This story is the fifteenth in a series. The prior stories will give context and character background. Hopefully, however, this story may be read enjoyably by itself.
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Erin's parents, Greg and Brenda, invited Carla, Erin, and me for dinner. Greg and Brenda had attended both the bottomless party at which we met Erin and the later party at which Erin and I had made love in a display case for the guests' entertainment. They were well aware of both their daughter's relationship with Carla and me and all of our exhibitionism. I never really figured out whether Greg and Brenda were truly ok with the things their daughter did with us or whether they felt that, as progressive parents, they just couldn't say anything. Regardless, they were always very good to Erin and to Carla and me.
Greg and Brenda were both a few years younger than me. Greg was a professor of finance at the University (Erin claimed that her Father acted broad-minded to compensate for what he viewed as a pretty conservative occupation). Brenda painted. While I'm certainly not competent to judge art, her work seemed good to me and she sold a fair amount of it. Greg and Brenda had an older house on a wooded lot near the University. They had added a glass-walled conservatory to the back that Brenda used as her studio. Beyond the conservatory, they had installed a pool. Surrounding by landscaping, the pool seemed very private even though we were well within the City.
Despite our strong preference to be nude anytime and anywhere, dinner with Erin's parents was a clothed affair. I had gone to the length of wearing a tie and sport coat. As it was summer, Carla and Erin both looked stunning in print sundresses. Well, Carla and Erin both look stunning in anything and even more beautiful wearing nothing.
Despite some nervousness on my part, the dinner was convivial and relaxed. After dinner, over third glasses of wine, I got Brenda talking about her painting. After telling us about her training and the types of work she had done, Brenda went into where she wanted to go with her work.
"I'd really like to do some life figure work, but I don't want to hassle with an agency to find models and, well, it's a bit too embarrassing to ask people whom I know to take their clothes off so that I can paint them." Brenda paused as she'd apparently had an idea. After a moment she turned to her daughter and somewhat shyly said, "Erin, you and Harry spend a lot of time with your clothes off. Could I paint the two of you?"
Erin looked at me. I shrugged, indicating that I was ok with the idea if Erin was.
Erin smiled and said, "Of course Mom, we'd love to pose for you."
I glanced at Greg. He just smiled and said, "That will be wonderful. Glad you're willing to help Brenda out."
The dinner broke up not much later. We made a date with Brenda to come back to their house to pose on an afternoon the following week.
Greg interjected, "Dear, you know that I'm at that conference in Boston next week."
Brenda said pleasantly, "Dear, you don't need to be here for me to paint."
I'm not sure why I was nervous walking with Erin up to her parents' house for our posing session. After all, both of her parents had seen me nude multiple times before and had even seen me fucking Erin. Still, I was nervous.
Brenda could not have been more welcoming and swiftly put me at ease. Erin and I undressed in the living room and then followed her mother into the conservatory.
"I'm not going to keep you here while I do the painting," Brenda said. "Instead, I'll do sketches and make notes to myself on the colors."
Brenda started by posing us standing side-by-side facing her. She made several sketches which she balled up and threw in a wastebasket. Then she tried us with an arm around each others' waists. More sketches were balled up and tossed away.
Finally, Brenda said, "I'm really sorry. I can't do anything that's working. Maybe I'm having a bad day. I hate to ask, but, could you come back some other time?"
I looked at Erin and shrugged. Erin said, "Mom, both of our schedules are clear tomorrow afternoon. Is that too soon?"
"No, tomorrow should be fine. I just need to get more focused."
We dressed and left. Driving back Downtown, Erin suddenly chuckled.
"What?" I asked.
"Mom was nervous with us standing there naked in front of her. That's what it was."
"Ok. How do you get her relaxed?"
"Let me think about that."
When we went back the next afternoon, Brenda had a bottle of wine open. She offered us glasses to "help us relax."
"Mom, it's not us who need to relax. We're fine. You need to relax," Erin said.
I had the impression that Brenda may already have had a glass or two of "relaxation."
We undressed and walked back into the conservatory. Brenda was fiddling with her sketch pad. After a few minutes, Erin spoke.
"Mom, why don't you try taking your clothes off too? That way we'll all be on the same footing and being naked may loosen you up."
To my surprise, Brenda just said, "Oh, ok," and started undressing. Once she was nude, she picked up had pad and pencil and said, "Ok, let's get started."
Erin and I started out posed as we had ended the day before. After a few moments, Brenda said "That's not working. I need you to do something that shows more of a connection between you."