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In Search of the Final Freedom - 28
An Erotic Socio-Political Novel
By Pat Thomason (pat_tomason@hotmail.com)
***
Lamar turns 16 and Misty turns 18. Each have new
privileges of which the take advantage. (MF, exh, 1st,
bi, oral, orgy)
***
Chapter TWENTY-EIGHT
Cooper's comfort level had continued to be pushed over
the past year. First family nudity, then friends and
family, then his girl being openly sexually active and
then it was Lamar's turn. Though he and Bonnie knew
that on occasion Sarah and Lamar had crossed the line
in sexual play, they pretended not to know. The both
figured it was unfair to expect Lamar to totally
abstain when the rest of the family was so open. This
was another one of those details that made even the
young Lamar realize why it was so much easier to tell
teens 'no sex before marriage' than to field the myriad
of gray areas of the choice they had taken.
He had had been apprised of a little party by the Euro
Club for Lamar's birthday: a coming-out event when he
reached the age of consent. Though the birthday fell on
a Tuesday, the 'un-celibate-ion" event (as Misty called
it) was going to be on Friday right after school.
He had decided it would be best if he worked late that
day because for months, Sarah had told everyone she
would do him right on the family room floor as a
birthday present. When Cooper called home at about 5:00
to check in with Bonnie she said as they were speaking,
Sarah was doing just as she had promised.
Misty, at Sarah's request, had brought Lamar home a
little late from school, when he got home he found
Sarah laying on the family room coffee table, naked
except for icing. Several of Sarah's friend who made up
the up-and- coming club girls had decorated her as a
birthday cake complete with candles. After he blew out
the candles and opened the presents from Sarah's
friends; which not surprisingly were condoms and lube
and the like. Bonnie told her husband that about 30
minutes before he called "They let Lamar have the first
piece of 'cake' and you can guess what piece he ate?"
"I can guess, the one with a cherry?"
"You got it. And before he had gotten very far, Patty,
Jo Lynne and Katie started in on the icing. In just a
few minutes they were all covered in icing. So I made
them all go get in the shower while I cleaned up the
mess on the coffee table."
"So all is quiet now?" He asked
"I'm not sure, I think I hear them coming, yes here
they come… Lamar is naked and the girls have towels
around them…. No…. Sarah's towel is on the floor. I
think she's going to put on a show…. If I peek around
the corner….."
"So your not in the Family room?" Cooper asked.
"No, I think it's best I at least pretend not to be
part of all of this."
"I agree." Cooper answered.
By the time Cooper made it home, the action in the
living room had petered out and the five (four girls
and Lamar), were in the hot tub.
Bonnie told Cooper that Sarah had fucked Lamar though 3
condoms right on the family room floor before they gave
out and moved to the hot tub.
By the time Misty's birthday came a week later Cooper
was having to accept that not only was Misty having
friends spend the night in her bed, but Sarah had
stayed Saturday night, bringing her church clothes. At
breakfast on Sunday morning, Cooper had to sit and
listen to Sarah over table relate all the stuff she and
Lamar had done in bed (and in the game room, and in the
shower). Oddly this didn't bother him nearly as much as
hearing Misty talk about her sexual exploits, he
guessed it was just one of those gender bias things.
On the her brothers birthday, after dropping him
brother off at home for his little party, Misty picked
up Tommy, as his car was in the shop and they met Keli
and Cody downtown (such downtown there was), and all
piled into Cody's Doge Durango to go to Macon catch a
movie and dinner.
It had been two months since she and Tommy had become a
couple officially. In that time Keli had spent the
night once as did Caitlin. Other than with those two
girls she had been monogamous since that first date. It
had not been that she had not intentionally refused
opportunities with other guys, it was just she had been
very busy and no opportunities had come her way. In
other words she had not been faced with any sort of
decision about being with other guys, and she hadn't
denied herself when with her girlfriends.
This whole issue had been in the background for the
entire time, but neither Misty or Tommy was keen to
bring it up. When Caitlin and Keli had spent the night,
Misty had not offered details nor did Tommy ask for
any. Thus it was when the two couples sat at the table
at Olive Garden, that it was inevitable that there
would be some revelations.
"A week from today is the big day." Keli said.
"Yea, finally" Misty answered.
"Are you really going on your birthday to have a
painting done?"
Misty nodded "My mom is has already sent the school a
note that I will be gone on a family outing next
Friday, so I will just go with her to Augusta. Dr.
Douglass has a studio in the FFF office space, so we
will work there."
"It will take all day on Friday, then I will go back
week after next on the Monday school is out to pose
again."
Cody asked "What are you guys talking about"
Keli answered "Misty's mom works with a famous artist.
She did the painting that of her parent that looks like
a jungle that hangs in their family room. I know you've
seen it."
"Yea, the one of them doing it"
"Yea, well, she's very famous and she gets paid like
$20,000 to do paintings like that and she is going to
paint one of Misty on her birthday."
Misty clarified "What she will do is paint a small, I
mean like three or four feet across, version as a
draft, then she'll make a big one, like fully life size
as a final version. I'll get the smaller one and she'll
put the big one in her gallery, and later sell it."
"That's too cool.." Cody said. Tommy didn't say
anything negative but he didn't say anything positive
either.
Cody then asked the big question. "Is it going to be of
you having sex, or naked or what?"
Misty knew this was a subject that she and Tommy had
only talked about once, and it hadn't gone too well.
She made a point not to look at Tommy and said "Amy,
Dr. Douglass, is famous for her paintings of people
making love. So of course that's what she'll paint me
doing. I'd really like to do it with Tommy." She paused
and looked at Tommy "But he is not really excited about
that." She again glanced over to Tommy and added "And
besides it's a school day and he can't exactly ask his
mom to write a note."
Cody paused at Tommy across the table "Yea, I can see
him asking his mom for a note to skip school so he can
be painted screwing his girlfriend."
Tommy lightened up at that "Yea, right! I can see
asking my mom that."
Keli looked at Mist "So what will you do if he can't?"
Misty took a breath and spit out quickly "My first
choice would be for Cody to come with me, and if that
doesn't work Amy has a graduate student who has done
this with other women for Amy. Mom said he's really
good looking and more importantly for Amy, he can keep
it up for like, forever."
Keli instinctively answered with a "oooh, can I come
too?"
"Oh, yea, right" Cody scoffed "Your mom and step dad
make Tommy's look positively open minded. Even if you
did tell your mom you were going to work with Misty's
mom for the day, if your mom found out she'd probably
kick you out of the house."
Keli nodded in agreement.
"On the second day, when school is out, I've asked
Caitlin to come. She is doing a something like a
composite painting of me alone as the primary subject
but incorporate smaller paintings of me doing it."
She knew all this would be testing Tommy's limits, she
did not look over at him before continuing. "What I
understand is that most of day one will be spend just
posing alone and Amy will tell me how to stand or sit
while she does a series of sketches of me. Then for the
other pictures she will just let me and who ever I'm
with just do what comes naturally and she sketches as
we do it. Then over a period of months she puts
together the paintings. She said usually the first and
second paintings are very similar, but not always."
Cody again nudged Tommy and said "Dude, you gotta go.
That will be rocking." Then correcting himself she said
"Not that I'd mind doing it, Misty's a ball, but you
really should do it."
Tommy made an unintelligible reply and Cody began to
chide him but Keli cut him off "Tommy isn't sure he
likes all of this, Cody. You and I have been open about
this stuff for a long time, but Tommy is new to this."
Tommy looked up and said "Thanks, your right I am new
to this. It's just, well, so not normal."
"But it should be" Misty jumped in "That's the point"
"So you keep telling me" Tommy said with a bit of
annoyance.
Misty quickly changed the subject to graduation plans
and Keli helped her keep it off that subject the rest
of the night.
Sunday night Misty had to bring the subject back up,
she needed to tell Amy what the plan was going to be.
She called Tommy about 9:30.
"Any possibility you can come with me Friday?" She
asked.
"There is no way my mom would OK me to go with you,
even if we pretended it was a career day thing. I
didn't bring it up the other night, but my mom's has a
friend from church that is on some committee that is
working to oppose the moral degeneracy. And guess what
she asked me about?"
"No?" Misty replied.
"Oh, yes. She asked about the girls at school that
called themselves the Euro- Club and worse she asked if
I know that your mom worked for a organization
promoting immoral lifestyles. I played ignorant, but it
won't be long before she puts all the pieces together."
Misty's heart fell to her feet. She knew this might be
the beginning of the end for she and Tommy. She knew
full well that his mom and his conservative church were
very important to Tommy. When they put the pieces
together he would be under real pressure.
Misty, after thinking, said "No, you really can't
come." She didn't tell him that her mom would be taking
photos of the whole thing so Misty could sell as part
of the package she was working on with the man in the
Cayman's. She realized he was not talking so she
quietly said "You know this is important to me. It is a
once in a lifetime opportunity. I mean Amy is a great
artist and how could I not take this offer?" It wasn't
that she just sprung this on him. He had known about
this since before that first date. Yet still, she knew
this hurt him. "All right, we just won't talk about it
any more."
On the other end of they phone she heard a sad voice
say "OK".
She tried to change the subject, but was not
successful.
A little while latter she went down stairs and found
her mom and dad watching a movie in the family room.
She plopped down next to her mom and said "Go ahead and
tell Amy to get that student to help with the photos on
Friday. It isn't' going to work for Tommy to come."
Her mom paused the movie and asked "Is everything all
right?"
"No!" she almost yelled "Tommy's mom asked about you.
He asked if he knew you worked for some immoral group
that her church is working to oppose."
That got both Bonnie and Cooper's full attention.
"What did she ask?"
"I don't know anymore than that. She knows your name
and that you go around promoting what they call immoral
lifestyles. She also had heard of the Euro-Club but had
not put your work and the club together yet." Misty
felt a tear welling in her eye. "But she will, I'm sure
she will. And when she does she will go crazy."
Bonnie could see the pain in her daughter's eyes but
there was nothing she could say. Misty was right, it
was only a matter of time before she found out who was
the leader of the Euro-Club and from there it was a
short jump to the photos and everything else.
"You could quit the club and tell Tommy you've been
wrong all this time?"
"No I can't" Misty said between sniffles "You know I
can't. This is who I am, I can't sell my self out for a
boy."
Bonnie inwardly smiled. She had a raised a girl of
principle who was not going to abandon her values
easily. She put her arm around her little girl and held
her tight as she cried. That's all there was to be
done.
***
On Friday morning the plan had changed a little.
Caitlin had been invited to go on a "college tour" of
Augusta State with Misty as her dad was a teacher there
after all. The week had been hard and the company would
do Misty well. She and Tommy hadn't offically broken
up, but they were certainly not particularly close.
While Misty was on the quite side on the hour drive to
the FFF office, Caitlin was a chatter box, especially
about her new boyfriend Carl. She went on and on about
how they met. Her dad, who lived just down highway 22
across the Baldwin County line. She stayed with him
every other weekend and about half the summer. He owned
a Goodyear dealership in Milledgeville. Since she was
old enough to answer the phone she had worked at her
dad's the store part time during holidays and summer
break.
Carl started to work as a mechanic in the fall and she
had noticed him right off. He worked part time for her
dad but he was a full time student at the Hancock
College. I just so happened during the week she was
visiting her dad Carl was not in classes and so worked
full time at the shop. "And he is so cute." Caitlin
gushed more than once.
"The first day time I saw him, I wanted to talk to him.
I think he was afraid to talk to me because he hadn't
said a word to me from the first time I saw him in the
store. So one day over Christmas break when I saw him
working, and I made a point, when dad was busy, to go
out to the shop floor and get his attention."
"And how did you do that?" Bonnie said looking back
over to Caitlin's face wedged between the two front
seats in which she and Misty sat.
"What do you think, I made up an excused to go out and
look at his work, and leaned over far enough to let him
get a good look down my shirt."
"That works every time" Misty quipped.
"Men are so predictable" Bonnie agreed.
"For a couple of days I just flirted. I found out he
had broken up with his girlfriend months before but
just hadn't done much dating since. When he didn't get
the hint, I asked him to my New Years party, but he had
already been committed to something at his school."
"Ohh, drag." Misty commented.
"Not so bad, he finally got the idea and asked me to
dinner for later in the week. We clicked right off.
He's from Commerce, and is a sophomore majoring in
International Studies with a minor in German. He is
going to spend this summer in Munich doing an
internship for BMW So of course I told him all about he
Euro Club, and that most defiantly got his interest
when I asked him to tell me all about their nude
beaches."
"So did you molest him that first date?" Bonnie joked.
"NO." Caitlin pouted "I guess it was because I was his
bosses daughter, and that I'm still in high school. It
took me until February to get him into my pants."
Misty began to make a comment, but Caitlin beat her to
the punch "And, yes it was worth the wait." She said
with a broad smile. "He is so good. Takes, his time,
makes sure I'm getting off before he even starts to
try."
"Sounds like someone I want to meet." Bonnie quipped.
"Mom!" Misty chided, "we've been through that"
"Just kidding, just kidding" Bonnie only half honestly
replied.
"He's just wonderful" Caitlin said dreamily.
"Wonderful enough to be a one guy girl?"
"Maybe, but we'll see" Caitlin said.
"I guess today, I've made that decision about Tommy"
Misty said under her breath.
Bonnie heard the comment but chose not to say anything.
Caitlin resumed her chatter.
***
At the studio behind the office Amy had already set up
for her model. The studio was really just he unfinished
portion of the space the foundation rented in the strip
mall. The floor was bare concrete and the ceiling the
metal joists that held up the roof. The meager
florescent lamps were augmented by two forward facing
studio lights. On a wooden platform or stage about 8
inches high, was a backlight that shone on the canvas
backdrop.
"Dr. Douglass, this is Caitlin, she came to lend moral
support, and to get a feeling of the process before she
poses with me next week." Misty said
"Call me Amy." Dr. Douglass said holding out a hand to
Caitlin "You didn't tell me she was this attractive.
That always makes my job easier."
Caitlin blushed, her normal pink skin turning red.
"Do you need a drink or a break before we get started"
Amy said to Misty.
"No, I'm ready to go."
"Good, you can hang your clothes on the rack and then
take your place right here." She said pointing to the
just a simple wooden stool that appeared to be attached
to the wooden floor by a clamp. Once undressed, Misty
was instructed to use the stool more as a crutch as she
stood beside it, rather than to sit upon. "I want you
to extend yourself upward, like a blooming flower." She
explained, then moved behind the easel and picked up a
pencil to begin her sketching. Misty quickly discovered
why the stool was attached to the floor, as by leaning
back on it she was able to stand for a longer time
without moving.
While Amy sketched upward, Caitlin kept up a banter
that occupied Misty though what would have been tedium.
Bonnie came and went from the studio, manning the phone
in the office and using her camera to record the
process for both the foundation and for Misty to use as
a bargaining chip with the web site owner.
Misty was grateful that she let her rest every half an
hour or so. Even still she was tired when Amy said it
was time to break for lunch.
Amy treated them to an upscale diner called the "14th
Street". The girls were impressed by the food and the
service. "Very 'Top Chef" Caitlin noted, echoing
Misty's thoughts.
"For young women doing very "Top Model" work" Bonnie
extended the metaphor from their favorite TV shows.
"But I've only been the "Entourage" so far."
"Witty," Amy noted. Then added "But if you want to join
her, I can start your sketches today. And when Salvador
arrives latter, you can feel free to join them. What
I'm envisioning is that Misty is the stem of a new and
brilliant flower from a root stock made from older
sketches I have made of Bonnie and Cooper. From the
stem of Misty's body will bloom small and intricate
blossoms that will reveal small erotic couplings of
Misty and her lovers."
The others at the table tried to envision it all and
nodded, even though they could not possibly see it yet
the way that Amy could see it in her mind. It was clear
to both Misty and her mother that Amy did have a very
clear idea of what she was trying to do. Misty asked
"Is the part of a new exhibition your planning?"
"Actually yes. I'm scheduled to open a new exhibit in
November, at Berlin's Deutsche Guggenheim museum. It's
a huge step up from the private Gallery exhibition had
last year. It will mean a lot for me and for the
foundation. In it I will extend on the themes I did
last year. One thing is each paining will be a story,
someone's story. Like this one we are doing today. It
will be titled something like Misty's opening, or
arrival or something like that."
"I am working on another painting of an elderly woman
who has a photos dating back to the nineteen-forties of
men who have been lovers. So I'm doing a nude of her,
much like yours but instead of a new blossoming spring
flower she will be a rose bush with it's last peddle
falling, and the fallen flowers will contain images of
she and her past lovers I've constructed from her old
photos and her stories. And you would not believe the
explicit details she gave me to work from. Ideally I'd
like as many of the subjects of my paintings as
possible to come to the opening as part of an
interactive experience."
"I want to go" Misty jumped.
"We will see" her mother cautioned.
"I haven't sold the painting of you and Cooper, I plan
to use it in that exhibit as well, It would be
wonderful if you all could come."
"In that case... well... we will still have to see."
***
When they arrived back at the office/studio, an old car
was already in the parking lot waiting. From it emerged
a tall olive complicated man, a little short but very
handsome in a pair of jeans and a polo shirt.
"Vitor" Dr. Douglass said putting a hand on his
shoulder and motioning Misty over. "This is Misty
Campbell. You will find her most pleasant to work with
today"
Then looking to Misty she said "Misty, this is Vitor
Ferreira, a graduate assistant at the University and
all around great guy."
As they spoke Misty found he was from Brazil and though
he was fluent in English, his Portuguese accent was
still thick enough that she had to be careful to follow
what he said.
Caitlin whispered in her ear "Damn, he's hot."
Misty nodded in complete agreement. "And he smells so
good" she added referring to his cologne that was
enough to get Misty naked even if that weren't on the
agenda. This would be a lot easier that she thought it
would be.
Mrs. Campbell unscrewed the wing nuts that held the
stool fast, before carrying it off the small stage.
From against a wall she brought out what appeared to be
a massage table. It was lower than a regular massage
table and a bit wider but with the face hole in one end
was clearly a massage table.
"Caitlin, while Misty and are getting ready, could you
be my stand-on so I can adjust the lights?" Dr.
Douglass asked.
With out asking for instructions to do so, Caitlin
pulled her tee-shirt over her head, tossed it, on a
chair by the wall. While Ms. Campbell cinch down the
wing nuts to secure the table, she unsnapped her jeans
and let them fall to the floor, then, as she had worn
neither bra or panties, she hopped naked up on the
surface.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked with a hopeful
air.
"Well," Dr. Douglass said "Aren't you the eager one?"
she visibly looked Caitlin over "and the pretty one"
she added. "As much as you seem ready to pose, all I
need right now is for you to stay there while I adjust
these lights.
Bonnie, seeing this, went to the cabinet and picked up
the camera she had been using all morning. It was a
professional level Nikon, owned by the foundation, used
for both historical record and for PR photos. Amy had
bought it back in November and Bonnie had been taking
it on her travels. Oddly enough, she didn't actually
shoot it much, but rather asked the hosts of the events
to shoot photos of her doing her presentations.
With it's large super-zoom lens and external flash, it
looked difficult to use, but on the AUTO mode, it did
everything but operate the zoom and frame the photos.
She had been told to point the flash above where the
lens was pointed and the photos came out wonderful
nearly every time.
"Here, Caitlin," Bonnie said. "Give me a pose, I'll
shoot you some while we wait"
Caitlin did not hesitate but got to her knees on the
table and stuck a series of glamour poses while Amy
fiddled with the lights.
As she shot she said, if you'll give Misty a release
before we go to St. Martin next month she can see if
the owner of her site would like to buy photos of you
too."
"Really, do you think he would?"
"I can't see him turning you down. You have a figure
that just won't quit. He'll love you."
By the time Amy had finished the lights and even begun
a sketch of Caitlin, Misty and Vitor came back into the
studio room. Cleary Misty had refreshed her make-up and
hair. She wore her short terry cloth robe and he was
naked. His body was sculpted and his noticeably long
penis swinging free. Under her breath Bonnie said
"Damn".
"So you've started with out us," Misty said referring
to Caitlin's posing
"Oh, I'm sorry" Caitlin said, a little startled.
"No silly, I was just kidding. Go ahead. Let us watch
and let Amy finish her sketch.
"Oh, OK" she said and resumed her previous pose.
Bonnie kept shooting, but could not help noticing out
of the corner of her eye, that Misty had saddled up
beside Vitor and was evidently continuing a conversion
begun in the other part of the office while she
primped. Not only was she talking quietly, but her
right hand was on his back, rubbing slowly.
Misty, was indeed carrying on a conversation, not of
any real substance, but just warming up to the guy she
was about to have sex with, in front of Dr. Douglass
and her mother. There was no question he was the best
looking guy she had ever been with. Looking him over in
the bathroom mirror as she got her hair done, she
wondered if she would ever do it with a guy this good
looking again.
What reluctance she had last week to do it with a guy
other than Tommy was gone now. Standing in the studio,
her hand feeling the hard mussels under his brown skin.
And that ass! With intent, as they watched Caitlin
pose, her left hand went down to the smooth curve of
his ass. Too smooth, she suddenly realized. He was
smooth like a girl. Smoother than she was and she'd
just saved this morning.
He was waxed she realized, and she was surprised that
his soothe hairless skin turned her on. She had vaguely
noted that he had no pubic hair when she first saw him
with out his pants, but only now she realized he had no
hair anywhere but on his head. She felt her nipples
harden and become sensitive against the terry cloth
robe. This will be fun she almost said aloud.
"That's good Caitlin, We'll finish you later, but we
only have Vitor until 4:00, so we got to get going with
him."
"No prob," She said hopping from the table and scooping
up her jeans.
Misty let Vitor lead her up onto the low stage with a
hand on the small of her back.
"Here's what I need you to do" Amy said "I want you two
to be as natural as can be and enjoy yourselves. But,
when I tell you that I like what your doing, keep doing
that if possible until I tell you I'm done. I'll try to
sketch a between ten and twenty images of you two to
work with when I do my painting. It that OK?"
"OK" Misty said as she was already moving into the
zone. They stood in front of the table and Vitor was
now looking into her eyes with passion as his hands
caressed the sides of her torso.
Amy continued "Here Vitor, I have some music for you
guys," and immediately the room filled with music, a
music that Misty couldn't place. The rhythm was Latin,
but the style seemed like Frank Sinatra.
Vitor's naked hips began to sway, "It's Bosa Nova from
my country."
He held on to her hips and said "Go with me. It's the
most erotic music in the world."
She tried to match the rhythmic sway of his hips and
the roll the feet with each step. It was new to her,
but he was so graceful, so natural to this. Right in
front of him, she realized he was not tall at all, in
fact just a few inches taller than her, but his dark
eyes, his bronze skin, his defined physique, he was,
for want of a better word, beautiful.
The motion and rhythm came to her. Her hand on his
waist, his on her shoulder, they danced until she was
utterly lost in his gaze.
He held her closer. She knew the tapping on her pubis
was his erection. She did not look, just felt.
Closer.
With a wanton ferocity her kisses exploded on his
mouth. She wanted him. To taste him, savor him devour
him. It was so different than the amazing first time
with Tommy, almost it's opposite. This was not loving
and giving, this was lusting and taking. She wanted all
this man could give and then take more. She pulled him
hard to her and pressed his fully engorged penis hard
against her vulva.
His shorter stature was perfect for this, the shaft of
his penis pressed up into the cleft in her vulva. She
could feel the ridge of the head below her navel, and
on her clit was the firm shaft. She pressed and began
to hump against it while she pursued his mouth in her
spider's kiss.
From not twenty feet away Bonnie watched her daughter.
Sometimes through he camera's lens, but mostly she just
watched.
She, unlike her husband, had no squeamishness regarding
their daughter's sexuality. She was clearly enjoying
herself and it was purely animalisticly sexual.
The two sets of hips, pressed together continued to
sway to the rhythm of the music even as Misty was
thrusting her hips in the same rhythm into his pelvis
(and the erection). She snapped off a few more photos
then shifted to a new angle then looked through the
view finder. Misty seemed to be crawling up his body.
One of her long legs was up to his waist. She is so
limber was the thought that shot through Bonnie mind.
"Good, keep doing that" Amy barked.
Bonnie looked over to her friend, boss and occasional
lover, using charcoal feverously sketching the couple.
Looking back to Misty and Vitor, they did as they were
asked, except Vitor had moved a hand to help support
Misty's leg perched on his hip. The break in
spontaneity also appeared to slacked the intensity of
their kissing, but at the same time it afforded her,
just like it did Amy, a chance to think out and frame
her shots. She mounted the camera on the tripod she had
previously set up behind Amy, turned off the flash and
shot in the available light. Amy sketching in the
foreground and Misty and Vitor in the back ground.
Slewing the camera over to her left and widening the
lens to is maximum, she had Amy in the far right, the
couple in the center and Caitlin in the far left, still
wearing only her jeans, absentmindedly pinching one
nipple as she watched her friend. The image of Caitlin
was so good, she zoomed in and shot a few of just
Caitlin before moving the tripod to shoot the same set
of photos from a slightly different angle.
When Dr. Douglass finally said "Good I got it" Misty
was more than ready to move a bit.
She broke the kiss and planted both feet on the floor.
She looked over to Caitlin, over Vitor's left shoulder,
"This guy knows how to kiss!"
She motioned to him not to move and she took the pillow
from the massage table and placed it at Vitor's feet.
She was ready to taste him. It would have been easier
to put him on the table and just lean over to suck him,
but she was aware of Dr. Douglass's location and wanted
her to get an opportunity to sketch this in profile.
To her knees she went down on the pillow. Given their
similar height and the pillow, her mouth face was
higher relive to his penis than she was accustomed, but
this was nice, she leaned forward, pushing the tip of
his penis over with her cheek and kissed his lower
stomach. She tasted his salty sweat. The music
continued. She continued.
Bonnie kept shooting. He was so handsome. She moved
behind Misty to shoot him and the back of Misty's head
as she took him into her mouth. She was glad that Amy
had a blanket release from him on all the work done in
the studio. These photos would be very good.
Amy had made an agreement with Vitor in the fall that
she would do a full sized portrait of his fiancé' in
exchange for modeling as needed with women with out
partners. She knew Vitor's fiancé had no expectation of
him being monogamous so the arrangement seemed to
please everyone. The Brazilian's had nearly arrived at
the point that the FFF was pushing the Americans to go.
Misty's hand gripped the rock hard ass, pulling the
equally hard dick deeper into her mouth. She was sure
she could take every bit of this beautiful, but not
overly large, penis down her throat. Though he looked
long soft, as it turned out he was not much larger
hard, just one of those guys built that way. She could
take all of Tommy with some effort and she didn't think
Vitor was quite as big, almost but not quite.
What was odd, was when she had taken was she was sure
would be the whole thing, she did not feel the normal
pubic hair on her lips. Relaxing her throat she went
down once more, and her lips came to rest on his
hairless pelvis.
Not far away Amy was sketching and Bonnie was shooting.
"No, no more," Vitor said in his thick accent, "I can't
control if you keep doing that"
Mistly removed the organ from her mouth and looked up
"You liked that?"
"Too much I liked it." He said. "Now I do you."
She looked over at Amy with a question on her face that
Amy understood "Your fine, I did two full sketches of
that already."
And Misty's jaw was pretty tired, she'd been doing him
for quite a while and she knew he was close because
she'd been tasting it coming for some time. Vitor
patted the padded surface of the table, "Lay here."
She picked up the pillow from the ground then complied
laying face first, looking down through the face hole
in the table.
"Just relax, and close your eyes," was the next
instruction.
She closed her eyes. Her skin tingled in anticipation.
For what she did not know, but clearly he was going to
do something. Something she would surely like.
She almost jumped when the first of the liquid hit the
small or her back. Her eyes now opened she saw a bottle
in his hand. It was an oil, warm on her skin, and
smelled of strawberries.
He began to spread the small pool from her stomach
across her torso, over her back, across her shoulders.
She had heard of using oils as a sex thing, but had
never felt it. With practiced skill the oil was allied
from her neck to the tips of her fingers and toes. The
hands, strong but gentle, worked the oil into her skin
with a light massage. So relaxing, so sensual.
Something she had never, ever experienced before.
Almost sleeplike she felt his hands going back over her
body, more deliberate, more intense, more emphasis on
her inner thighs and buttocks.
"Let me turn you over," he whispered in her ear.
Again the oil began in a puddle, this time in her
navel. Again he spread the oil from there up to her
neck and arms and down to her toes. He gave equal time
to both 'pubic' and 'private' areas of her body, not
dwelling on her breast or smoothly shaven pubis, but
not avoiding them either. As before she was in a deeply
relaxed mode when he began the second pass. This time
however, he spent significantly more time on her
breasts and even more carefully caressing every fold
and of her genital area.
After he finished her feet for the second pass, she
waited. A moment passed. Lips closed on her nipple.
Gently he kissed her breast. Another set of lips, on
her other breast. She opened one eye to confirm it was
Caitlin on the other side. Gently his hands moved over
the slick surface of her breast. Then back into her
semi-trance. Four hands on her breast, on her stomach,
on her legs. Three hands glided over the inner and
outer thighs, one hand rubbed her mound softly,.
All this was, as Bonne watched, choreographed by Amy
who had moved up on a painter's step latter and was now
looking down from just off the small stage. Using hand
signals to guide both Vitor and Caitlin in their manual
dance on Misty, and to Bonnie who was recording the
happening in a digital record from which Amy would
refer for the next few months as she worked on the
painting.
Amy motioned to Bonnie to give her the camera for a
moment. From her perch Amy snapped off a few frames
before going back to her sketches.
The pace of the afternoon had left Misty aroused nearly
continuously for hours. She was loving this but was
more than ready for the pace to pick up. Even when the
massage had been on her clit, it was slow and
deliberate. More than enough to arouse her, not nearly
enough to bring relief.
She didn't realize that it was Caitlin who had taken
over the pleasure of her vulva until she felt her legs
lifted and the table shake, she opened her eyes to find
Vitor kneeling on the foot of the table holding her
legs up and spread.
Caitlin kissed her on the lips then again moved away
from Misty.
Misty left her eyes open. He was so beautiful. His
erection was clad in a red condom, which in his
position on his knees holding her legs pointed like an
arrow to her own aroused sex.
He lay her legs on his hips and moved down over her.
His hands slid over the oil slicked skin. His penis
entered her with out any guidance from her.
She was so slick, he writhed on her body for a few
moments before sliding back up onto his knees, but
gripping her waist firmly, pulling her hips from the
table still impaled by his penis.
One had held her waist as the other skated over the
slick skin.
"Just like that Vitor, hold for a minute."
Hold her he did, but his free hand kept busy bring
pleasure to Misty's skin. This was good, she would not
complain if he did this for an hour. Every few minutes
he switched hands but all the while his penis didn't
soften a bit.
She and Vitor looked into each other's eyes as if to
bring will each other arousal to a higher level. His
hands were good. his penis great and together they were
just wonderful. Another first in a very interesting
day.
"OK, go on" Amy said.
Vitor put both hands on her hips and lifted her a bit
higher before commencing to stroke. Neither fast nor
slow, but steady and with purpose. Once he commenced he
released one hand and used his thumb to pressure her
clitoris. It did not take long of this added stimulus
to bring Misty off for the first time, and second time
of the day.
When she had finished the second time Vitor began to
change positions but Amy's voice said, "Hang on just a
little bit more."
Vitor looked at Misty as if to say 'Oh well I tried'.
Reading his eyes she said "That's all right Dr.
Douglass, I can stand this longer." And then added "A
lot longer."
Everyone was ticked by the comment, but she knew
another orgasm wasn't just a moment away. The tide had
crested and would need to rebuild. But it certainly did
feel good. She relaxed and just casually enjoyed the
feelings until Amy said "OK, done," a few minutes
later.
Vitor let her hips to the table. His penis was finally
loosing it's rigidity. Amy must have seen that and said
"You guys need a break."
Misty really was ready to take a break. This was more
work than she had anticipated.
Bonnie arrived seconds later with cold cans of Coke for
everyone.
Misty was warm, hot even from both the intensity of the
action and from the hot lights shining down on her, so
she didn't bother to put back on her robe as she gulped
down the Coke. "How the sketches going Dr. Douglass?"
"Good, I've got quite a few good working sketches."
"This is more work than I thought it'd be." Misty told
Amy.
"Didn't look to me like you were suffering too much"
Bonnie quipped.
Misty stuck her tongue out at her mother.
"I know this isn't what I did with your parents and
their friends, this is more a mix of natural movement
and posing." Misty nodded "What I'd like now is to use
Caitlin as well to try something I thought of while she
was with you guys for a moment. Since when she comes
back Vitor won't be here, I wanted to dot something
that might be the center piece for the painting."
Turning to Vitor, "If you could take the table away,
and Bonnie could you get the red mat from the closet."
In a few moments, the table was gone replaced with what
appeared to be a gymnastics pad on the studio's stage.
Bonnie sat in for the girls who went to the bathroom to
retouch makeup and hair, so that Amy could reset the
lights.
"Bonnie," Amy said as she made adjustments "How the
photos going?"
"I think I got quite a few good working shots for you,
and I think I got some really good photos that would
stand on their own too."
"Good, as we put the exhibition together we might be
able to use some your stuff too."
Bonnie was flattered.
In the bathroom Caitlin gushed "So, how was he? He is
so good looking."
Misty pulled her make-up out of the small bag. "He is,
isn't he?"
"Duhhhh."
'And he is amazing with his hands."
"I was so turned on watching. And so jealous" Caitlin
said as she touched up her own hair.
"It was good, I was so into it. I'm sure he is quite
the Don Juan in real life." She stopped talking to
focus on her eyeliner. After she was done she added "It
is kinda weird posing though." She put on lip stick the
continued "I'll just be really getting into it and I'll
see mom with the camera or Dr. Douglass will tell us to
hold a position. It's not that it's not sexy being the
center of attention, but it's different."
"Yea, when I was up there I kept thinking all the time
'how does this look?"
"Like that, yea."
"But you did get off?" Caitlin querie, "those didn't
look fake."
"Oh, they were real. How could I help it with the best
looking guy I've ever met, let alone fucked"
Caitlin chucked as she ran the brush through her hair.
"Now" Amy told her three models "I want Misty to stand,
on this" She said producing a step stool "in the
center, like you did earlier with your arms up like you
are a plant reaching for the sky. Vitor, you and
Caitlin get on your knees Caitlin you get in front of
Misty and Vitor you get behind her."
Misty stood on the stool, Caitlin, knelt down in front
of her, her face coming to Misty's mid thigh. Vitor did
the same with his face just below the curve of her
buttocks.
Amy from beside her easel said "Now, Vitor and Caitlin,
you two are going to encourage her to grow tall and
strong. If you can, try to let the motions of caressing
Misty be as natural possible. I'm going to do a few
sketches of your efforts to help the Misty plant
blossom on her 18th birthday. Misty had almost
forgotten that it was her birthday, what a story she
would have to tell of her 18th in years to come.
She turned the music back on, this time it was neo-
classical, even Misty knew it from watching the
original Fantasia DVD. It was in fact Stravinsky's Rite
of Spring,. She knew it was just right for what Dr.
Douglass was painting.
Bonne took up one shooting position after another as
Misty was "encouraged to grow" by the caresses that ran
from her knees to her just below her crotch. Amy's idea
was a good one, the images she was taking looked very
artistic she could easily see how in the painting this
would be a plant and the foliage. Half way through she
had to change memory cards. She had taken that many
shots?"
She was just putting in the new card when Amy told
Misty to step off the stool, which naturally moved the
attention she was getting eight inches higher. She also
had Misty turn 90° so the two "leaves" were on her
sides rather than directly to her front and back, which
also changed the dynamic. She assumed those eight
inches were the difference between just sensual to
explicitly sexual; however, Vitor's subsequent
movements belied her assumption.
Pointing the camera back at the "models" she resumed
shooting and Amy resumed sketching.
Vitor moved very sensually, almost as if he were in a
choreographed dance. He was so fluid, like a ballet
dancer. The Stravinsky's ballet music likely influenced
, surely influenced Vitor's movements. Caitlin appeared
to be watching and mimicking his motions, though will
considerably less finesse. Their hands slid
effortlessly over Misty's still oily body, now ranging
from her upper thigh to her breasts. In continuous
motion, never stopping to focus on one particular spot.
Bonnie moved to take a look at Amy's sketches and asked
"Is he a trained dancer?"
Amy didn't stop working with the pieces of charcoal,
simply nodded and said "Yes, that's why I use him."
Bonnie looked at the large sheet Amy was using. There
were four completed sketches, and the one she was doing
appeared almost complete. She was working very fast..
Two were full figure and two were close ups, one of
Vitor's hands on Misty's thigh, and one of Misty's
face. The one she was completing was mostly of Caitlin,
from her midriff up through her arms reaching up to
Misty's breast and upper back.
On a table to her right lay eight or nine completed
pages, some with just one detailed sketch encompassing
the whole of Misty and Vitor, most with many small
details of parts of what Amy saw.
Amy put down her charcoal, and used her now nearly
black fingers to switch to a new CD. This music was
very different. It was a Samba. Brazilian like the
earlier music, but much faster tempo with the
percussion, apparently bongos or something like that,
as the lead instrument. The over all effect was to move
Vitor, and by example, Caitlin, from sensual ballet to
erotic samba. Vitor's hips began to dance, though he
was still on his knees. His hands, now inexorably moved
to Misty's pelvis region.
"Let the music flow through you Misty" Amy directed.
Slowly Bonnie watch Misty begin to move to the music as
four hands became increasingly sexual in their
movements.
Bonnie resumed shooting.
"Misty, turn around, face the backdrop" Amy said after
a full page sketch was completed.
Misty did so and the music continued, the hand
continued to work on Misty and Bonnie moved around the
room shooting both the models and Amy at work and
photos including both the models and Amy.
Another page completed by Amy.
"Now" Amy stepped from the easel "Vitor and Caitlin
stand up, and Misty, face the front again and step back
on the stool." She adjusted one of the lights "Vitor
and Caitlin, rather than staying in one place, I want
you to slowly, move around her. When I say slowly, I
mean like take 5 to 10 minutes to make a circuit. You
are now trying to make the flower bloom. You do know
what I mean?"
Caitlin jumped to answer "To make her cum."
"Yes, that's the idea. From what I understand you have
a good bit of experience with what Misty likes. Right?"
Caitlin nodded, "Lots."
"Then Vitor, will follow your lead. Feel free to tell
him what she likes, but Misty, I want you to just focus
on yourself and trust Caitlin. OK?"
"Fine, but I need a break to pee," Misty said.
Bonnie added "They've been at this an hour."
"Oh, I didn't' realize it's bee that long."
"OK."
Back to work a few minutes later, the Samba music
resumed and with just a little warm up, the players and
artists resumed their parts.
Misty was tired. She was ready to get this over. She
was now not really in the mood, but she wanted to
cooperate, so she closed her eyes and focused on the
music and the attention her body was receiving.
The music, its steady rhythmic drum beat, it took no
effort to begin to move her arms and body to the music.
Her arms moved above her head with the tempo. It was
sexy, maybe she could get back into the mood.
The hands, they first spread more oil on her. She could
easily tell which hands belonged to who, but she pushed
the details from her mind and focused on the feeling.
She was a flower she told herself. She drew energy from
the hands on her body and moved it to her own hands
above her head. The warming oil was over, her skin
tingled even when not being touched.
The hands soon stopped gliding over her body as they
had before, but began focusing on her erogenous zones.
The small of her back, her navel, her buttocks, her
breasts and the folds of her vulva. She felt a finger,
two fingers enter her as another hand rubbed her mound
firmly but slowly. She pulled the energy from her now
aroused labia and felt it course up her torso, up her
arms and to her hands which danced their own dance in
the air.
She Caitlin and Vitor were all one now, one being, one
flower straining to bloom. Her breathing became slow,
deep and regular. The urges from her between her thighs
became more pronounced. She was tempted to focus on
reaching a climax, but she resisted. She kept pulling
the energy from her arousal and letting it build in her
upper body, arms and hands.
Bonnie, watching and shooting all the while was
entranced by the spectacle. It was just as Amy had
instructed, a flower being coaxed to bloom. Vitor and
Caitlin were so intense, using their hands, their
mouths and their bodies pressed against Misty. It was
with out a doubt very sexual, but at the same time it
was not sex like she usually thought of it.
Hands and lips settled on Misty's breasts, and in her
crotch, but that was not the heart of what was
happening. Misty's hands seem to move and react to what
was happening below, but she never looked down, he face
almost always looking up, yet with her eyes closed.
Misty's hips now moved with the music. Bonnie was sure
the flower would soon bloom.
Amy left the easel and whispered into Vitor's ear, and
handed him what was evidently a condom. He stepped
back, Caitlin stooped over and buried her face in the
triangle of Misty's crotch.
Misty's hands spread up the pace of their movements.
Vitor, stoked his penis, which had not been at full
staff since before Caitlin joined, but it quickly
responded to the new mission and was full in moments.
He tapped Caitlin on the shoulder, and quickly put his
hands on Misty's waist. Caitlin slipped up Misty's
body, maintaining contact all the way. She looked over
at Vitor, down at his condom clad penis and nodded
knowingly.
With out a rush that would disrupt the tempo, Caitlin
slowly moved clockwise till she was standing behind
Misty, and Vitor was directly in front of her, the tip
of his erect penis, just pressing into the cleft
between Misty's legs.
Misty, even in her semi-trace like state, felt the
unmistakable shape of the head of Vitor's penis
pressing on her lips, she instinctively shimmied until
the lips parted and the head wore a hat of her flesh.
She struggled to maintain the singularity of thought
that she had attained. Part of her mind began to focus
on the feeling of the penis, and another thought asked
what was going to happen next. She deliberately made
her deep breathing her center of attention, from there
she would move back to drawing energy from what Vitor
was doing.. She wanted this moment, she was determined
to be that flower.
With a firm but gentle grip, Vitor's hands closed on
the back of her thighs. He began to pull gently.
Another set of hands, Caitlin's, followed by the
softness of her full bust pressed on her back. The
combination gently pulled her feet from the stool. This
jolted her momentarily out of her zone, but before she
could process what was happening, she had wrapped her
legs around Vitor's waist for support.
Caitlin pressed her tightly against Vitor's chest by
wrapped around her arms around her torso and pulling
the three of them into a tight knot. Misty's arms
remained over her head, and she was fully impaled by
Victor's penis.
All this happened so fast, though her focus had been
jarred from her "blooming", it took just a moment to
realize she would not fall and once secure in the new
position, she rapidly became the flower again.
Vitor continued to move his hips in a circular motion
following the music. She felt very secure, even after
Caitlin, released her grip and stepped back Vitor was
clearly completely stable, easily able to keep her 110
lbs secure. He rolled his feet on the padding under his
feet, samba dancing as best as he could with her on
him. Her weight pressed down on his pelvic bone, right
on her clit. She soon knew it would be more than enough
to help her make the final assent to blooming.
Bonnie kept shooting. She was amazed how effortlessly
he danced with Misty on his pelvis. He was so strong.
He was so sexy. She felt a tinge of jealousy as she
could tell her daughter was about to climax while she
was hot and tired of shooting photos.
Misty threw her hands high in the air and let out a
full throated scream when after over an hour and a half
of unreleased stimulation burst upon her. Just as Amy
had planned the event, like a daylily she burst into
life then wilted as the energy ran it's course. Her
arms fell to Vitor's shoulders, her legs lost their
grip and she began to slide down.
Vitor laid her down gently like a crushed kitten. Her
body heaved grabbing each breath in gulps. He skin,
covered in sweat glistened in the photographic lights.
Bonnie kept shooting, there was something about her
laying there. Something strong, but vulnerable; amorous
but spent. Misty's eyes were closed and her breathing
subsided.
It was only after Bonne took her attention from Misty
that she saw Caitlin bent over the massage table,
taking deep and powerful strokes from Vitor. Her large
breast swinging forward with each thrust but only
making it half way back before the next hammer blow
jarred Caitlin forward again. Bonnie wondered if that
hurt.
She checked the time, they still had nearly an hour to
meet the University tour guide, that gave Caitlin a
good 20 minutes with the Latin Adonis before they
needed to get cleaned up to go. With that thought, she
lifted the camera from around her neck and began
shooing again.
Continued in part 29...
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