As she motioned me over to join her in front of Jimmy’s camera, surrounded by a nest of hot studio lights, I realized that agreeing to let my boyfriend shoot some nude pictures of me, weeks ago, had started out almost innocently; a private sexual indulgence between lovers, but which was now progressing inch-by-inch into things that ‘nice’ girls didn’t do. Was I intentionally letting events happen to cast-off, once and for all, the squeaky-clean image everyone had of me since high school, or was this just one of the many ways ‘nice’ girls unwittingly became naughty-girls? But then, nothing at all might happen between us today, I reassured myself.
I could see very clearly that my boyfriend was thoroughly aroused. Had he fantasized about me being with another girl, or was it just the fact that he was photographing two beautiful naked girls, and his relationship with one of them was not even part of the equation? I tip-toed into the scene, careful not to disturb the background props behind us, and threw off the open-knit shawl, which was the only thing I still had on. Sheri threw her arm over my shoulder, and we waited for artistic direction.
I tousled my long, blond hair around, and shook it back out of my face, as Sheri and I giggled nervously with our arms around each other. Our skin was warm to each other’s touch, and I knew both our pussies were wet. Mine was tingling even, as I had never posed for a picture this erotic before. Jimmy told us to move closer, and we obediently scrunched together, with the sides of our breasts bouncing against one another, and I felt something like the bottom dropping out of my stomach at the unexpected sensation. Then, click~whirrr… and our first nude picture together was history.
We smiled, we pouted, we even hammed it up, making duck-lips, as the camera caught us and froze our every move together. Jimmy told us to stop messing around and get sexy, but it was the only way we could relax and get used to being this close with each other, in such a completely new and different way. We turned and kissed on the lips, just to tease him. He missed the shot, and told us to do it again, and hold it until we looked just right. What was taking him so long? The butterflies in my tummy were fluttering like crazy!
Sheri started to giggle in my mouth, and my boyfriend stopped shooting, waiting for us to get serious. But even if this was just messing around, something suddenly felt different. I started breathing heavily and pulled my best friend close to me, with our arms around each other, so our bare breasts were crushed tightly together, and our tongues found their way into each other’s mouths. We had practiced kissing like this once as teenagers, albeit with nighties on, pretending we were each other’s boyfriend, and I had stopped because something had felt different, and that had scared me. Only this time, I wasn’t going to stop.
Whatever happened between us, Sheri felt it too. My boyfriend was no longer even in the room. He could have been on Mars, for all we knew. We were on Venus! Our kisses grew deep and passionate. We were kissing for real, and I knew Sheri didn’t want to stop any more than I did. Years of friendship changed in the blink of an eye, and we were teenagers again… the way we should have been back then, if I hadn’t been so scared and timid during our sleepovers; if I hadn’t been the ever-so straight-laced and proper little girl my parents had expected me to be.
I was a big girl now, and I loved these feelings. I loved them the moment Jimmy had talked me into surrendering my virginity to him, and I loved them the moment I had pulled off my last stitch of clothes, and first let Jimmy take my picture in the nude. Now, I loved feeling Sheri’s hard nipples pressed into mine. Why hadn’t we done this before? What’s so nice about being a ‘nice’ girl?
Sheri and I didn’t even care whether we were being photographed any more. We were vaguely aware that Jimmy had taken the camera off the tripod, and was circling about us, hunching down to grab candid shots from whatever angle we availed him, as we writhed around each other on the soft pillows beneath us. He caught us sucking each other’s nipples, and erotically petting each other’s bodies until our fingers found their way into each other’s soaked pussies.
We were both thrilled with our new-found freedom, and even came up for air long enough for my boyfriend to coax us into ever more suggestive positions we were only too willing to try. Our unbridled enthusiasm was making this photo-shoot so erotic and spontaneous that Jimmy had to frantically look for another memory-card, when his camera was filled to capacity with so many captured moments of our insatiable lust. I had tasted my best friend’s juices, and she had tasted mine, and my boyfriend was torn between trying to capture it all with his camera, and laying it aside in the desperate hope that we might let him join us.
I had never even thought seriously about licking another girl’s pussy before, and all I knew about it was what I found pleasurable when my boyfriend had gone down on me. Finding myself staring into Sheri’s juicy sex, and wanting nothing more than to give her as much pleasure as she was giving me, I became an expert fast. My fingers, my lips, and my tongue learned by doing, and teasing my girlfriend’s clit to nirvana was now permanently in my repertoire.
While Sheri and I were curled up in a sixty-nine position, our photographer was sometimes taking our picture, and sometimes stroking his rock-hard cock, which he no longer seemed to be able to keep in his pants. I had never felt so uninhibited in my life, and if my boyfriend had been filming us on video, instead of still-frame, I wouldn’t have cared at this point if it was all streaming out live on the net. I didn’t even care that my best friend was seeing Jimmy’s bare boner waving around in our faces as he squatted in close, to shoot us tribbing with each other.
After we had rubbed our bare pussies together until we exploded with mind-blowing climaxes, Sheri reached out and grabbed Jimmy’s cock, and pulled it to her mouth. I squirmed on my ass, scissored between her cum-streaked thighs, completely fascinated, as I watched my girlfriend giving my boyfriend a blowjob right in front of my eyes. Never in my life had I dreamed I would ever watch another girl with my guy, and not be jealous, and yet here it was happening. I sat and watched for a few minutes as Jimmy’s head was thrown back in ecstasy, his cock disappearing into Sheri’s mouth, over and over again, while I nestled my sex into hers.
I decided to grab the camera myself, and take some pictures of Sheri taking Jimmy all the way down her throat. I could only wonder what might be happening now if Mike was here in our basement, watching this photoshoot-turned-orgy! Although Sheri had had her share of cocks, the only guy I had ever been with was Jimmy. I wasn’t exactly sure how jealous my boyfriend was, as I had never given him any reason to be put to the test, but… for the first time in my life, big things were going through my mind!
To my amazement, I heard myself encouraging my boyfriend to take his cock out of my best friend’s mouth, and put it into her pussy instead, so I could take more pictures of them together. Sheri loved the idea, and pushed Jimmy down on the cushions, mounting him cowgirl-style. After she rolled her pelvis forward and back, guiding his manhood through her sloppy-wet groove for a few strokes to get him lubricated, I watched my boyfriend’s cock disappear inside another beautiful girl’s pussy. I snapped away, capturing the exciting scene forever. I hoped I would feel the same way about them fucking each other after this was all over, as I did at this moment.
I laid the camera aside, and decided to join them, although I really wished I could have had some pictures of that too. I straddled Jimmy’s face while Sheri was mounted right behind me, lifting up on her knees, and plunging back down on his stiffy. Sheri, groaning loudly as she feverishly pumped my boyfriend, reached around me and cupped my tits, rolling my stiff nipples between her fingers. With Jimmy’s tongue probing into my juicy hole, and Sheri pinching my titties, I climaxed with a wicked grunt, and flooded my boyfriend’s face with my cum.
With his face glazed over with my juices, Jimmy was shaking his ass, rising up to slap himself deep into Sheri’s dripping cunt, and within moments, he exploded inside her. She cooed, as she felt his hot semen running out from her slit and all over her mound. The three of us slowly broke apart and rolled onto the pillows, almost tipping over a prop column in front of the back-drop. Jimmy was useless to us now, but he was certainly happy!
Sheri was lying on her back with her knees drawn up to her sides, so I crawled between her soft thighs, and buried my face in her runny cunt, licking my boyfriend’s sperm out of her oozing hole. I reached up and playfully fingered her pointy, sensitive nipples, and she gasped, squeezing out one more orgasm before she was through, along with a river of my boyfriend’s cum, right onto my lapping tongue. I swallowed the tangy cocktail of both their intermingled juices, and rolled my head over to rest on her inner thigh.
We were all utterly spent, as were two memory-cards full of steamy photos, which could incriminate the three of us forever. It was so worth it though! I never knew sex could be like that before, and my goody-two-shoes reputation was gone forever as well. It had taken far too long to rid myself of all my inhibitions, I thought to myself, as my companions in crime lay in exhausted heaps around me. I breathed in the heady scent of my best friend’s glistening pussy, just inches from my nose, and thought of one last thing I wanted to do.
I crawled over to Jimmy on my hands and knees, and took his limp cock into my mouth. I wanted to taste Sheri’s juices coating it, and reclaim my boyfriend’s manhood for myself, after sharing it with another girl for the first, but not the last time. He slowly swelled in my mouth as I sucked him in deeply, and he even surprised himself, by getting stiff again within a few minutes.
I looked up at him, and gave him a wink, while my tongue deftly rode the swollen ridge below his head, and he collapsed back with a groan. I knew this was his magic spot. I knew he had just shot an ungodly load of sperm into my girlfriend, like he had probably never done before, but he had more, I knew. Mike’s reputation for size may have preceded him, but I was going to show Sheri that my boyfriend had stamina! She turned on her side and watched us for awhile, then slithered up to join me.
We pushed his thighs apart, and both of us huddled together between his legs, my tongue slurping up and down one side of his cock, while Sheri’s tongue wrapped itself around the other side. Our tongues met half-way around his meaty shaft, and while we both slid our curled tongues up and down in opposition, we heard his breathing get deeper and his ab-muscles rippled up tautly. I took one of his balls in my mouth to suck gently, while Sheri sucked his whole rigid shaft into her mouth. We took turns, and his oozing pre-cum was being lapped up first by Sheri, then me.
Jimmy drew his knees up, barely able to control himself, and we sped up our ministrations, pumping the base of his shaft, while moving his head in and out of each other’s sunken cheeks with sucking and popping sounds. We tortured him like that for a few minutes longer than we should have, then jacked him fast and hard, to see which of our faces he came on first. His overstimulated penis wagged in front of our gaping mouths as both our hands grabbed his member, above and below each other’s. He finally spewed-forth his milky curd in a trembling panic, with three or four powerful spurts, as his hands clenched-up into some yielding pillows beside his hips.
His breath rasped, and caught in his throat in his excitement, but he suddenly streamered us both, draping strings of viscous, translucent cum from our chins to our foreheads. We dutifully licked off each other’s faces and chins, then shared with each other, snow-balling from her mouth to mine, then back again, as we lapped up every precious drop. As our cum-soaked tongues filled each other’s mouths, Jimmy just fell off his elbows again, with his limp dick still in our hands. He had pumped another prodigious load, half of which we each swallowed.
Sheri and I could probably have kissed the whole afternoon, but Jimmy finally got up and turned off the bright studio lamps, and started putting things away, as he gathered them up from around us. Our make-believe sensual Xanadu of pillars and plants, backdrop and cushions, disappeared quickly, and we were left with only the two pillows upon which we lounged. We ran upstairs, still naked, and got something to drink. With all the juices we had drained out of one another, we were probably dehydrated.
While Jimmy impatiently uploaded two SD cards full of pictures into his laptop, Sheri and I took a shower together, and wrapped up in terry-cloth robes afterwards, waiting to see the slideshow of our wild afternoon. He put different groups into different folders, then let us see the results of Sheri’s first semi-professional photo-shoot. We couldn’t possibly view them all, but picked out a few dozen of our favorites, and Sheri was duly impressed with the ones Jimmy had taken of her alone. She wasn’t even sure she could wait until Mike’s birthday to show them to him, and mysteriously, I felt the same impatience!
We spent the next hour huddled together on the sofa, reliving our amazing afternoon through the images displayed on a fifteen-inch screen. Jimmy sat wedged between us, still naked; his flaccid cock, hiding under the laptop, was still sticky with our dried saliva. I asked Sheri what she was going to say to Mike when she got home. She looked at Jimmy and me, and shrugged. I could tell that despite how open-minded Mike might be about sex, Sheri had really pushed the envelope this time! Jimmy plugged a fresh thumb-drive into the USB port, and loaded all the pictures he had taken of Sheri, before she had lured me into the action.
“He’s not going to kill me, is he?” my boyfriend asked with courage and valor.
“He’s not going to find out!” Sheri replied.
“Isn’t he going to ask who took these photos of you?” I interjected.
“I’ll just tell him I hired the photographer who has all his pictures on display in the Mall,” she replied simply.
“Then this was a one-time thing? We’re never going to do this again?” I asked, with a hint of disappointment in my voice. Jimmy looked over at me with a curious look.
“I’d love for all four of us to have been in on this, but he’s going to be mad that I just did this on my own, without even asking him.” Sheri crossed her arms, with a pout on her face. “I hate keeping secrets from him, but I hate it when he gets mad at me even more!” I could tell Jimmy was getting uncomfortable with the conversation. He got up and placed the laptop on my lap, saying he needed to wash up. Sheri looked over at me, as if asking me what I thought she should do.
“Is Mike going to be upset about the pictures of you?” I asked.
“No.” she admitted after thinking about it for a moment. “Not at all.”
“Is he going to be mad that you and I had sex?” I asked.
“Oh, hell no!” She decided without a moment’s hesitation. “He’ll drool, when he finds that out!”
“It’s Jimmy then.” I stated the obvious. Sheri jumped up off the sofa and paced around, one arm across her chest, holding her other elbow, with her fingers folded across her lips. She stopped pacing, and suddenly scrunched her face up in a wince, and pushed the terry robe between her legs to catch some more of my boyfriend’s semen as it ran out of her.
“Ohhhhhh…” she gasped, in exasperation. “I’m going to have to tell him, aren’t I?”
I just nodded, and quietly moved my fingers across the track-pad with several quick motions, and clicked. I pulled the thumb-drive with her pictures out of the computer and tossed it to her. “Here!” I said. “Good luck!”
The next morning, Jimmy slept in, and I was out puttering in the back yard, tromping down mole-hills so the mower wouldn’t scalp them bare when my boyfriend finally got off his ass and mowed the grass. I was wondering how Sheri had fared, when I heard my name from across the hedge at the side of the yard.
“Hi, Kelli!” It was Mike, and for some reason, my heart began to race.
“We’ve got them in our yard too.” He motioned his hand around, pointing to the tracks I had made, jumping up and down on the meandering ridges in the grass. I noticed he was trying not to be obvious about watching my boobs bounce, as I tramped down on another bulge of earth. I kept yo-yo-ing on the balls of my feet, knowing my 34-D breasts were dancing around in circles without a bra on, under my thin shirt. I was shameless about it, and he must have known I was doing it a bit too deliberately, as I felt my nipples harden, rubbing against the inside of my top.
“Sheri showed me the pictures,” he said, out of the blue. “Jim’s a fantastic photographer. I’ll have to thank him!”
My heart really did race then, and I wondered how much Sheri had told him, especially when she found the extra photos I had dragged to her thumb-drive before I gave it to her.
“Did you really like them?” I asked.
“I loved them! Especially the ones with you in them, Kelli!” he emphasized. “I was so surprised, but so very thankful to you for sharing them.” Mike’s voice was one of his most endearing qualities. He spoke mellifluously, and only rarely peppered his language with ebonics, and usually only when he was hanging with the brothers.
I hadn’t known many black men in the WASP neighborhood where I grew up, but Sheri met up with this handsome guy in college, during the few years that we were apart, and I liked him from the moment she brought him home from school to meet her gang of friends from our hometown. He was so personable and comfortable in his skin, he fit in with any crowd, and I always sensed he had a crush on Sheri’s best friend, but he was always too much of a gentleman to let on.
I invited him over to the patio, and I couldn’t help blushing a little, knowing that he had seen me naked in Sheri’s pictures. We small-talked about his basketball game, where he spent most of the afternoon yesterday, while Sheri was over at our place, ‘visiting’. We talked about this-and-that going on with friends in the neighborhood. We talked about everything but the elephant in the room, and I was sitting there dying, waiting for him to drop the other shoe!
“We missed Jim at the game yesterday,” he circled lazily around the topic at hand.
“Yeah, sorry about that! It was all supposed to be a surprise for you, so Sheri had Jimmy pretty busy all afternoon. I’m sure he’s sorry he missed the game.”
“I’m sure,” he quipped, lightly. “And I was certainly surprised, alright!” I was actually starting to sweat, but attributed it to the morning sun beating down on the patio. If Jimmy was awake, and could overhear what was going on right outside his bedroom window, I was guessing he’d be sweating in bed right about now, too.
“Listen, Mike…” but Mike interrupted me.
“I never knew you and Sheri were…” He trailed off.
“That close?” I chuckled nervously. “Neither did we! It just sort of happened. I hope you’re not too upset with me.”
“No, no… nor with Jimmy either,” he disclaimed. “Knowing Sheri, and how she feels about your friendship, I’m surprised it never happened sooner, only… you always seemed so…”
“Pure?” I offered, with a laugh. “Yes, Jimmy cured me of that, with this new obsession he has with photography.”
“Well, I’m thankful he took it up!” he said. “Girls like you and Sheri, well… everyone loves to see beautiful girls in all their glory, and seeing you both together was a special treat. It led to some fantastic sex last night.”
“Well, yesterday was a pretty good day all the way around, then,” I joked.
“I was wondering…” Here it came! “I was wondering if Jim might be interested in shooting a video of Sheri and me having sex. I’ve always thought about doing a sex-video with her, especially since so many people have suggested I’d be a natural at it, and Sheri is obviously up for it now. So… do you think?”
“I’ll DO it!” We both heard Jimmy shout from the bedroom window, at the top of his lungs.
To be continued…
(c) 2014 – Bethany Ariel Frasier
