Author's note: I have lurked on Literotica for many years and have on more than one occasion enjoyed reading a good erotic story. Previously, I have written several science fiction adventure novels but I always felt a little queasy about adding too much sex to the prose. Not that I am a prude, far from it but I didn't want to upset my sci-fi fans by being too sexually explicit. So I have been working on writing a number of erotic stories revolving around some of the same characters. Yep, I am a bit lazy or am I just being economical? Anyway, my style is a little more literate and a little less full-blown porn so this particular story may not be to all tastes. The key to great sex is a sensuous buildup with interesting, bright people in touch with their desires. In any case, I could fail on both counts of writing good fiction and good erotica but I'll let you be the judge of that.
This first story I'm posting is a little out of order with the other stories that I will be adding. Why? Because I completed this one first and wanted to get reader feedback before completing the other stories. The three stories revolve around a well-meaning, pretentious comparative religion college major named Sarah who has begun nude modeling to make ends meet. Real original, huh? She hooks up with an older adult-themed photographer named Paul and his admin Alyce. The worldly pair put this sexual innocent through a number of wild carnal experiences. The other stories will be about Paul and some of Sarah's other sexual escapades but that could change as I get reader feedback and complete the editing.
Hope you enjoy the read and I always welcome your invaluable feedback: good, bad or indifferent.
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Chapter 1
A loud raucous buzz filled the still summer air. Ah, the cicadas were singing, albeit a bit early this summer. In fact, it was one lone male, an outlier male hoping to lure an early mate. The rising of the sound and the sudden fall off of the call was irresistible to Sarah. She loved that sound: it meant summer, heat and the continuity of life. It also made her horny.
It was the middle of the week and Sarah had no work at the bistro. She tried calling Paul but had no luck and instead called his admin Alyce. "He went on a west coast trip to lineup up some talent for the fall shoot. He was probably in flight," Alyce said.
"Oh, I was just looking to hang out, no biggie," Sarah said.
"Well, you're welcome here, I mean it's just me mostly and I'm bored too. We can hang out if you want. I'll pick you up at the ferry and pack a lunch so we can head straight to the beach, if that's works for you?"
"Works? That actually sounds perfect!" Sarah said.
Sarah undressed for a quick shower before leaving and looked over her naked body in the mirror for any offending stray hairs. Her skin was pale, but she had a good shape and was even leaner now due to her forced austerity. Before meeting Paul she was getting so desperate for food money she had considered taking dates with boys to get meals.
She liked her light green eyes, and they had an exotic Asian flare because of a minor epicanthic fold and her eyelids being a little less pronounced. With her straight dark hair, pale skin and green eyes she could make quite an impression with the boys. But her face was a little too long to be considered very pretty—maybe attractive and even sexy, but by no means a beauty.
She looked at her breasts; they were a bit smaller from her forced diet, but they were real and probably her best attribute—at least, based on the reaction of her previous boyfriends. She was an honest and shapely 34C with large areolas and long nipples that looked dark compared to her pale skin. There were no tan lines—she didn't have time for color. She started to pull at her nipples with both hands so she could see them erect. She could feel a small twinge from the manicured landing strip between her legs, but there wasn't time for that now.
She looked down below and turned slightly sideways to the mirror in order to view her butt. Yes, her butt still looked good, nice and rounded, but damn she was short at five feet three inches. Her legs weren't very long, but they were toned, and she could always accommodate for her height by wearing heels. Considering that she was also fairly intelligent, she felt like she had won the genetic lottery; well, except for her immediate family. She dressed quickly into her black bikini that she covered with a t-shirt and shorts and practically ran to her car.
Sarah made the long drive to Woodshull to catch the ferry to Marthas Vineyard or the Island of Nysa as she now called it. Once there she spotted Alyce patiently waiting for her.
"It's mid-week and rather than do the beach I got a secluded spot we can enjoy without the touristos ogling us!" Alyce said as Sarah jumped into the old Ford. Her companion Alyce was a good-looking, tall young woman, perhaps a little doughy, with much larger breasts than Sarah. She had long straight blond hair that she parted in the middle and was easily a half foot taller than her petite companion. Alyce exuded a lazy sexuality whereas Sarah had to work at hers in order to keep her edge. Instead, Alyce let her genetics guide her through her sexual sojourns.
"Did I ever tell you that I call the Vineyard the Island of Nysa." Sarah said as Alyce drove.
"Nyso - what? What the hell is that?" Alyce said.
"Nysa is a mythical land populated by nymphs, you know pretty women scantily dressed."
"Sounds more like the studio. I think the Island of Misfit Toys is a better description to be honest with you," Alyce said.
"Whatever. You don't think it's an apt description for the island?" Sarah asked.
"Nope, sounds kinda of dopey to me," Alyce said as she turned onto a back road and stopped by a dirt patch on the roadside. As they got out of the car Alyce led Sarah along a winding path through a dense stand of tall pitch pine trees. When the trees parted there was a pristine lake awaiting the two young women.
"Sarah, welcome to my private kettle pond! Nobody comes here and the water is always cold even in the hottest summer days."
It was a beautiful day to have the warm sunshine dancing on their skin. Within minutes the two women jumped into the water and Alyce was right—the water was refreshingly cool. They swam and splashed each other, enjoying the water and the freedom of a lovely summer weekday without work. After their swim, they lied topless on an old blanket drying in the sun as they shared a joint.
Alyce put her earphones on and began listening to some loud dance music that leaked into the humid air as she read a cheesy romance novel. Sarah was content to listen to the bugs and enjoy the sun. She looked down at her bare breasts and noticed how loose her nipples were in the warm sun. In fact, she was sweating slightly in the strong mid-summer sun and it wasn't even noon yet. Light zephyrs eased the heat and Sarah was loving this mid-week respite.
"Shit, that stupid bug is noisy," Alyce said as she took the earphones off. "I can't even hear my music with that racket."
"I dunno, he sounds like summer to me," Sarah said as she wondered if his calls were falling on deaf ears among his own kind.
"By way, how are things with your daddy?" Alyce asked.
"My daddy? You mean Paul? Are you implying I have daddy issues?" Sarah asked.
"Where did that come from? No, I meant like a sugar daddy. Jeez, you're weird."
"I dunno at thirty-two, he does seem old to me. Wouldn't matter but the problem is I don't feel anything with Paul, no romance, nothing shared, there is passion but there is certainly no warmth."
"Look at you, finding out Paul is all NSA."
"NSA?" Sarah asked.
