This story is a continuation of my "The Performance" series featuring my characters Megan Ward and Paula Hartweg. Of course, the ubiquitous Harry Stone is the narrator. I think that this story stands on its own, but you are encouraged to read my "The Performance" series and my story "The Heartland" for background.
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person or entity is coincidental and unintended. Thank you very much for reading my stories. Please leave comments.
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Paula and I drove back to D.C. from Ohio on Memorial Day. We picked Megan up at Dulles around noon on Tuesday. She was tired from her trans-Atlantic flight but amused by our account of our trip to Ohio. We told her the whole story, including my consensual deflowering of Paula's niece April. The account of our trip to Ohio also included the emotions that Paula and I had felt for each other. That evolved into the larger topic of the relationship between the three of us. Paula set the tone for the discussion by saying that she loved both Megan and me and wanted to stay with us forever. That put something on the table that Megan and I had never discussed which was whether our relationship was meant to be permanent.
Megan and Paula were both very intelligent, easy to talk, enjoyable to be around, physically beautiful, sexy, and exhibitionists. The three of us shared basic values and we had a surprisingly wide range of common interests. This may sound selfish, but I couldn't imagine anything better than a permanent relationship with both women. I said so.
Megan resolved the discussion in two short sentences. "Of course," she said, "I want both of you in my life intellectually, emotionally, and physically. I expect the three of us to grow old disgracefully together." From the outside, it may have already appeared that Megan, Paula, and I were a threesome. To us, that conversation marked the shift from Megan and Harry plus Paula to Megan, Paula, and Harry.
Paula moved out of her apartment into Megan's townhouse. I still had the apartment I leased when I first moved to D.C., but we used that for storage. I had been living with Megan for months. Adding Paula meant that we were all a bit closer together, but none of us complained. Megan and I were routinely nude at home and Paula adopted that practice.
Paula had majored in theater technical production in college, meaning that she was trained to design, build, and light sets. After graduation, her then-boyfriend Michael, who had the same major, got a job with a national touring production of a Broadway show that put him on the road for nine months. That ended Paula's relationship with Michael and persuaded Paula that she wanted something more "normal" than a theatrical life. Indirectly through friends of Megan's, Paula had gotten a job with the D.C. office of a company that designed and built displays for things like trade shows and festivals. The hours were more regular, and Paula's travel was infrequent and mainly limited to the East Coast.
Megan and I continued to model for Megan's friend Angelique. Angelique wanted to do a painting of me fucking Megan doggy-style, but she wanted the perspective to be from below the two of us. She had a clear glass stand assembled. Megan would get on the stand on her hands and knees. I would enter her from behind, and we would hold that position while Angelique sat beneath us painting what she saw. It was rather fun.
Angelique sold the original painting. It was a pleasing thought to know that someone had a picture of Megan and me fucking on a wall in their house. Angelique gave us a print of the picture. Angelique had also taken photos of us posing from below us, behind us, and in front of us. She had the photos framed and gave them to us. When Paula saw the photos, she insisted that I pose with her for Angelique to take similar photos of Paula and me fucking doggy-style. Angelique was more than happy to do that and framed the pictures of Paula and me at her expense. All six pictures went up in the living room of Megan's town house. They were great conversation pieces when guests came over.
Since I had my own course load to teach, I did not typically get involved at all with the classes Megan was teaching. I was aware, though, that she was teaching an upper level course that fall on erotic art. As she described in, the class was a seminar with about 25 upperclassmen. The semester ended in mid-December. Megan insisted that Paula and I come to the last session of her erotic art class.
Megan's seminar met on Thursday afternoon. Fortunately, I did not have a class at that time and Paula left work early. She and I slipped as unobtrusively as possible into the back of Megan's classroom. I was surprised that there were almost twice as many women as men in the class. I'm guessing that the ratio was about 16:9. That wasn't the only surprise I got that afternoon.
Megan lectured for about 45 minutes, I guess summarizing what the course had covered. Then Megan said, "To end the course, I'd like to share with you some examples of very recent erotic art." She handed out packets of 8½ x 11 copies of some paintings and photographs. An attractive, freckled redhead who was sitting in front of us passed copies back to Paula and me.
I recognized the pictures immediately. They were pictures that Megan, Paula, and I had posed for with Angelique and some of Evan Macomb's bondage pictures which we had posed for. Each of our faces was clearly visible in one or another of the pictures.
The classroom was very quiet as the students studied the handout. After what seemed a long time, a young man in the center of the room raised his hand. Megan called on him.
"Uh," the young man stammered, "Dr. Ward, isn't that you in some of these pictures?"
Megan smiled. "Yes, Brandt, I'm in about two-thirds of those pictures. The other two models in those pictures are also here today. Paula and Harry, would you come up here?" Paula and I stood and tentatively walked to the front of the room. "Class," Megan said, "these are my two very good friends Paula Hartweg and Harry Stone. The three of us are the models in all of the pictures in your handout."
The students glanced between us and our nude images in the handout. After a few seconds of silence, the redhead said, "You guys really look great naked." I felt irrationally proud to hear that from a very attractive young woman.
Megan said, "Do any of you have any questions for us? Now's the time."
The redhead raised her hand. Megan nodded towards her. "What is it like," the redhead asked, "to be, well, fucking someone while someone else is taking your picture?"
Megan glanced at Paul and me. We looked back at her. After a moment, Megan realized that we expected her to answer the question. "Well," Megan said, "there is initially some anxiety. After all, we've all been taught that you keep your clothes on in front of strangers and sex is something you do in the privacy of a bedroom, preferably with the lights out. Once you break through that taboo, you feel very liberated. I'd say that posing like that is an exhilarating and empowering experience. Paula, Harry, would either of you like to add anything?"
I deferred to Paula. After a second, she said, "I agree with Megan. I guess what I would add is that I love both Megan and Harry and I'm proud to give physical expression to that love in a way that others can see."
A few of the students had looks of disbelief on their faces. However, I noticed that the redhead was smiling like she understood exactly what Megan and Paula were talking about.
Megan and Paula both looked at me and, after a second, I got the hint that they expected me to add something. "I echo what Megan and Paula said, "I said. "I'll just add that it is a great privilege and tremendous pleasure to pose like that with these women."
The clock hit the top of the hour. Megan said, "Ok, unless there are more questions, that's it. It has been great to have all of you in this semester. Don't forget that your papers are due next Thursday and that is your entire grade for the course."
The class filed out of the room, except for the redhead. She came up to us. Megan asked, "Can I help you Sharon?"
"I just wanted to say how impressed I am by your pictures and how glad I am that you shared them with us," Sharon said.
