CHAPTER FOUR
CEDRIC
In between her buzzing up to our apartment from the ground floor and coming in our door, I'd guess she had time to walk up the stairs instead of taking the elevator and to visit our neighbors. It seemed to take forever, and in the future, I'm going to time it.
While she was missing in action, I sensed Simon's anxiety increasing. Or perhaps I projected my own unease on to him. His fretting was partly due to his nature, the way he wants everything to be perfect. Whenever he has a few free minutes, he'll worry about all the things that aren't perfect or are out of his control.
For Simon, the prospect of photographing a nude woman in his home must be intimidating when he's so inexperienced with women.
Not that I've had bags of experience either. I've more than Simon and not as much as Decker. No man outside the porn industry could've had as many women as Decker. Unlike Simon, I'm not a virgin, but most of my practical experience has been through sharing women with my brother. Of us three triplets, Decker is the chick-magnet. Luckily he's generous with his women, and it seems that a lot of women are into the fantasy of sex with two brothers at once.
I can't imagine what it is like to be Simon and see a beautiful woman up close but never have touched one, intimately. It wasn't the sort of thing he told people, but we brothers were close. We knew.
What he said about wanting to feel a connection with someone special, I could understand that, and I wanted it too.
Waiting made me feel nervous too. Something about Karen unnerved me: her beauty, her confidence, I'm not exactly sure what. She affected me as no other woman had.
At the end of yesterday's photography session, she hastily dressed and left just like anyone does at the end of a shift at work. As if she wasn't naked in front of us, of course, we're gentlemen, we averted our eyes.
I wanted to ask her to stay for a drink, grab some food, anything to extend our time together and get to know each other better. We'd talked while we worked, but I didn't know whether she had a boyfriend to meet up with later, or maybe even a girlfriend. We knew too little about her. I wanted to get to know her much better. I just wasn't sure how to handle the etiquette without coming across as a sleazeball and overstepping our boundaries.
Decker would have asked her out on a date, I'm sure of it. And it wouldn't have seemed weird, inappropriate, or creepy however he'd done it. Give him a couple of days, and he would've charmed his way into her bed and without any negative repercussions. They would have stayed friends, and it would all be okay.
I don't know how he does it because I only see boundaries that shouldn't be crossed.
When she arrived for the second photography session, after nodding and whispering a hushed hello, Karen undressed hastily, dropping her clothes on the floor just as she had the day before.
Having shut the door, Simon stood dazed just as he had the day before.
I grabbed the white shawl again.
She looked at it and then up at my face. "Will we needed that again today? I thought you guys wanted nude and erotic pictures."
"We do. When you're ready." I extended my hand, offering the shawl.
She ignored the gesture, and I watched the cute rear view as she strutted into the middle of our home studio.
No chair waited for her today, so she stopped atop the white paper that lined the floor. "Well, I'm nude and ready for the erotic photography whenever you are."
She turned slowly to face us, and I wish I were holding my camera already to capture that curvaceous silhouette as she swiveled.
Simon walked past me and picked his camera off the tripod. "We're ready and happy to go at your speed, Karen. You took to modeling perfectly naturally yesterday, and we'd just like more of that."
She smiled at him. "I've been thinking a lot about the images you showed me," her voice was barely a whisper. "I'm ready for pictures like those."
I draped the shawl over my shoulder, gathered my camera from the kitchen table, and moved closer. "Do you have any idea of how you'd like to start?"
"We can begin with you getting comfortable," Simon echoed.
She sat down on the paper and spread her legs wide apart. "Something like this?" She then bent her knees so her feet were flat on the floor and ankles pushed up to her buttocks. Then she rocked back, reclining a little.
I grasped my camera a little tighter and began to click. Simon and I both had a perfectly clear view of her pussy.
SIMON
While one of her hands supported her weight, Karen put the other on her chin straightening just the index finger over her lips. No, not over, it just rested on the bottom lip.
Yet again the juxtaposition between her mature sexuality and innocence were all framed within a single shot.
The momentary fear of an inappropriate boner disappeared as the artist in me took over with an overriding interest in the images we were creating.
Her tongue poked out and slowly licked her top lip and then the bottom.
Even with her breasts and pussy on display, her mouth held my attention. As an artist, I was aware that this was because her fingers were pointing there, coupled with the action of the tongue. These were common devices to draw the gaze to a certain point within a work of art.
When her tongue made it across her bottom lip, she extended it further to lick her fingertip, suggestively, before pushing one and then two figures into her mouth.
The threat of an erection was real again, but I didn't let it worry me. Karen knew exactly what she was doing and the possible effect of her behavior.
Two glistening fingers reemerged. "What about like this?" She placed the same hand over her mound, and the wet digits slipped either side of her protruding bud.
I couldn't reply. I could barely breathe.
"That's good." Cedric lowered his camera and went to adjust the lighting.
Her fingers dipped in and slipped along the length of her folds, peeling them back, opening her private area for scrutiny. My cock twitched as I gazed upon her engorged and wet dusky pink private parts.
Only an expensive piece of top quality kit such as our cameras would be capable of recording the level of detail as we attempted to capture it all on camera. The look on her face and the flush across her full figure. Her sense of playfulness. Not close up anatomical shots. Not porn shots. And nothing fake.
She extended an invitation to see natural beauty. A woman who looked sweet, sexy, innocent and dirty all at the same time. Karen had it in truckloads.
I hoped my equipment would do it justice.
"We talked yesterday. Do you want me to talk today?"
"Only if you want to," Cedric replied. He stopped photographing her in order to adjust the white reflector. "Talk if start to feel nervous or shy or bored."
Bored? It didn't require expertise in the subject of women to see she wasn't bored right then. Turned on? Definitely. She was turned on. Cedric and I could clearly see her wet and swollen lips and clit.
Damn it, Cedric.
To him, she might just be another model, but I found her fascinating, and I wanted to hear her talk.
We hadn't discussed anything about yesterday's session. Immediately after, we split up and went to our rooms. I studied the photographs I'd taken and thought about her. I'd never met a woman like her before. She held my attention, and I wanted to get to know her better.
"You told us about your family yesterday. Why don't you tell us more about you?" I shot Cedric a defiant look, and he stared back at me.
Okay, we were getting terrific shots and if she started talking, it might change things. But what will be will be, and there would be future sessions.
Being a lover of all things artistic, Dad had given us an open checkbook to cover our college years. We weren't on a tight budget. We could afford to pay her to come and model for us every day of the year until we completed our course.
"I've never done anything like this before." She chewed on her bottom lip and staring into the far distance. The consequence of getting her to think and talk made an immediate impact on the scene. The result pleased me.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Cedric focused on his work but also kept her talking. He added, "Or a girlfriend?"
She giggled. "No, no boyfriend. I've been single for a while."
The hopeful high this new information offered me was soon brought crashing down.
"No, not exactly. I've been single for a while. There's a guy who's asked me for a date, but I don't expect it to turn into anything serious."
I can't explain how I felt both delighted to discover she was single and panicked by the thought of her going on a date. Both all at once. I felt like I had a chance with her and it was slipping away.
Whoever she dated would surely do all he could to become her permanent boyfriend.
I couldn't explain the feeling inside me. I'd never felt like that before. Such a strong almost instant attraction to someone.
KAREN
I'd taken the risk and acted out a secret sexual fantasy. Showing my all and practically masturbating in front of two attractive guys who were almost strangers to me. I never intended for things to go that far, but I was turned on, and it just happened.
Holding the approving attention of two men with bulging crotches, of course, I was aroused. And as that feeling grew, I wanted to be rude and crude and debauched in front of them.
And to make it even more outrageous, they capture my every move on camera. My suggestive poses and open crotch shots. They knew it turned me on. My hard clit throbbed, and they must've seen it.
Landing myself the modeling job came as a big surprise to me. I didn't see myself as beautiful enough. I'd usually keep myself covered up and avoid attention.
Financial desperation had driven me to apply; I hadn't considered how much it would boost my self-esteem too.
When they gave me the job, I decided acting like a woman who had the confidence to do erotic modeling was the only way I could go through with it. In other words, imagine I was somebody else. Not me.
It wasn't me in the home-studio with my legs apart in front of those men.
It wasn't me running my index finger along my slick seam and pushing the damp skin apart so they could get a clearer view.
I had thought a lot about the photographs they proposed. The images they showed me were erotic but artistic as well.
The thought of these particular two young men taking pictures like that, well, it turned me on.
They were young, scruffy and tattooed. They looked a bit rough, but that's obviously what student artists look like. There's nothing rough about them. They speak nicely, they're perfect gentlemen toward me, and they live in the Bretton building.
The two photographers seemed pleased with me.
More than pleased judging by the bulges in their pants. Nevertheless, they were very professional in their conduct and focused on their work.
Again, they draped me in the white material and repositioned me for better images, but this time the poses were far more explicit.
The fabric wrapped around my thighs and fell away leaving my womanly parts no longer private. Or they'd have it wrapped around my stomach, allowing my boobs to hang over the edge.
"The light and shadow are giving a three-dimensional feel to this." Cedric seemed to be talking to himself as he went to reposition the lighting again.
They'd warned me modeling sessions were boring, but I found it fun. Erotic. After all my nerves and fear, just how much I enjoyed it surprised me.
I should have felt guilty about behaving in such a way. Perhaps I should not have so eagerly volunteered to strip off and part my legs for the brothers, especially as another guy turned me on before I'd even arrived in the triplets' luxury apartment. A guy who I barely knew but I met in the street and we chatted and flirted.
Their absent triplet brother had asked me out on a date.