Let me confess: when I planned my published, earlier story, Never Meant To Be a Virgin, I meant to involve exclusively C. and L. -- the older sister -- in a sexual mix and mingle. But then, is one ever the master of a story as one writes? In my case, the younger sister interloped. Being a very forward and irresistibly sexy vixen, she became the story and C.'s partner in sin.
Was it unjust? Should not the planned story be now told?
L. is not a forward little vixen like her sister. Her self-discovery as far from frigid took some time!
Comments on this story or preferably both are especially welcomed!
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Cliff was only half-listening to Viv complimenting him on two of his large, glamour photographs on his dining room wall. His attention was on Leisha. When Viv's chatter had started to enthuse about the rather provocative images, detailing the proud tits and prominent bush and shameless come-hither-look of the statuesque blond, Leisha had gotten up and gone into the adjoining living room. Through the wide double door, Cliff could see her. With the champagne glass in her hand, taking a sip now and then, Leisha had stopped. She was admiring, long and pensively, the six framed black-and-white prints Cliff had arranged on the wall.
They were classical nude studies, of two women, no longer young but breathtakingly beautiful in the ripeness of their bodies and the calm in their faces. He had done them years ago. What pleased him now was that these implicitly erotic pictures had captured Leisha's interest. Therefore, it was not a prudish rejection of nudity that had made her escape from Viv's admiration for the erotic blond on the dining room wall.
Cliff noticed with amusement that Leisha had found the switch to turn on the spotlight to focus on the prints. It indicated to him Leisha's and Viv's newfound familiarity with his apartment.
When the cousins invited Cliff to a traditional Chinese feast, they agreed to serve it in Cliff's -- in contrast to theirs - fully furnished apartment. He left them to their task of preparing for the feast. During the time they spent in Cliff's apartment, they saw all the photos on display.
The nudes had pricked their curiosity. Therefore, on her third glass of champagne, Leisha risked asking:
"Who has taken all these beautiful photographs in your apartment? Are they yours? Are you a photographer, Cliff?"
"Yes, they are all mine. And I printed them too. But that was a long time ago; before digital cameras and phones."
Following up, Cliff told them that he was a partly trained amateur photographer, had been a Camera Club member, and had successfully entered competitions. He concentrated mainly when photographing people on portraiture and character studies. Then he grinned and nodded up to the spectacular blond on the wall:
"Despite the nudes displayed on my walls, they were a small part of my output. And I never entered them in competitions. I would have loved to do more. However, I was not interested in photographing professional models. And I was too shy to ask the women that attracted me."
Cliff paused; his voice low and serious he added:
"There were a few women that approached me. They had seen portraits I had done and now wanted to know how I saw them -- how interesting and beautiful I saw them as women in the nude. And they revealed themselves to me and my camera; their nakedness was not an exposure but a revelation to them and me. This is why these nudes mean so much to me. Taking these photographs and getting to know these women so intimately, was for me an undeserved gift."
"She knew what she wanted and knew you would give it to her," giggled Viv drunkenly. She lifted her glass, toasting the blond woman in the pictures, "God, you made her beautiful and sexy. Were you lovers? She gave you all! Can you do this with every woman, Cliff? Could you do it with us?"
Leisha was embarrassed by Viv's unguarded directness. With her eyes lowered and a just noticeable tremble in her voice, she said, "I love your black-and-white photos, Cliff. They are so clean and yet so erotic." She blushed, "For me, more so than Viv's colour prints." Then, realising that it sounded like a rejection, "I'm sorry Cliff, she must be as special to you as the others."
With nothing more to ask and say, they decided to end their dinner party. It had been a success and the clean-up could be left for tomorrow. As Leisha and Viv stood up to leave, Cliff was again struck by the young women's contrasting beauty.
Leisha wore a traditionally cut, dark-blue Cheongsam. The deliberately chosen -- Cliff was sure -- tight fit highlighted the sinuous contours of her body. Being knee-length, it showed off Leisha's beautiful long legs almost as high as Cliff could have wished. With her height, her tied-back hair, and her high-cheek-boned, almost severe, intelligent face, Leisha was a strikingly attractive young woman.
By contrast, Viv was an all-sexy little vixen. Her hair flowed open down on her shoulder. The bright red of her lipstick matched the red of her westernised Cheongsam. Cut as tightly as Leisha's, it hid neither the tempting shape of Viv's succulent tits nor the firm roundness of her ass. Of half-thigh length with slits on both sides, the dress screamed, 'Strip me! Why don't you?' With her black stockings and red, high-heeled sandals, Viv was a walking temptation.
Although not the type of woman Cliff had ever fancied, Cliff felt a pleasant rising in his too-long-dormant cock.
Cliff, in the ten years since his divorce, had never engaged in pick-up games at bars and pubs nor searched for sex and female company on the net. He was sixty-two, a six-footer, reasonably fit and not overweight. Pleasant in manners as well as appearance, Cliff O'Shea had never lacked female company until he retired from the university two years ago. Since then, he led -- largely by choice - a celibate life.
Until a year ago, Cliff shared his roomy, four-bedroom house with Mat, his son. After Mat left for a job in Perth, Cliff decided to convert his house into two apartments. When the rebuilding was completed, with the apartment situated close to universities, hospitals, and sundry colleges, his first ad had a large response.
Out of the sixty or so applicants, Cliff selected Leisha and Viv, both Chinese students. They immediately paid two months' bond and the reasonable rent Cliff had asked for. Within days they moved in.
If anybody had asked, Cliff would have had to admit that it was not a business-like choice. Leisha, the older of the two applicants had singularly stirred his male instincts. He found her, at first sight, an exceptionally attractive and interesting woman. In comparison, her shorter and younger companion, despite her friendly sexiness, would not have attracted Cliff's attention as a preferred tenant.
From the paperwork, Cliff gathered their names and personal data. Both came from Georgetown in Malaysia. As an easy, friendly relationship developed between them, Cliff learned Leisha was twenty-three and a fourth-year Honours student in Economics/Law. Viv, at eighteen, was in her first year of a degree in nursing. They were cousins but had not been - at home in Georgetown - particularly close.
