If someone had asked Dylan Kellogg how he spent his typical Saturday night, for most of his adult life he would have answered 'playing video games' or 'watching anime'. Maybe 'going out to see a movie' or 'hanging out at the library' if he was feeling especially adventurous. However, for the past few months, his life had been anything but typical and that was largely thanks to the naked woman who sat across from him at the dinner table this particular Saturday night.
To anyone with a functional set of eyes, Ria Murphy was an absolute knockout. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed with skin to die for and a lithe, athletic figure toned from years of military service, she was also breathtakingly gorgeous with delicate, expressive features and a dazzling smile. While Dylan would have been more than happy with just those attributes in a roommate, she was also one of the kindest and most thoughtful people he had ever met, having gone out of her way to help him multiple times over the course of their time living together. And sometimes, that 'help' involved things that were very much out of the realm of normal roommate assistance,
including jerking him off in the shower
, letting him cum all over her naked body and
even sucking his dick until he had some of the most mind-blowing orgasms in his entire life
.
As he watched her recline in her chair after finishing her meal, he wondered what benevolent cosmic force in the universe had also given her the innate desire to be free of clothing whenever and wherever possible. His previous experiences with the naked female form had all been virtual by way of porn but since she had moved in, he had committed every inch of her body to memory. She had never been shy or demure about showing off her assets and he took full advantage of that at all times.
"Dylan."
Hearing her say his name snapped him out of his trance; he had been staring at her tits as he often did when they ate dinner at home. Large, round and well-proportioned to her figure, they were one of her features that he enjoyed ogling the most. He tore his eyes away from them to look up at her face, which admittedly was also very pleasant to behold. "Sorry, can you say that again?"
Ria laughed lightly and shook her head. "Focus, roomie. My eyes are up here," she chided him sarcastically; she had never cared how much he stared at her body. "I was saying that we should probably figure out what we're going to do about next Saturday."
"Oh, right." Next Saturday was the first day wealthy art patron Ulf Vang expected them to start privately modeling for him, provided they agreed to do so. Truth be told, the thought that someone would pay him to be a life model would have been utterly ludicrous prior to today. However, he had agreed to help Ria as a favor and that had turned into him posing in the nude with her in a very compromising position in the middle of a room full of artists. His brain still had not quite processed just how close he had come to fucking his extremely attractive roommate. "Do you think it's a good idea?" he asked, trying to read her expression.
"Two hundred dollars an hour is nothing to sneeze at," she replied, referring to the rate that Vang had offered her. "But I was mostly asking for your benefit. Today was the first time you'd done anything like that and I don't want you to feel like you are obligated to if you're not comfortable with it, even for that much money."
Vang had proposed to pay him one hundred dollars an hour to pose, which was not an insult to Dylan at all; he had not been expecting any sort of compensation for doing Ria a favor. "It was terrifying, yeah," he admitted sheepishly. "I've never even been to one of those classes as an artist so being up there on stage with you was kind of... unthinkable to me."
If she harbored any sort of discomfort at him nearly sliding his cock into her pussy when they were posed together, she did not show it as a grin tugged at the corner of her lips. "I think you did a good job for your first time. Standing still for twenty minutes at a time isn't as easy as it sounds."
"It really wasn't. Do you think he'll make us do the same things if we accept?" he wondered, watching her breasts bounce slightly as she stood up from the table. His body had been riding the hormone highs from the near constant states of arousal and panic he had been in the past few hours; he was only starting to come down from it and feeling the aches from holding one position for so long.
"I'm not sure, to be honest. I've never posed in a private setting before, let alone with another model." Ria walked over to the small end table in the foyer and picked up the business card Vang had given them. "Vang's assistant should have sent over the contract for both of us by now; I'd bet that it gives some kind of general outline of what's expected."
On the drive back home from picking up dinner, they had called the number on the business card and spoke to a man who only identified himself as 'Winters'; his demeanor had been as frosty as his name when they told him the reason for their call. But he had promised to email the terms of the contract that Vang would have them sign and sure enough, Dylan had gotten a ping on his phone as they were eating dinner. "He did send it over, I got the notification."
"Let's check it out on your computer," she suggested as she came back to the dining table and picked up their dishes to bring to the sink. "That way we can look at it at the same time."
"Yeah, we can do that." He did not blame her for wanting to view it on his computer over squinting at a phone; his personal setup included two very large monitors. Striding into his room, he slid into his chair and had the document pulled up on one of his ultrawides by the time she appeared in the doorway.
"Gosh, they're even bigger in person," she joked as she came up alongside him, her hands planted on her bare hips as she took in the size of his screens. "I'm sure NASA calls you for help when they need something found."
Managing an anxious chuckle, Dylan was suddenly keenly aware that this was the first time Ria had ever been in his room and therefore the first time a woman had been in his space, period. He felt his leg shake in nervousness as she moved closer to study the contract that had been sent over. "It looks pretty boilerplate to me," he observed.
"Mmm, when things look normal is when you really have to scrutinize everything." She leaned in and stretched out a hand to his mouse. "May I?"
He nearly squeaked in response as her movements had placed her torso directly in front of his, her full breasts dangling so close to his face that he could see her pert pink nipples were hard. Feeling his dick throb as he remembered how pliant and soft her tits felt in his hands, he swallowed and moved the device over to her. "H-here you go."
