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This is a story in 4 chapters. All chapters are already written, and I will post them, one at a time, over the next few days. The story is based on three shorter stories I wrote a couple of years ago, and so might be familiar to some readers. I rewrote and combined the earlier stories into the first 2 chapters. The last 2 chapters are completely new.
This story fits several categories. I chose 'Erotic Couplings' as being the most comprehensive. 'First Time' and 'Group sex' also fit this chapter's content.
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"You did what?" Alison turned sharply to Gregory, eyebrows raised. She was in a half-sitting position, back against a pillow, knees up and feet planted on the mattress.
"I took a few photos." Gregory repeated. He was sitting upright in bed, his back against the wall.
"But .. when?" She was already trying to remember.
"Well, obviously, when I had the time to."
Alison searched, and found the moment. She pressed her lips together. "Yes. Obviously then. But .. why haven't you shown them to me?"
"I thought I'd let some time pass, let you recover, and surprise you with them later. But something's been on your mind for the past couple of days, and I had the feeling that I just might have captured what's been bothering you."
She stirred uneasily. "Nothing's bothering me," she said with a pout of denial. She held his skeptical look for few moments, then relented. "OK. Something's on my mind." She turned away, thoughtful. "I'm just confused about something."
"In that case I just happen to have some photos that you should have a look at. They might help you organize your feelings."
"Is this a therapy session?"
"Maybe. What do you say? Want to see some hot pictures of you having sex?"
His playful tone reassured her and made room for curiosity, which sent a tingle of anticipation through her. She sat up, giggled. "OK, where are they?"
"I have them on my laptop. I'll show you just three that I've edited." Gregory got out of bed to get the laptop from the desk across the room, powered it up and returned to the bed.
"What did you edit?"
"Just some cropping, to define the subject matter."
"Sounds like doctoring to me," she said doubtfully.
"No, nothing changed. Call it framing, to focus the viewer's attention."
Alison sat cross legged on the bed, beside Gregory who had his back against the wall, the laptop balanced on his thighs.
"Ready for the first one?"
"You bet," she replied. She combed her fingers through her long light brown hair, pulled it back over her shoulders, then straightened her size too large t-shirt that she usually wore to bed.
Gregory opened the directory where he stored the photos and double clicked on Alison01.jpg.
The first photo was taken from the foot of a bed taken from over the shoulder of someone mostly in shadow. Alison was stretched out on her back, left arm over her head, right arm extended beside her, fingers spread. Her long hair fanned out over a pillow. The light source, low and to her left, cast shadows that accentuated the curves of her body. There was a subtle tension in her posture, the moment's registration having caught her writhing, back slightly arched. She bit her lip, eyes closed and brow furrowed in an apparent wince of pain, contradicted by an upturn at the corners of her mouth, a hint of a smile.
Alison stared at the screen, not moving, silent. Gregory watched her, waited for a reaction. Her eyes flicking from one part of the screen image to another. She squinted slightly, a habit of hers when she was concentrating, then her expression softened into a lips-parted sense of fascination with what she was observing.
"Is that what I look like?" she finally asked.
"Sometimes," Gregory answered. Alison said nothing. "So, can you remember the moment, what you were thinking?" Gregory prompted.
She glanced at him with a wry smile, then back to the screen image. "I wasn't .. not exactly thinking, more like observing."
"You're feeling good, that's for sure."
Her insides went liquid. Her cheeks flushed, partly from how her body reacted to the photo, partly in embarrassment that her body reacted that way. "What do you expect, considering what you had just been doing to me? You got me really worked up. You don't have a photo of that by any chance?"
"No," he grinned in reply. "I was busy."
"Yes. You were."
She turned back to the screen. The teasing mood faded as she tried to reconstruct .. many feelings. She had felt relief, a release from the nervousness that had had her on edge for hours. She was glowing from the orgasm that her enacted fantasy had delivered. She was feeling the surprise of how the situation had evolved in a direction she had not thought about, and felt a different kind of nervous anticipation, hypnotized by it. Alison raised her hands from her lap and held her cheeks in her palms, a sense of unease cast a shadow over her mood. She looked back to Gregory.
"Don't worry about it," he said, almost reading her mind. "Reality doesn't always unfold in the way we half-plan it. Besides, a threesome doesn't always mean three. It can be serial two at a time."
"I know," she admitted and accepted his hand tousling her hair, turned her cheek to rest against his arm. "I had been giving all my attention to playing out my fantasy and suddenly I found myself in a different situation. I was caught off guard. I think I was somehow both in it, and outside of it watching myself react. It became .. I don't know .. I was overwhelmed by it."
"That's what you get for having theories," Gregory said, putting an arm around her, giving her an encouraging squeeze. "What was it again?"
She turned her head and studied him a moment, wondered if he was mocking or teasing. Teasing, she decided, and played along. "It's like this," she began, straightened her t-shirt, then folded her arms. "I really love how your penis feels in my mouth. But I can't orgasm just from having a penis in my mouth, no matter how worked up I get. My vagina might be the center for having orgasms but it cannot feel the way my mouth can. Therefore," she paused for dramatic emphasis.
"And since medical science isn't advanced enough to transplant a penis to where my nose is," Gregory interrupted. Alison broke down in an wave of nervous laughter, bent forward over her crossed legs. After a minute she stopped, looked up at Gregory, imagined a flaccid penis dangling from where his nose was, and again lost control. It took several moments for her to calm down enough to keep things to a giggle.
"Therefore," she continued, "the only solution would be to have a second penis available so that I could experience the joys of an erect penis with my mouth while having intercourse at the same time."
"And it turns out that reality had more on offer than just that isolated fantasy image."
It did, she realized. With her mind and body already throbbing with an after-glow of an orgasm, she had looked down over her naked body, her knees raised and thighs spread, and watched a man position himself between them, and push into her. Her neck arched, eyes widened, throat constricted in a short gasp of delight. He eased his erection deeper and deeper into her. She closed her eyes, awed by the physical rawness of it, and by the exquisite heat that flamed up through her like a separate living thing, pulsing, growing, engulfing her. She winced, sprawled over the bed, and relinquished herself to it all.
"Yes, of course," she struggled. "I knew abstractly that there could be more to it. You're not just suddenly there in the fantasy, you have to get to that point, and it could evolve into something different. But I just hadn't thought it out. Change places, maybe that, so I could have you at both ends. I was distracted by everything else that was happening and how it was making me feel." And when it began to happen, the waves of her own sexual arousal lifted her up and swept her out of the confines of her fantasy image and into this other .. other .. her shoulders sagging.
"So have we got photo number one settled?" Greg said. "Physical abandon. Would that do as a title?"
"I suppose so. But it's not only the physical sensations." She stared at the mix of feelings on her face. "Nothing really different in the physical part. I was turned on by being in the situation. It's about the situation. You know, not only the touch, but how you interpret the touch?"
"Then, extending the boundaries of physical enjoyment." Gregory reduced the size of the window containing the 'physical enjoyment' photo and dragged it to the left edge of the screen. The pointer hovered over the filename Alison02.jpg. "Ready for the second one?" Without waiting for an answer, he double clicked.
The second photo was taken from the side of the bed just above the top of the mattress. Alison was again on her back. The framing was tighter and showed only her head and torso. The man was on top of her, supporting himself on one forearm and the hand nearest the camera held a naked breast, the fingertips pressed into the soft mound. An erect nipple rose from the circle made by the thumb and forefinger. Alison held onto his arm, and was looking up into his the eyes. Her lips were parted, as if she had just gasped. The man held her gaze, but more intense, concentrated.
Alison stared at the screen. Her eyes squinted, her face expressionless. She took a deep breath, started to say something, stopped. She kept coming back to the fingers pressed into her breast. The way she was being ... Absently, she said, "I didn't even know you were so close."
Gregory clicked his tongue. "I wasn't that close. The camera has a zoom. Besides, when you have a 9 mega pixel photo you can crop it down to a computer screen size and still have good resolution."
"Oh." Those people in the photo, what are they thinking, she wondered. She felt her heart pounding, stomach tightening. She ran her tongue over her dry lips, pressed them together.
"That's what I mean by editing the photo," Gregory said. "It lets you highlight the subject matter. I thought the eye contact adds a dimension to the 'physical enjoyment' of the first photo. Should we call this one 'intimacy'?"
