Tabitha -

Chapter 1

Tabitha was only 24 years old. She had graduated college when she was 22, but she still had not settled on a satisfying path. She wasn't exactly looking for adventure, but not opposed that possibility, either. She just knew that life was only starting and she was eager to see where it would lead.

Bradley was 30 and an artist whose work had attracted a following.

Tabitha was a uniquely attractive girl. She was tan, with straight, sun-streaked hair, and possessed an agile body that was made for wearing sundresses. Unlike what seemed like the majority of her peers, she had no tattoos, just unblemished, golden skin. In fact, she was normally largely unadorned...little or no make-up...the one nod towards fashion being a plain silver toe ring. Understandably, she attracted attention from men and women alike, and most were delighted that a fun, youthful, accepting personality went along with such an attractive face and figure.

Bradley didn't fit the mold for artists. Rumpled khaki's, boat shoes, sun-faded polo shirts and Ray Bans were his norm. He grew up well off, was well educated, and had the aptitude to have succeeded in most occupations. Though he followed his passion of creating art, Bradley had intuitively what many artists lack in terms of common sense and business acumen. It's not exactly that he was commercial in his approach...his art was first...but once the art was there, he knew what to do with it.

Owing to his mind for business, Bradley was able to purchase a space downtown, which was originally a ground floor storefront on a busy street. Bradley converted the space to house his art studio with a reception area, with his personal residence upstairs. Bradley's studio was filled with the tools of his work. Hammers, chisels and grinders for his sculptural work, paints and easels, acid washes for etching, and other equipment that might be seen in a carpenter's shop...workbenches, tools, block and tackle, sawhorses, etc. The heavier equipment was mostly used for mounting heavy sculpture, but also to make props for future performance art projects. He retained the storefront windows, potentially for displaying his artwork. Bradley didn't use this feature frequently, preferring to exhibit his art in traditional galleries.

Bradley had been successful selling his art, especially his sculptural work, which allowed him the luxury of pursuing more purely artistic projects.....projects that weren't intended to produce sales, but simply to produce beauty.

If Bradley didn't exhibit the normal dress or attitude of a "normal" artist, he did share the strong passion and sexual appetite that have been seen in so many. Maybe it was an appreciation of beauty, or for Bradley in particular, maybe a creativity that could envision how beauty and sensations could be seen or felt from different perspectives.

One night, Bradley was at the opening of an exhibit of his work at a gallery downtown...not too many blocks from his studio. Unlike many artists, these openings were not a chore for him. He wanted to talk about his work, was genuinely interested in others' perspectives, and liked the company of people who appreciate art. If they happened to appreciate his pieces, so much the better. One aspect of success is that it breeds security, not just financially, but about oneself. If a potential customer didn't like his style of art, he wasn't offended. Pieces of art, being viewed on a subjective basis, are never suited for everyone. But, by engaging art viewers regardless of their opinion, Bradley felt there was an opportunity to view his own work through other's eyes. More often than not, he learned more from those who weren't attracted to his art than from those who were.

This was obviously a unique perspective for an artist, and one that was extremely popular with gallery owners. Not only was his art good, but his accepting vibe drew customers in and led to more and more sales for the gallery. It didn't hurt that he was presentable, affable, articulate and nice looking.

Tabitha lived in a studio apartment north of downtown. While she didn't know exactly what she wanted from life, she didn't want to trade on her looks, and certainly didn't have interest in being a kept woman. She had friends from school that were very attractive and ended up with wealthy men that kept them comfortable, but rarely happy. It was an interesting observation for her. The more beautiful the woman, the more likely she would end up with men that were more interested in showing them off than making them happy. Her theory was that more decent men were less likely to approach a beautiful woman, so it was not unexpected that the brash or arrogant men "won" the most beautiful girls. She had been pursued by some just like them. She couldn't have been less interested.

Tabitha actually made a little experiment with this theory. She made a point of seeking out men that were friendly, smart, or otherwise interesting, regardless of the obviousness of their wealth, looks, or lack thereof. She felt that the dates she went on were more fun, and the men more likely to truly be interested in her and her happiness. Obviously, those men felt lucky to have the attentions of a girl that had such an attractive nature to go along with her pretty face and long, beautiful legs.

A few weeks after she moved into her apartment, Tabitha scanned an arts community bulletin board on-line, and noted a few jazz and theater offerings that caught her eye. She had always had an appreciation for creative arts, and along with music and theater, and she enjoyed visiting art museums and local art shows. Scrolling down the bulletin, her eyes landed on an exhibition of a local artist being held at a gallery she had walked past several times downtown. She decided to attend the opening, which was just a few days away...

At the gallery's reception, Bradley was chatting with the gallery owner and a few customers, enjoying a glass of wine and talking art when Tabitha caught his eye. She wore a simple, short, peach-colored sun dress with sandals, and to Bradley's eyes, nothing else except for the silver toe ring. Her dress wasn't skin-tight, but it clung to her body as she moved, and he could see that she was very pleasingly fit. Bradley wasn't unaccustomed to pretty girls at the gallery. Many beautiful women were attracted to the arts and artists, and he enjoyed the company of a material percentage of them. He wasn't a pick-up type, and not interested in using women. He was just honest in his appreciation of their beauty and not shy to communicate that he'd be interested in experiencing that beauty more intimately. Normally, that approach led to good experiences with low levels of drama. It wasn't unusual for his showings to be attended by more than one past and present lover. Everyone knew that he had a more or less open door policy with all of them. Sometimes, more than one lover would take advantage of that policy at the same time.

One night not too many months ago, one such lover, an olive skinned, lush, buxom, raven-haired beauty named Maria had dropped in to visit on the same night that a petite blonde with an athletic body named Alison was already in bed with Bradley. There was no scene, just smiles, as Maria let her dress fall to the floor, leaving her just in white panties as she slid into bed with both of them.

Alison and Maria, who were comfortable with each other from the beginning, became friends and spent many nights over at the studio with Bradley while he created his art. Most nights, one or both of the girls would stay over, giving each other and Bradley a constant stream of sex. Both Maria and Alison had their obsessions. Maria loved watching Bradley come. She loved giving him long, slow hand jobs or blow jobs. She loved to kneel down in front of him and let him slide his erection between her deep cleavage. She loved hearing him come, and felt satisfaction in watching it jet out onto her breasts or feel it gushing between her full lips. She liked the feel of it and the taste of it and took every opportunity to indulge herself. When Bradley fucked Alison, Maria always asked to lick the come out of Alison's pussy. Her favorite, though, was to have Alison 69 her while Bradley fucked Alison from behind, right above Maria's waiting tongue. When Bradley finished off deep inside Alison, Maria would lick the come that leaked out of Alison, while Alison brought Maria to orgasm with her tongue.

One day around lunch time, Maria had made herself a salad in the kitchen. She thought that the salad was beautiful, with dark green spinach leaves and bright red cherry tomatoes. She walked into the studio to show Alison and Bradley how pretty the plate was, and walked in on them in the middle of having sex on a couch. Alison was on all fours and Bradley was nearing orgasm while fucking Alison from behind. As Maria approached, a grin flashed across her face. She walked the plate over to the couch, holding it patiently beside Bradley's and Alison's hips as they fucked. Bradley knew what Maria wanted. He pushed deep into Alison a few more times, pulled out and laid stripe after stripe of cum over Maria's perfect salad. Maria said nothing, stuck her fork into a cherry tomato adorned with the new dressing and popped it into her mouth. The three of them cracked up whenever they thought about it.

Alison was indifferent to all that. She was, though, highly orgasmic. She admired physical beauty like most people, and thought both Bradley and Maria were both very attractive. Her obsession, though, was in finding the borders of her own pleasure. She said, "don't get me wrong, one quick orgasm from a vibrator takes my breath away...I just like finding ways get a little more out of them, and the more I can get in a row, the more I like it." One night, she asked to be tied to the bed posts and have Bradley and Maria take turns eating her pussy. She came pretty easily under normal circumstances, and usually was good for two or three in a row. With the heightened eroticism of being tied down, she screamed through the first three under Bradley's tongue in quick succession before handing the task over to Maria. None of them exactly kept count, but over the course of the evening, it was a big number, with orgasms coming so quickly that she felt that even as one ended she was buzzing very close to the next one.

She experimented in other ways to see what cocktail of sensations was the most intense. Again, she loved even the most standard, straight-forward orgasms a lot, say, by simply masturbating herself with her fingers. It was more intense, though, if Bradley pushed a few fingers into her backside while he ate her out. She tried butt plugs as well to see if it was better with even more filling her. She had Maria eat her pussy while Bradley was fucking her pussy or butt from behind. Another time, she asked to have her hands tied and attached to one of the hooks hanging from the ceiling. She had rigged a vibrating dildo pointed upwards on a stool so that she could fuck herself while her hands were tied over her head. That little sense of restraint and danger definitely enhanced the experience for her.

To pursue that line farther, she asked Bradley and Maria to try different types of bondage and discipline to go along with her orgasms. She took over the knee spankings while using a vibrator on herself. She asked to be paddled, whipped and caned by Maria as Bradley ate her pussy. In a few short weeks, they had built up quite a collection of toys to play with.

Alison also wasn't one to stifle back her pleasure in silence. She grunted, panted and even screamed through her orgasms. Maria loved to listen to her...it was almost as much of a turn-on making Alison come and hear every last detail as it was to work Bradley's cock and watch the come splash against her flat stomach.

As with a lot of good art, the vision of these two very contrasting, but equally enticing bodies and attitudes, always captured Bradley's attention. He laid them side by side, touching them both. He had Alison lay on top of Maria, both face down on the bed, while he took turns fucking each of their bodies. He loved to sit back and watch them as they kissed, fondled, fingered and pleasured each other. It was clear to him that this was, indeed, art. Of course, many have felt that way and have been compelled to capture the moment through sketches, photography or with video. For Bradley, though, watching it live, being able to reach out and touch that skin, to hear them together, was elemental to the experience.

That thought started him down the path of exploring performance art. He hoped to find a way to allow others to share some of his experiences, but in a way that was respectful to the media (the girls) and that wouldn't lead to something that was that was purely pornographic. He decided on an experiment, and asked Maria and Alison to be his media.

His first venture was with Alison. He had recorded her orgasms with high quality audio equipment in the past, and the three of them had enjoyed listening to her uninhibited gasps and shrieks. Alison feigned embarrassment, but all three of them knew that she was a little bit of an exhibitionist and that she knew that her performances turned the others on. He asked Alison if she'd be willing to be a little more daring and told her his idea. She was intrigued.