A hush fell over the party and its more than thirty guests as I knelt on the cushion in front of Liz. She was sitting in a lawn chair, naked with her legs spread apart, the skin of her smoothly shaven pubic mound glowing in the light from the evening sun. I caught a glimpse of Katherine Tate, wearing khaki shorts and a casual blouse, watching us with anticipation, a smile on her face. I was reminded of how she had invited me here without telling me that it was a pool party and then, once I was here, inviting me to swim naked in the pool. And there I was, naked in front of a crowd of people. And then I had met Liz, the girl who had worn a Joan Jett t-shirt to Katherine's sex research study, who graciously took off her bikini so that I wouldn't feel so alone as the only naked person here.
I enjoyed the exposure though. I have to admit that I am a blatant exhibitionist. It's why I model nude for art classes and why I allow Katherine Tate to expose me, both for her research and for her own voyeuristic pleasure. And now, after hints by Katherine and a blatant suggestion by Liz, I was kneeling down to perform cunnilingus on Liz in front of an audience of college professors, students, and benefactors. As I caressed the inside of Liz's thighs with my hands, I briefly wondered if they had had any clue about what they might witness as they were preparing to come to this party.
Liz purred with pleasure through her closed lips as my fingers skimmed over the delicate folds of her pussy. A small bud of pink inner labia was poking out between the outer lips of Liz's vulva, as if it were trying to escape, and on this pink bud was a drop of wetness. I leaned forward and just barely touched the tip of my tongue to this escaping pink bud, inhaling the drop of liquid into my mouth. Liz lifted her butt toward me, pressing her pink flesh into my tongue. I heard a gasp from one of the people gathered around watching us. I held my tongue steady, letting it penetrate between the pink labia as Liz pushed her pussy toward my face. Wanting to make this last awhile, I pushed back on the insides of her thighs, pushing her back into her seat, as I pulled my mouth away. She squirmed on the chair, and I looked up to see a slight pout on her lips.
"Not so fast," I said.
I think I could have broken rocks with my cock, it was so hard. Wanting to show it off a bit, I stood up on my knees and let it brush against Liz's lower leg. She responded by lifting her leg and caressing my erection with her foot. While she did this, I used my thumbs to spread the outer lips of her pussy open. Several people shuffled forward a bit, straining to see. I moved my right thumb up to her clitoral hood, pulling it back to reveal Liz's clit. She sucked in a breath as the breeze hit her exposed nerves. After taking a quick look around and confirming that everyone at Katherine's party had their attention focused on Liz's vulva, I looked back at Liz and made a show of licking my upper lip. Slowly, I leaned back down, blowing air on Liz's clit as my mouth approached. My entire mouth settled on her pubic mound, my lips encompassing her cunt, and I started licking her clit in earnest, putting one hand under her ass for support and penetrating her with the fingers of my other. I got three fingers in, pushing upward, seeming to push against the inside of the area I was attacking with my tongue. Liz squirmed and convulsed, moaning with pleasure. Her breathing increased until she let go with a scream. Her vagina tightened around my fingers as the orgasm racked her body. She settled down into the lawn chair after a few convulsions. I removed my fingers, but I licked her labia as she came down from the height of her orgasm. I could pick up snippets of conversation from the crowd both while she came and afterward, all of them in appreciation.
I took a deep breath in, savoring the aroma of Liz's pussy. I used my forefinger to tweak her clit again and again until Liz resumed her squirming. Sensing another orgasm, I dove back in, licking and sucking her, enjoying the power of the pleasure I was able to give her. Her pussy was so smooth and soft that I could lose myself in her, my mouth on her most intimate parts, slathering her with orgasm after orgasm. Liz came again, her legs stiffening. She wrapped them around my back as I continued licking and sucking her. My hands caressed her hips, savoring the curve of her pelvis. Liz screamed and convulsed, her legs pulling me in tight before letting me go. She pulled back, pushing me away with her hands on my forehead.
"Hold on," she managed between breaths.
I was smiling at her, enjoying her dishevelment after her orgasms. She lay back on the lawn chair, catching her breath, as my fingers traced circles on her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy again.
"Wow," she finally said.
"Wow," several people around the pool said in agreement.
I was still smiling, almost laughing, as my fingers skimmed over her outer labia.
"Oh no," she said, leaning forward and pulling me up by my shoulders. "Stand," she said.
I complied, my erection bobbing in front of me, seeming to defy gravity. Liz grabbed the base of it and plunged her mouth onto it, deep throating me in one motion. The feeling was exquisite, the warm wet tightness of her throat. She rocked back and forth, fucking me with her mouth, her teeth grazing over my shaft and the ridge of my glans. As good as what she was doing felt, I knew I wasn't going to be able to come from just her mouth. I had never in my life come from just a blow job. But Liz gamely kept going, moving her head faster and faster until I thought she might strain a muscle in her neck or jaw. Finally she pulled me out and started using her hand, pumping me hard and fast until I could feel the coil compressing deep in my core.
"Come on," Liz said. "Come in my face."
She licked the underside of the head of my cock as her arm pumped me. My muscles all tensed, my knees locked, and I knew it was about to explode.
"Here I come," I said in warning to her.
She opened her mouth but kept pumping me with her hand. I yelled as I exploded in front of her. The first burst of come hit her chin. The second went into her mouth, and I thought she might gag from the force of the semen hitting the back of her throat. But instead of gagging, she wrapped her mouth around my cock and took the rest of my orgasm into her, swallowing when she leaned back, my cock popping out of her mouth.
There was a brief moment of awed silence before the applause broke out. Liz and I both looked at each other and smiled. She wiped the cum off her chin with her hand and licked it off, an action that excited me into a near erection so soon after coming. I sighed, and she sighed with me.
"That was awesome," I said to her.
"Yes it was," a guy a few feet away said. There was a murmur of agreement from almost everyone else at the party.
Liz smiled and stood up, my cock still in her hand. She turned, took the towel from the back of the chair, and proceeded to wipe the end of my cock with it. I grabbed the other end of it and wiped her face.
"Thank you," she said.
"No, thank you."
Once we had wiped each other off, we jumped back into the pool. The party seemed to resume as normal, with people mingling and conversing. Liz and I held onto the side of the pool, floating and talking about trivial things. She told me that she had fantasized about something like this ever since seeing me and Jessica in Katherine's research project. The reminder of Jessica made me glad that Liz and I had only engaged in oral sex and hadn't progressed to full intercourse. I liked Liz a lot, but at that point, I didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize a future relationship with Jessica, assuming she came back to school from summer vacation.
Still, Liz and I had a great time. We both stayed naked until well after midnight. What's even more surprising is that we were the only people to get naked the whole evening. Once we got dressed, I walked her to her car and wished her a good night. I felt sad having to say good bye to her. We had discovered that we liked the same movies and books, that we had both been to the local edition of Comic-Con, and that we were both big baseball fans. She and I exchanged phone numbers, but I was still emotionally invested in Jessica after our sexual encounter in Katherine's demonstration. I didn't want to turn my back on that.
The fall semester started two weeks later, and my first modeling gig was on the third day of classes. Rhia, the model coordinator, emailed me the list of models for the term. Jessica's name was absent, but Liz was there. I smiled, knowing that I had helped inspire her to sign up.
My first class was a blast, with a lot of short poses, and a couple of teacher demonstrations. I'm used to being nude in a pose with everyone in the room drawing me, but it's a different feeling when only one person is drawing and everyone else is watching and waiting. I feel like I'm on display and under scrutiny. I like it, and I find it difficult to keep myself completely flaccid when a whole class, a majority of which is female, is just standing and watching me.
Liz was in the changing room when I got there after class.
"Hi," she said when I entered.
"Hey there, how are you?"
"A little nervous," she replied as I took off my robe. "My first time."
"You'll do fine," I said. I noticed Liz looking at me, so I took my time pulling my street clothes out of my bag, my cock swaying between my legs.
"It is nice to see you again."
I smiled. "I'm glad you're here."
"Are you? You haven't called."
"I know. I've been busy."
