Life Art Ch. 01: An Erotic Beginning

He was beautiful, though. Tan and muscled just enough to show his strength with broad shoulders and defined bones and muscles. I imagined my tongue tracing the contours of his ridges.

"Lani, you're next."

I rose, trying to calm my shaking limbs and breathe through the nausea. I stood before Madeline, very aware of Jeff's eyes on me, and before I lost my courage, stripped off my shirt. I reached back to unhook my bra, but Madeline stopped me. "Not yet, dear, we'll save some of the mystery for the drawing. Your pants, please."

I slid out of my flats and fumbled with the button on my jeans. I tried to work them down past my underwear without those coming off as well.

I had on mismatched bra and panties. My bottoms were a simple pink bikini, and my bra, black lace. With my pants stripped, I stood there under the perusal of both Madeline and Jeff, wondering what was to come next. They were both quiet, and I began to lose my nerve under their scrutiny. I looked around for a blanket to cover myself, but Madeline stopped me.

"Lovely, just lovely. Okay, Lani, come around into the corner here. Now, I need you to put one knee up on the chaise next to Jeff."

I did as she instructed.

"Yes, but don't face me, turn towards Jeff. He's your focus, and you're mine. Now, lean forward and put your hand on the back next to his head so it can support you. Good, now try and soften the pose a bit, like you're enjoying yourself."

I looked as if I was seductively trying to mount Jeff in this position, which I suppose was the intention. Thankfully, Jeff was still positioned slightly away from me, so I did not have to look him in the eyes, but he must have noticed the dampness of my hand on his belly. Madeline tossed my hair back over my shoulder and urged me to arch my back a bit, pushing my breast towards Jeff's turned away face. She stepped back to observe.

She was quiet and observant so long my arm began to shake. When she spoke, it startled me, "Okay, no. Stop. Lani, you can lean back a moment. Jeff, turn more towards Lani, relax a bit into the cushion. She is seducing you, and you are willing to let her have you. There you go, much better. Now, Lani, lean forward again in that same position."

I did as instructed, though it brought my breasts near Jeff's face. (What the fuck am I doing?) I wasn't sure whether I wanted to laugh or cry over the ridiculousness of this situation. Still, there was a small and growing current spreading through my body, a tingle of excitement and anticipation. I was beginning to enjoy this.

Madeline came over to reposition my hair down my back, and this time she pulled my bra strap down my arm until my left nipple popped out from behind the fabric. The exposure drew my nipple tight and erect. I closed my eyes against the sudden ache to be touched.

"Now, Lani, I'm going to ask Jeff to touch you in a way that is meant to both soften your body and increase the tension."

I looked at her, confused but intrigued. "Okay."

"Jeff," Madeline said quietly, "lean forward and lick her nipple."

This comment didn't startle me as much as it should, a signature of my growing arousal. I waited but felt nothing. When I turned towards him, he was studying me. My body felt afire, waiting for him to touch me. Was he horrified by her request? She got my permission, but not his. What if he decided he didn't want to be here but wasn't sure how to say it? Despite how we got here, I desperately wanted his mouth on my nipple this moment, and it didn't matter that Madeline was watching. He must have seen the acquiescence in my eyes, for he leaned forward, and I almost buckled under the warm moistness.

"There you go, Jeff. Again." He licked a few more times and finally clamped his lips around my nipple and began to suck. "Uh uh uh, Jeff. That's too far." He jerked back in embarrassment, stumbling out an apology to me as I struggled to pull up my bra strap. It was not that I minded; in fact, I wanted more, but we were not alone.

"Okay, you two, let's take a breather. We're here for art, not play." Madeline handed each of us a robe and asked us to put them on and sit on the couch. She left the room, and we sat in silence, unsure of how to be with each other.

"I... I'm sorry if I went too far, Lani."

"It's okay. You didn't, I mean...I...liked it." Madeline still had not returned.

"This is pretty crazy, huh? I mean, we were just discussing Kant in class this morning, and now here we are, naked and...and posing for an artist together."

I let out a quiet laugh. In the ensuing silence, I questioned what I was doing here. Who was this woman, really? I wondered if the drawings and paintings would be to my likeness enough that I would be recognizable. Shit, what if my friends saw them? (Well, that would shut them up.) But what about professors, even strangers for that matter, studying my naked body sketched and painted for whomever to see.

I panicked then. I stood and looked for my clothes, wanting to quickly dress and get out of there before Madeline came back into the room. I didn't want to have to explain myself. Where had she put those clothes?

Jeff stood with me, "Lani, are you alright?"

"I just, I can't believe..."

"Lani, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"This isn't me. I don't know why I'm here," I fumbled around the room, flustered with nerves and doubt. I finally spotted my clothes and went to retrieve them from the shelf when Madeline returned.

She looked at me, surprised that I wasn't where she had left me. "Lani, what's going on?"

I noticed that she held two glasses of amber liquid in her hand. I looked at her, not sure how to explain myself. I felt less assertive with her there and went to sit again on the couch next to Jeff. She stood a moment, as if puzzling something out, then walked to the two of us.

"I brought you some whiskey. It's great for calming the nerves."

Jeff took the glass from her outstretched hand, confused when his hand wrapped around something else along with the glass. He fumbled with the object and set it aside while taking a sip of the whiskey.

When I didn't accept the glass, she placed it on the end table next to me, along with a small square object. She then picked up her glass and sat across from us, settling in before speaking.

"Art is a powerful form of expression, a way to build windows into the human soul, a lens through which we may come to know each other better. Humans are a very sexual species, but far too many people have squashed and smothered their urges for the sake of propriety and religion." She paused then to be sure we were paying attention. I agreed with her so far.

"I seek to explore the sensuality of our nature, display it for the audience in the hope they can see the beauty in these most fundamental aspects of our nature. Now, if you are not a willing and open participant, the piece will never come to its full potential." (How willing am I supposed to be?) "It will be yet another baseless fragment of how humans have distorted and degraded the gloriousness of sex in its many forms. If you can't fully commit to this piece, perhaps it's best if you leave now."

Neither of us spoke for a moment. In another context, I would have thought her speech an inspiring one. I knew what she meant. I had been raised in a religious community. I saw firsthand what restrictions and unabashed homophobia, and the degradation of women's sexuality could do. But what was she asking from us?

Thankfully, Jeff found his voice enough to ask her that same question.

"I'm just asking that you be open to possibilities, let your bodies feel the currents between you two, and don't be afraid to explore those. This is a safe place. I am just an artist trying to capture the essence of attraction."

I still wasn't quite sure what she was asking of us, but I wanted to be a part of this. I felt the confirmation in the settling of my nerves. I wanted to be here and see this through. I reached for the glass of whiskey to give me fortitude. The sight of the condom packet she had deposited there almost shook my resolve. I am in charge of my decisions, I reminded myself. Picking up the glass, I took a deep swallow and tried to stifle my sputter. After the fire in my throat calmed, and I felt the warmth spreading to my limbs, I stood and dropped my robe.

"I'm ready."

Chapter 3

Madeline had us return to our previous pose. This time, I brushed my hair behind my shoulder and pulled down my bra strap to expose my taut nipple. Jeff looked at me. When he saw my playful smile, he leaned forward and gave it another lick. The whiskey, and the speech, had done their job.

"Good, good," Madeline said as she stepped back to her easel to survey us. "Very nice, you two. Much more natural. Now hold that position." I could hear some scratchings on her paper and wondered how long we would have to hold this. My arm began to shake again.

"You can lean back a moment and give your arm a rest. Bring your other leg up to straddle Jeff. Keep your weight on that back knee, though, and keep that front leg back a little more so we can see that beautiful cock of his."

I thought I saw a flicker of shyness in Jeff's eyes at the casual mention of his manhood. He stifled it quickly and offered me a playful smile that somehow conveyed the question, "Can you believe we're doing this?"

I smiled back.

Madeline continued, "Jeff, I'd like you to place your hand on Lani's hip. Yes, and let a couple of fingers slide under her panties. There you go. Now give a squeeze, just for fun. In fact, reach around a little more. There you go, now squeeze tighter. Lani, you can lean forward again."

This pose was beginning to become unbearable, with my taut nipple in Jeff's face and his enticing cock beneath my increasingly wet pussy. His hand gripped my ass, spreading the flesh and exposing my most intimate parts to the air. We stayed this way for a few moments while Madeline sketched. I could feel a throbbing in my vulva, my lips swelling to the point of aching. Without warning, Jeff leaned forward and licked at my nipple again, giving me a sheepish grin that I was quickly growing to love.

I glanced at his cock and saw that he was getting an erection. I had a sudden, instinctual, and very non-virginal desire to sit down on him, take in his cock and ride him. I wondered briefly if Madeline would stop me if I tried. Probably not.

"Okay, you two. Let's try something else." After not having spoken for so long, her voice startled me. It took Jeff and me a moment to respond, but we managed to shift ourselves away from each other and stood awkwardly. Madeline was already adjusting a few things and surveying the scene. This was silent torture, and I had the irrational fear that she would tell us we were done and to go home for the night.

"Okay, Lani, drop your panties." This startled me, and I felt the shyness coming back. She stepped forward and, before I could protest, gently tugged my panties down. She squatted to get them off from around my ankles as I picked my feet up in turn. "Aw, so I see you are enjoying yourself. That's good, Lani. That's very good."

I wasn't sure how to respond, so I said nothing and hoped the flames of embarrassment growing along my skin were not too noticeable.

"Lani, come over here and sit that cute little ass of yours on the back of this chaise. Yep, there you go. Now, Jeff, come to the end of the chaise and start crawling towards Lani, almost like your stalking her because you can't wait to get your mouth on that sweet pussy. Good, get a little closer. There. Now Lani, put your foot on his shoulder, like you're going to push him away, but tilt your pelvis towards him as an invitation. You're playing coy by holding him off, but it's only temporary."

The fire that burned in my body, a mixture of embarrassment and desire, was almost too much.

"Yes, Lani, feel that heat. Now lean back, not too far because there's a wall close behind you, and let your head drop back."

She reached forward and pulled both bra straps down, methodically releasing my breasts from their captivity. She leaned forward and licked both of them in turn, giving me a start. When she noticed my slight jump, she smiled and said, "I couldn't help myself. It's like a little buffet. Well," she looked pointedly at my size D breasts, "maybe not so little. Also," she continued as she stepped back to her easel, "I need them erect for this sketch."

I choked back my surprise, realizing it wasn't embarrassment or horror I had felt at Madeline's touch, but arousal.

Madeline surveyed the scene again, my foot on Jeff's shoulder, breasts pushed into the air, his face mere inches from my embarrassingly wet pussy. I prayed that Jeff wasn't put off, that perhaps he thought women's intimate parts beautiful and enjoyed the view. I pushed aside my urge to run. I was in it now.

"Perfection...ahh, just perfect! Hold it, you two. Don't move a muscle," Madeline commanded, "I know that's not an easy pose to hold, but I have to get the foundations of it on paper before you can move." She picked up her pencils and got to work.

We held that position for a few long, excruciating minutes. I tried to think of other things, my biology test on Monday, my dog Juniper back home, anything to keep me from falling into a puddle of desire with Jeff's face so close to my bush. An occasional breath reached out to tickle my soft hairs. It would be so simple for him to lean forward a few more inches and use that tongue of his. I'd probably wrap my legs around his head and not let go.

The piercing screech of a cell phone startled me from my thoughts. Jeff and I started to shift, but Madeline said, "Stop, don't move!" She fumbled around, looking for her phone, and when she answered, I could feel the urgency on the other end. "What? You can't be serious!" She started to walk out of the room but turned to us, "I'll be just a minute, you two, keep that position!" And with that, she was gone.

I'll give us credit. We lasted another minute or so, me trying to think of anything but the moment and Jeff's birds-eye view of my cunt. I was just about to break when I felt a slight shift in Jeff's body. And then his tongue, warm and moist, reached towards my pussy and flicked against my clit. My body ricocheted with the contact. Jeff pulled away, probably thinking he had done wrong, but I used my foot to draw him back in.

He flicked his tongue again a few times, not quite close enough. We were both trying to hold our position as Madeline had commanded but soon gave in to the temptation to touch. He practically lunged forward, lapping at my bud and periodically ducking lower to plunge his tongue into my opening. His hands came up to grip my hips. I held onto the edge of the chaise back and leaned my head against the wall behind me.

With his hands gripping my hips, Jeff rocked me back and forth in rhythm with his tongue. We both moaned in pleasure. My hand came to the back of his head, forcing him to calm his rhythm and suck my clit. Fire exploded then, and my legs shook with the force of my orgasm. Jeff moved his face down to suck up my juices, lapping and sucking as the jolts of my climax receded.

I stayed leaning against the wall, my eyes closed, as I caught my breath. I tilted my head forward and opened my eyes to see Jeff upright, kneeling before me.

"God, Lani, you are beautiful."

My eyes took in the muscled lines of his chest and followed the dark trail of hair down to his erection, the head glistening with his arousal. He was quite beautiful too.

"I want you, Lani. This is torture! I've never wanted anyone so badly."

I slid myself off the chaise and walked the few steps to the table by the couch. Jeff must have thought I was leaving because he turned and slumped against the backrest. "I'm sorry if I crossed a line, Lani. I didn't mean to. I thought—"

I gently shooshed him with a finger to my lips and took another drink of my whiskey, easier now to swallow for the melted ice. A questioning urgency tried to push through my thoughts, but I ignored it as I picked up the condom packet. This was my moment.

Jeff watched as I sauntered towards him, my inner thighs slick with my pleasure and his spit, my breasts displayed above the lace of my bra. I thought about taking it off, but something about the restrictive movement of my arms caught in the straps excited me. Jeff rose on his knees to meet me at the edge of the chaise.

His hands came up to grip my hips as his mouth went straight for my nipple. They had been begging for more attention, and I let my head fall back in ecstasy as he sucked. I couldn't raise my arms too high for the constraint of my straps, so I settled with gripping his arms as he kneaded and roamed the flesh of my ass.

His mouth moved to my other nipple, leaving the first wet and tingling in the warm air of the room. I must have moaned too loud, for it was Jeff's turn to shush me then as he pulled back. I looked down at him. Hands came up to remove my bra. I didn't stop him because I wanted to touch him now. He slid the bra off my arms, brought his hands to my face, and kissed me, softly at first with an increasing need and desire. He tasted of whiskey, my pussy, and Jeff.

I lost myself in the kiss, tasting and sucking, hands feeling along the contours of his shoulders and back, pressing my breasts into his body. His hands explored the lines of my back, came to clasp my ass again, and moved further. His hand followed the crevice to my pussy, his finger sinking in deep. My knees buckled. I broke off the kiss, clasping Jeff to my chest as he chuckled. One arm wrapped around my waist and held me up as he plunged his finger into my pussy from behind again and again.

(This can't be real.) This felt so insanely wonderful; I knew I was going to come again, very soon.

Jeff's voice purred along my desire, "You know, I have something better to do this with, something bigger."

I stepped back as he released me and watched him shift so he was sitting and no longer on his knees. He was deft with the condom, and I watched hungrily as he touched his hard cock. Once he made the final roll down, he looked up at me with an adorable grin, slapped his thighs once, and said,

"Come here, baby."

He didn't know I was a virgin. How could he? I certainly wasn't acting like one, and I no longer wanted to be one. Stepping forward, I placed my knees on either side of his thighs, both of us watching the other intently. I reached down to grasp his cock, relishing the hardness. His hands brushed mine, and we both held his cock as I lowered myself onto him. My pussy was wet and open. I slid right down to the base, moving my hand to grip Jeff's shoulder, and felt a slight pinch inside. My skin was stretched and tight, but the feeling was nothing like the pain described in some books. This was the benefit of enticing foreplay and a strong desire.

I wrapped my arms around Jeff's head, holding him tightly against my breasts, his arms coiled around my waist, savoring the ecstasy of his cock deep inside me. We sat a moment like this until he unraveled his arms and gripped my ass, urging me to move my hips. I released his head and raised myself slowly up the length of his cock and back down again.

(Oh my god.)

I rose again, slowly, tortuously, and came back down, a little harder this time. The slow movement up Jeff's cock singed my nerves with a sweet, slow burn, but when I dropped back down, his cock pierced something inside of me that screamed for more. I lost touch with my hands, with Jeff's hands. All my attention was on the slow rise up his cock, and the ecstatic thrill of coming down. I don't know how long I kept to this rhythm, delighting in every tingling sensation.

Poor Jeff must have been as tortured as I was because he eventually dug his fingers into the flesh of my hips and choked out, "I need you, faster, Lani...please."