This is part seventeen of the ongoing Friends series. Don't worry, the end of the series is in sight.
Each story can be read independently, but the characters and plot line make much more sense if you have read the earlier parts. The series tracks the growth, personally, professionally, and sexually, of a group of friends, all in their mid-twenties. Alan and Lisa are a young married couple. Audrey and Tim were just engaged and are Alan and Lisa's best friends. This chapter also includes a friend from out of town, Mary, who has been an active participant in their sexual activities, past and present.
This chapter starts the afternoon after Lisa was the subject of a sex game she invented. She was blindfolded and tied to a table, while the other four did what they wanted to her, drawing cards to see who got to molest her each turn.
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I arrive at class later than I have been. Several other students are already here and Anne is talking to a man I don't know, presumably tonight's model. He is tall and slender, not bad looking.
I usually show Anne the drawings I have done during the week, but I didn't do as many since our last class. The drawing of the pelican on the pier is the only one I really feel is worth sharing.
Anne does come over to check in with me, saying, "Isabella and I picked a painting of hers to submit. I think she has a very good chance of being selected."
Isabella is the mother of my co-worker Javi. She has no formal training, but paints back in Javi's hometown of Las Cruces, New Mexico. There is a juried exhibition of contemporary erotic art at a local museum, which Anne is helping her enter. Anne is also going to submit one of my drawings as well.
"That would be amazing! Javi is going to be so excited."
"The museum will be pretty excited if the critics like her work. Discovering a new artist is a huge thing in the art world."
Anne now calls all the students together. "Before we start drawing Asa, I want to offer congratulations to one of our own, whose drawing of her husband was used on the cover of Wired magazine this week. Lisa is now officially a professional artist!"
Everyone turns and claps for me. I just say, "Thank you everyone, but let's get to drawing Asa."
What the hell am I supposed to do in that situation?
Asa is more muscled than I was guessing originally. He is about 6'3" and maybe 150, but that includes a lot of sculpted muscles, especially his arms and legs. And he has no flab at all on his body. Depending on the pose, I generally either work on his arms or legs -- the musculature is fun to draw -- or I draw his privates, which I have never drawn before. His testicles are more challenging than is his penis. I guess his erection could be more impressive, but he doesn't seem to have that much to work with, not nearly as long as Alan, nor as thick as Tim. I am still curious to see my classmates' reaction to Tim's size, even flaccid.
It was good to be drawing again. And I don't really mind spending a few hours staring at a penis. For a body part that is divorced from any feelings associated with the owner, I think I am more attracted to a run of the mill pussy than a cock, especially a flaccid one. Now something exceptional, like Big Ben, is a whole different experience.
When I get home, Mary is sitting in the kitchen, talking with Alan as he is cooking.
"How was your nude today?" Alan asks.
"Was he cute?" Mary asks.
"He was okay. Somehow, it didn't do much for me. I am curious how I react to the model next week. Am I more turned on by the female body? Or is my connection to the model the key factor? I was so challenged with drawing a figure that first time I drew the other Mary, I wasn't thinking about her sexually at all until that one picture. By the second time she posed we were becoming friends. So I really am curious about next week's class.
"Of course, I do have history of becoming friends with every woman who shows me her pussy, so ..."
Alan says, "Peter did give me some bad news this afternoon. He was trying to arrange an interview with MIT Tech Review tomorrow, but it seems dinner is the only choice. Li will be there with me. She is kind of excited; she was MIT undergrad and doctorate, even if TR isn't officially part of MIT anymore, all her classmates are likely to see it.
"I am making enough chicken stew for plenty of leftovers if you and Mary want to eat here tomorrow night. Or maybe go out to celebrate her interview. It's another somewhat late morning tomorrow again. I am going straight to the PBS studio to film an interview for the News Hour. It should air that night. I already set the DVR to record it.
"I have a double taping at the local NBC Tuesday, time TBD, one for local news and one for national news. The local one may be a bit tricky. I suspect they want to know how a local man feels about suddenly being thrust into the spotlight. I don't think I can be honest about it. I want to ask Peter how I should respond. And he is still working on the rest of the week."
"Sounds like he is at least keeping it at the two a day you asked for. But it will be nice when this stretch is over," I say. "And Mary and I can certainly manage with the left overs, thank you for that."
Before long we are enjoying our chicken stew for tonight, along with biscuits, salad, and a bottle of white wine. Our conversation is far-ranging over dinner. We decide that the timing works well for Alan to drop Mary off at a mass transit stop on his way in. She may have to take a bus then a longish walk after the interview. I ask her how her day went and she seems evasive about where she went with Audrey.
She is very interested in how anal feels. She has never done it. And she is right, I very obviously enjoyed it in my second movie. I think she is fishing to see if she can get Alan to fuck her ass while she is here. I will have to think about it and talk to Alan.
Alan says she was cute this morning, sleeping nude on the couch when he got up. I look at her disapprovingly and she says, "I was planning on wearing a tee shirt over night. But I forgot about it until Audrey and Tim were already in there with the door shut. When I woke up, Alan was already up and they were audibly busy in there. It's not like Alan hasn't seen me nude."
"All I was saying is she was cute, sleeping like that."
This conversation is not encouraging me to lend her my husband to expand her repertoire of sexual positions.
We go in to the living room to watch some TV, but Alan is very handsy today. Having two women flashing him all morning waiting for me to get up seems to have left lingering interest. There is no way I am sharing him tonight. I was shared enough last night.
"It's obvious Alan has designs on my body this evening," I say to Mary, "And I apologize for not being a good host, but I am going to claim him all for myself tonight. We can go back into our room if that will make you more comfortable, or we can stay out here and you are welcome to watch. Which ever you prefer."
"I'll watch if that won't bother you," Mary answers. "And I promise to keep to myself, as tempting as it might be to try to join in."
I lean over and unbuckle his pants and slide them off. He pulls my shirt over my head, and I remove my bra. I lean over and lick the underside of his cock before engulfing as much of it as I can in my mouth. I slowly pull my mouth back off. I shift to running my tongue around the helmet before engulfing it again. I repeat this cycle several times until he is moaning. I don't want to use him up yet, so I disengage.
I lean back on the couch and unbuckle my jeans and push them down. Alan pulls them the rest of the way off and kneels on the floor in front of me. Rather than immediately diving in with his tongue, he stays back and traces around my lips with his fingers before dragging a finger of the center of my gash. I moan briefly as he brushes past my clit.
He reaches up with his left hand to spread my lips then brings his right index finger into my now gaping pussy. It first circles around my clit and then slowly spirals in. As it closes into the center, it lightly teases my pleasure nub. I am moaning continually now.
He leans in, replacing his finger with his tongue, which is pushing harder as it circles and crosses my clit over and over. I am panting deeply, but still moaning. His right index finger, now freed from its earlier task, drives into my cunt. He now has two, no three fingers in me and they have found my g spot. My breathing is ragged, I am losing any awareness of the room, just his tongue and his fingers. I feel his left hand release my outer labia, but nothing else stops.
Suddenly something is in my ass. I think it is his thumb. And I am gone. My back arches and I am howling into the night. As I relax, the fingers stop massaging my g spot and the tongue is now circling away from the clit. I liked that orgasm a lot.
I glance over at Mary. She looks to be calming from her own orgasm. I bet she timed hers to match mine.
Alan has not had a release yet and is now standing and pushing his cock into me. He is not going to last long. I am content and do not try to match him. He reaches down to my clit and I push his hand away. He releases his own flood just a moment later.
He stays in me for a minute before pulling out. He kisses me and says, "You all right?"
"After last night, I do not need multiple orgasms tonight. And you already brought me a truly wonderful one tonight. I really did love it. And I love you so much."
"I love you, too."
"And I think Mary loved our performance as well," I say.
"That looked like it should have been a chocolate cherry orgasm if it wasn't," she says.
"What, may I ask, is a chocolate cherry orgasm?" Alan asks.
"It's from a joke we had with each other during our conversation the last time she came up with Frank. And if there was ever going to be a chocolate cherry orgasm, that was it tonight. I really enjoyed it."
"Well, I don't have any cherries, but I did make chocolate mousse for dessert I almost forgot about. Naked tea and chocolate mousse, everyone?" Alan asks.
"So do you do naked tea every night now?"
"Just nights where we have sex out here. I think it started the last time you were up. We have had stretches of four or five nights in a row. But last night was our first one since before we went to St John."
We chat for a while then everyone heads back to their rooms. Lying in bed with Alan, I say, "You know she wants you to take her ass, don't you?"
"Yeah, I gathered that too. I was with you that tonight was for us to be together after you were basically gang banged last night. But what do you think?"
"After you let me have last night, I don't feel right objecting, but I am a little bit uncomfortable. She got more waking time with you today than I did. And some of that extra time was nude and other of it was with her displaying her pussy. We went through this with Audrey too, although I don't think you are lusting after her like you were Audrey. And I don't think she is hunting you like Audrey was. But she is a very sexual creature, maybe even more than Audrey. And she is looking for outlets right now."
