Chapter One
Despite my doubts, I stood again on Madeline’s doorstep. I had agreed last week to come back as her model for another sitting. That was before I had time to process the experience. Sliding up and down on Jeff’s cock was exquisite. But Madeline had seen us together, there on her chaise, me riding Jeff like it wasn’t my first time. I cringed and pushed that thought aside lest I lose my nerve. According to her, she had enjoyed the show.
The problem was not so much Madeline but Jeff. Despite seeing each other on campus the past week, we had not spoken. Before I could lament too deeply on that subject, Madeline opened the door to her warmly lit interior. Dressed in a loose, green satin dress and holding a glass of red wine, Madeline was the essence of sophistication.
“Nice to see you, Lani. I was beginning to wonder.”
I smiled and stepped past her as she held the door. “Sorry I’m late. I had a last-minute assignment from my Biology professor—”.
“It’s alright to be nervous, Lani. You were last time too, as I recall, and look how well that turned out.” I turned away from her knowing grin and walked into her living room, anxious to see how Jeff would react. No one was else was there. I tried to hide my disappointment.
“He isn’t here yet. Have a seat, and I’ll pour you a glass of wine. Unless you’d prefer something else?”
“Wine is good, thank you.” I rarely drank, but it had helped relax me for the previous sitting. I sat on the leather couch, again surveying the gallery’s worth of art on the walls. A thrill hit me as I looked upon the green chaise in the corner and remembered the tantalizing intimacy with Jeff. Perhaps the wine would help dull the growing ache of rejection as well.
Madeline walked back into the room, handed me the wine glass, and relaxed into the chair across from me. She studied me quietly until I shifted nervously under her gaze. Finally, she spoke. “How are you, Lani?”
“I’m good. School’s been a bit rough, but that’s college, right?”
“I wouldn’t know. I never went. I traveled instead, found my teachers elsewhere.”
“Where did you travel?” I asked, more from politeness and the need to keep the conversation mundane.
Madeline eyed me skeptically as if she could sense my diversion. “Oh, the usual, Milan, Barcelona, Paris, Cairo. Those are the places I lived. Of course, my travels have been broader. There are many lovers to be had out there, Lani, if you know where to look.”
I wasn’t quite sure what she was implying, but I didn’t want to show my ignorance by asking questions. She was only in her mid-30s, but her life experience far surpassed my small-town upbringing. Madeline had a way of making me feel unsettled. It’s not that she wasn’t polite or encouraging even, but she had the energy of a feline on a hunt. Her words, her movements, felt like the small, slow steps a cat makes before it pounces on its prey.
“Speaking of lovers, how is Jeff?”
I sputtered comically into my wine. “Uh, he’s fine. He seems fine, anyway.”
“Have you spoken to him this week?” She continued, ignoring my discomfort.
“No. I don’t have his number or anything. We hadn’t really met before here.” I blushed, not sure how much of our post-coital conversation Madeline had overheard. Had I just admitted to her that I popped my cherry with a near stranger? If I had, it was doubtless she cared.
“I thought you two shared a class?”
“Just one. Philosophy.” I said that as if she cared. “It’s usually pretty hectic trying to get from one class to another, so there’s not really much time to chat.”
Madeline’s quiet judgment permeated the room. Her disapproval could only be seen in the slight scrunching of her forehead, but I felt it. Unfortunately, I also felt the need to explain further.
“It’s fine. I mean, what happened last week was a fluke, just us getting caught up in the moment. It was great and all, but it’s not like I expected anything to come of it. I just hope he doesn’t regret it, and that’s why he’s not here. I’m sorry if I ruined your project.”
Madeline leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “Lani, you did not ruin the project. You made it.” She paused here, willing her words to soothe me.
“I thought he enjoyed it. Maybe I was too forward. Honestly, I can’t believe I…” I stopped talking. I had disgusted myself with my vulnerability the past week, rehashing the scene in my mind to figure out why Jeff had not responded to me.
After our first class together, I had waited outside the room, admiring a painting in the hallway. When the throng of people had passed, Jeff with them, I felt the first sense of rejection. I had been giddy to see him again, but he had come into the class late and apparently left without noticing me in the hall. Or perhaps he had not wanted to talk with me. In the next class, I was sure to make eye contact, at least. I smiled when it happened. He smiled back, but when class was over, he jumped out of his seat and left quickly.
I had desperately hoped he would be at Madeline’s. I wanted to speak with Jeff, to make a connection. Now, he hadn’t even shown up to finish this project. I blinked away tears of frustration, embarrassed by their show.
Madeline came to sit by me on the couch. She put a delicate hand on my back and toyed with the tendrils of hair escaping from my bun. “Men can be ridiculously unaware, sometimes. Communication is not a strong point for many of them. If they are lucky, they find a woman patient and willing enough to teach them how to be a good partner. Now, you can be that woman. Or, you can seek out others who are already well-versed in communication and relationships. I myself prefer older men. And women, of course.”
As she said this last part, her fingernails danced delicately along the back of my neck. I wasn’t sure how to respond or even how I wanted to respond. I had been a virgin before Jeff, but I had not been inexperienced with men. Women, on the other hand, were a different genre. There had been a girl in my high school that inspired quite explicit fantasies in me. As a female, coming onto a girl in a small midwestern town was a crapshoot, one that could have dire consequences. I never tried. Now, here I was with Madeline. Her words, her nearness, the way she was touching me sent a thrill along my spine, awakening that deeply buried fantasy.
“Lani, will you take off your clothes so I can draw you now?”
Chapter 2
Madeline moved away to prepare the sitting area. As she fussed with lighting and setting the scene, I removed my clothes. I slipped out of my flats, pushed the black leggings down to my ankles, and struggled a bit nervously to get them off my feet. I glanced over to see Madeline watching me. This gave me an unexpected jolt.
Once my pants were off, I stood, and bravely keeping eye contact, clasped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. There I stood, in my new set of the same black lace bra and panties from the week before. I held still as Madeline took in the view, reminding myself she was watching me with an artist’s eye, nothing more.
“Your hair too, Lani. I want it down.”
I did as she requested, enjoying the tickling brush of hair on my nearly naked back.
Madeline pulled her gaze away and said, “Alright then, Lani. Come over here to the chaise and lay on your side facing me, let that arm underneath bend and cradle your head. Now, try and let your body relax. Seduce, as if you feel your lover’s eyes on your body and are trying to call him, or her, to you.”
Her hands were cool and soft against my skin as she fussed with my hair and gently positioned my arm so my hand lay delicately against my stomach. Without pulling back her hand, she slowly slid her fingers along my hip and thigh, gently grabbing behind my leg, just above my knee.
“Let this leg bend and come forward a little.” Her hand lingered on my skin as she studied the position. “Beautiful, now hold this.”
Madeline went to stand at her easel, studying me with the intensity of an artist. I thought longingly of the wine and wished I had taken a few more fortifying sips.
“Point your toes a little, please. Tilt your chin towards me a bit so I can see more of your beautiful face. There you go.”
I waited for Madeline to start drawing. I grew uncomfortable under her still gaze until she broke and walked towards me again.
She knelt down and reached towards me. Her hand stopped in mid-air, and she asked, “May I?” At my nod, she slipped her finger under my bra strap and slid it partway down my arm, as she had last time. This time, however, she did not expose my nipple and looked almost uncertain. There was an intimacy, a shyness from her that I had not experienced before. When Jeff was here, she had been direct, in control, domineering almost. But now, she felt soft and open, and I found myself wanting her to lean forward and kiss me.
In that unspoken communication of desire, she must have heard me. Her eyes darted to mine, and I saw a question there. Mustering confidence from a deeply hidden yearning, spurred by the quiet intimacy of the moment, I let my lips part. She took the invitation.
My first thought was that her lips were softer than a man’s. Her hand on my arm was less demanding. Our tongues twirled around each other. She moved her hand to my back and slid it down to my hip, slipping her hand under the lace and kneading my flesh.
I curled my body towards her more, deepening the kiss, reveling in the taste of wine and Madeline. My fingers spread into the silky black strands of her bob and danced along the smooth skin of her neck. I wanted to feel her body, her skin, pressed against mine.
Her hand clasped the back of my thigh, urging my leg to open for her as she moved forward onto the chaise.
A knock on the door stopped us.
Madeline reared back in surprise. She stood quickly, adjusted the straps of her dress, and swiped fingers at the corners of her mouth. She reached for a robe and handed it to me with a look of apologetic longing.
In my stunned state, I watched, only sitting when she offered the robe. Then I stood, unfolded the cloth, and slipped my body into it. Madeline was near the door, watching and waiting for me to cover myself. I nodded when I was ready, and she opened the door.
“Jeff. You made it. We weren’t sure you would make it.”
My heart sped up. How could I have forgotten about Jeff?
Jeff was chattering some excuse for his lateness to Madeline as he walked into the space. When he saw me, his demeanor shifted. His smile softened, and concern touched his eyes. He slowed his steps as if he were approaching a frightened animal.
“Hey Lani, how are you?”
“I’m good. How about you?”
“I’m alright. That Philosophy paper has me stressing a bit, but you know…”
Madeline leaned against the wall with her wine now in hand, watching from the sidelines with smugness as Jeff and I floundered. She waited for Jeff to finish his trailing sentence, which he didn’t, and stepped further into the room with the confidence I was used to seeing from her.
“Well, Jeff, like I said, we weren’t sure you were coming, so we began without you. I had Lani in quite a stunning pose when you showed up, but I guess I can finish that with her another time.” Madeline winked slyly at me.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to intrude or interrupt. I can leave if you want to get back to it.”
“No, no. You’re here now. I’ll just get you a glass of wine, shall I? You two have a seat on the couch and catch up.”
Jeff moved awkwardly over to me as Madeline walked out of the room. I watched him as he tried to speak, starting and stopping with indecision. Finally, he settled on, “So what have you been up to?”
“Not much.”
We stood there silently for a moment, listening to Madeline in the kitchen, opening cabinets, and pouring wine. I could tell she was taking her time. I let out a deflated breath, annoyed at Jeff for the past week of silence, but also for his interruption. I had never been intimately touched by a woman, and I longed for more.
“Look, Jeff,” I started before I lost my nerve, “It doesn’t need to be weird between us. I mean, I’m not sure how exactly we’re supposed to act with each other, but acknowledging each other in public seems like a mature thing to do.”
“What do you mean?” He looked genuinely confused.
“I mean, you can at least say hi to me in class. Maybe walk up to me afterward and be friendly.”
“I… I’m sorry, Lani. I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to, you know. I was afraid you might be embarrassed to talk to me or that maybe you regretted what happened. I wasn’t sure how you would react.”
“You could have tried. Geez, Jeff. I waited nineteen years to have sex, and you were my first. I’m not saying I want to date or anything, but damn, a fucking hello would be nice.” I had not realized how mad I was until the f-word came out. Instantly I wanted to take it back, take back the whole conversation and just tell him it was ‘cool,’ that everything was fine and I didn’t need a thing from him.
But I did. I needed to know that for him as well, the encounter was beautiful and sexy, a pleasant memory when he saw me. I wanted to know that it meant something to him, that I meant something to him. I cursed my near nudity under the robe. I felt vulnerable enough, trying to express myself to Jeff, someone I barely knew. This was not going well.
I turned away under the guise of looking for my wine and tried to brush off the conversation. “Anyway, whatever. It’s not a big deal. Just forget about it.”
I felt the movement of air as he stepped close to me. I turned around, but before I could say anything, he slipped his hands around the back of my neck and kissed me. I wondered, for a moment, how I should accept this kiss. I put my hand to his chest to push him back.
“What are you doing, Jeff?”
He stepped back slightly, and I felt the absence of his nearness.
“I’m so sorry, Lani. I didn’t know how to act. That night, that was like a fantasy. You were so damn hot, and well, when I thought about it afterward, you being a virgin and all, and the way you rushed out of here before we could talk, I was afraid that maybe you regretted it.” He had lifted up his hands while talking and suddenly let them fall to his side in defeat. “I’m sorry I just kissed you. I thought… ugh, I’ve really screwed this up.” His discomfort, along with his words, was apology enough.
I stepped towards him and returned the kiss. His lips pressed desperately against mine, urging my mouth to open. He slid his tongue inside, and I reveled in his urgency. Our tongues explored each other for a moment before he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.
I could have cried then, silly tears of frustration and relief. I thought of Madeline’s words from earlier, how men weren’t great communicators. Of course, I didn’t remember my Mom being great at communicating with my Dad either. I pushed the thought of parents quickly aside and looked at Jeff. I wondered if I should fill him in on how immature and silly this conversation felt. Thankfully, Madeline saved us both from that embarrassment.
“Well, I see you’re reacquainted.”
I could almost hear the disapproval in her tone. This is quite the awkward mess you’ve gotten yourself into.
“Jeff, you might as well get out of your clothes now that you’re both warmed up. I expect there will be some lovely heat between you two for this sitting. Lani, drop the robe, please.”
Jeff and I stepped back from each other and fumbled around in embarrassment. I took a long drink of wine to steady myself. It went quickly to my head, and I fussed around, slipping out of my robe. Madeline watched me, but I was too unsure of my standing at the moment to meet her eyes. I was in a room with two people I was strongly attracted to. Jeff had already been inside me, and Madeline, I found, I longed now to explore.
“Alright big boy,” Madeline said playfully, “come sit here on the chaise. Let’s see what you’ve got tonight.”
Madeline instructed Jeff to sit on the chaise, feet on the ground, legs apart.
“Lani, come behind Jeff. Wrap your legs around him and drape them over his. There you go, lean into him. Now, drape your arm over his shoulder and wrap the other around his waist.” She rummaged in a basket on her shelf and came to us with a red silk scarf in her hand.
My first thought was that she would gag one of us, something I didn’t think I would be into. Instead, she tied it around my wrist, the one draped over Jeff’s shoulder.
“Jeff, wrap this around your hand a few times and keep it taut, like your holding her against you. Let your lips rest on that arm.”
Jeff pulled the silk, so the cloth was stretched, tugging my arm and pulling me firmly against his back. My breasts pressed into him, and he gently rubbed my thigh.
“Tell me if this is too tight, Lani.”
“I’m fine.”
Madeline continued, “Lani, lean your face against his arm and look out at me.” She fussed with my hair, smoothing it down along Jeff’s arm.
When she did this, I had the urge to grab her wrist and playfully nibble along her slender limb until I reached her shoulder. I wanted to taste her lips again.
Madeline let her hand linger on my shoulder before stepping back to her easel. When she turned towards us, she smiled playfully at me and began to draw.
I watched her, alternating between sketching and tapping the pencil against her lips as she studied our pose. Madeline was a striking woman with bobbed, sleek dyed-black hair and piercing green eyes. Her curves were delicate, but she exuded a sensual power. Even her arrogance was a draw. I wasn’t sure arrogance was the word to describe her. In control, domineering, these were better adjectives. She had qualities I find disturbing in men, but in Madeline, they were downright seductive.
Her spaghetti strapped dress hung loosely on her shoulders, and I wanted to lift it over her head for a long look at her body underneath. She was so lost in what she was drawing on paper that I don’t think she realized I was staring intently. When she did, even just her realization gave me a thrill.
Madeline put the pencil to her lips, using her tongue to toy with the tip. She made a few more marks on her paper, then quietly put down her pencil. She brought her arms slowly overhead in a stretch, arching her back gracefully to push out her chest. Her breasts were small, but her nipples, large and erect, pressed against the satin. I could almost feel the smooth texture against my tongue as I imagined drawing them into my mouth.
I must have shifted in agitation because Jeff loosened his hold on the scarf and turned towards me.
“Are you doing alright back there?”
“Um yeah, well, my arm is a bit numb. Madeline, do you mind if we take a quick break?”
She didn’t answer me for a moment. Scrunching her face to study the drawing. “Fine,” she responded shortly. I’m not sure this pose is working anyway. Have a stretch.”
Jeff and I stood and wiggled our bodies around to work out the kinks.
“Can I use your bathroom?” Jeff asked.
“Down the hall, first door on your left,” Madeline responded distractedly from her easel. As soon as the bathroom door closed, she spoke to me.
“Do you want me to touch you, Lani?”
I looked at her, confused. Did she mean right now? Since when had she asked before? We could hear the tell-tale sound of a man releasing his bladder, and I told Madeline I wasn’t sure what she meant.
She came to me then, slid her hands around my waist and down to my hips. “Do you want me to touch you? You wanted it before. Do you want it now?” I thought of those pert nipples against the satin. Her cool hands smooth against my skin. I suddenly wished Jeff was not here.
Before I could respond beyond a simple nod, the toilet flushed, and the sink turned on. Madeline leaned forward and kissed me with those soft lips. All I could think of was how moist and inviting they felt. By the time the bathroom door opened and Jeff came out, Madeline was back at her easel.
Chapter 3
I took my turn in the bathroom, trying to freshen up and give myself a moment to unscramble my thoughts. When I came back, I noticed my wine was filled again and took a deep swallow.
Madeline asked Jeff to sit on the chaise, facing forward and far enough back that I could perch on the edge in front of him.
“Lani, drop your panties, please.”
I must have shown my apprehension because she went on, “Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to sit on him, not yet anyway.” Her laugh felt mocking but could have been playful, I wasn’t sure.
I took a deep breath, slid my underwear down my legs, and stepped out of them. Faking confidence, I went to where Madeline was standing by her easel and handed her the red silk scarf I had taken off for the bathroom. I held out my wrist and waited. She watched me for a moment as if trying to decipher my intent.
Finally, she wrapped the silk twice around my wrist and knotted it, not tight enough to hurt but enough that I couldn’t slide out of it. Madeline gave me a playful grin, gripped the other end of the fabric, and led me to Jeff.
She positioned me between his legs, turned me by the shoulders so I faced her, and let her fingers slide along my collarbone. For a moment, I thought she would lean forward and kiss me again. I wanted her to. Instead, she mouthed the word ‘sit,’ and I did as I was told.
I slowly lowered myself between Jeff’s legs.
He was already aroused. There was no room between our bodies. He had to shift his erection, so I didn’t sit on it. Instead, his hard cock now pressed against my lower back.
His breath ruffled my hair as he whispered, “I’m sorry. You’re just so damn hot!”
It wouldn’t take much for me to lift a bit, position correctly, and sit. Flashes of riding Jeff on that very chaise just a week before inspired my juices to flow between my legs. I kept my knees together, aware that with no underwear, I would be incredibly exposed. For a moment, I pondered how differently this experience had been from what I had expected when I first answered the call for a nude model. Nudity? Of course, I had been ready for that. But nudity and sexually suggestive positions, with another model? I would never have shown up if she had explained in depth. Perhaps I should have asked more questions. But now that I was here, in this position, I found that being on display like this turned me on.
“Now, Jeff, wrap your arm around Lani’s waist here, possessively. Lani, lean back against him and let your arm come up around his head. Let your head fall back, looking away from him. Nice.”
She lifted my hair and arranged it around and behind Jeff. He shivered.
“Jeff, wrap that scarf around your hand a few times and hold it out away from her. You can rest it on the cushion.”
I closed my eyes against the rush of heat. The scarf’s tension on my wrist held tightly in Jeff’s hand, his arm around my waist, and cock pressed between us was incredibly sexy. Madeline placed her cool, silky hands on my knees, and I opened my eyes to see her face bent close to mine.
“Lani spread your legs.”
I complied under the pressure of her hands, silently willing her to kneel before me and bury her face in my curls. She squeezed my leg as if in acknowledgment of my thoughts and stepped back to observe.
Madeline picked up her phone, and a moment later, sultry blues played from her Bluetooth speaker. We held the pose long enough for our breathing, which had been awkwardly arrhythmic at first, to sync up into a steady flow of in and out.
Jeff’s erection was just beginning to soften when Madeline put down her pencil and came over to us. I felt his cock twitch at her approach, and a quick rush of anticipation filled me.
“I’d like to try something a little different. This pose is beautiful, but I need it to be a bit more dynamic. I want to take some pictures.”
I started to voice my concern, but she cut me off.
“Don’t worry, no one will ever see them. They’re just for my reference for when I make the final pieces. I don’t usually like to use the camera. It feels too impersonal. But there is so much about this pose I want to capture, and I need you two to come alive with it. But if you’re uncomfortable with that, we can keep trying it this way.” She waited for us to give our permission. When we did, she clasped her hands together and said, “Fantastic!”
“Lani, turn your face up towards Jeff. Now, unless things have changed since last week, and tell me now if they have, I’d like for you to kiss. Keep that general position, but build up the heat again, and I’ll capture it.”
There was a stillness in the air, a pause as if the energy was waiting to see which way to flow. Last week Jeff and I had been as intimate as two people can be, but that was not under anyone’s instruction. Now, we looked at each other shyly, both gauging how the other felt about her direction. Eventually, we did as Madeline asked.
Our kiss was relatively chaste at first as we tried to adjust. Madeline busied herself with something, I assumed her camera, so we were left to our privacy. We continued to nip and lick, and soon I got lost in the taste of Jeff’s tongue. He warmed as well and began to rub his hand across my belly.
I vaguely heard the quiet clicks of Madeline’s camera but brushed the sound aside. I was losing myself to Jeff’s touch.
My breasts ached to be in on the action. I knew Madeline wouldn’t mind. Jeff still had a firm hold on the scarf, and my one hand struggled briefly to pull the lace down over my large breast.
Madeline’s cool fingers touched my right shoulder, slid the strap down my arm until my tit was exposed. She leaned forward and put her wet mouth on my nipple. Her tongue flicked twice; then she began to suck.
My body arched forward, willing her to take my nipple deeper.
Jeff pulled back from our kiss to watch Madeline savor my breast. She stopped when she felt him watching her.
“Please don’t stop, Madeline,” I said breathlessly, too far gone with desire for timidity.
“Don’t stop what?” She toyed with me.
“Touching me, don’t stop.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” she said as she stood, “I want in on the fun this time. Unless there are objections, of course.”
She paused, suspended in that motion of bending towards me to suck on my nipples. She knew I wanted her to continue, but she appeared to be waiting for Jeff. I felt him shake his head as a smile spread on Madeline’s face.
Jeff and I both watched as Madeline pulled the green satin dress up her body and over her head. Underneath, she wore a red lace garter belt strapped to sheer thigh highs and nothing else. Her breasts were much smaller than mine, and I longed to feel them in my hands. Jeff began to loosen his hold on the scarf to let my hand free, but Madeline stopped him.
“Don’t release her yet, unless, of course, she begs for it.” Her playful, seductive smile turned towards me.
I bit my lip and pushed my breasts towards her in invitation.
She watched me for a moment and then turned, grabbing the basket from her shelf before coming to kneel before me.
My hips began to gyrate towards her, wanting her mouth, hands, any part of her to touch me.
Jeff’s hand moved to my breast, lifted the weight into his palm. His fingers deftly found my nipple and gently began to rub. Oh, this was getting exciting!
“Now, Jeff,” Madeline said as she pulled a square package out of the basket. “We’re here to have fun, but I need you to be a good boy and wear a condom before you plunge that beautiful cock of yours into anyone.”
“Of course,” he mumbled as his hands worked my nipple. His cock was solid against my back. If it wasn’t for my need to see what Madeline would pull out next, and for the hindrance of my arm tied to his hand, I would have turned around and sat on his cock, gratefully.
“Before we get to that part, I have some playing of my own. Jeff, release her wrist and unclasp her bra. Now slide it down her arms. We don’t need that anymore.”
My breasts were heavy with desire.
“Now wrap that scarf around your hand again,” she said as she pulled out another one and tied it to my other wrist. “Take the other one in your hand as well and stretch out her arms. We don’t want to hurt Lani. Unless, of course, you want to play that way?”
This last was a question to me, and I shook my head. Her smile acknowledged my answer.
I admired Madeline’s ingenuity. There were no bedposts to tie my arms to, so she used Jeff. The fact that he was in control of how, or if, I could move my arms added some spice to the situation. He let our hands rest on the cushion, held out from my body, and kept the tension just tight enough to remind me of his power in the moment.
“Are you okay with this, Lani?” Jeff asked from behind me. His breath tickled my shoulder, and I shivered in response.
“Yes, I am.”
I had never been tied before, pressed between two people wanting to touch my body, and I felt oddly safe. I sat on the edge of the chaise, Madeline between my legs. Jeff, whom I knew from experience had a deliciously filling cock, held out my arms in such a way that I was on display. My body hummed with anticipation and desire. I felt like a pressurized gasket about to blow.
Madeline leaned forward and kissed me gently. I wondered at the sudden turn of sweetness. Then I felt her hand move between my legs. Her finger plunged deep into my pussy, curling forward slightly and causing my hips to jerk.
I pulled away from the kiss, needing to steady my breath.
Madeline moved her mouth down to my nipple to suck, slid her finger slowly out, and smoothly plunged in again, with the same hip jarring flick.
Jeff, almost as helpless as I was for having to hold the silks around my wrists, kissed and licked at my neck and shoulder.
Madeline moved to my other nipple as her finger kept its excruciating rhythm. Her other hand squeezed my thigh. Suddenly she pulled back, holding her finger to its movements, and watched me. Her gaze was both unsettling and sexy.
“Look at me, Lani.”
I looked at her and then let my eyes close again in ecstasy.
“Keep looking at me.”
I did as I was told.
Her finger pumped, pressing against that magical spot inside of me.
I watched her fuck me. How could one finger make me feel this way? But it wasn’t just one finger. It was her hand kneading my thigh, my arms held tight by Jeff, his teeth nibbling on the flesh of my shoulder. It was the way Madeline watched me as her finger plunged into me, the way her eyes told me she wanted to break me. I was so open, vulnerable, and unable to close my body to her rhythmic assault.
“Come, Lani. Spill on me.”
I did. The next thrust and curl of her finger, and I exploded. Head thrown back, a yell escaping my lips, and Jeff braced against the jerking of my body. I could feel the hardness of his cock as he let his hips gyrate slightly, and probably unintentionally, rubbing his cock where it met my flesh.
Madeline slid down as she pulled her finger from my pussy. Her tongue licked along either side of my opening and twirled around my clit. She flicked at my bud, and I jerked with the excruciating overload of my senses. She drew it into her mouth and sucked gently.
“Oh god,” I whimpered. Even though I felt drained, my body came quickly alive again under her ministrations. My swollen clit throbbed, and I realized I was breathlessly calling out with each suck.
Jeff, unable to stand it anymore, let go of the scarves and brought his hands to play with my tits. He squeezed and tweaked my nipples in his urgency.
Madeline’s arms wrapped underneath my thighs and gripped as she worked on me, building me to another shocking orgasm. When it came, I pumped my hips towards her. Her head moved with me and continued to pull every last ounce of lust from my body.
My nipples ached with Jeff’s teasing, and when Madeline pulled away, my legs closed, instinctively shutting against another onslaught. I needed time to recover.
Madeline smiled victoriously at me and gently asked me to scoot over.
On shaky legs, I crawled from between Jeff’s legs. Madeline offered my ass a playful slap as I collapsed against the chaise back. It was time for me to watch.
Jeff seemed almost apprehensive at first as Madeline stood before him, eyeing his erection.
“Are you next, or should we call it a night?” Madeline eyed Jeff, and I wondered briefly if he would deny her.
By way of consent, he grabbed the base of his cock and held it out for her.
She bent down without much preamble, opened a wrapper, and rolled a condom onto his dick. She placed a knee on either side of him, grabbed his cock, and moved herself down onto him.
Jeff’s hands gripped her as she bobbed up and down. His mouth fumbled to try and catch a nipple as she moved.
I had never been in the presence of two people having sex. They were both ridiculously attractive, but the chemistry seemed off. Jeff looked like he enjoyed it as most men getting ridden by a sexy woman would, but there didn’t seem to be much passion. Madeline seemed almost bored.
She looked at me then and said, “Touch yourself,” as she bounced up and down.
“What?” Jeff asked, confused.
“Not you, honey. You just stay put and let me ride you. Lani, touch yourself.”
I did as she asked. Commanded, really, but that was oddly okay with me. I shifted so my pussy was in full view for her and slid my hand down to play with my curls. I was still painfully electrified and needed to ease into my touch. After a few moments of tickling myself and watching Madeline bounce up and down on Jeff, I let my fingers slide down and spread my lips apart.
“Yes,” Madeline muttered. It was the first time she had sounded as if speaking were a struggle.
I took that as an invitation and slid a finger inside of me.
“Yes,” she muttered again and sped up her rhythm on Jeff.
I matched her tempo as I inserted my finger into my pussy, rocking my hips to meet my hand.
Jeff let out a breathless moan as he came. Once he finished, Madeline pushed him to lean back so she could reach her hand down and rub herself, watching me the whole time.
When she finally came a moment later, it was graceful and almost delicate, uneventful compared to the two orgasms that had shattered my body. She patted Jeff’s stomach and stood unceremoniously, then bent down to retrieve her dress.
Jeff and I lay there, unsure of how to respond. Now that the tension of our orgasms had been released, the situation felt awkward.
“I’m going to freshen up. I think we’re done for the night. Go ahead and get your clothes on.”
Jeff and I watched her leave the room. I sat up and went to rummage on the floor for my bra. He stopped me with a hand on my back.
“Hey, are you okay?” The sincerity in his eyes comforted me.
“Yeah, I think so.”
Jeff leaned over and kissed my shoulder tenderly. “That was so sexy to watch you like that.”
I smiled shyly, thinking of how I must have looked squirming against him, calling out in release. Had he seen me masturbating? Heat crept up my skin.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you or anything. I didn’t mean to if I did.”
He looked so sincere, and I realized this must be a new experience for him as well. Perhaps he felt the same insecurities trying to move in.
“No,” I put my hand on his cheek. “It was so hot. I enjoyed it.”
We kissed briefly. It was not the passionate meeting of two lovers desperate for each other’s touch, but the tender walk back to civility—an acknowledgment of what had passed between us, and perhaps the promise of more to come.
By the time Madeline came out, dressed in silk pajama pants and a loose tank top, Jeff and I had our clothes on and were awkwardly standing around, unsure of what to do. Madeline seemed almost surprised that we were still there.
“So, you two have been great models—just the best.” She handed us each an envelope—our payment, I assumed. “I think I have everything I need from you both, so we’ll leave it at two sessions. I have your numbers if I change my mind.”
I had the sudden urge to cry. Why did this feel like a rejection?
Jeff, seemingly less affected, thanked Madeline for the opportunity as he accepted the envelope she handed him.
“I’ll walk you out,” he said to me.
“Okay.”
I blandly took the envelope from Madeline’s outstretched hand and looked questioningly at her. I wanted her to stop me, urge me to stay so she could explain what had just happened. I was still riding the oxytocin high from coming so hard, twice, and wanted to connect with the woman who made that happen. But she was casting us off. Discarding us as if we had just done her a service and nothing more. Perhaps we had. I was so confused.
As if sensing my confusion, Madeline came forward to lay a chaste kiss on my cheek. Before she pulled away, she whispered into my ear, “I’ll call you.”
Jeff ushered me out the door.
My legs wobbled on the steps. My thoughts lingered with Madeline in her apartment, the way her eyes had longed for me, how her fingers had brought me to an incredible climax. I stumbled with the recent memory.
Jeff quietly helped steady me as he walked me to my car. I was grateful for his kindness. I felt so many emotions battling for a hold. My first encounter with a woman had been wilder than I ever imagined, rousing in me a lust not previously experienced. And Jeff was of dream-like quality, sexy, attentive, and apparently open to play. At the moment, I wasn’t sure how open I wanted to be if the parting felt like this.
I must have sighed heavily because Jeff pulled me into an embrace and held me soothingly.
“Can I see you again? Outside of class?” He asked me.
I leaned forward and kissed him. “Absolutely, just not tonight. Tonight I need sleep.” This was true, but I also needed time alone to sort through this myriad of emotions. I looked forward to seeing Jeff again, but I knew it was Madeline I would be dreaming about that night.
THE END