** Second week of November **
The year was blazing by and though it seemed chaotic, everyone had found their groove. My lover Britt, and her two besties, Gina and Kate, were fully ensconced at the university, bearing down the home stretch and looking forward to the end of the fall semester and the winter break. All three of my comely roommates were excited about heading back east to be with their families for Christmas and they continued to badger me to tag along.
Work for me, and I'm somewhat embarrassed to call it work as I enjoy it so much; well it couldn't be going any better. I'm pretty much booked into February of next year and I've actually had to turn away some jobs. Thankfully the work is varied, everything from portraits and family shoots to the commercial side, with a couple more calendars on the books. I've been shooting a lot of product stills for websites and printed catalogs and such. I've also gotten some inquiries from a couple other television stations after those that I'd shot earlier for another station began to air. Those were simple portraits that I then blended with background shots from around the city and were used as promotional pieces and even in some of the stills they did for lead-ins to the various news programs.
So there we were, Britt and I enjoying a quiet Saturday morning eating breakfast at the kitchen island; "Hey baby," she said, obscenely taking a bite off a banana.
"Yeah, lover?"
"I forgot to tell you, but Margo called yesterday about another shoot," she said, her tongue taking a sexy swipe over her lips.
"Uh, Margo...Margo," I stalled, feigning ignorance on who Margo was.
"Yeah, nice try there studly," she chirped, giving me a snarky grin. "You know good and well who Margo is and she sounded just as intriguing over the phone as you said she was in person."
"Oh, that Margo, from the T.V. station," I said, along with a head slap for emphasis.
"You're so full of it," she laughed, taking another bite off the phallic fruit. "Anyway, we talked for quite a while and I think I really like her. She was calling because she is interested in putting together some kind of portfolio; seems like she has had some inquiries lately about doing some modeling. She said it all started after the shots you took of her for the news program, but I think she's just trying to butter you up." Britt paused and took a sip of coffee and gave me that questioning/accusing look, you know, the one with the one raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, okay," holding up my hands up in surrender; "She did seem pretty flirty, but like I said before, I didn't instigate anything; I'm completely innocent."
"Yeah, yeah," she snorted as she reached for her coffee; "You could have played that innocent card before we met, but I know better now." She winked before taking a sip. "Anyway, I told her that we probably couldn't schedule anything until after the New Year and she was okay with that."
"Well," I said, looking down at my plate, stirring around the bit of egg I had left; "I could probably do her...I mean, I could probably slip her in...well shit, you know, I could probably shoot her while you guys are gone."
"Fat chance, buddy," she laughed, standing up and grabbing her plate and heading toward the sink. She rinsed off the plate and the turned toward me, wiping her hands on a towel; "I trust you baby, but I'm not so sure I trust her. I kind of got a vibe over the phone." She hung the towel on the rack and walked up behind me, pressing her boobs into my back and reaching around me to hug me, her hands wandering over my pecs and nibbling on my ear.
"Oh really, and what kind of vibe was that?" I asked as I reached back and ran my hand over the back of her thigh, playing with the cuff on her short shorts.
"Well," she purred in my ear, "she tried to make it sound business-like, but there were some personal things mixed in and her voice would change when she strayed. There's no doubt in my mind that she finds you interesting, but I think her interests may be broader than that."
"Really," I said softly as my hand found its way under the leg of her shorts and cradled her perfect butt cheek. She shifted sideways enough to give me a better grip and purred louder.
"Yes," she said softly, her hand under my shirt, her fingers teasing my nipples; "She asked me if I sometimes helped you with the shoots and when I answered yes; well, she quickly asked if I would be there when she came in for her portfolio shots. I told her I could probably arrange to be there and she said that she would like that as she was kind of nervous and all because she'd want a variety of shots. It was cute because then you could hear her get all shy and stuff and she said that she wasn't sure how comfortable she'd be posing in a swimsuit." Britt tugged on my earlobe with her teeth as she tortured my nipples.
I'd had about enough of the teasing and quickly spun and had a surprised blonde in my lap. I took her lips with mine and we kissed, our tongues intertwined as my hands now skirted under her tight top until I found an excited nipple. She squirmed in my lap, moaning into our kiss until I had to come up for air; "So, we both know she's not shy; I told you about her changing her tops in front of me. Her back was always to me, but it was a really nice back."
Britt took a nip at my nose and I quickly tweaked a nipple which brought her up short, biting her lip instead, eyes closed as I played. I rolled her taut nips between my thumbs and index fingers and she ground her ass into my lap. There's a direct connection between my lover's nipples and her pussy, which was surely wet now; "And you don't think I could resist a woman if she came on to me?" I gave a little tug and she moaned louder, her eyes shut so tight, her forehead wrinkled. She shifted in my lap, trying to straddle my thigh as I nuzzled her neck with my stubble-covered chin. I could feel the heat on my bare thigh as she straddled my leg with her back to me, leaning forwarded, trying to get some bearing on her anxious sex. I held her by the tits now as she kicked her legs, trying to rock on my thigh. It had to have been a sight, like a dog humping your leg and I quickly told myself not to relate that little vision to her later.
"Shit baby," she moaned, getting a foot-hold on the barstool leg. Between her hands on my knees and her bare foot on the chair leg, she had found her rhythm and the only thing to keep her from falling on her nose was my grip on her breasts. I thumbed her erect nipples, feeling her wetness on my leg soaking through the crotch of her shorts; I decided a little tease would put her over the edge.
