The exhibition turned out to be a complete success, in the weeks and months that followed Sarah got many requests for interviews and offers of work. She had always been a passionate , energetic person with a real lust for life, but I could see that she was starting to run on empty, what with trying to balance her day job and the demands of her new life. Her boss John was very understanding and encouraging but something had to give.
One evening when we were sat relaxing, a rare occurrence, I told Sarah that I thought she should give up her job and have a go at being a full time photographer and artist.
"That's a big step, don't know if I'm ready."
"Of course you are, you're doing brilliantly and people love you and your work."
"But what about my work, and what about money and what, and what?"
Sarah was starting to ramble, a stream of 'What ifs?' and doubts flowing out of her. She looked totally deflated and exhausted.
"Listen," I said. "John won't want to lose you but he'll understand, as for money, I earn enough and anyways I think you'll be a success so that's not a problem and don't forget were supposed to be getting married so we need to sort all of that out as well."
Sarah just cuddled me, I think too tired to argue or disagree. I lifted her up and carried her to bed.
The next evening Sarah came home from work with an energy and a smile on her face that I hadn't seen for a while.
"How was your day?" I asked.
"Brilliant, really good, I spoke to John."
"What'd he say?"
"He was really good, said he didn't want to lose me, but he'd been expecting it and that it was the right thing to do."
"That's great, I knew he'd understand."
"I've invited him and his new boyfriend Ben around for a meal on Saturday night, as a thank you."
"That's cool, I've really got to like John, he's a good bloke."
"As a sweetener I've told him you'll be doing the cooking and that we'll all be nude."
I looked at Sarah, we both laughed. Ever since Sarah had first shown John pictures of me and more particularly of my dick, it had become somewhat of a standing joke, John wanting to see the real thing for himself, also Sarah was a famously bad cook.
"Also, Sarah continued, I was asked a couple of weeks ago whether I wanted to lecture two afternoons a week at the local college, I turned them down because I was too busy. I contacted them today and they said the job was still there."
"That's great."
"Yeah, so even if it doesn't all work out, I'll have that to fall back on, in the short term at least."
"Good stuff, you've been busy," I said.
"There's more, I spent ages on the phone to my mum, I'd obviously mentioned you before but now they've heard all about you from the girls and they can't wait to meet you."
I shuddered a bit on the inside, the 'girls' were Sarah's sisters Sadie and Ruth, two wildcat, seemingly uninhibited eighteen and twenty year olds with a lust for life and everything it held. The four of us had shared some incredibly horny and hot times together when Sarah's exhibition opened. God only knows what they would have told their mother about me.
"Anyway," Sarah continued. "Mummy and daddy are going to Portugal for three months and would love us to go and stay with them for a week or more or a long weekend at the least."
"That would be great," I said. "We certainly need to meet them before we go making any more solid plans for the wedding, and a bit of sun and relaxation would be lovely."
I knew from Sarah that her parents had had a place in Portugal for years and had recently bought a bigger place down there.
"Can you get time off work?" Sarah asked.
"Should be able to, when were you thinking of?"
"Well I start in the college next week but in four weeks time it's the end of term and I don't have anything else lined up, so how about then?"
"I'll see what I can sort out at work."
"Woohoo, wonderful, I'm looking forward to it already," Sarah said, jumping up on me, legs around my waist and arms around my neck, kissing me madly and saying,
"Now take me to the bedroom and give me a good rogering."
This was like the old Sarah I'd met eight months ago, god I loved this woman.
The next couple of weeks seemed to fly by, Sarah was still busy, flitting around everywhere, but completely re energized. The meal with John and Ben was a hoot, of the three men I think I was the most relaxed about being naked, which showed how much I'd changed. They were both quite self conscious until they'd had a few drinks, then the fun really started, John regaling us with lewd stories and gossip. I think he only mentioned the size of my dick about every ten minutes, which for John was very tame, probably worried about upsetting Ben, who he seemed really into. Sarah for her part was completely at ease, with both the company and the nudeness, I think she could walk down the high street naked and it wouldn't bother her too much.
I'd managed to get two weeks leave from work, thinking it would be lovely to be off the week before, and thus going away completely relaxed. Sarah had to teach the Tuesday and Thursday, so we booked our flights for the Friday. I couldn't wait.
On the Tuesday Sarah came home looking a bit flustered.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Oh nothing, just trying to sort out some shit at college."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Probably not, I just feel bad about letting the students down, that's all"
Sarah had only been lecturing three weeks and had found it hard, having never really done anything like it before. She'd told me her students were a nice bunch, two older people who were really into photography and six younger ones who were on a government scheme to get them a skill and into the workplace. They were covering all aspects of the photographic trade on the course but Sarah had been employed to enthuse a bit of energy and real life experience into the program as the head lecturer felt the course had gone a bit stale. She had told me she thought she was getting somewhere and that her enthusiasm was starting to rub off.
"So what's the problem then, how are you letting them down?" I asked.
"Well we have been talking about all sorts, but obviously my area of expertise is taking photos of people, particularly nude people."
In my head I could guess where this was going, but didn't say anything.
"Anyway," Sarah continued. "As this Thursday is our last session this term I was hoping to have a model for them to photograph, but the girl the college normally uses can't make it. I was even thinking of stripping off myself, but that wouldn't work as I need to be behind the cameras to direct them."
"You should take them to the pub and get them pissed instead, they'll probably enjoy that more," I said, trying to direct the conversation away from where I knew it was heading.
"I could I suppose, but it's not the same. I've built up to this session, telling them how to treat models and get the most out of them, now it will be next term and they'll have forgotten it all."
"Well there's not much you can do, you'll just have to explain the situation and do it next term." I said, looking at a dejected looking Sarah.
"Would you pose for us?" Sarah asked, giving me her best little girl/butter wouldn't melt smile.
"No."
"Oh go on, be a darling, you'll be fabulous at it."
"No, it's one thing posing for you and another thing entirely posing for strangers."
"You love being nude and showing off your big dong."
"I don't actually, I enjoy being nude with you and I've even got more comfortable with others, but people looking at my big dong, as you call it, is a bit embarrassing."
"Don't give me all that tosh, you love it, you're an exhibitionist tart at heart," Sarah said with a big grin on her face.
"Guilty as charged, but that's just for you, when I start enjoying it I get really turned on, which wouldn't be appropriate with all your students."
"Don't worry about it, they're all adults and anyway most of them are men and I don't think it will have the same effect on you, or who knows maybe it will," Sarah said as she came towards me with a smile on her face. "It looks like your enjoying just talking about it," she said as she put her hand against my rigid dick.
"Oh please do it," She whispered, beginning to rub her hand up and down, fingers on my fly.
"No, I don't think..., this isn't fair."
"Pretty, pretty please," Sarah said, dropping to her knees.
Needless to say, I agreed.
The next two days were a bit of a blur, Sarah explaining how she thought the session would go and then alternatively reassuring me and in the next breath, winding me up about the whole thing. I think Sarah was enjoying every minute of it, looking forward to both mine and the students reactions. She said the best bit was that the younger men in the class, when they were told they would have a nude model to photograph, had assumed it would be a big titted dolly bird. They were in for a shock.
For my part I'd been through a range of emotions but by the time I got to the college I was actually looking forward to it. Sarah greeted me with a big hug at the main entrance.
"How you doing sexy?"
"Fine, thank you," I answered, nerves starting to kick in.
"Did you bring your dressing gown?"
"Yes."
"Great, I'll show you to the men's toilet, a bit smelly I dare say, but you can get changed in there." Lovely!
That morning Sarah had explained the etiquette of the dressing gown to me,
"The college provides one but it won't fit a big lump like you." Charming.
Sarah was waiting outside the bathroom for me when I reappeared. She looked up and down the corridor to see that it was empty and gave me a sumptuous, toe curling kiss.
"I love you," she said.
