Well well, I wasn't sure if I had to label this story the fifth part or the fourth part's second chapter. Or perhaps the second episode of the fourth chapter. Or yet again the next to last episode of the entire String of Luck? As it is it stands, simply, as the fifth part. I'll introduce Nella again, if ever this were the strange case that you've not read the previous parts. Nella is my remarkable girlfriend, a bright and sunny woman with green eyes and a heart-skipping smile. She's also, using current terminology, a fully-featured woman. She has large breasts, flaring hips and an ass that just needs to be slapped hard while fucking. She's called herself fat in the past, but now she's trimmed down to just wonderfully feminine.
The same could be said about Aria, her oldest friend. ...except that she has blue eyes and a smile that, although quite nice, is not nearly so stunning as Nella's. I'm not sure, either, that she has been fat in the past. She also has waist-long hair while Nella's barely reach her shoulders.... Err... Oh, who am I kidding: Aria has the same freaking figure: big boobs and a nicely rounded backside. There, I said it.
Anyway, let's get back to business. The business of modeling in fact. In the last chapter (or part; whatever...), Aria, an established sculptor, asked me to model for her. A nude piece. Innocent and overconfident because of this strange String of Luck, I had believed that it would be the perfect opportunity to become more than just friends with Aria. Not so. In fact even though she's opened about her peculiar sexual orientation history, she's conversely quite closed about nudity and sex with people she doesn't absolutely trust. She even forced me to keep my boxers for the first part of her work. A nude work...
Here we were now, two days after a strange incident this past Saturday morning (for those not in the know: please read the official part 4, sheesh!), scheduled for another day at the studio. Today she would further her work on my entire body and perhaps begin the nude part. As she got out of her room after breakfast, a bell rang in my head. I tried not to show (or make her hear it???) it, but it seemed like she had caught my veiled request after the first modeling session.
When I accepted her request, a favor she had said, she was really pleased and often told me how glad she was that I'd be doing it. For one thing, a real model would cost a lot of money. And, she also added, she would be a lot more comfortable with Nella's boyfriend posing nude for her than say, a perfect stranger doing the same. Knowing that she felt like she owed me something back, I made a request. A veiled one, but still. You see, I had spent the entire afternoon looking at her while she looked at me for her work. She was really, really beautiful, and this opportunity for me to look at her was repayment enough.
Still, a man can dream. I asked her indirectly if she could choose to wear something more revealing while she worked. Apparently she could. This morning she had on a pair of shorts (the regular type, not the pleonastic ones) and a very loose tank top over her bikini top. I had seen her wearing bikini before, but not while having the chance to stare at her for hours on end! So for the entire morning I was graciously allowed to do so. It was pure pleasure: round curves, generous curves, down from her thighs all the way to her shoulders. At one point she even undid her ponytail, probably knowing from Nella that I had a small fetish for long hair.
We got out of the studio to lunch at a nearby restaurant, taking a small break. Once again we had a great time together, both happy to have met. Our lives were drastically different, but through Nella we were able to discover each other. We even talked a bit about her bi-sexualism turned lesbianism when the noon crowd around us returned to work. She wasn't completely against men, but she would never actively pursue another man for a romantic relationship. "Of course," she said, "if the entire universe connived to make me live with a man again..." We laughed at that, looking around as if to catch the universe in the act!
Soon after that we returned to the studio. This time, in addition to undoing her ponytail for me again, she removed her tank top as well, pleading that she was too hot. It *wasn't* to hot and we both knew it. She gave me another indirect glance, implicitly acknowledging my request. The rest of the after noon flew by without me noticing it: the sight of her breasts, openly displayed for me in her tiny bikini, was more than enough to captivate me. When she got up at around four I was startled out of my reverie and had to shake my head to properly wake up. She laughed when she saw it and, after putting her top back on, walked up to me and hugged me. "Thanks." she simply said. I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I was glad anyway.
"Now I'll need you to remove your boxers for about half an hour. I won't finish everything today but I need to make the general features so that I can more easily make up my mind about the final version. Ready?"
"Sure. As I told you before I don't mind being nude so don't hesitate to ask if you need."
"OK." she smiled and walked back to her table.
So for the next forty-five minutes I laid back nude in front of this gorgeous woman. I was thankful that she had put her top back on, as I was unsure of how she'd react if I developed a hard-on. I didn't spend those minutes staring at her, but I did sneak a few long glances. She was working standing up and the view was completely different. But I had to keep myself in control of things could get embarrassing.
Everything went well and half-an-hour of bus later we were back home. This time we prepared dinner with Nella and Jenny. Our private masso-therapist spent last night at a friend's house, not in a new boyfriend's bed. Of course Nella and I teased her, and even Aria joined in while we ate. When Jenny said, at around eight o'clock, that she was going at her friend's place again tonight, we all laughed and wished her a very good night...
So once again the three of us spent an evening together. We talked about a lot of things, some personal some not at all, having a great time drinking great wine. Late, Nella asked how the modeling day was. She had asked how things had gone earlier, but this time I knew what she really wanted to learn.
"I don't know, I just laid there, naked. I was OK for me, but you should ask Aria."
"Well, nothing special I guess: he *did* just lay there naked!"
We all laughed, but Nella wasn't finished. "Oh come on Aria, I've seen him naked before and he doesn't merely lay there when he's naked. Don't tell me you didn't feel *something* while looking at him."
Once more we laughed, nervousness, late night and alcohol all mixing together. There was a slight, awkward pause, but then we all seemed to remember that Nella and I were both very opened about sex.
"Come on yourself Nella Delonghi!" Aria laughed. "How dare you ask me a question like this in front of him!... OK, OK, he *is* good looking, and if he's as good in bed as you say he is, you're a very lucky woman."
Laughter filled the living room again. I was really beginning to like this conversation, but I had to make things clear. "Nothing happened Nella. "