Finding Myself - Part 3
Less than a month ago, I had been an eighteen year old virgin, just out of school and preparing for Univesity. Now my life has changed so much, I barely recognise myself.
I met my boyfriend, Josh, at my aunt and uncle's house. I fought against their free-thinking, naturist, free-love lifestyle, as Josh had done for most of his life - however, when he and I got together, we found that we both loved sex, and set off on a journey to discover our greatest pleasures.
We began slowly, finding out about one another's bodies, and learning how to bring each other to the height of ecstasy. We had fun with friends of his, and with a couple who we met outdoors.
Since then, we had returned to my home, and Josh had been establishing his photography business - he has a natural talent for images of people - especially when they're naked, and had photographed my sister, Debbie, several friends of hers and my best friend Brenda and her partner, Lacey, who is gender-fluid.
The various photoshoots sometimes moved beyond typical glamour, or 'boudoir', and moved into porn (like Debbie, with her sex toys), or shared sexual activity, with Brenda and Lacey, and Debbie's friend Matt, who is massively endowed, and bi-sexual. Although I had experimented with, and enjoyed lesbianism, Josh had never tried gay sex before, but he did, with bisexual Matt, and while not as keen with his own sex as me, he had not refused to try again.
My fantasy came true - I flashed and exposed myself to a large group of people in a hotel bar, and fully embraced my exhibitionist side, and I had role-played as a sexy witch with Josh, which had been a huge turn on.
There was more - so much more - but if I relive everything now, I will just end up masturbating so much, I'll never continue to the rest of my story.
We were busy - very busy. Josh had been loaned a flat with a studio, where he could set up a photography business. We had two big shoots already, both for calendars. One was for my mum's office - a saucy charity fund-raiser, for which Josh would not charge. The second was promotional, for an advertising agency, and would be paid for. Both were huge opportunities for future work.
We also had to meet our friends from our outdoor sex romp. They were staying with relatives nearby, and had invited us over for a meal and to take some photos of the lovely Celeste, with whom I had sex next to a beauty spot close to Josh's home.
We began the week visiting shops. I had some money, inherited from my grandfather, which I was investing in the photography business, and Josh had been given some money by his parents to help set up his flat. We visited furniture shops and photography stores, along with clothing shops (to buy a basic wardrobe for Josh's models) and fabric shops - photographic backdrops were fine, but a range of textiles would help set the ambience.
The whole of Monday and most of Tuesday were spent choosing, buying and transporting, and on Tuesday afternoon, we started building flat-pack furniture and decorating the studio - as well as sorting out a mobile studio, with backdrops, frames to hold the backdrops, lighting etc.
By Wednesday, when we were due to meet Celeste and Marcus, we were shattered and ready for a break. It was lucky that we were young (Josh had not long passed his twentieth birthday), or the thought of being sociable, producing quality photos - and hopefully having some sexy fun, might have been too much. As it was, the distraction had been very welcome - especially as we had only made love four times over the previous two days (morning and night) - although we still managed to put in the vigorous effort which we enjoyed.
We stopped working an hour after lunch and showered. It seemed almost unfair that I decided to parade in front of Josh totally naked, towelling myself dry, deliberately focusing between my legs, making myself very wet, and settling on the divan which he had bought as a studio prop.
He stripped, ready for his own shower, as he watched me. I teased my nipples to hard points, before spreading my legs and using my fingers to open my pussy. I started to masturbate, watching him get hard, slowly stroking his beautiful, eight-inch member.
"Stop!" I shouted, finger stroking my very evident clitoris. "Don't you dare. I want you firing on all cylinders if Celeste and Marcus want to play."
He stopped, looking like a puppy scolded for chasing its favourite ball. He knew I was right, but watching me tease was just plain cruel.
I giggled, and kept stroking. Josh might have been tempted to help, but seemed to recognise that this was my show. Instead, and to occupy himself, he grabbed a camera. I smiled. He had photographed me many times before like this, but this would be the first time in our new studio.
I continued masturbating, changing position to show my bum - Josh likes my bum. It's firm and toned - like the rest of my body - and plenty of men seem to enjoy it. My breasts, too, often attract attention. I only wear a B cup, but it's enough to give a cleavage, and they are firm and well-shaped.
Having photographed my whole body, Josh zoomed in on my pussy and bum. I knew that on my hands and knees, both holes would be very evident.
I masturbated myself to a very satisfying orgasm, leaving poor Josh rock hard as he entered the shower. I even considered masturbating again in private while he was bathing, but decided that would be self-indulgent. Instead, I dressed.
I was unsure how the evening would go. I knew Marcus and Celeste would be up for some fun, but had no idea about the other two. I slipped into matching bra and panties (black, lacy, Brazilian knickers, to match my pubic hair) and hold-up stockings. Then I wandered around in my underwear, considering what would be appropriate.
I considered a very casual, vest and skirt ensemble, before spotting my little, black dress. It finished just above the knee and had a slit up the side to my thigh, which would show the darker tops of my stockings. It was low at the front, allowing my push-up bra to give me a cleavage, and was very sexy, but classy.
As Josh came out of the shower, still semi-hard, he stared at me before whistling softly.
"You look amazing," he breathed, "sure you don't want to just stay home?"
I laughed, gratified to see that he was getting harder as we spoke. I decided not to reply, but gave a quick twirl and left the room with an exaggerated wiggle, only to walk into my sister, Debbie, who looked me up and down.
"Wherever you're going," she said, "I wanna come too. Only one reason you're dressed like that."
I laughed and briefly explained that we were meeting friends for dinner. She knew there was more to it, but that I would say no more. Eventually, she gave up, telling me to have fun - and not to do anything she wouldn't - which frankly didn't limit me at all.
Although we had only met Marcus and Celeste once, we had bonded instantly, not just for a sexual liaison, but on a personal level, and they greeted us like old friends.
Celeste's cousin and her husband were charming. They lived about five miles from me, in a terraced house with plenty of space and interconnecting rooms which gave a flow to the property from front to back, and meant that we could see directly from the living room, through the dining room and into the kitchen. As such, while they cooked, we could still communicate easily.
The 'dining room' was not the formal space it sounded like. There was no huge table dominating the room, and, in truth, it was more an extension of the living room, with tables to eat off and three comfortable two-seater sofas. Clearly, there was to be very little formality.
Celeste and her cousin, Alesha, were both Jamaican, as was Marcus, and Alesha's husband, Joe, could not have been more contrasting. He was blonde haired, with blue eyes and worked as a teacher in a local school - thankfully not the one I had attended for many years, but a primary school, where he taught eight and nine year old children.
I felt slightly over-dressed, but Marcus's wide eyes as he drank in my cleavage and the expanse of exposed leg, made me feel good. Joe tried to be more subtle, but I knew he was casting sly glances in my direction.
Celeste and Alesha were less subtle.
"Shit, girl," gushed Celeste, "you are man-bait. And woman-bait for that matter. You look amazing."
Alesha looked me up and down, before commenting: "Oh yeah. You sexy as hell. I see why these guys were so keen to meet you again. And you bring this gorgeous man too. I'm in lust already."
It might have been uncomfortable with some people, but they made it fun and amusing, and set the tone for the evening. Things were going to be open and honest and we were all going to enjoy ourselves.
While Marcus and Josh talked about photography, and discussed the shoot Marcus had been asked to do with Celeste, we sat and chatted about how the evening would unfold. The plan was eat first, then Celeste's photoshoot, then, as Alesha put it, see what develops.
The hints were clear, as the cousins giggled together, and I was very confident that sex was on the agenda. With that in mind, I appraised Alesha. She was not tall, and was definitely curvy. Her boobs were generous, and her cleavage dwarfed mine in a scoop-neck vest top. Her bum was shapely and rounded, and wobbled as she walked, twitching from side to side beneath her long, flowing skirt. Her skin was darker than Celeste's, and I was looking forward to seeing how dark her nipples were.
Joe, meanwhile, who flitted around the kitchen and between the two conversations, was a similar height to Marcus and very slim. With his glasses and well-groomed hair, he had a 'nerdy' appeal. I was fascinated to see how his quiet, focused attitude would adapt to group sex, as he seemed almost shy.
Eventually, he came and sat next to me, smiling.
"Sorry. We haven't spoken much. I'm going to let Alesha and Celeste finish serving up the food, so I'll keep you company, if that's ok. It's nice to have a break. Sometimes their brutal honesty can be a bit overpowering."
He grinned, shyly, and I realised he felt the need to make more of a connection before things became more intimate.
"I think Celeste's looking forward to her photoshoot," I smiled, "she seems to enjoy being in front of the camera."
