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“No,” he answered, “not that you have anything to be embarrassed about. I mean, Vanessa will probably see them, but it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.”

  I stiffened as he mentioned her name. I thought she was amazing, but it felt to me like their non-professional relationship might have more to do with Warren rejecting her than he would admit. Suddenly, his arm draped over my bare shoulders felt like slime, as I pictured his cock in her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as he licked her pussy, and him ramming into her from behind while she took every inch he had. I shuddered.

  “Come on,” I guessed he took it to mean I was still cold, “let’s get you inside and warmed up.”

  I saw no reason to argue, so I let him help me up before he turned his back so I could get dressed. It seemed redundant, but it was, at least, gentlemanly. When I was ready, he escorted me back down the hill. It seemed neither of us felt like talking much and I was starting to feel resentment building in my chest. I throw myself at him just to be humiliated? The least he could do is keep trying to make me feel better. I wish it was yesterday. Why Warren? Why couldn’t you just fuck me?

  The Range Rover that was normally parked beside the Jag had disappeared, meaning Vanessa was out. I was happy about that. I couldn’t bring myself to hate Vanessa. She was just too nice and too friendly. And how could she know that her sleeping with her boss was going to make me feel bad? But that didn’t mean I needed to see her right now. I had the feeling she’d be able to tell, with the merest glance, almost exactly what Warren and I’d been doing.

  He told me he had some business to take care of for most of the rest of the day. I knew Warren was just trying to put some distance between us, but I didn’t want to point that out. I just hoped he wasn’t going to spend the rest of the next two weeks avoiding me. It would be just my luck if my suddenly awoken libido forced my work to suffer, and I only just managed a passing grade.

  Fuck! Fuck! Why did I have to throw myself at him? I headed up to my room to just take a break. I wanted to lie down and try to quieten the voices that were shouting inside my head. All I could see, though, was the opportunities and doors I’d envisioned opening, banging shut, and my fast-track career disappearing. I must have been the only girl in history to make things worse by sleeping with her mentor.

  It wasn’t just that, however. I thought I’d just been suffering at the mercy of my hormones, desperate to finally get laid by my old crush. But I was beginning to realize it went beyond that. Sure, I was positive I was in love with Warren back when I was twelve, fourteen and sixteen but, the more I thought about it, it felt like I still had those feelings inside me.

  Was I so upset about his rejection, not to mention being jealous of the wonderful Vanessa, because I was actually in love with Warren, for real? I idolized him. I loved his work. I found him incredibly attractive. I really didn’t want to leave him to go back to college or even home. Add that all together, did it sound like love? I don’t know.

  Warren sent me a message on my cell phone, telling me to go over the photos I took of him in the sea, and the pictures of me on the bench, and ‘evaluate’ them. He said he wanted a five-thousand-word essay critiquing them by tomorrow. I guess that’s one way to keep me out of his way, I said to myself.

  So, I spent the rest of the day trying to work. It was so tough.

  It was warm in my room again, with a nice fire going in the hearth. Angus, Warren’s kindly old groundskeeper, had come and set it for me, apologizing endlessly for the disturbance, sometime after lunch. I hadn’t gone down, not feeling like I could eat around Warren at that moment, and was still pretty stuffed from the Cullen Skink we’d had in the morning. However, once the temperature had risen, it was much too uncomfortable to lie on my bed in jeans and a sweater, even if I was supposed to be working. So I’d stripped down to my panties and undershirt, figuring I wouldn’t be disturbed again until dinner.

  I tried to be objective, to not let myself get aroused over the shots of him emerging naked from the surf. He just looked so good. The expression on his chiseled features was total arrogance, like he was naked and the rest of the world should just sit back and enjoy that fact. His wet hair was tousled and dripping those sparkling, rainbow-gem drops of water down onto his shining, muscled torso that triangled down to his slender hips. Then, just below there, the short, dark thick curls of hair that guarded the base of his pretty cock grew, with his shaft, even flaccid, extending impressively out of his body to sit between his firm, strong thighs.

  I couldn’t examine the picture properly without my eyes being distracted. I could feel myself getting wet again. Jesus, just from looking at a naked picture of him? I was lying face down on my bed, propped up on my elbows, looking at the pictures I’d selected to write about that were laid out on the comforter. It was impossible to stop my bare thighs from rubbing together, trying desperately to pass some of that delicious friction to my growing clit.

  I tried, instead, to look at the picture of me on the bench. My eyes were closed, my lips were slightly parted, and my cheek leaned against my slim forearm as I held my hand towards the sky. My long blonde hair was blowing in wild strands from a momentary breeze that had stirred up. My body faced the lens and my other arm crossed over my chest, just loose enough to allow one pointed nipple into view.

  However, all modesty faded, as I looked further down the shot. I was kneeling up on the planks of the bench, nude and completely uncovered. It didn’t look nasty, or graphic. In fact, with my soft, downy blond hair lightly covering my pubic mound, and the barest hint of my engorged clit just barely visible between my smooth thighs, it looked incredibly erotic.

  I looked hot; at least as sexy as any movie megastar Warren had shot in the past. And imagining the thoughts, sights, and desires that must have been racing through Warren’s head as he took the picture, turned me on even more. My mind flashed back to the feel of his marble hard cock in my hands, so close to my waiting hole; to the look in his eyes as he gazed up at me, his mouth buried in my tits as he feasted on me. I could feel that desperate, oppressive sensation again, weighing me down, stopping me from thinking about anything but wanting him inside me.

  I didn’t even realize I’d done it, but my hand slid between my body and the mattress, finding its way between my legs. I pressed my fingers against the fabric of my underwear and started lightly grinding my pussy on them. It felt amazing. I could feel myself getting wetter, my pussy quivering as I applied more and more pressure. My eyes closed and my mouth opened, involuntary moans and sighs escaping as pleasure upon pleasure began to spread throughout my whole being. I didn’t know where this was going, how long I could keep it up, or why I couldn’t stop, but it felt so good, and I thought it might just be what I was looking for.

  “Wow that must be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen!” I heard a voice say. I was instantly shaken back to reality, and struggled to curl myself into a protective ball. I was so mortified that I didn’t even have the instinct to pull my hand out from between my thighs. “Oh, darling,” said Vanessa, as I managed to bring my blurred vision to focus on her. “I’m sorry, I should have knocked.”

  “I was just working,” I stammered, hoping she hadn’t been standing there too long. I saw the naked print of me laying out in full view and rushed to cover it up.

  “Yeah, I was doing some very similar work myself, earlier this morning,” Vanessa grinned. “Don’t worry about it, MJ. That picture is what I was referring to when I said it was quite a sight.”

  I realized I’d been caught red-handed and stopped trying to act natural. “God, I’m so embarrassed,” I let my head fall into my hands. “What must you think of me?”

  She kept smiling, remaining totally cool and unfazed. “I was bringing you some dinner, seeing as Warren said you didn’t come down for lunch.” She put down the tray she was holding on the little coffee table near the door. I hadn’t realized it’d gotten so late. Vanessa crossed the room to sit down on the foot of my bed, while I pulled the sh
eet up to cover myself a little. “One: Don’t be embarrassed. It's natural and you’ve got every right to a little self-love. Everyone does it and if they say they don’t, they’re lying. Two: You look amazing in this picture and you should be proud of that, not trying to hide it.”

  I couldn’t help but feel a warm glow spread through me while listening to her words. I relaxed and let myself smile back at her. “I was really hiding it because I… I didn’t want you to see it in case you got the wrong idea. I mean I know you must be used to Warren photographing naked girls, but I didn’t want you to think anything happened.” Despite me trying my hardest.

  “I’m not sure I know what you’re getting at,” she said, her English accent dropping an octave and taking on a more sultry tone.

  “You know,” I swallowed, “that Warren and I… because you and he…”

  “Oh, darling!” she burst out laughing. “You think Warren and I are fucking?”

  “You’re both beautiful, and you both spend so much time up here by yourselves. It makes sense.”

  “I guess so,” she nodded. “Only, Warren has a certain part of anatomy attached to him that I’m not particularly fond of. And he’s missing a few parts that I am really very fond of.” My look of utter confusion must have been obvious. “I’m into girls, darling,” Vanessa clarified.

  “Oh,” I said, suddenly feeling a little more uncomfortable. I edged the sheet covering me a little closer to my chin.

  “Relax,” she grinned, “just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m going to rape you. Anyway, why didn’t anything happen between you two while you were up the hill with him and naked? Not because you thought we were together, I hope?”

  I had to talk about it. “It crossed my mind a few times, but it wasn’t the real reason we didn’t,” I told her. Then I couldn’t stop myself from talking. I told her about my years-long crush, about how I’d been dreaming and fantasizing about him. And about him stopping us because of the age difference and his relationship with my family. And about me being a virgin. Maybe it was the relief of confiding in someone, or maybe I was hearing it aloud which made me realize how hopeless it all sounded, but I could feel tears forming in my eyes as I gushed.

  “Oh, my God!” said Vanessa, after listening intently. “I could tell you were lusting after him, but I never imagined you wanted him to be your first. Twenty-two and no sex? No wonder you were busy when I came in. You must be wound up like a spring!”

  “I’ve never really done that either,” I sniffed. “I’ve only tried it the last couple of days. I don’t know what I’m doing or if I’m doing it right.”

  “Jesus, you poor thing,” she tutted. She leaned across me, bringing her face in closer to mine. I was leaning right back against my pillows and couldn’t back up any further. “You’ve got yourself really screwed up, haven’t you?” I spluttered a little laugh and nodded. “Okay, first: Warren’s afraid that the world still sees him as some womanizing letch, when he’s really cleaned up his act. He doesn’t party or sleep with the woman he photographs anymore, not for a good few years. I guess he’s worried your family would still think of him that way if he got involved with their twenty-something daughter.”

  “And, second?” I prompted her.

  “Next: you’re a smart, intelligent woman who’s mature enough to make her own decisions. If you act that way, Warren and your family will soon come to see that and there won’t be any judgement. You’re not some dumb kid, Mary-Jane. You can look after yourself.”

  I smiled at what she said, beginning to feel better and much more relaxed. I’d been telling myself that, but the way Warren had been treating me had been making me think otherwise. “Next? Is there something else?”

  “Yes,” she smiled demurely, gently pulling the sheet off me, uncovering my thin, tight nightshirt.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, as my heartbeat suddenly accelerating.

  “I can’t stand the thought of you being so frustrated with no way to release it,” she purred. My eyes widened as she slowly, deliberately, untucked her silk blouse and opened the buttons enough for her to drag it over her head. I couldn’t help but stare as her shapely breasts, framed exquisitely in a white push-up bra that set off her tanned skin beautifully. Her thick blonde locks fell back down past her shoulders, as her face came back into view. “It’s not going to make it easy for you to keep your head around Warren. I thought I might be able to do something to help.”

  “But I’m not into girls,” I protested. Yet I still couldn’t move or stop her pulling the sheet off me completely.

  “Then don’t touch me,” she whispered, taking off her glasses. “Close your eyes and imagine my hands are Warren’s. Just relax.”

  I did as she suggested and felt her soft hands running up my naked thighs. Her touch sent small tingles along my skin and a little sigh escaped my lips. I felt her lean in closer to me. I could feel the heat of her bare skin, and the delicate, sweet smell of her perfume filled my senses. Her fingers lightly brushed over my hips to touch the sensitive skin on my stomach, right where my nightshirt had ridden up a little to show my flat tummy. I quivered, my breathing becoming deeper and faster as I felt Vanessa’s forehead against my temple. The soft point of her nose pressed against my cheek, and her slow, panting breath lingered on my lips as she tentatively lifted my shirt higher.

  I had no thoughts in my head. I should have been covering myself and telling her to stop as she continued to raise my thin nightshirt, until my tits were fully uncovered. Another sigh spilled from my mouth as Vanessa gently cupped my breasts, softly needing them and moaning quietly herself.

  “Mmmm, your skin is so soft,” she breathed, “and your breasts are beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” I managed to whisper, before she silenced me by slowly taking one of my hardening nipples into her mouth. “Oh, my God!” I groaned, as the feel of her soft lips and warm tongue on my breast brought my aching pussy right back to its former state of arousal, throbbing and frantic for release. Her soft skin against mine, it was like nothing I’d felt before. Nothing like the rough biting and groping I used to endure from the boys my age. As she moved across to pleasure my other breast, I found myself reaching down to lift them, holding my tits up for her enjoyment. I was rewarded with an appreciative groan.

  Her mouth still fastened to my bullet-hard nipple, I felt her free hand stroking back down over my stomach. My insides trembled. I knew where she was going and I was both nervous about another woman touching me there, and desperate to know what it might feel like. Her soft fingertips pushed their way under the light cloth of my panties, over my mound, forcing me to draw a sharp intake of breath and push my head back further.

  “Are you okay?” Vanessa asked in a whisper, her hand stopping its intrusion. “I can stop if you want.”

  I lay there beneath her, Vanessa sitting on the bed, leaning over and holding herself above me, my body nearly paralyzed with the soft, ecstatic pleasures she was drawing from it, and my pussy quivering, slick with my juices and desperate to be touched. “Don’t stop,” I sighed, almost inaudibly.

  Suddenly, I felt a surge of disappointment as she took her hand away and sat up from me. Now what did I do wrong? I wondered. I opened my eyes to see Vanessa reaching back to unclip her bra. She smiled seductively as she pulled the cups away from her full mounds, revealing her spectacularly firm and beautifully shaped breasts to me. The look on my face must have pleased her, because she leaned straight back in, slowly moving her lips toward mine.

  I waited for her, breathless and unwilling to move, until her mouth found me. It was such a gentle and soft kiss, so different from kissing Warren. It felt good. Not better than Warren, just different. Her lips were so soft and, as she slid her hand back under my underwear, my lips were forced open with a moan of pure pleasure, allowing her to slip her velvet tongue inside my mouth.

  Her slippery fingers found my hot clit at the same time as her tongue found mine, sending a violent shudder through my whole
body. I gasped into her open mouth and my arms wrapped around her bare back as I pulled her slim body towards me. Our breasts pressing together, the friction of our skin exciting our hot, hard nipples further, our kiss grew deeper and more passionate.

  Almost exactly mimicking the movements of her tongue in my mouth, her fingers teased my clit, applying more and more pressure, with each touch sending ripples of enjoyment right through me. I moaned loudly and started to grind my hips against her hand. I had to break off our kiss, unable to breathe, as she forced me to pant heavily. I looked down my body, passed our tits pressing together, to see Vanessa’s hand disappearing into my underwear. I saw her other hand vanishing under her short pencil skirt, which was almost hiked right up as she lay her face against mine and gasped in time with me.

  “Holy fuck!” was all I could say, as her finger went over my clit and slid deftly inside me. My hand grabbed my breast, pressing it and rubbing it intently as Vanessa continued to pleasure me. I lost track of what she was doing to me. All I knew was that it felt amazing and I didn’t want it to stop. She took my hand and put it on her own boob, where I kneaded and pinched her as ferociously as I had myself, while what felt like a white-hot ball of heat grew in my loins.

  I struggled to speak and struggled to moan, as an intensely hot pressure built up inside me, all focused on my pussy and what Vanessa’s fingers were doing to it. The sensation just kept building and building. I had no clue where it was going to go, but I also had no intention of stopping it.

  I groaned and cried out. I felt Vanessa’s hands and lips all over me. “Just let it come, baby,” she kept whispering, “just relax and let it come.” Then, it hit me.

  My eyes rolled back in my head, my mouth erupted in a wild cry, and my back arched off the bed as the heat suddenly exploded inside me, shooting its ecstatic flames out to every corner of my being. My vision became a blur; my body went into spasm, and I simply became a writhing, screaming thing impaled on the end of Vanessa’s hand. I felt like I was going to die, but I didn’t care.