After Mary kissed them both, Bruce and Jennifer stared at her for a few seconds. Bruce's brow was knit in a confused look, while Jennifer grinned with the confidence of certainty. Taking her husband by the hand, Jennifer led him out of the studio.
Mary walked over and picked up the brushes dropped in the heat of passion. She inhaled a deep calming breath and let it out slowly. Hearing the front door bell ring, she decided the couple's departure was the best outcome for their marriage. They definitely had issues to work through.
The brushes needed to be cleaned before they could be used again. Mary's hands trembled from the excitement of recent events as she stood at the sink and rinsed them off. When finished, she turned around to see Jennifer leaning against the door jam, smiling.
"The front door is locked. No more interruptions."
Frozen in place, Mary's heartrate soared and words escaped her.
"Bruce has given me consent," said Jennifer, as she approached. Taking the sable brush, she painted a wet line from Mary's ear to her chin. "I told him how excited I was to be your first woman... and how excited I'll be when I get home."
Mary shivered from the tickle of both the brush and the comment.
"You know what I'm going to do when I get home? I'm going to kiss Bruce with your pussy residue on my lips. I think he'll get a thrill out of that, don't you?"
Mary didn't know what to think. Her mind went blank at the mental image of Jennifer's lips down there.
"I think you need to sit down, Mary. You look a little dazed," said Jennifer, leading her by the hand and pulling her down onto the futon.
Finding a small voice, Mary asked, "Bruce isn't mad anymore?"
Jennifer brushed the hair away from Mary's neck, leaned close, and whispered, "What can I say? He wants me to be happy. This will make me happy, and then I will make him happy. Everyone wins, right?"
The only answer Mary gave was a sigh of pleasure, as Jennifer's lips played along her throat. Goose flesh rose on her arms.
"Now where were we? Oh yeah, I remember."
With a sudden yank in opposite directions, Jennifer ripped opened Mary's smock, causing her to squeak in surprise.
"Ooo, Mary, your chest is turning pink. You liked that didn't you. Maybe you like to be dominated."
Jennifer's lips began to nibble a trail down the ridge of Mary's shoulder, while pushing her down, until she was lying flat. She moved aside to lift Mary's legs onto the futon. Once her initiate was fully reclined, Jennifer removed her own sweatshirt, then unsnapped her bra and shrugged it off, never losing eye contact with Mary.
Mary once again felt the marvelous sensation of wild abandon building up inside. Jennifer's young, supple body that she'd appreciated as an artist was about to be experienced as a lover. This rarified moment in time was all that mattered - the quickening pulse, the warm flesh, were all indications her body was readying for physical pleasures previously unknown.
Jennifer hastily stripped off her remaining clothes, as if she feared a change of heart. She straddled the futon above Mary's waist and put on a show, running her hands over her body. She fondled her breasts for Mary, twisting her nipples and sighing. She ran her palms up her inner thighs and pinched her labia between the edges to tease her clitoris, groaning her pleasure.
Mary witnessed a shiny effluent coat the enflamed petals, making her own juices flow in response.
"I want you, Mary. I'm so excited about having you touch me with more than your eyes." Jennifer knelt over Mary's hips, bent down, and kissed her passionately.
While they kissed, Mary felt Jennifer's hands work their way underneath. She arched up, and was rewarded by the release of her bra. She moaned into Jennifer's open mouth.
Jennifer sat up, pulling Mary's smock and bra free and tossing them away. She smiled down, eyes switching from one breast to the other. "Not bad for an old lady."
Mary laughed. "Thank you, I think."
Once again picking up the sable brush, Jennifer traced the soft tip down the center of Mary's chest and around each nipple. They responded by tightening up into hard points of sensation, pleading for attention. The damp brush left a shiny trail that Jennifer gently blew on, making Mary shiver.
Then suddenly, the younger woman sucked the left nipple and pinched the right.
Mary involuntarily arched up, hit by a jolt of synaptic pleasure, and groaned, "Oh god."
The experienced hands of Jennifer teased her newbie flesh in unfamiliar ways. Mary reveled in the delightful feel of another woman's soft skin and delicate touch. Hands that now slid down and worked at unfastening her jeans.
"Lift up."
Mary obeyed, and felt the cool room air wash over her hot skin as pants and panties where tugged down. Sneakers and socks, blocking the descent, were forcibly removed. Then a new sensation, woman to woman flesh, as Jennifer lay on top of her.
"Mmm, that's much better. Doesn't that feel nice?" she said, rubbing their bodies together, and smiling.
Mary, still without words to express how she felt, responded by cupping Jennifer's face and drawing her down into a lingering kiss.
Jennifer picked up the fan brush that Mary dropped in the heat of the moment. She sat up, straddling her thighs. Testing the bristles with her fingers, she said, "This one's a little stiffer," and swiped it experimentally across her own nipple. "Oh, that's nice. What do you think?" she asked, flicking Mary's with it.
"Oh, that is nice."
"She can talk!"
Mary felt her face warm by revealing the enjoyment of such unorthodox titillation.
"But can she suck?" Jennifer leaned forward and dangled her nipple over Mary's mouth.
After a moment's hesitation, she lifted her head and gently gripped Jennifer's swollen bud between her lips. She played her tongue over it while sucking the way she enjoyed it.
