The Reunion (13 page)

Maria winked. “If our dear friend
Adam hasn’t come around by then we may have to up the ante.”

Sarah hesitated. A smile crept
across her lips. “You don’t mean?”

Wiggling her finger and enjoying
Sarah’s gasps, Maria nodded. “Do you think you can handle two women at once?”

“Handle it? You’ve got to be
kidding. I’m almost hoping Adam doesn’t get his act together until after Thursday.
So will you talk with Rachel before then? How do you know she’d be willing to
help us out?”

“I’ll call her. I can guarantee she’ll
be willing. She was singing your praises when she left the other day. She
couldn’t understand why a photographer who photographs nude women shouldn’t
also be nude.” Maria smiled broadly. “She’ll be primed and ready by Thursday.”

“I can hardly wait.” Sarah kissed
Maria warmly. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m primed and ready right now. If you’d wiggle
just a little, I’ll come all over your finger.”

“I was hoping you might say that.” She
probed Sarah’s pussy slowly, twisting side to side and moving deeper. Sarah’s
teeth bit into her shoulder. Maria cuddled her shuddering lover close. Her hand
moistened with Sarah’s juices. “You are so unstoppable, woman. This has got to
all work out. Somehow.”

- o -

Thursday morning Sarah took extra
time preparing for a special day. She’d taken a longer shower than usual. Rather
than donning one of the ankle length dresses she usually wore when working
behind the camera, she’d put on a wrap-around skirt that fell only half way
down her thighs. It wasn’t exactly a mini-skirt, but it was close enough. She’d
also picked out a ruffled blouse and had only buttoned enough buttons to
prevent her boobs from popping out prematurely.

She ran a brush through her hair and
rechecked her appearance. Comely. Available. Sexy. Edgy. Willing. Nice curves. Fairly
tight body—particularly for a thirty-eight year old. She smiled. She looked
good enough to eat. The corner of her mouth curved up. At least she hoped she
did.

So why hadn’t Adam succumbed to her
wiles—to the combined craftiness of herself and Maria? Even Maria was baffled
by the man she’d known intimately for so long.

Time. Didn’t they say time took care
of everything? She didn’t want to waste any more years without Adam or without
Maria. She knew that now. Maria had to have a permanent role in her future. There
was no saying what that might mean. Maria might be an occasional lover. They
might travel back and forth from the coast to Chicago. Or meet in Denver or
Vegas. She didn’t allow herself to imagine beyond that.

Adam? Adam might simply remain the
sphinx that couldn’t be cracked. She hoped he was enjoying himself—not that
she
wasn’t. Still, it would be so much better if he were a willing participant.

But enough wasted thoughts on Adam. Sarah
wanted her complete attention focused on her next appointment. Rachel Bailey, part-time
exotic dancer, part-time porn star, and apparently a woman who was quite taken with
imagining her photographer stark naked, writhing beneath her. Sarah tried to
calm her nerves. How true that was going to be. Who would be first to
acknowledge what this appointment was really about?

Rachel Bailey breezed into Sarah’s
makeshift studio ten minutes late. Sarah started breathing again. She thought maybe
she’d been stood up. That hadn’t happened since high school days and seldom
then—since Adam Granger failed to show up for a work project. Not that he’d
regarded it as some sort of date. She had, but then she’d had a vivid
imagination as a teenager.

“Sorry I’m late,” Rachel apologized,
doffing her tank top. “The traffic on the interstate was rugged for this time
of day.”

Sarah smiled. She didn’t have to be
a connoisseur of women to appreciate those huge breasts. Maybe she’d get up the
nerve to ask if they were natural.

The buxom blonde slid off shorts and
panties to pirouette comfortably in the buff, obviously accustomed to being
naked in front of others.

Sarah blinked—she’d stared overly
long, even for a photographer.

“Like what you see?” Rachel palmed
her breasts and pinched her nipples.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Rachel,”
Sarah said, buying time. She didn’t want to appear too easy, and she did have a
job to do. “Of course, you know that. So tell me what you want to achieve in
this photo shoot.”

Rachel’s broad smile made it clear
she wasn’t thinking about photos.

“Let me ask that question again,”
Sarah said, picking up a camera. “What do you want the person who looks at your
pictures to see?”

“I know what you mean,” Rachel said,
her eyes twinkling. She sat on the stool and became all business. “We have to
have some come-hither shots, but I’m most interested in something more subtle. Some
of the pics you took the other day were close to what I’m thinking about. Mystery.
Even an air of innocence, if that’s possible at this age. I don’t mean that
teenage innocence crap. No one in the industry has that anymore. That’s so fake!”

The woman’s vehemence surprised
Sarah.

“Maybe that’s it.” Rachael’s face
lit up. “I want to be seen as real—as a real person. With certain gifts, of
course,” she added, hefting her boobs as if Sarah might have forgotten them. “But
capable of laughing, crying and loving. I’m one of those women in film who
doesn’t fake orgasms. Fortunately, I come easily, but I truly believe the
viewer shouldn’t be conned.”

“That’s good,” Sarah murmured,
looking through the view finder, “I suppose.”

“Yes, well it wasn’t always that
way. I had to work my way up in status to be able to call some of my own shots—taking
time to show my partner what I needed to orgasm. I hated faking it.” Rachel
gave her a crooked smile. “Maybe that’s my sense of integrity. That must shock
you. A porn star with integrity.”

“Not at all,” Sarah protested,
poking her head around the camera. “I’m beginning to understand from you and
others that you have your rules and expectations. They may not be the same as
the average person on the street, but they are just as important to you.” She
ducked behind her camera for safety as much as anything else. “But let’s take a
few shots and see how we do. Why don’t you put on that silk robe lying over on the
chair and play with it? Use it to seduce your lover. Be genuine about it.”

Sarah clicked pictures as Rachel
lifted her long blond hair off her shoulders and the robe parted. She played at
seduction, covering one breast with silk and then the other. She lifted a foot
to the stool and let the robe slide across her thigh. She twisted from side to
side. She bent over and flipped the gown over her back. She waggled her butt.

Trying to breathe evenly, Sarah snapped
one shot after another. There were full shots and zoom shots of Rachel’s ass,
her breasts, a pouting nipple, and her trimmed, blond pussy with moisture already
quite evident. There was no question Rachel was aroused. She wasn’t faking her
desire. Sarah didn’t have to glance down to know her own nipples stood tall,
filled with want.

“Sarah, does this look genuine
enough for you?” Rachel parted her pussy lips.

The glistening pink opening drew
Sarah like a flesh-covered magnet. She took a step forward and stopped.”Yes,
very genuine.”

“The true test is whether these
photos will turn anyone on.” Rachel smirked and stepped close enough to reach
out and graze one of Sarah’s nipples. Sarah didn’t flinch. “Did I do this?”
Rachel teased, “Your tight nipples suggest these pics might be working after
all.”

“I’d be surprised if they didn’t,”
Sarah said, hoarsely.

“Are you as wet as I am?”

Sarah gave a half smile and widened
her stance, letting Rachel answer her own question. “Check for yourself.”

Rachel’s eyes rounded as she dipped
a hand under Sarah’s skirt. “Christ, you’re wetter than me.”

Sarah grinned as Rachel lowered her
head to smother Sarah’s mouth. Sarah parted her lips and stepped into the
embrace without dropping her camera. Their tongues clashed briefly. Sarah
pulled away from Rachel’s insistent fingers fondling her pussy folds.

“I knew it. You are a hot little
thing,” Rachel said, holding Sarah by the hand. “So are we done taking
pictures?”

“I think so.” Sarah nodded. “I doubt
I could push the shutter button down at the moment. Maria’s waiting for us. She’s
going to be pissed if we get too far ahead of her. Why don’t we hurry and join
her?”

“Super.” Rachel slipped into the
gown. “I have a different button I’ll bet you’ll be able to do just fine with.”

- o -

Adam scowled at the office clock. Rachel
Bailey, the blond bombshell he’d once hired for some damn movie called “Destiny
Rides Forever,” had shown up nearly two hours ago. What was taking them so
long? Women had been streaming in and out of the house each morning for a
couple weeks or more. Some stayed for a half hour; some for an hour.

The photos of the women Sarah had
shown him were damn good. He’d never realized how talented she was with a
camera. Clearly it was an endeavor of passion for her.

Passion. He swore at the clock. Slamming
down the pen, Adam dashed out of his office at a near jog and took the stairs
two at a time.

Flinging open the anteroom door off
his master bedroom, he chilled at the sight of the three naked women frolicking
on his bed. Sarah was at the bottom of the pile with her mouth covering Rachel’s
muff. Rachel was reciprocating, driving her tongue rapidly in and out of Sarah.
Maria knelt behind Rachel with her strap-on in hand.

Maria mouthed something and the
blonde rose to her knees. Maria placed the head of the false cock at the blonde’s
pussy and eased forward. The woman arched her back and pushed backward,
impaling herself on the cock. He could make out Sarah’s fingers teasing Rachel’s
clitoris.

Not able to stop himself, Adam
whipped out his cock and kept time with Maria fucking the blonde. He swore both
women came at the same time. Both collapsed on either side of Sarah, leaving
her fully exposed to his view. She reached for the slippery cock and said
something to Maria.

Nodding, Maria rolled onto her back.
Sarah rose to her knees, straddled Maria and positioned herself over the false
cock. While she faced away from him, Adam clearly saw his fantasy girl slowly
take the false cock in her ass. “Jesus H. Christ.” His hand skimmed the length
of his cock.

Initially, Sarah was cautious. Then
she began to ride with increasing abandon. Her arms flailed above her head. With
each rise and fall, the cock emerged and disappeared in her ass. His hand kept
pace with the movement of her rear. It was
his
cock that should be in
her, not some fake piece of hardened plastic.

Not to be left out, Rachel knelt
beside the women and began kneading Sarah’s pussy. Maria pulled on Sarah’s
nipples. There was no doubt when Sarah passed from one reality to the next. He
thought he could even make out her screams. She gyrated like a puppet with no
strings.

“Sarah,” he whispered, exploding
with her. One moment she was climbing higher and higher vertically and the next
she fell forward, squashing Maria’s breasts, trying to catch her breath.

Then she was laughing again. What
was it with the woman? When had sex become so funny? She was like a giddy high
school girl on a first date.

But Sarah wasn’t a high school girl,
and this wasn’t a first date.

Adam cleaned himself up. He should
bust into his bedroom and kick the blonde out. He heaved his shoulders. Neither
Maria nor Sarah would forgive him if he did. Surprisingly, that mattered.

He opened the door to the hallway. He’d
deal with his women later—but he would deal with them. They’d gone too far this
time. They’d toyed with him and taunted him for too long. He’d allowed them to
get away with their antics. But no more. This was his house—his home, damn it. And
they were his women.

Adam stood behind the office window curtain
and watched Rachel Bailey climb into a powder blue sports car. The woman wore a
smile that would charm a priest. He could personally attest to her erotic skill.
Maria had chosen well. It was no accident she’d selected a girl they’d shared
several times in the past. Now Sarah had shared her too, but without him.

Adam waited until he heard the
clatter of plates and silverware as the women prepared for a late lunch. They’d
missed regular lunch by over an hour and a half. Rachel must not have any
tricks left in her bag.

By the time he reached the kitchen Adam
was in danger of exploding, yet he tried to calm himself. He studied the women.
Glowing. Tired. Sexy as hell. They each turned and gave him a good-boy smile
when they heard him enter.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge
and opened it with his fingers. He brought the bottle to his lips and swallowed
deeply. Maria and Sarah sat to eat their chicken salad sandwiches. Did they
think they could simply ignore him? Did they expect him to evaporate?