The Reunion (9 page)

“Okay. I thought these were some
tease shots.” Sarah checked to see how much film she had left. “Why don’t you do
what you think are tease shots and I’ll keep up with you.”

“Good idea.” Maria turned, faced the
wall, and bent over to touch the floor. Sarah clicked the camera. Maria reached
back, clasped each butt cheek, and spread them. Sarah bit her tongue at the
sight of two orifices opening for her and clicked the camera. Thank goodness it
was on a tripod.

She watched Maria’s fingers slide
slowly from beneath her body to palm her pussy. She held her breath and clicked
the shutter button. “I’m almost out of film,” she squeaked.

Maria turned. “Just a couple more.” She
sat back down on the stool and spread her legs into a splits. Sarah snapped the
camera. Maria played with her pussy just enough for her clit to peek out from
its covering. Sarah ignored her increasing pulse rate and clicked the camera.

“I’m out of film,” she said, setting
the camera on the floor. She picked the velvet bikini off the floor and handed
it to Maria. “Maybe you’d better put this on.”

Maria stood and tied the bikini
bottom in place. “Got you horny, did I?” Maria gave her a full smile. “That’s
what tease shots are supposed to do, you know. Hope you have some good pics.”

Sarah reached out and traced a dark
nipple with her index finger. “There will be. You were quite effective. You’re
a fabulous model.”

“Ah,” Maria moaned.

Sarah dipped her head and sucked the
nipple into her mouth. She bit it gently and backed away. She giggled at the
surprise in Maria’s eyes. “That’s for teasing me.” She palmed Maria’s pussy
through the velvet. “And for forgetting that I’m the seducer.”

She turned on wobbly legs to
retrieve her equipment. How much longer could she put off discovering whether Maria
tasted of cinnamon?

For her part, Maria didn’t bother
putting on the bikini top. “You’re something else, Pepper. Are you ready for
another swim?”

Sarah turned around. “Sure. Maybe
that’ll help.”

Maria smiled coquettishly. “You’re
fighting a losing battle, girl. The only way you’ll calm down is to allow
yourself to let go.”

Maria’s dark eyes locked on hers,
questioning. Sarah’s breath caught in her windpipe. Wasn’t she supposed to be
the seducer? She blinked. What difference did that make at this point?

Perhaps reading her thought, Maria
nodded and lifted Sarah’s tank top enough to bare her breasts. She ducked her
head. Sarah gasped as the heat of Maria’s mouth covered her nipple. She closed
her eyelids and rose on her toes, wanting more. Her fingers sifted through
Maria’s long curly tresses. A tongue slid around her nipple. A sense of being
savored swept through her body.

The cool draft assaulting her wet
nipple brought Sarah back to her senses. Maria brushed a dark nipple against her
rosy one. “There,” Maria said, backing away. “You’re the seducer. I just
matched your play, but I could’ve taken you right here on the floor, on the
couch, or standing like this. Isn’t that so?”

“Yes,” Sarah sighed. Finding her
voice, she added, “Why didn’t you? I wanted you to.”

“I know. But you might do too much
second guessing afterwards. You’ll taste me only when there’s nothing else in
the entire world that can tempt you not to.” Maria darted her tongue out to tap
Sarah’s nose and lowered a hand to Sarah’s crotch. “As I thought, you’re
sopping. It won’t be much longer now, don’t you think?

Sarah tasted blood as she chewed on
her lower lip. She shook her head at Maria who waved her bikini top as she
exited the room. Sarah didn’t follow. Going for a swim with Maria at the moment
would lead to only one thing. But she still was not ready, even though the
dampness between her legs argued strongly against that conclusion. She shook
her head and headed for the master bedroom. An ice cold shower might help.

Chapter Five

Smiling with satisfaction, Sarah
hung the last photo of Maria to dry on the line stretched across the dark room.
She might burst if she stared at her handiwork longer. The pics had turned out
quite fine. Super, actually. After all those years, she hadn’t lost her touch. Some
were better than others, but that was to be expected.

Somehow she’d caught the wide range
of emotion Maria could so easily project. The woman should’ve been an actress. Sarah
pursed her lips and studied one of the pictures of Maria stretched out on the
floor, turned toward the camera. Fingers spread across her abdomen pointed
suggestively to an aroused clit. The photograph was in soft focus. Some
observers might not even notice the protruding flesh caught up in the shadows,
but to any who did notice, that picture would be a complete turn on.

A soft rap on the door interrupted
Sarah’s perusal. She lifted hair from her shoulders and sighed, trying to set
aside the pleasant erotic mental journey that photo had prompted. “Come in.”

Maria poked her head around the
partially open door. “Is it okay to come in?”

“Sure.” Smiling at Maria’s feigned
nonchalance, Sarah waved her newest model into the room. “You must be dying of
curiosity. Come on in. I want you to see these. What do you think?”

Maria stood by Sarah and ran her gaze
across the string of photos. Hugging herself, she exclaimed, “My! You are an
artist with a camera, girl.” Maria shook her head. “I know I’m good at
seductive posing, but I’m not that good.”

“You’re better,” Sarah proclaimed.

“No way. You accentuate the
innocence and refine the bawdy. Even those tease photos are filled with mystery
and allure. You’ve made them so tasteful.” She turned to face Sarah directly,
grinning broadly. “The girls are going to love you.”

“What?” Sarah scowled at Maria. “What
girls?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” Maria asked, pretending
surprise.

Sarah began shaking her head. “What
are you getting me into now? I’ve only known you for a short time and you are
already my personal quicksand.”

“Complain. Complain.” Maria hugged
Sarah around the waist. “I’m a city girl. Brooklyn. LA. San Francisco. But
doesn’t quicksand have tremendous sucking power?” Maria asked, mimicking a
sucking motion with her lips.

Sarah couldn’t help but laugh at the
quizzical look on Maria’s face. “Yes, it does. You’ve made your point. We’ll
get around to that. I’m positive. Now tell me about these girls.”

Maria’s smile was as bright as
sunshine. “So you’ve finally decided to discover for yourself whether or not I
taste like cinnamon.”

Sarah nodded, not trusting herself
to utter a sound.

“And I bet you’re creamy, like your
ivory skin.” Maria pouted. “So, how can you be so cool about it?”

“What girls?” Sarah insisted. She
wasn’t about to be sidetracked into comparing tastes. Maria had more on her
mind than sex. Sex no longer was a hurdle, but she’d already learned how
determined and devious Maria could be when she wanted something.

“Oh.” Maria’s expression was
suddenly nonchalant. “One of the many things I do is connect girls up with the
exotic dance world and erotic film industry.”

“Porn?” Sarah failed to censor her shock
or tone.

Maria’s face contorted and she took
a quick step back. “Don’t look down your nose at those women. They’re hard
working, many are God fearing, and some are damn good actresses.”

“But—exotic dancing, I sort of understand,”
Sarah stammered. “But...”

Maria’s eyes snapped a warning. “You
traveled across the country of your own free will to get your brains fucked out
and now you’re questioning the morality of women who are willing to fuck—to legally
fuck for pay.”

“I wasn’t aware it paid that much,”
Sarah said weakly. “I’m not trying to cast dispersions.”

“You could’ve fooled me. It doesn’t
pay, with the exception of the occasional meteoric young star, for beginners—like
most any other industry. Top pay goes to those with seniority and the best
skills.”

“How do you know so much about all
of that?” Sarah wanted to retract the words as soon as they’d escaped her lips.

Maria folded her arms and glared. “Because
I’ve been there. I was only active in the industry for two years. I discovered
having sex for my job screwed up my personal sex life. Many women can adjust to
that. I couldn’t, so I got out. As I said, I still help girls make the right
connections and try to do my best to see that they only work with producers and
actors who believe in health testing and practice what they believe.”

Sarah frowned trying rapidly to
process this new information about the woman she wanted to taste. She didn’t
know what to say. How many women had Maria been with? Did it matter? Maria was
right. She’d traveled half way across the country for one purpose only—to get
fucked. How had her world become suddenly so complex, suddenly so simple? She
bit her tongue, wishing for an easier way out.

“So,” Maria sneered. “Maybe Adam is
right. Maybe you are a Ms.
Goody-Two-
Shoes.”

Sarah stiffened. That was one way to
get her off square one. Was she going to let that old good-girl image get in
the way? “No, don’t say that, Maria.” She reached out and grazed Maria’s cheek
with the back of her hand. Thankfully, Maria didn’t flinch from her touch. “Your
working with the porn industry shocks me, I admit that, but it doesn’t diminish
how I see you—not at all. If anything, it makes me feel like a naïve idiot. I
probably haven’t spent five minutes in my lifetime thinking about porn stars. But
I’m sure you’re right. One industry is basically like any other, in some
respects. The rewards go to people with longevity and skill, or to people who
know people.”

Maria scowled and then her mouth turned
up in a small smile. “That last part is too true.”

Sarah drew in a deep breath. “So
tell me about these girls.”

“They’re women, typically eighteen to
forty, who are trying to keep their portfolios updated for booking agents,
directors and producers. You can’t simply send around the same photos year
after year. Some are dancers. Some strippers. Some erotic actresses. None are
hookers.”

“And you want me to shoot them.”

Maria nodded. “You’re an exceptional
photographer, Sarah. You could make a difference in some of these women’s
lives. It’s not that they don’t have the skill it takes, they just don’t fathom
how to best package and market themselves.”

“That’s my forte—at least for other
people. I’ve never been great at marketing myself.”

“Then you’ll do it?”

“They’ll come here?” Sarah said,
quickly beginning to take to the idea. “I don’t have to go somewhere else?”

“They’ll come here.” Maria grinned. “We’ll
use the dance studio like we did this afternoon. Will you at least try?”

“You beg well, Maria.” She shrugged.
“Yes, I’ll try. I can’t believe how exciting it was taking these pics of you. Some
of them really are super. But I did have a super model,” she whispered softly,
again dragging her fingers across Maria’s cheek.

Maria licked her lips provocatively.

Was it pent up sexual energy, or the
recognition that during the last several minutes their conversation had drawn
them across a chasm? Sarah had no fear of falling. She wrapped her arms around
Maria’s neck and drew her close. Their mouths joined as if it were the most
natural thing to do. Their tongues played leisurely. Sarah tingled with
anticipation. Without breaking their kiss, she cradled Maria’s butt and ground their
crotches together. Maria reciprocated slowly and then more fervently.

Abruptly, Sarah stepped away from
Maria. She knew she must look like a wild-eyed tease, but she didn’t want their
first shared orgasm to occur while fully clothed. There was, after all, that
important matter of tasting. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I don’t want it this
way.” She saw Maria’s look of dismay and felt a catch in her throat. “Soon,”
she whispered, slanting a finger across Maria’s lips.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Maria
shot her a wary look. “Adam called. He won’t be home till very late tonight. We’re
supposed to go ahead and eat without him. It’s something about the kid he saw
at court, the one he mentors. Trying to get him set up in an apartment of his
own—or something like that.”

“Too bad,” Sarah said, studying the pictures
of Maria hanging on the line. “How convenient. It’ll just be us tonight.” She
heard Maria’s catch of breath. She was amazed she could detect that over the
pounding of her own heart. She paused a moment to listen to her soul. She found
no internal debate.

Sarah angled her face toward Maria
and smiled. She pressed her smile against Maria’s lips. She chewed on Maria’s
lower lip, then kissed the corners of her mouth and slipped her tongue into Maria’s
open mouth.

“Ah,” Maria moaned.

Sarah stepped back and met Maria’s
gaze, suddenly aware the wild passion in Maria’s eyes reflected her own. She
interlaced her fingers with Maria’s. “Let’s do it. Let’s pour some wine and put
together a platter of cheeses and crackers and then retire to the master
bedroom.”

“You’re on. You select the wine and
I’ll join you shortly.” Maria slanted her warm lips across Sarah’s and backed
quickly away. “You won’t regret this.”

Sarah didn’t know if that was a
question or a statement. “I know I won’t. I hope you won’t.”

Maria laughed. “No way. I’m getting
the feeling you and I have been preparing for this moment all our lives.”

With a trace of sadness, Sarah watched
Maria nearly skip out of the darkroom. Why the sadness? They should’ve made
love right there on the couch or on the rug. Now she might have too much time
to think. What had Maria meant about preparing for this moment all their lives?
Sighing, Sarah tidied up the room with trembling fingers. She couldn’t shake or
explain the feeling Maria was right. Now that she’d made her decision, she knew
making love with Maria was not only right—it was inevitable.

Sarah whirled around the small room feeling
as free as she’d felt after she’d gotten accustomed to going commando. Steeling
herself not to look beyond tonight, not to look beyond Maria, she closed the
darkroom door and headed for the kitchen.

She smiled to herself. She had
little doubt where Maria had disappeared to. She was probably summoning their
audience of one. Air escaped from Sarah’s compressed lips. If she knew how to
contact Adam, she would’ve invited him herself. But she didn’t know where he
was, and she trusted Maria to issue the invitation on their behalf.

Sarah set the serving platters down
in the master bedroom and turned to meet Maria’s gaze. The next move was up to
her. She took the lead, embracing her hostess and sliding her lips across her
soon-to-be lover’s mouth, dropping several butterfly kisses. Maria stroked her
neck and back. Reluctantly, Sarah moved out of their embrace. “Hope that will
tide you over for a few minutes. I’m not changing my mind. No way,” she insisted,
catching her breath. “but I have to check something first. I think I forgot to
turn off a machine in the darkroom.”

“That’s okay,” Maria replied. “I
want to freshen up a bit anyway.”

“Good. I’ll be right back. Don’t
start without me.”

Maria lifted her breasts and wiggled.
“I wouldn’t think of it. Just don’t take too long.”

After stopping in another bathroom
down the hall to make final preparations, Sarah rejoined Maria in the master
bedroom and grinned broadly at her. Maria sat fully clothed absent only her
shoes on an overstuffed chair across from the bed. She set the wineglass she
held on an end table and interlaced her fingers, waiting for Sarah to take the
lead.

 “Don’t be so pensive. I’m here now,”
Sarah cooed, pulling Maria to her feet. “Thanks for waiting for me.”

“I may have waited for you my entire
life.” Sarah watched Maria’s tongue dart out to trace her lower lip. “A few
extra minutes were nothing.”

Knowing it was up to her to take the
lead, Sarah pressed her lips against Maria’s. It was a tender kiss, a kiss
filled with longing and promise. Sarah took a step back and unfastened the top
button of Maria’s sundress with surprisingly steady fingers.

Maria smiled her encouragement.

“Do you think he’s watching?” Sarah
whispered as she worked on a second button.

“What?” Maria blinked, her brow
furrowed.

“Adam. Do you think he’s watching
us?”

Maria chuckled softly. “You’re not
only an artistic woman, you’re clever. Probably. I did let him know you were
about to succeed in seducing me.” Sarah giggled. “I wanted him to at least have
the opportunity to share this first time with us, even from a distance.” Maria
swept Sarah’s hair off her shoulder. “I hope that’s okay with you?”

Sarah had three more buttons undone and
freed a dark breast before she answered. “I’m thrilled. I hope he’s there. I do
hope he sees it is I who am seducing you.” She lowered her mouth to cover the
pebbling nipple.