, and fem-fatale Ash - her breasts bare, snuggling on the floor, kissing and caressing ...the guest of honor. Check and check-mate.

"And quite the honored guest she is," Che mused, "She looks...more...enthusiastic... than they usually do." Sometimes, the "guest stars" at these regular little debacles were impossibly wasted and just a bit too... you could say... "compliant." His eyes lingered on her lithe, shapely satin-covered form as she stared up at him, her long golden hair straight and silky, her darkly lined blue eyes wide and shining, full of lust and most likely, a few chemicals, her lips parted in a sly smile, moist and pink.

"Evening, partygoers," he said dryly, as he pulled off his fatigue jacket and threw it on the floor, revealing his darkly muscular form clad in a tight black tee and ragged jeans, "Don't stop on my account.... So, what are we all up to tonight? Sacrificing a virgin?" He demurred, his dark eyes never leaving Lara's, "Or just the usual...sex, drugs and...sitar music?"

"Hardly a virgin, Che," Ash drawled back, "And her name is Lara...but I think you two have already met. You... were specifically requested by our guest of honor, right, baby?" Ash stroked Lara's hair languidly, her voice soft, "Go and greet Che, if you'd like...I'm sure he would...like to get to know you better."

Lara rose, her eyes downcast, her heart pounding in her chest as she crossed the room, her arms extending gracefully. His smoldering gaze fixed on hers as she tilted her face to his and wrapped her arms around him, her pink lips reaching to his for a kiss. "I'm so glad you came," she breathed, their mouths nearly touching. "We've met...sort of. I've been wanting...to get to know you...for some time."

Che's hands went to Lara's face and he kissed her deeply, his full lips firm, his tongue insistent, penetrating her mouth. "Give her what she wants," he thought, "Most likely she's wasted, and she wants it bad." Lara reveled in the feel of his lips, his tongue, his soft facial hair brushing her cheek. Che's hands slid down from her face, gliding along her shiny, lightly scented hair, down, down, along her slim waist, cupping her satin-covered ass, pressing her to him, his cock thickening at the thoughts of what he'd be doing to her. Soon.

"And know me you shall...as many times as you want." he murmured in her ear, holding her slim firm body to his, his hands exploring the curves of her back. At the least, this would be less of a chore than some of the other, err, "soirees," his attendance was demanded at. At the most...it could be very...gratifying.

Che released his embrace, whispering to Lara, "Go sit down now and...chill. I'll be back for you...in a bit. We'll have plenty of...time... to get to know each other."

Che sat down next to Richard, throwing his arm over Richard's shoulder. "But for now, I think I'll have some party favors...and...get properly prepared. I'm pretty sure that a little chemical enhancement is in order...right, Richard? I can see you've already indulged," Che said with a sarcastic smile, as he glanced down at Richard's ample assets. "A little Sildenafil, perhaps? Now, remember...if your erections last more than four hours..."

"Give me a call, fuck the doctor!" Richard shot back with a grin and called to the kitchen, "Jenni, fetch the party platter along with Che's drink."

Jenni sashayed back from the kitchen, drink and platter in hand, "Che baby, here ya go... and don't take too many, dearie. You know how you can get," she smirked.




Art and Orgies and Che



"Fuck you, Jenni," Che spat back, his dark eyes smoldering as he took what was offered, "Or you'll do...what?"

"Oh, I plan to...Che. If you... can handle me," Jenni purred, "Now just remember, you promised." She plunked herself down next to Richard, her head on his shoulder. "Two boys, one girl, one couch...I like this scenario," she cooed as she began to kiss and nuzzle his ear, her hand snaking down over Richard's chest.

He pushed it away, hissing, "Down, girl. Che and I want to...chat awhile...and get in the spirit of the festivities. Give us a minute, would ya?" He turned and whispered in her ear, "Join the girls on the floor...I'm sure you can work off that...excess energy of yours. Then...we'll join you, love. Oh, and see to it that our guest of honor is...served well, hmm?"

"Whoo hoo! Girl pile!" Jenni laughed as she dove from the couch and crawled across the floor, "Make room for me!" She giggled, as she snuggled in between Lara and Ash, "So nice and comfy!"

"You know...you girls are a tad...overdressed," Richard's said, his voice low and sultry, "Ash, Jenni...you really should take care of that," From their vantage point on the couch, Che and Richard lit a joint, taking deep drags. "We'll let them...inspire us for awhile, eh?" Richard exhaled with a smirk, "Let's see just how many "inspirations" they have."

Ash stood, wiggling out of her fluffy crinoline, tossing it aside, stretching and arching, her pale skin glowing in the candlelight, her curves ample, ripe. She held out her arms to Lara, cooing, "Stand up, baby. I'll help you...lift your arms, that's right." Lara stood as Ash slipped the satin gown over her head. It dropped to the floor with a swish as Ash embraced Lara, her lips brushing her neck. Nude, her nipples stiffening in the cool air, Lara felt another pair of arms wrapping around her and she turned to see Jenni, wiggling up from behind, naked, her face buried in Lara's hair. The three girls kissed, Lara twisting, turning from Ash's full soft lips to Jenni's, their six hands exploring, gliding over each others bodies, sparks flowing between them.

Lara turned to face Jenni, her eyes taking in her petite, slim body, her puffy pink nipples, her flat stomach, her tiny red triangle. "Do you like what you see?" Jenni smiled, "I really like what I see... you're a goddess. Bodies like yours," she sighed, her hands reaching to stroke Lara's cheek, "Should be...worshipped."

"She's right...lay down, baby," Ash murmured, "Let us... worship you. Hands behind your head...lean back...we'll do all the work." Lara leaned back against the pillows, shutting her eyes dreamily, as waves of anticipation flowed through her. Ash and Jenni settled in on either side, eager to ravish their new plaything under the watchful gaze of the men, smoking and whispering conspiratorially on the couch, their eyes hooded and smoldering with lust.

Ash began kissing Lara's forehead, cheeks, eyelids, murmuring words of approval and encouragement as Jenni fondled their new golden-haired toy. Jenni's hands went to Lara's heaving breasts, circling and cupping, her fingertips stroking and rolling her nipples. "Suck her, Jenni," Ash whispered as Lara shivered deliciously, her excitement building as Jenni's mouth went to her nipple, drawing it in, her tongue darting against the puckered bud, her fingers stroking Lara's other firm mound, massaging, squeezing.

Lara, her eyes shut dreamily, drank in the sensations of feminine lips at her breast, sets of soft hands stroking her, the wild taboo deeply arousing her. Opening her eyes, she took in the shocking sight of the dark beauty caressing her body, the pig-tailed redhead, her pink mouth at Lara's rounded, heaving breasts, and the men sprawled on the couch devouring her nakedness and arousal with their dark, rapacious gaze, their hands straying to their bulging crotches.

Ash's finger slid over her flat stomach, down the hollows of her hipbones, her red nails raking softly lower, lower, to her lightly curled pubic triangle, across her thighs. Her fingers circled gently, zeroing in, brushing Lara's now moist, pulsing pussy. "How's this?" Ash cooed, her mouth on Lara's ear, "Do you like the ways...we worship you? Do you want me touching you...here?"

Lara's breathing deepened, her chest rising against Jenni's mouth, her back arching, as she squirmed under the delicious, heady feel of soft lips at her nipples and fingertips stroking her thighs, gliding along her pussy. "Yesss...I like it...mmm," Lara exhaled, her hips making little involuntary thrusts against Ash's probing fingers, "Touch me...some more."

Ash's hands slid along the insides of Lara's thighs, parting them. Her fingers started to stroke, sliding along her inner lips, now slick with desire. "You're so nice and wet," Ash purred, gazing at Lara's bare pussy, "And soft and clean. I like it bare." Ash dipped a finger into Lara's soaking slit, thrusting softly, first one, then two, gliding in and out, feeling Lara's pussy tighten and thrust back against her hand. Ash withdrew her fingers, putting them to her tongue, tasting her wetness. "You taste good," she breathed, her voice sultry, "I want to taste you...more. Do you want me to?"

Lara nodded, her eyes wide, moaning softly as Ash's head dipped down. Her hands parted Lara's legs as she squirmed into position between Lara's shivering thighs. Jenni withdrew from Lara's nipples, lips wet and pink from her enthusiastic oral caresses, and leaned back on the pillows to watch, her hand slipping between her legs. "Fuck her with your mouth, Ash," Jenni uttered wantonly, her fingers sliding over her sparse, fiery-colored thatch, "Show our goddess how good a girl can make her feel...worship that pussy."

Ash's head dipped low, her tongue darting into Lara's wet pink slit, parting her lips, slipping inside. She slowly licked the length of her pussy, the flat of her tongue warm and thick against Lara, feeling the rushes of pleasure lap over her with each new stroke. Ash swirled her clit, erect and pulsing, settling her mouth over the stiff bud, her fingers assisting by pulling back the soft folds, exposing her hardness.

"Oooh, look at thisss," she whispered, "You're so hard. Like a tiny cock." Lara groaned, her eyes wide, as she watched Ash take the small bud into her mouth, and began sucking softly, her full lips pressing against Lara's pubic bone. Lara's breathing deepened, her moans becoming stronger, as Ash thrust two fingers inside her spasming wet cunt, pistoning in matching rhythm to her mouth, now sucking hard on her clit.

"Look at me, Lara," Jenni murmured, her voice low, "Watch me come with you. That's it...come on...unnhhh...uhnnn..." Lara glanced away from the fascinatingly lewd display of Ash's face between her legs, catching sight of Jenni, her fingers whirling on her own hard clit, other fingers sliding in and out of her pink slit, her slim, toned legs spread wide, her raptured gaze focused on Ash's lips as they bought Lara ever closer to climax.

Lara felt herself succumbing to a powerful crescendo, her orgasm building to violent waves that flooded her entire being. Her climax broke over her as she thrust against Ash's face, her hands holding Ash's head tightly, and she ground against her roughly, her pussy throbbing. Lara threw her head back, groaning as the strong waves of her orgasm reached their apogee. Spent and throbbing, Lara jerked Ash's sopping face from between her legs, holding it in her hands, her fingers slipping inside Ash's mouth to touch the tongue that had given her so much pleasure.

Ash, smiling lustfully, sucked Lara's fingers as her eyes sparkled. "She's so...fucking hot and nasty," Ash thought wickedly. "What a little slut. I'll bet there's no end to the things we can get her to do...eventually."

Jenni's moans were turning into wails, and Ash and Lara turned to her. Jenni's eyes were locked on them as she masturbated rapidly, her fingers feverishly stroking, now close to orgasm herself. "You fucking bitches," she hissed, "You hot fucking bitches...oooh...I'm fucking coming...god...yesss...ahhhh...nhhhh...." Jenni's wails subsided to a soft moan as her hands slowed their pace, her orgasm crashing over her.

"Kiss her, Lara," Ash cajoled, "Come here, babies. Let's all...share." Ash, Lara, and Jenni embraced, rolling together, their arms and legs wrapping around each other, their lips and tongues exploring, savoring the intoxicating thrill of new-found playthings.

"My turn," Ash pushed herself away and rose, stretching prettily, her hand reaching for Lara, still holding Jenni as they snuggled in post-orgasmic afterglow.

Ash murmured, her eyes heavy with lust. "Come to me, mon petit esclave, I'm aching for you." Ash settled in a spot amongst the pillows directly in front of the couch, in full view of Richard and Che, as she beckoned Lara to her. Ash arched her back, tossing her dark waves off her face, her legs spreading, her eyes issuing an invitation to Lara.

"I think it's time for our little goddess to learn to...reciprocate. Would you like to, baby?" Ash purred, her voice teasing, an eyebrow arched for the Richard and Che, "I'll start for you, if you'd like."

Ash's fingers dipped between her legs, parting her sex, her voice low and sultry, "See how hot and wet I am for you? Kiss it, baby...don't be shy." Jenni and Lara released their embrace as Lara turned toward Ash, her wide eyes transfixed on the sight of Ash's wet pussy, flushed dark pink, spread open wantonly as her long red-tipped fingers stroked and rubbed.

Jenni licked her lips, smiling at Lara, her tongue reaching out lewdly. "Give it a try...you'll love it...I just know you will. I'll leave you two alone, if you don't mind...I'm gonna get a drink, and hang out with the boys." She pushed herself up, her light green eyes sparkling, "I pretty sure I'm gonna want one!"

Ash's hand crept up, massaging the back of Lara's head, her fingers sifting through the long golden strands, watching them fall. Lara slid into place beside her, her face lowering. Ash's back arched as her rounded hips made slight thrusts towards Lara's reaching mouth, as Ash cooed, "That's it...lick me, baby... touch me with your mouth."

Lara shut her eyes and reached down, her tongue darting hesitantly against the soft, slick flesh. "Ummm...that's nice," Ash exhaled, her long red nails raking the sparse dark strip of curls, "Mmmm...keep going...you're doing great....suck that pussy, baby."

Lara's heart pounded as she reached out to lap the length of her slit with her tongue, her lips meeting the bare skin, thrusting and exploring. "It tastes...sweet," she marveled to herself as her tongue dipped deeper, licking and nuzzling Ash's cleft. Ash murmured her approval, encouraging Lara on with her soft, sensuous moans.

Adjusting her position, Lara's eyes darted about the room, seeing Jenni, still nude, curled in a chair, sipping wine, her expression dreamlike. She then caught sight of Che and Richard, close on the couch, their eyes focused on her like lasers, their cocks spilling from the tops of their lowered jeans, fists clenched around their stiff poles, pumping, as they masturbated to the scene before them. Che found her gaze, his eyes challenging hers as he rhythmically mouthed, "Fuck me...Fuck me..."

Lara, intoxicated by the unusual sensations of her mouth on Ash's warm slick pussy and the erotic view of the two men stroking themselves to ecstasy, re-doubled her efforts, her tongue lapping, swirling, darting. She found Ash's clit, engorged, throbbing, and settling her mouth over it, began sucking, drawing in the slippery flesh. Ash's hips bucked, her hands firm on the back of Lara's head, undulating under her oral caress, grinding into her face.

"Unhhh...yess...ohh god...fucking suck me," Ash purred, shaking her raven hair off her face, her head thrown back, "That's it...you little bitch...fucking suck me...suck me..." Lara glanced up, spying Richard and Che, one hand each flying at their cocks, the other stroking each other's cheeks as they kissed lasciviously, their tongues thick in each other's mouths, inflamed beyond belief by the witness of Lara's new-found oral skills.

Lara's libido crested anew, her mind clouded with lust as Ash's moans deepened, feeling a rush of power as she brought her closer to orgasm. "My hot little slut, my fucking whore, my little golden slut, my nasty little bitch," cycled rapidly though Ash's mind as she began to climax, strong waves building as she gazed at the golden sapphic virgin who was worshipping at her pussy. "Ohhh...my godddd....Unhgghh...yesss..." she groaned, her hips undulating as the spasms of ecstasy flooded her, her moans continuous, "Ahhh, fuck...yesss...uhnnn...ahnnn...I'm fucking...cominggg...."

Lara felt the tiny hard bud between her lips convulse as Ash's groans reached their pitch, and continued to suck, slower, softer, pulling off gently, her mouth throbbing, soaked with Ash's delicious release. Ash's grip on Lara's head relaxed, and Lara pulled herself up by one elbow, her fingers rubbing the sticky dew over her slick, bruised lips, savoring the heady taste of her first pussy, her jaw stiff, aching. "I did it," She thought wildly, triumphantly, "That was...luscious."

Ash stretched, her back arching, as she let out a soft chuckle, her eyes heavy. "Damn, girl," she breathed as she pulled herself to sitting, "You eat pussy like a pro...you sure you're not gay?"

Lara caught Ash's mischievous, smoky gaze and smiled slyly back, suddenly shy. Jenni giggled from across the room, a cigarette between her lips, "Like they say on "Seinfeld." Not that there's anything wrong with that, eh?"

"Interesting theory, Ashley," a voice intoned, low and sultry, "But, ultimately flawed." Lara turned towards the voice, looking up to see Richard and Che standing above her, their stiff cocks spilling from their undone jeans, inches from her face. Che continued, drawling, his eyes smoldering with lust, "And we intend to conduct our own independent research on the subject...now."

Che and Richard reached down, grabbing Lara by her upper arms, their four hands assisting her to her feet. She felt her knees buckling as they led her to the couch, two sets of masculine lips nuzzling at her cheek. Lara turned her face towards Che, her eyes wide, suddenly shivery with wild thoughts of what was about to unfold. "Wha...aa...tt, do you...want... me to do?" she whispered to him, their lips nearly touching.

"Get on your knees. On the couch, here," Che purred as he guided her into place. "Rest you head on the cushions...that's it...don't be afraid. We won't bite...unless you want us to." Lara tucked her knees under her, resting her face on her forearms, arching her back cat-like, her firm rounded ass in full display. She shivered in anticipation, electric pathways coursing over her, as she watched them shed their jeans, whispering to each other, their eyes heavy lidded with lust.

Che bent down, his hands stroking Lara's hair, smoothing it off her face, and whispered, "Your choice, baby...who do you want to fuck you first?"

"I...want you...Che," Lara whispered back, her eyes locked in his smoldering gaze, "you." Lara shut her eyes dreamily as he slid onto position on the couch and readied himself behind her, his hands warm and rough at her waist. Che stared down at Lara poised beneath him, her golden hair, her curved, lightly muscled back tapering to a slim waist, her hips slightly rounded, her ass firm and heart-shaped. He ran his hands along the flat of her back, along the sides of her hips, over her ass-cheeks, drinking in the feel of her silky skin.

He cupped her ass, pressing it up and in, her back arching deeper, her pussy opening up to his hands. Gripping the firm cheeks, his thumbs spread her bare pussy lips, dark pink and still flushed from her orgasm. Her sharp intake of breath signaled her arousal as Che continued to probe her gently, his fingers slipping inside. "You're so tight," he sighed, "So fucking wet and tight..."

Che steeled himself as he positioned behind her, his dusky cock head slipping between her slick folds. "Do you want me?" he breathed, his voice low, "I want...me...inside you. All of me." His hands slid to her hips, his fingers curving around her hipbones as he pushed into her with a sudden, sharp thrust.

His rigid, throbbing rod swiftly hit rock bottom, pounding her cervix over and over, as Lara threw her head back, her mouth open, her breathing deepening with each strong thrust. Her shining hair brushed her back, whipping back and forth as Che found his rhythm, hard and fast, his hips pumping her, his groin slapping her ass as he ground away, his hands urging her hips to his.

Lara's swooned, marveling at the feel of his rock-hard erection and the rough, delicious friction of Che's enthusiastic thrusting. Her pussy, still wet and pulsing from her earlier climax, began to arouse again, fully opening to his thrusts. One of his hands left their grip on her hips, reaching to knot her hair around his fist, lifting her to him as he slowed his pace, relishing her tight, wet pussy.

Che pulled her face to his, reaching for her moaning pink mouth, his full lips on hers, his tongue penetrating her thickly. Her smooth back pressed against his chest as she twisted her face to his, her mouth on Che's, his tongue probing in rhythm to the long, slow strokes of his throbbing pole.

He released her hair, letting slip between his fingers, his thrusting slowing further as his hands cupped her round breasts, pressing them flat to her chest, crushing her to him. "Mmmm," he exhaled into her ear, his searching mouth catching the lobe with his teeth, "You're so fucking hot... I could fuck you all night."

"But that wouldn't be fair, would it? We'd all like a turn, right, Che?" Lara's eyes snapped open to see Richard's lean form standing next to her, a sly half smile on his lips, his brown curls obscuring his eyes. "Some of us haven't yet tasted her...wares."

"Take her mouth," Che commanded flatly, his dark eyes locked on Richard's. "Let me... finish." Lara turned to face Che, her round blue eyes registering shock. Che's voice purred into her ear, "You can handle it, my pretty baby. Suck his cock... while I... fuck you."

Richard swung a knee to the couch, his hands reaching to Lara's face. Lara dropped to all fours, her eyes fixed on the pulsing veined rod that was inches from her mouth. Richard's hands were sliding along her cheeks, her hair, lifting her face towards him, his cock brushing her pout. A finger went to her lips, parting them, pushing in to caress her tongue. He withdrew his finger, wet with Lara's saliva and traced around her mouth, wetting her lips. "My, my, what a lovely mouth you have, my dear," he smirked, "All the better to suck me with."

Lara, her eyes shutting, felt the rounded head slip between her moistened lips. It slid in easily, Richard making small thrusts, withdrawing and re-penetrating, stopping to rub his now-slick cock head against her pink pout. His arousal deepened as he pumped slowly, softly, in Lara's mouth, her tongue tentative as she responded to another forbidden taboo, now broken. Lara, her eyes shut tightly, her mind reeling, roused beyond belief to the provocative twin sensations of Richard's hands firm on her head, his velvety shaft in her mouth, Che's throbbing cock, grinding into her relentlessly..

Richard stared at the wanton coupling before him, his eyes clouded with lust, his cock gliding rhythmically into Lara's mouth. Che's thrusts began to quicken, forcing Lara's head forward with each rough stroke, pushing her dripping mouth ever deeper along Richard's rigid shaft.

Che shifted his gaze from the lustful sight of his thick rod disappearing into Lara's tight pink slit, catching Richard's hypnotic eyes, now fixed on his, issuing a challenge, almost... taunting him. "Don't do this to me, you fuck," Che thought wildly, "You know I'm not...gay...I don't...want...you. I want...her."




Art and Orgies and Che



Che moaned, his eyes still locking Richard's, his climax rising along with his ire, "You like this, baby? You like...two cocks in you?"

Che groaned, his voice thick, his libido spiking in spite of himself at Richard's erotic gaze openly directed at him. He continued, taunting Richard with his voice, "Two cocks in you? My fucking cock...wants you...uhhnn...You like it?...uhhh...Oh, Jesus...fuck...ahggnn..."

Che felt his orgasm rushing through him, every fiber of his being taut and begging for release as he thrust into her savagely. Lara could only manage a muffled "Nnnggh...nnnggh...nnngh," as her breaths escaped her mouth, full with Richard's rigid pole.

Richard, sensing his comrade's impending climax, softly moaned, "Paint her ass, Che...paint her." Che's orgasm exploded as he complied, pulling out of Lara's throbbing pussy, his thick seed spurting against her ass-cheeks as he groaned his release.   

Lara felt the gush of hot sperm hitting her as Richard, his lust inflamed by his tag-team partner's orgasm, moaned wantonly as his stiff cock assaulted her mouth. He thrust his hips sharply, his rod slipping into Lara's throat, sliding down deeply as he felt her open to him. His hands were strong on the back of her head as he pinned her lips flat against his groin, fucking her face, as he raced to climax. Lara gagged as his orgasm exploded in her throat, his cock pulsing for what seemed like an eternity as Richard writhed, moaning his ecstasy.

Richard released his grip on Lara's head, pulling off as Lara gasped for breath, her eyes wild, her mouth hot and throbbing. Che, still poised behind her, lifted her to him, kissing her cheek, her neck, his lips soft and comforting as he hugged her from behind. Lara felt his cock, still hard against her as he pressed her close, whispering, "You fucked two cocks, didn't you, you fucking hot little bitch? Did you... like it?"

Lara moaned softly as Che purred obscenely in her ear, his lips at her cheek. Richard leaned in, his mouth twisted into a smirk as he reached to Lara's cheek, bending it upwards for a kiss. "You certainly are a delight, mon cherie," he murmured, his eyes intense, "That was wonderful...for a warm up. But...I'm looking...forward to...this." Richard's hand slid down between her legs, his fingers dipping into her soaking slit. "You take a break, my goddess. Have a drink, and we'll...commune. Bet on it."

"Give it a rest, Richard." Che intoned, his voice low, "For fuck-sake, leave her alone for a minute, would you? Go amuse yourself with the other girls. They've been... watching and waiting patiently, I'm sure they'd love to give you a go." Che turned Lara towards him, his hands cradling her head as she burrowed her face into his broad shoulder, settling them into sitting on the couch, her legs wrapping his, reveling in his touch, his firm, muscled body, his musky scent, the feel of his soft facial hair as it rested against her forehead. "You can go now," Che said flatly to Richard, his eyes narrow and hooded, "Give us some...time."

Che leaned back against the couch cushions, his heart still racing from his climax, one strong arm wrapped around Lara, her face still hidden in the hollow of his shoulder. "You...need a cigarette?" he murmured to her, "Or a drink or something? I could use...one." Che reached for a smoke, lighting it, inhaling deeply.

Lara, feeling spent and lightheaded, murmured, "No," against his chest, her mind swimming from the combination of chemicals and wild sex. "I really did it... I fucked two men at once ...and was...watched?" She thought, her arousal stirring at the delicious memory, "I can't believe I...sucked pussy. And came with a woman... shared my body with... people I barely know? And liked it?" Lara felt suddenly self- conscious, shivering a little from the thought of her deeds and the cool air on her nude body.

She nestled into the warmth of Che's body, sliding her hand across his muscled chest, down to his cock, still thick and pulsing, her fingertips brushing it softly, marveling at the feel. "Che," she whispered slyly, "Did I prove your theory? So, do you still think I'm gay?"

"Not at all," Che teased back as he exhaled, the smoke wafting over them, "How about me? You saw me...with Richard, when I was watching you. Do you think...I'm gay? Because I'm not...it's just...very complicated, and a very...long story."

Lara tilted her face to Che's, her eyes searching his, "No. Not at all. You...I mean me...we're just...liberated...expressing ourselves. Artistically, right?"

"I suppose...you could call it that." Che answered, slightly puzzled, as his gaze shifted to the floor, "Indeed, our hosts seem to be expressing themselves "artistically"... umm, right now."

Lara turned away from Che, towards his glance, noticing Ash on the floor with Richard and Jenni, the room swimming, shimmering. She felt suddenly heavy, sleepy, her head lolling against Che's warm, comforting shoulder. "I'll just rest...for a minnn..." she told herself. Che, his arms wrapped around Lara, basking in her warm soft skin and his own orgasmic glow, leaned back to enjoy the scene unfolding before him.

Ash was astride Richard, facing away from him, her dreamily half open eyes fixed on her audience. She was riding his erection, her pale round ass grinding, her red lips parted, panting, as Jenni knelt at her side, her fingers spreading Ash's dusky cleft, her clit lewdly exposed. Jenni masturbated her, rolling her hardness between her thumb and forefinger, reaching down to stroke Richard's slick rod as the dark haired beauty ground against him. Jenni's mouth reached down for the stiff bud, her pink tongue darting against it, the room filling with the soft sounds of pleasure.

Ash's breathing sharpened as her pace quickened, Richard's stiff cock disappearing, withdrawing, re-penetrating, the redhead's face now tightly pressed to her thatch. Ash's dark eyes were locked onto Che's, taunting him, her moans of impending ecstasy reaching a crescendo as she pumped wildly, her hips bucking as her orgasm splashed over her, Jenni's wet mouth still wrapped around her spasming clit.

Ash yawned and stretched, her arms graceful, and pulled off Richard's erect cock, stumbled to her feet, and muttered something about, "Needing a little more enchancement... I'm coming down." Lighting a joint, she scooped up some more pills from the stoneware platter and wandered off in search of a drink. "Who needs a refill?" she called over her shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded. "I damn sure do."

Che's cock, thickened at the wanton scene displayed before him, began to stir. Neither the drugs or his erection had yet fully abated. He needed more. "Lara," Che whispered to the golden haired girl resting heavily on his shoulder, "Wasn't that fucking amazing...did you see how hot that was?" He noticed that her breathing had slowed, and she'd not moved for quite awhile. "Hey, you missed it...you sleeping?"

Lara, trying to snap out of her woozy reverie, answered softly, her words heavily slurred, "Shh-ure, I'm fine...juss a little tired or somethinn..." Che reached for her chin, tilting her face to his closely and stared into her eyes, now heavy, vacant and dilated.

"Richard," he called to the lean figure who was now mounting Jenni from behind, "You got any idea of what she took? She doesn't look too good. How much has she had to drink?"

"No clues, my brother," Richard hissed back, his eyebrow furrowed, his dark eyes intent on his pleasure, "Ask Ash. Maybe she knows. I'm sure she's fine... she seemed pretty lively... a minute ago."

Che rose, laying Lara down on the couch, slid on his jeans, and crossed by the pair earnestly rutting on the floor. "When you find Ash, bring her back, would ya?" Richard exhaled, "My little pet needs our "extra" attention, don't you, Jenni? Yesss... You'd like that...wouldn't you?" Richard punctuated his request with a wanton thrust of his hips. "I know you, Che... you'd like another round. Besides, Ash won't want to miss...the coup de grace."

Jenni's low moans gave her answer to Richard. She knew what was coming. Che backed from the room, his gaze meeting Jenni's, begging him with her wide green eyes as she whispered, "Use me...the way you know Richard wants me to be used. You... promised."

Richard's eyes, intense with lust, met Che's, issuing a challenge. "You're up for it, right, my brother? Well, I'm pretty sure...you're still "up", anyway. Don't be...long, okay? I'll keep her warm for you."

Che searching the apartment, quickly found a giggling Ash, wrapped in a floral dressing gown and sprawled in the clawfoot tub in the bathroom, waving a glass of wine and a joint. "Che, babydoll," she laughed, "I'm just chilling. Care to join me?"   

"Come on, Ashley," Che murmured to her as he helped her up, "Back on your feet. Richard requests your presence...And, by the way, do you have any idea just what you gave to Lara? She's...sorta passed out." Ash, steadying herself, threw her arms around Che, her full lips pressing to his.

"Give us a kiss, love," she whispered, "Just for old times sake, eh?" Che pulled her back, his hands firm on her shoulders, looking her square in the eye.

"Quit messing around, Ash. You're wasted. Now tell me... what did you give Lara?"

"Just a little vicodin...no harm, no foul. And maybe four glasses of champagne. Jesus, chill out. She'll be fine." Ash's eyes sparkled mischievously, "Now, exactly why does Richard need me? I told him...I'm done for night. Does our little goddess need some "extra" attention that you didn't want me to miss? I thought you said she passed out. Che, I'm surprised at you, you... naughty boy. I thought you didn't like...overly compliant girls."

Che shook his head, "No. It's...Jenni," he breathed, his voice thick, "I want...We want..."

"Oh, that," Ash interrupted, "I certainly want to see...that. I'll definitely need some more wine, though," she murmured as she exited the bathroom, "See you soon."

Che stepped into the living room, the candlelight shadowing his muscled body as he shed his jeans and stood over Richard, who was thrusting Jenni languidly from behind, his lean frame bent over hers. "He's here, baby," Richard breathed to her, "Are you ready?" Richard pulled out slowly, rising from his knees, his cock fat and shiny. "Get on your back, comrade," he murmured, his lips twisted in a smirk, "Fuck him, Jenni, and then... get ready for me. For us. You're going to... fuck him...and I'm going to take your pretty ass. Together. Both of us."

Jenni groaned at the wanton request and rolled, her back arched, thrusting her tiny, rounded breasts skyward and spreading her slim legs lewdly, exposing her pussy, flushed dark pink and wet. Che stared at her, mesmerized, as she touched herself, her slight fingers sliding over her puffy pink nipples, her sparse reddish thatch, to her clit, dipping into her shiny slit.

He settled on his back, his erection jutting out from his body. Jenni squatted over him, taking the full length of his cock with one swift thrust. On her knees, she pumped, her hips rising and falling as she ground against him, her toned ass thrusting upwards as Che's rough hands roamed her small, firm breasts, pinching and pulling her soft pink nipples. "Look at me," he commanded, his dark eyes smoldering, "Tell us what you...need." He already knew.

Jenni's light green eyes widened at his command as she whispered, "I need...both of you. In me. Now." Jenni reached down, her searching tongue thick in Che's mouth, her ass lewdly exposed. She sucked Che's tongue, her eyes shut tightly, shivering in anticipation, as Richard knelt behind her, his fist pumping his stiff pole. Che's hands roamed her back, her ass, pressing her slight body into his, steadying her for her double penetration as Richard anointed her ass with copious amounts of sticky lube.   

Jenni gasped as the cool, slippery liquid hit her and Richard's long fingers began to massage it onto her squirming ass. Che's strong arms pinned her to him, his cock teased by her delicious writhing, his libido spiking at the thought that soon he would feel the almost indescribable sensation of his hard rod, full in her tight slit, being stroked by another throbbing pole, only separated by a slight, slippery membrane. He'd felt it before, many times, this dominance, this control, this power. It was intoxicating.

Richard's long fingers penetrated Jenni's puckered pink asshole, probing, spreading out the slippery liquid, his erotic gaze never leaving the sight of her pussy, full with cock, and her tight, tiny hole, now wet and shiny. His cock-head, purplish and straining, pushed against the slick rim, easing it in slowly as he ground into her wet pink hole.

Jenni's breath escaped her in little soft sighs as she felt the building pressure against her tight ass, culminating in a slight yelp as the throbbing head slipped past her muscled ring. She squirmed against the stiff invader, but Che's rough hands around her hipbones held her fast. Richard poised himself, making small thrusts, each time his cock sliding in a little deeper, pausing...thrusting...pausing, until his cock was buried in her throbbing ass. He stayed motionless for a moment, feeling the delicious pulses, watching her writhe in a combination of pain, pleasure, and submission, her low moans music to his ears.

Richard threw back his long curls from his face, and reached for Jenni's wrists, his hands wrapping them tightly as he quickened his thrusts. He pulled them behind her back, pinning her, his cock savagely probing her bowels, pushing them against Che's throbbing erection. "It...hurts, " Jenni panted, wailing slightly, "Your cocks are... hurtinggg... meee..."

"It's supposed to," Che hissed, inflamed by the delicious friction as Richard's pounding cock pushed Jenni's wet slit over his hardness. "But, you like it, don't you...you little... slut... You like two cocks in you...oh, fuck... yessss..." Che ground his hips into her, his hands leaving her hips for her puffy nipples, his fingers pinching them roughly, delighting in her small wails of pleasure as the muscular pair pounded away at their flame-haired quarry.

Richard felt thick waves of lust flow through him as he ruthlessly tore into Jenni's spasming hole, his climax building from the twin sensations of her tight ass and Che's cock, rubbing against his, only separated by slick, soft skin. He pounded harder, his groin slapping against her, his groaning voice thick and low. "Fuck that ass...fuck...yesss..." he growled, "You're so fucking tight...you fucking bitch...ughnnn...ughnnnn..." Richard's orgasming cock exploded inside Jenni, his hot thick seed filling her as he rammed her, his hips hard against her throbbing ass-cheeks.

Che felt his comrade's stiff pole pulsing through the slick membrane, sending shivers of lust down his spine. He responded, his hands on her hips assisting his own rough thrusting. He pistoned in and out of Jenni's sopping slit, his thumbs spreading her wet pussy lips, exposing her engorged clit. He ground his thumb roughly against her bud, Jenni groaning lewdly as he assaulted her slick, stiff clit. Che's orgasm pulsed over him as he lost himself in an ecstatic flood of control and domination, the two men's power over their slight red-haired prey sated.

Richard pulled off, panting and rubbing his eyes. "Holy shit, that was great," he murmured thickly, "I'm fucking spent," He rose from his knees, giving Jenni's throbbing ass-cheeks a slap. "I'm having a drink. Anyone else up for another round?"

"Not me...but...kudos. Bravo, bravo," Ash's smoky voice purred from her perch on the armchair, "Spectacular showmanship, boys. Sit, Richard, sit down, for god's sake...I'll grab you some wine." Ash crossed the room, wobbling slightly, and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a bottle and a glass for Richard, nude and still half-aroused, sprawling on the floor cushions.

"I hope you all don't mind me not joining you for a nightcap," she continued as she handed off the wine, "I'm going to call it quits. Congratulations on an "inspired" performance, boys. I'm...sure," she intoned, as she glanced from Lara's nude sleeping form on the couch to Che. "We'll be doing this again...soon. Right, Che?"

"Ashley, wait for me," Jenni breathed, her voice raspy, still entangled with Che on the floor. "I'm calling it a night, too, guys... I'm all fucked out." She pulled off him, her fingers tracing Che's full lips as she rose. "That was great. See, I told you you'd fuck me, didn't I?"

Ash threw her arm around Jenni, the pair weaving slightly as they padded from the room, and cooed over her shoulder, "Che, make sure our little goddess calls me in the morning. You know, we could make this a regular thing. I've been thinking. Your old room is still vacant, and we could use a new roommate...run it by her for us if you could. We'd make it worth your while."

"I'd better go check on...Lara. Sure, Ash, anything you say. " Che said guiltily as he rolled to his elbow. He swiftly slipped on his jeans, crossing the room to her. She was deeply asleep, her knees tucked into her in a fetal position. Che smoothed her hair off her face as he squatted down next to her. He shook her shoulder lightly, cooing, "Hey, Lara...Lara...You okay?" Lara opened her eyes, her lips curving into a lop-sided smile as her arms reached out to him.

"Ch...Ch...Che..." she slurred, "Heyyyy...Did I missh anything? I musht have fallen ashleep...I'm so fucking cold."

"Nah, you didn't miss anything, baby," Che murmured, smiling back at her valiant efforts to revive, "Are you feeling alright? Can you sit up? Let me hold you, I'll warm you up." He slid in next to her on the couch, wrapping his muscled arms around her. "You just try and wake up, okay?"

"Kay," Lara whispered, her head leaning against his broad shoulder, "Where'd everrrbody go?"

"I'm afraid everybody's gone to bed, but Richard," Che whispered back, rubbing his soft facial hair against her head, suddenly noticing his host's absence. He called, "Richard? Where'd you go?"

"I'm here," Richard smiled as he stepped back into the living room, wrapped in a towel, holding Lara's clothes as he sipped his wine. He crossed over to Lara, bending down with a smile, "How're you doing, sleeping beauty? We thought we lost you there for a second."

"She's okay," Che murmured, "You'd better be more careful...next time."

"Oh, we will..." Richard drawled, "And there's gonna be a next time, right, baby?" Richard's eyes sparkled at Lara's, "Me and you, we've got some unfinished business. We were all so happy you came, you're welcome back anytime, promise?"

"Thansks, Richard." Lara sighed, her eyes sleepy, "I'm sho glad you liked the way I expreshhed myself...artistically." Her head lolled back against Che, the chemical sleepiness overtaking her.

"Here's her clothes," Richard tossed the sweats at Che, "Get her dressed and get her home, will ya? In one piece, preferably. Oh, and uh, here's a little party favor...for you...for your... uh, excellent service." Richard tossed a baggie stuffed with high-grade herb in Che's lap, "Consider it...a down payment for our next little get-together. She's...quite taken with you. I can tell." Richard's dark gaze shifted to Lara, drowsing on Che's shoulder. "With you on board, there's no end to the things we can...introduce her to."

Richard licked his lips, smiling slyly, "It's a business...doing pleasure with you, comrade." He turned and stalked out of the room, his laugh trailing behind him, "Don't do anything I ...would... do to her, now, ya hear? Nightey night...darlings."

Lara snapped her eyes open to the sunshine flooding through the picture window, splashing over the well-worn couch she'd been sleeping on. Sitting up abruptly, she took in the unfamiliar room with a sense of panic. "I'm dressed. That's a good sign," she thought, her mind racing, "Where the hell am I?"




Art and Orgies and Che



"Hey, sleepyhead," Che called, as he padded into the sunny room, holding a mug, "You want some coffee?"

"What...am I doing...here?" Lara rasped through her parched mouth, "I can't remember."

"I didn't feel comfortable leaving you alone, last night." Che smiled, "Besides, you couldn't remember your address. So I brought you home so I could keep an eye on you. Did you know... you snore?"

"Nuh uh! I do not," Lara grinned back, sipping the rich brew. "Thanks a lot. I guess...I had too much to drink, or something."

"That's okay. You're better now, and that's all that matters. Did you want to shower or anything? Or do you just want to go home? I'm good with it either way." Che smiled shyly at Lara, thinking, "She's so pretty... even first thing in the morning after a rough night. What's not to like?"

"If you don't mind, I'll just have some coffee for a minute," Lara smiled back, "My...brain hurts."

"Cool. I'm gonna take a shower," Che said as he turned toward the hall, "See you in minute. If you want it, there's more coffee in the kitchen."

Lara sipped coffee, her head clearing as the flood of memories from last night raced through her mind. Her hand strayed to her sex, still sore from the wild debaucheries.

"What a fucking night," she thought deliciously, "What a crazy fucking...night." After a seemingly long while of listening to Che splash and sing in the shower, Lara mused,

"Jesus, he sure takes along time in the bathroom, and they say...women are slow. I wish he'd hurry up, I gotta pee."

"Hey, can you hurry up?" Lara crossed the room and called through the door, knocking, "I really...gotta go, if you know what I mean."

Che opened the bathroom door, a cloud of steam welcoming her. He was wrapped in a towel with another covering his head, and he was shaving. He didn't seem to make any effort to leave the bathroom, intent on his grooming, so Lara quickly pulled down her sweats to relieve herself, suddenly self-conscious. "Good god, why are you embarrassed to pee in front of him?" her mind scolded, "You let him fuck you last night."

Rising quickly and flushing, Lara fled the bathroom and poured herself another cup of coffee, settling on the couch. She drowsed in the warm, sunny room, sipping coffee, feeling relaxed and glowing. "I'm finally...a real artist," she thought, "Accepted in the community! A liberated...free thinker, who's not afraid...to express myself. How very awesome!"

Lara's eyes opened from her reverie, noticing Che standing in front of her, blocking the sunlight, dressed in a tight white t-shirt and clean, dark jeans, his arms sinewy and tan, his feet bare. He looked...different?

"Hey, Che," she started, noticing the change in him. "You've shaved...And cut...your hair."

"Do you like it? I did it myself, with a clipper," he grinned, running his fingers through his close-cropped hair, "And I shaved off the goat. See?" He continued, as he swiveled his face towards the window, "I needed...a change. What do you think? You can be brutally honest. I can take it."

Lara cocked her eyebrow, surveying him quizzically. If anything, the lack of shaggy waves and facial hair only highlighted his rugged features. He looked a bit like something out an ancient roman fresco, actually. "I like it," Lara said softly, "You don't look like yourself, but, whoever you look like, he's...handsome. Honest."

Che pulled up an old wooden chair directly in front of Lara, sitting astride it, resting his chin on his muscled arms, looking directly, deeply into her eyes. "Now it's my turn to be brutally honest. Can I ask you a question?"

Lara nodded, her eyes searching his dark, sparkling eyes, "Sure, anything."

"Why did you come to...one of Ash and Richard's "special" parties? You can tell me, I won't be shocked. I've just...got to know. You don't seem like one of their "usual" friends." Che's searching eyes never left hers, daring her to honesty.

Lara stared back at Che, taken aback. "Why does he care?" she thought to herself, lost in his magnetic gaze. "I suppose he's just...curious?" She started, her voice hesitant, "The honest answer? I just wanted to...be a real artist, I guess. You know, part of a serious community. I mean, real artists express themselves this way, they're liberated and free...you know, and open to new experiences. Like you, right? And," her voice lowered to a whisper, suddenly shy at her revelation, "I wanted to...I mean I wondered about...other women. I guess I have for a long time. Oh, and one other thing. You. I wanted to meet...you."

Che stood, pushing aside the chair, his arms reaching for Lara as he pulled her to him in a hug. "Thank you," he breathed in her ear, "For your honesty. I just heard what I needed to know." He kissed her, her hands stroking his cheek, her fingertips delighting in his newly-shaved, baby smooth skin, his scent warm and comforting. Lara realized, lost in his fresh, spicy scent, she probably smelled a bit, well, worse for wear and tear.

Lara, her face buried in his neck, murmured, "I'll take you up on that shower. I must...look a wreck. I sure feel like one."

"Go ahead," Che said softly as he patted her back, "I'll be waiting. Maybe we'll have some breakfast or something? I'd love...that."

She padded away, disappearing into the bathroom. Che heard the shower start, as he sipped coffee, his mind faraway, all his questions answered. Last night, after he'd settled

Lara on his couch, he watched her sleep, making sure that she was okay, while he reflected on his past, her future. Their future.

"Fuck this," he sighed to himself as he stabbed out his last cigarette of the night, "I'm going to tell her. Everything. She's...too good for them." In his bed, he fell asleep, assured that Lara would be okay, that he'd be okay. "I'm going to tell her...and it's going to change. I'm...going to change. Change everything."

Sitting on the couch, he sipped coffee in the warm sun, rehearsing what to say. "Ash and Richard are getting bored with the usual suspects," he mused, "and she's their next target, just like...I was, once upon a time." He remembered back to when he met them, when they were first year students, avant-garde and fresh, their sexual games and potent drugs wildly exciting.

He'd been their favorite, especially of Richard's, for quite a while. Richard preyed on his sexual confusion, skewing it to his needs, his desires, unconcerned of the consequences. There were others, of course, many others, a parade of lost boys and girls to be seduced and discarded when the novelty wore off or when they had the audacity to question Richard and Ash's motives.

Like Jenni. He'd seen her turn from a bright-eyed, bookish geek to a cock-hungry come-slut, begging on her knees to be used and abused. And most likely, eventually abandoned. "It's not going to happen to her," Che thought, "When she knows the truth. About Ash and Richard, about me."

"I'm going to tell her. All of it, every last sordid secret. And maybe then, I can tell her. That she just might be...the one."

Che had asked his Dad, long ago, when he'd know if a girl was...the one. His Dad answered back, smiling knowingly, "Just find one that "fits." That's all you need to know. She "fits."

"She certainly "fits," Che smiled inwardly. "In all the right places. With me."

Lara stepped back into the room, re-dressed, her hair wet and shining, and joined Che on the couch. "That's better," she sighed, "I think I feel human again."

"Lara?" Che started as he turned to face her, "I'm glad you're sitting down. I've got a confession to make."

He began explaining, haltingly at first, his story. The sex, the drugs, his troubled history, his involvement with Richard and Ashley. She nodded, her eyes wide, as it spilled out, tales of his confusion, tales of his experimentation, tales of his past. He spelled out in detail the ways, the plans, how Ashley and Richard chose and captured and manipulated their pawns. "They're not nice people, Lara," he intoned flatly, "They sell drugs. They use people up and discard them. I can't let it happen to you. I...like you too much for that."

Lara's face turned white, suddenly shamed. "You're sure?" she whispered, fighting back tears, "They really don't like me...for me? Or for my art? I feel like such an idiot."

"You're no idiot," Che turned to her, his face close, his lips brushing hers, "I would never want to be involved...with an idiot. You just wanted to fit in, you were just curious, and they used it against you. The only thing you're guilty of is that you can be...seduced. Not like that's a ...bad thing, necessarily!" Che laughed, his voice low and musical.

"Hey... I've...got an idea. Let's start fresh. Like we just met today." Che pulled back a little, his dark eyes shining, offering her his hand. "Lara. It's so nice to meet you. You're pretty. Would you like to go out on date or something?"

Lara, her blue eyes shining, shook his hand and giggled, "Nice to meet you, too. I'd love to go on a date with you, Che."

Che crushed her to him in a hug, his strong arms holding her close, his hands stroking her damp hair which smelled of... his shampoo. He could get used to that. "Let's go get some breakfast," he breathed into her ear, "Just me and you. Oh, and some...waffles. I really like... waffles. And you. Maybe... even more than waffles."

"And there's just one other thing you need to know," Che released his embrace, holding her at arm's length, his dark eyes smiling into hers, "Don't call me Che. Che's... he's...gone. That's the name, "they" gave me." His dark eyes sparkling, he continued...

"My name is...Daniel."

END