Here we go again for the fourth element of this String of Luck, a story that revolves around exchanges. One of Nella's oldest friend, Aria, has been in town for about a month now, living mostly with us. Having moved out of the province three years ago her friendship with Nella, even though it changed because of the distance, is still strong. In fact when my green-eyed, ever wonderful girlfriend received Aria's call and learned of her visit, she jumped up from the couch to make a little dance of joy. I was, you might have guessed, quite surprised to see her dancing in the living room. Jenny, poking her head out from her room, was just as dumbfounded as I was.
In any case we learned that Aria would be coming to stay with us for two months or so. She would arrive a week hence. In exchange, the first one in this story, she's offered us her cottage in the mountains for the entire month of October. The weather should still be quite good and the autumnal colors should be in full bloom. Jenny, sitting beside me while waiting to learn why Nella had danced her weird little dance, was quite open about welcoming another roommate for a time. In fact, she was simply happy to have the opportunity to explore another person's body through massage. Some people are easy to please...
In the week before Aria arrived, Nella never stopped talking about her. She had mentioned her before, but now she was going into a full making-up-for-lost-time, bringing-my-new-boyfriend-up-to-date mode. The woman was a sculptor just like Nella, has been working professionally as one for the past eight years, and was apparently exceptionally good. There were a lot of other things I learned in those six days, but nothing as interesting as her sexual history.
You see, Aria's sexual life began like most other young girls: she was interested in boys during high-school, flirted with most of them, allowed herself to be fondled by a handful of them and finally decided to go all the way with a guy she thought would be the man of her life. Things didn't turn out that way: three months later the guy was gone, chasing after another virgin. That particular episode was hard on Aria, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Nonetheless, in her late teens she became increasingly interested in girls. That phase coincided, fortuitously, with her growing relationship with Nella. (Go figure!) A year after that first fateful night with her, Aria was an exceptionally happy bisexual. When the exclusive relationship with Nella faded and turned into a rich friendship, Aria explored many relationships both with men and women.
Yet something changed once more in Aria after breaking up with her last girlfriend, one of her most serious relationships: she has no intention of ever looking for another man. Apparently her relationship with Judy, even though painful to sever, was nonetheless above anything she'd ever had with men. So most of the times, or so Nella says, Aria refers to herself as a lesbian. After telling me all this the night before Aria arrived, in our beds late at night, Nella whispered something else:
"I may need your help Will."
"What for?"
"I don't want Aria to turn into a full lesbian... I don't want her to loose the freedom that bisexuality brings. The last two men in her life were quite ordinary and Aria said to me one time that in bed they were even less than ordinary. So, " she asked with a naughty smile, "do you want to help Aria for me?"
I was shocked by her request, even though I had seen it coming when she asked for my help. Although Nella and I shared Justine and Jenny quite a few times, she was asking me to seduce and fuck a girl I had never met, a girl who thought herself a lesbian... This was something completely different... Nella saw my hesitation.
"Come on Will, you know I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't think that you'd both enjoy it..."
"Hmmm. You're sure she would?"
"Yes. And I have no doubt in my mind that you're going to enjoy it too..."
"What does she look like?"
"She's gorgeous."
"Of course, what else? She's your friend!"
Nella laughed out loud and I had to put a pillow to her face for Jenny was sleeping in the next room. This lead to a playful fight on the bed and as a matter of course it turned into an another intense sexual episode. Indeed, as I was beginning to realize, everything had a serious potential of turning into a sexual episode. Well, who was I to complain!
Aria arrived an hour late the following afternoon, carrying two huge bags of clothing and sculpting stuff. When I saw her opening the door, I froze for a moment or two. Seeing this, Nella laughed and poked me in the ribs. Aria had missed the incident but Nella had to tell her about it. So even though the introduction was quite embarrassing for me, it was clear that Aria was pleased by my reaction.
As we were in the small room Nella sometimes uses as office when her shifting jobs requires it, I got ample opportunity to take a good look at our guest. She was, Nella had been quite right, jaw-dropping gorgeous. Her hair was light brown and slightly wavy, but that description doesn't go nearly far enough. She had a lion's mane: thick locks and tresses falling all around her head, flowing all the way down to the small of her back and covering her entire back as if with a cloak. She was a wet-dream for hair fetishists.
Yet were it not for that remarkable head of hair, the rest of her figure was eerily similar to Nella's: her breasts were full and large, perhaps even larger than Nella's, and were apparently very firm despite their size; her waist was notably larger than the fabled "24", but as her hips flared smoothly and generously, the effect was just as remarkable as with Nella. In fact, the effect was strikingly alike and I took a private yet intense pleasure at comparing their bodies. In any case they were busying themselves with Aria's stuff and trying to make up for the entire year since they last saw each other. I had a one of a kind opportunity to ogle, gawk and drool... (well, perhaps not *that* much)
Nella had a pair of short shorts (I know it sounds like a pleonasm, but some shorts do warrant this repetition: these ones did) with a loose, white tank top. And I have to specify that she had chosen, this morning, a miracle miracle bra (you get the idea...). Aria had completely different look: she looked like a circus performer on a holiday: the summer dress she had chosen was seemingly made out of a hundred of patches, artistically arranged to create a stunning result. It was clear that it had been made for her: it hung to her breasts, waist, hips, buttocks and thighs like second skin. The patches that covered her breasts were bright red and strips of yellow fabric were slipped beneath and between her breasts, adding even more highlights than they provided by themselves. Those strips snaked down all over the dress, going above or under other strips or patches. It was an amazing dress for an amazingly magnificent woman. Her blue eyes and generous lips were warm and open, her manner open and confident. She was, all in all, a remarkable person.
At one point, perhaps noticing my blatant staring, Aria smiled at me.
"Yes, we know that we look alike..."
"We've been teased about it, " Nella added, "since we began going out together. 'Lesbianism to the extreme!' our friends would joke. They said that not only were we interested in other women, but each in another woman who also looked a lot like we did."
Aria and Nella laughed at this memory and I was happy to learn that both women were at ease regarding this subject. In fact we even talked about it during dinner, Jenny even more curious than I was. Of course, she had just begun the exploration that the two women have been carrying out for more than ten years. We spent most of the evening around the pool, as another heat wave was hitting the city.
The following seven or eight days were quite uneventful: even though Aria is always dressed sexily, I've not yet managed to see her naked. We're getting to know each other, though, and I'm beginning to enjoy her presence a lot. Yet although she looks like Nella physically, her personality is strikingly different: while Nella is easygoing, relaxed with a sharp sense of humor, Aria always seems to be in a hurry and appears to have a peculiar sense of humor. I never know what's going to make her laugh or, in fact, what's going to shock her.
So even though I was burning to see her naked, and a lot more, I was more careful than I had been with Jenny. Aria was apparently quite opened sexually, but only with people she absolutely trusted. As we had met only a week ago, I was still far from being her confident. Things started to change when, during dinner one night, she asked me a favor.
"Will, I have a big favor to ask of you. As Nella has probably told you I sculpt for a living and one of my plan while being in town was to make a big piece in clay. I've located a studio where I could work, but as of yet I'm missing a model. A male model."
"No problems, I'd be happy to—"
"Wait a second, you have to know that it's going to be a nude piece. Still in?" she asked, apparently uneasy.
"Yes, that's not a problem at all."
In fact I was bubbling with joy inside. A way to get intimate with her, even though I'll only be modeling, immobile. Nothing like the perfect opportunity I had with Jenny, but still quite good.
The following day we both went to her studio and during the bus ride she talked about what she had in mind. It seemed quite simple a pose, but I'm no artist so I can't judge: all I'll have to do was recline on cushioned table and enjoy the music she had brought with her. The table, she told me, would be replaced by something else once the piece was finished. She wouldn't say what.
An hour into the "work" I was beginning to realize that resting perfectly still was harder than it sounded. I wasn't even fully nude for the first session: Aria had been very clear on that: she would not impose nudity on me until she absolutely needed it. Even when I told her that I didn't mind, she hadn't changed her mind. So here I was, lounging on a comfortable table, enjoying the music and the view.
