My Roommate The Fashion Model
I was so jealous of Marsha. We were roommates for our freshman year at college and decided to live together as sophomores. Marsha had started modeling and was making a lot of money. Her body was so perfect; she was tall and her chest was finely muscled her small but firm breasts stood high, her belly was taut and slim, with long shapely legs. The camera loved her, and that love translated into steady work for her. And I was jealous and also had a serious crush on her. She knew it and was a bit of a tease about it.
In the last few months Marsha had become the preferred model of one of her agency’s regular photographers, Alex. Alex had caused her star to rise when she persuaded Marsha to pose semi-nude for a lingerie shoot. While Alex and Marsha worked together frequently for commercial shoots, recently her work with Alex had drifted more and more into the realm of private photography, not meant to be seen by the public.
A pattern quickly developed between Alex and Marsha. First, the regular commercial assignments were completed, then their ‘Special Session’ would begin. They would move to a smaller, private corner of Alex’s loft . The area was more intimate, featuring a lovely bed with a carved oaken frame, the large mattress covered with a buttery yellow coverlet. Several cameras were set up for video and still shots.
Marsha had said that she had been uneasy at first with the intimacy of these private sessions, but she quickly came to enjoy the work more than her regular modeling jobs. She loved the attention from Alex, who was small, with a lithe dancer’s body with auburn hair.
Initially, the intimate work began with Marsha wearing bathing suits, but as she grew increasingly comfortable, she began modeling lingerie and the outfits became skimpier, then sexy, then erotic. The photographs were dreamy, sensuous, and impassioned but never lewd or distasteful.
As Marsha talked about her work with Alex, I would get very aroused. I couldn’t tell if our talks affected Marsha the same way, but as we talked she would get closer to me and touch my arm or my leg as she would describe a piece of clothing she tried on. She admitted that she enjoyed the sexier outfits Alex gave her to wear; she loved how it felt to reveal her body. She confessed that posing for Alex in erotic lingerie was very stimulating sexually, and while nothing ever happened with Alex on breaks Marsha would seek out a space to relieve her arousal.
She said that Alex always dressed in a very casual way around her. Then gradually, over the course of the shoot, she would somehow end up with her silky robe open, or her blouse nearly unbuttoned, exposing her small-firm tits, though Marsha seldom saw her begin to expose herself. It was as if Alex magically became exposed, a little at a time. Marsha breathlessly would describe how she never missed an opportunity to steal a furtive peek at Alex’ small bare breasts, her nipples clearly visible from her open robe or blouse, or her inviting bottom, especially when covered only by plain cotton panties.
Then, one day during a chat after dinner and a bit too much wine, Marsha leaned over and kissed me – not just a peck, a real kiss. “I want you to come with me tomorrow and watch.” I had become so aroused by all the talk about what sounded close to porn, I couldn’t wait to watch Marsha.
I couldn’t sleep that night. After my last class I went to Alex’ studio; Marsha had gone a few hours earlier to do the commercial shoots. Alex motioned for me sit on the chaise lounge against the wall. I sat on the edge of the chaise, eyes wide, as I took in the sight of Alex and Marsha. Marsha was lying on the bed. She wore the tiniest of pink bikini panties, the outline of her pussy mound was plainly visible from the tightness of the panties. Her ensemble was topped by a filmy, alabaster white, see-through top with spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Marsha’s brown areolas and dark pink nipples were clearly visible through the filmy, see-through top. Alex was in a flowing silk robe, wearing only red panties underneath her robe, which barely concealed her perfect-small breasts, her hard nipples set on quarter sized pink areolas.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Marsha as she lay in her barely-there underthings. My heart throbbed as I gazed longingly at Marsha’s graceful body, and the provocative and sexual way she was posed.
I could feel a surge of desire as I stared at the front of Alex’s panties while she reloaded her camera, wondering if she had a bush or if she trimmed her bush. Then Alex bent forward for a couple of shots, her robe swayed to her left side and exposed her lower back; her red panties stretched enough to reveal the crease between her butt-cheeks. I squirmed in my seat.
Then I watched as Alex approached Marsha and positioned her so that she was facing me kneeling, both hands raised behind her head, her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward. Alex began to rapidly snap off shot after shot of the tantalizing views of Marsha. “Beautiful ... Now, reach down with your left hand and rub your nipples through the fabric.” Off went Alex’ flash.
“Now…. Spin around and lay flat on the bed and pull your knees up as far as they will go to your chest. Spread your knees a little -- I want see your crotch pressing at your cute panties." Of course, I had the same view and could see Marsha’s pussy lips forming a perfectly visible camel toe. I now realized that this show was for me as well. And I realized that Marsha wanted me to see it.
After a few moments, Marsha spread her legs out sideways, her opened thighs offered a breathtaking view of her pussy. More flashes, as she looked innocently, yet sultry at the camera. "Now, get up on your knees, face Ellen, and arch your upper body…. and stick your butt out. Now, look over your shoulder at me, and give me your bad girl smile. Yeah…. beautiful!”
Now Marsha’s chest was facing me; her nipples were visible and hard as they poked through the filmy top she wore. It was only now that I became aware of my simmering arousal. I was enthralled by the beauty of my nearly nude roommate and how the sensual nature of her poses made her seem even more enticing. It’s all so erotic, I suddenly realized, all of it. And Marsha purposefully was on display for me.
As if she intended to tease Marsha’s roommate even more, Alex arranged Marsha again, this time positioning her bent down on her knees with her thighs spread, her back arched and her face down on a pillow, fully exposing the tight crotch of Marsha’s panties to me.
“Yes… show it... show all of it... that's it! Arch your back a little more” Alex instructed. My eyes were drawn between Marsha’s spread thighs. A shiver fluttered up and down my spine, as I could clearly see the contours of her sex through the skimpy panties. Marsha had prominent and thick pussy-lips, and I could see the rise of her delicate mound. It now became hard to breathe; the eroticism of the show Marsha was putting on became overwhelming. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I had on a very short skirt and light blue panties and I began to fear that I would embarrass myself.
Then a familiar fantasy formed in my mind, unbidden, swirling in my minds-eye. I was in bed with Marsha, naked, our bodies sweetly entwined, as if we had just made love. Marsha nuzzled at my breast, while I cupped her firm bottom with both hands. I shivered as my pussy quivered and pulsed intensely. I had so often fantasized about my roommate. I now realized that I might be in love with her. Which forced the question of why I was being given this show.
Alex moved to reposition Marsha, this time having her lay on her stomach. Then she lightly tugged at the ties to the spaghetti straps that held up Marsha’s top, undoing them both. Then, stepping back to her camera, Alex squeezed off a dozen shots before returning to the prone girl. She guided Marsha up into a sitting position, and the gauzy top fell away.
“What beautiful breasts Marsha ... oh gosh, your nipples are hard, aren't they?” Alex murmured. “Caress your little nipples again... just tease and touch them so Ellen can see too... they are so hard, aren't they? You're so beautiful... and I can tell you so love this.” Looking at me, “Aren’t you glad you could join us? Marsha has wanted this for a long time.” I could only nod.
Though I had seen Marsha nude many times before, it was never like this. I was breathless at the erotic display apparently staged for me. Marsha’s breasts were utterly flawless. The dancer-like elegance of how she moved sent shivers through me. Her visibly erect nipples set on slightly puffy areolas was a promising signpost of what was in store for us.
“My God, you are so beautiful,” I heard myself moan.
Upon hearing my moan, even though she couldn’t see me clearly beyond the bright lights, I saw Marsha smile. She knew posing for me in just her panties and showing off her body was erotically naughty. And she knew I liked it. So, she knew it was ‘Okay’ to be even naughtier for me. Marsha got up on her knees and shook her head, covering her upper chest with her long-wavy hair, as she looked up expectedly. She now knew that this photo shoot would be different from her other private sessions. She now had her audience – me. Marsha closed her eyes; her face took on a look of pure lust, and she slid her panties half way off her butt, almost exposing her pussy.
“Yes… show Ellen everything ... you know you want to expose yourself to her ... you now know how much she likes seeing you on display like this...” Alex urged. More photos were taken, then suddenly, Alex paused in her work, and without saying anything, she reached down to pull on the belt of the robe she wore. Then she shrugged her shoulders, letting the thin garment fall to the floor, revealing both of her prefect tits, now she was just wearing her red panties. “Mmmm…. I feel a lot more comfortable now,” Alex murmured, as she smiled at Marsha.
“You’re doing great, Marsha … let’s take a break …” Alex murmured. Alex went to the nearby desk to pick up a different camera.
Alex came back to Marsha and reached out to pull on the bow strings of her pink-lacy panties. Her panties came undone and fell to the bed, fully revealing the beauty of her mound. I loved the sight of her pussy, neatly trimmed bush excited me every time I saw it. This time was different. Marsha’s lips were puffy from arousal, the tips of her inner lips poked out and glistened with wetness. Her clitoral hood was pronounced and her clit was erect and very red. Her pussy looked perfect.
Marsha looked as if she were floating in a daze. I heard my voice “My God, you are so gorgeous.”
Marsha blushed, and smiled sweetly. I have so wanted you to see me like this … see how much you excite me.” Marsha gazed up at me friend with adoring eyes from where she lay on the bed. Alex went back to work; she straightened one leg until it extended out before Marsha, leaving the other bent at the knee, Marsha’s right butt-cheek barely touching her heel. Lifting Marsha’s right arm, Alex placed her hand upon the back of her neck, leaving her elbow raised at a sharp angle. Stepping away, she studied her work — then, nodding in approval, she picked up her camera.
Suddenly, Marsha got naughtier. As Alex began to take more pictures, Marsha let her left-hand stray down her tummy to her inner thigh, then back up to finally tuck in between her thighs. Then looking at me with a sly smile, she slowly began to rub herself, her fingers sliding up and down her slit. “Ellen, I really want it to be you doing this.”
As Marsha spoke, I could only moan. “Ooohh God, yes” I gasped. “Don’t stop…. show me what you want me to do.” I gasped in a complex mixture of desire, awe, and fear at what she saw. Here was Marsha completely naked, her knees now spread open to reveal the pinkness of her pussy, while her fingers rubbed between her slit… and Alex was taking pictures of her as she masturbated for the camera.
Alex moved in close and went to her knees to take close-up shots of Marsha’s pussy, while encouraging her rub herself more. “Use your fingers ... give yourself what you need... show Ellen how you play with yourself... show yourself... spread your legs a bit further to open yourself... masturbate for Ellen … show her that you like displaying yourself ... how it arouses you to know that she is watching…”
“My God Marsha” I moaned softly. I was so turned-on now, I moved into the bright lights; my legs trembling as I stood by the foot of the bed, needing to see everything. The sight of Marsha pleasuring herself was absolutely mesmerizing, the erotic pull to watch her was too compelling to resist. I was now on fire and slipped my hand inside my skirt and began to stroke my pussy.
“Do you like watching me?” Marsha whispered softly, the color rising in her cheeks, as she used two fingers to stroke her glistening-wet pussy. Every third or fourth stroke, Marsha slipped her fingers inside her pussy and softly gasped while she looked into my eyes. Then she closed her eyes, as the pleasure of masturbating for me swept over her. She continued to stroke her pussy, now with her hips swaying. The look in her eyes was inviting me to join her.
Marsha was looking at intently, unfazed by Alex’ presence. She was completely unashamed of her own nakedness; she was spreading the lips of her pussy for me, staring with a sweetly-sultry expression on her face. She wants me I realized with a start, as I continued to stare intently at Marsha. I could feel my juices now soaking my panties.
Alex touched my arm and smiled gently. “I think you should join Marsha. I’d like to take some shots for another project of mine. Climb up with Marsha and I’ll photograph you.”
I gaped at my half-naked roommate. “I d-don’t know…” I stammered.
“You can do it,” soothed Alex. “Don’t be shy. You have a lovely body… and I know that you and Marsha will be beautiful together.” She tapped her camera. “No one will ever see these photos; you have my word on that. They’re for my private files — and for you, of course.”
“Please?” whispered Marsha.
Every bit of common sense I had told to refuse. And yet… I was in love with this woman. How many times had I masturbated, imagining being in bed with her, buried beneath the weight of this luscious woman, being kissed by her until I could scarcely breathe?
It was all too much to consider… I decided to simply give in, to follow my heart. Legs trembling, I bent to remove her shoes, then slowly took a deep, calming breath. I stood up straight, faced Marsha and reached for the top button of my blouse. Slowly, methodically, I unfastened each one, finally opening the garment and shrugging it from my shoulders, revealing a lacy red bra. I carefully folded my blouse, then placed it on the footboard of the bed. Undoing the hook of my skirt, I slid the zipper down, and let it slip off my legs, to my ankles, carefully stepping from it. Marsha gasped as I got naked. I looked down to see a deep, dark stain that enveloped most of the front of my panties. I could hear Alex’ camera.
Now dressed only in my bra and matching panties, I paused to steady my nerves, then I reached behind, biting my lower lip as I unfastened my bra. My hands were shaking and it took a couple of tries to get the small clasp undone. After a brief moment I allowed the lace cups to fall away, revealing my breasts. They were very small, but exquisite. I had been nearly flat-chested for most of my life, bestowed with A-cups.
Struggling with instinctive shyness, I forced myself to lower both arms rather than hold my hands over my chest and crotch. It was nearly as difficult for me to raise my eyes to meet those of Marsha, but I somehow managed the task, a new surge of desire coursed through my body, as I read the hunger and lust that was written on the Marsha’s face. Now, I knew for certain that Marsha wanted me.
I propped one foot on the edge of the bed and let a hand drop to stroke my pussy through my panties. I was so wet I could feel my juices seep through the fabric. I lifted my hand and held it out to Marsha. She took it and slipped it into her mouth for her first taste of me – I could barely breathe. rolling the stocking down and off, then repeating the process with her other leg. Then, I moved slowly, steeling myself for what I would be taking off next.
Taking a deep breath, I gripped the waistband of my panties, closed my eyes, stilling my nerves for an instant before I was shocked by Marsha. “Can I take your panties off?” I got wetter. I stepped forward, closer to Marsha. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down over my hips, slowly slid them down my thighs. I felt cool air brush over my pussy. Then I felt my panties fall down my legs into a puddle on the floor. Straightening myself, I carefully stepped from my discarded panties and stood utterly still, displaying herself to Marsha. I heard Alex’s camera firing away.
Marsha’s eyes drank in every part of my naked body, seeing it for the first time in a magical moment of eroticism and lust. She studied my breasts, which were smaller than Marsha’s capped with deep brown nipples. My arms and legs were slender and elegant, shoulders delicately sculpted, her tummy taut and welcoming. But her gaze was especially drawn to my pussy; my trimmed bush looked incredibly soft, and I could tell she was longing to touch it. She knew that I liked women instead of men. More than a year ago after we first met as roommates, I sat down with Marsha and explained that I was a lesbian and that I might like to bring girlfriends to our room once in a while. Rather than become upset, as she had feared, Marsha seemed intrigued. From her reaction, I suspected that Marsha, too, was a lesbian, but she had been too bashful to tell me.
Alex finally spoke. “You’re very beautiful, Ellen even more so than I imagined.” “Th-thank you,” I stammered. “Why don’t you go sit on the bed with Marsha?”
I carefully climbed onto the bed, and sat in a lotus position beside Marsha, who immediately threw both arms around me, “I never thought this day would happen; you never seemed interested in me.” “I told you a thousand times that I loved you, only it was to myself; you couldn’t have heard.” “I did” whispered Marsha “I just didn’t know what to do about it.”
The lighting suddenly dimmed, and Alex grinned slyly and said, “I thought we’d go with more intimate lighting for these shots.”
The way Marsha looked at me when I was standing there naked confirmed my first belief that she could be a lesbian. God, and we wasted all this time, I mused. Marsha twisted around, slipped a leg between mine and straddled my thigh. I shivered as Marsha’s warm, wet pussy pressed against her skin. Then Marsha leaned in and kissed me; her upper half was pressed into mine, in a way that aroused my now very sensitive nipples.
I loved the way Marsha was holding me, with our nipples flirting with each other. She had shifted the way she was sitting letting my leg push against her pussy which she now slid against my thigh. I could feel my thigh becoming slick and that, in turn, rekindled my pussy’s juices.
“For this next batch of shots,” Alex whispered, “I want you to explore each other a bit more. “Ellen, I’d like for you to hold Marsha so that she can suckle at your breasts.” We readjusted ourselves; I felt mixture of regret when Marsha’s warm sex was no longer pressing onto her thigh. The very air seemed alive, charged with raw sexuality, and I could feel myself succumbing to it. Then, Marsha took my nipple into her mouth. I could feel her lips part, then close over the pink tip of my nipple. I was stunned by how lovely it was to feel Marsha’s mouth envelop my sensitive nipple. My body was motionless; but inside, a wild storm raged.
“Perfect… hold that,” muttered Alex, the camera’s insistent clicking immediately filling the small studio.
My lips parted, a tiny whimper escaping. I felt unable to contain my raging excitement. At first, Marsha had merely held the throbbing nipple between her lips, but now, now she was suckling eagerly on my nipple. Almost without meaning to, I began to caress Marsha’s bare body. My hands softly glided up and down her back, over her arms, shoulders, neck, sides. Marsha’s mouth shifted to my left breast, taking the tip into her mouth. An unbidden surge of sexual heat raced through me as Marsha bit my nipple. Then, I felt her hand slowly steal its way up my body, moving to gently cover the breast she had just left. I managed strangled gasp as Marsha touched my right breast, feeling me up!
Marsha began kissing the side of my neck as she fondled my nipple, kissing and nibbling and then whispered, “Play with yourself.” “Not here” I whispered. Marsha took one of my hands and slid it down to my pussy and began to guide my fingers up and down my slit. “Like that” she whispered. I obeyed and began to lightly stroke my pussy. “Slip a finger inside” Marsha whispered. I spread my lips with two fingers and slipped my middle finger inside. “Deeper.” I could feel my legs beginning to writhe as I became even more aroused. I could feel my juices oozing through my fingers.
“Oh My!” Alex exclaimed, her camera clicking frantically. “Keep doing that.”
The camera clicked and whirred as my body throbbed and pulsed and I could feel the dampness of warm vaginal fluid seeping down my inner thigh. The heady scent of pussy was increasingly heavy in the room. Then Marsha’s hand moved mine away from my pussy and took its place. “Spread your lips for me.” She turned my head and began kissing me deeply. I spread my pussy lips and Marsha slipped a finger inside me and positioned her hand so her thumb could finger my clit. I could feel an orgasm building inside as Marsha’s fingers danced over my pussy.
I felt her position her body to straddle my leg again. She began to slide her pussy up and down my leg; I could tell her orgasm was close by the way her legs twitched. She whispered in my ear “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to fuck you.” I could only moan as I felt myself falling. I could feel that I was losing control of my body as my orgasm built. “I want to make you come” Marsha’s words oozed into my ear as her fingers went deeper and her thumb strummed my clit.
Suddenly realizing that the sounds of the camera had ceased, I opened my eyes just in time to see Alex slip her red panties down to her right ankle with one hand, then carelessly cast them aside with an impatient flick of her foot. I couldn’t help but stare at the now nude photographer, standing with her legs slightly spread, as if putting her sex on display. Alex had a neatly trimmed triangle of auburn hair, a hint of pink flesh lurking within the curls that glistened with Alex’s juice.
“Marsha, don’t stop; Ellen’s pussy is flowing with come.”
The vision of a now naked Alex and Marsha really working me over was too much. My head fell back onto the pillow and my body went stiff as my orgasm ripped through me. Then Marsha went stiff as well as she went over the edge.
Alex nodded approvingly. “That was perfect … exactly what I wanted,” she murmured.
Marsha looked up and smiled “This has been exactly what I’ve wanted for more than a year.” She then leaned over and kissed me as tenderly as one could be kissed. I was in heaven and no longer jealous.
In the last few months Marsha had become the preferred model of one of her agency’s regular photographers, Alex. Alex had caused her star to rise when she persuaded Marsha to pose semi-nude for a lingerie shoot. While Alex and Marsha worked together frequently for commercial shoots, recently her work with Alex had drifted more and more into the realm of private photography, not meant to be seen by the public.
A pattern quickly developed between Alex and Marsha. First, the regular commercial assignments were completed, then their ‘Special Session’ would begin. They would move to a smaller, private corner of Alex’s loft . The area was more intimate, featuring a lovely bed with a carved oaken frame, the large mattress covered with a buttery yellow coverlet. Several cameras were set up for video and still shots.
Marsha had said that she had been uneasy at first with the intimacy of these private sessions, but she quickly came to enjoy the work more than her regular modeling jobs. She loved the attention from Alex, who was small, with a lithe dancer’s body with auburn hair.
Initially, the intimate work began with Marsha wearing bathing suits, but as she grew increasingly comfortable, she began modeling lingerie and the outfits became skimpier, then sexy, then erotic. The photographs were dreamy, sensuous, and impassioned but never lewd or distasteful.
As Marsha talked about her work with Alex, I would get very aroused. I couldn’t tell if our talks affected Marsha the same way, but as we talked she would get closer to me and touch my arm or my leg as she would describe a piece of clothing she tried on. She admitted that she enjoyed the sexier outfits Alex gave her to wear; she loved how it felt to reveal her body. She confessed that posing for Alex in erotic lingerie was very stimulating sexually, and while nothing ever happened with Alex on breaks Marsha would seek out a space to relieve her arousal.
She said that Alex always dressed in a very casual way around her. Then gradually, over the course of the shoot, she would somehow end up with her silky robe open, or her blouse nearly unbuttoned, exposing her small-firm tits, though Marsha seldom saw her begin to expose herself. It was as if Alex magically became exposed, a little at a time. Marsha breathlessly would describe how she never missed an opportunity to steal a furtive peek at Alex’ small bare breasts, her nipples clearly visible from her open robe or blouse, or her inviting bottom, especially when covered only by plain cotton panties.
Then, one day during a chat after dinner and a bit too much wine, Marsha leaned over and kissed me – not just a peck, a real kiss. “I want you to come with me tomorrow and watch.” I had become so aroused by all the talk about what sounded close to porn, I couldn’t wait to watch Marsha.
I couldn’t sleep that night. After my last class I went to Alex’ studio; Marsha had gone a few hours earlier to do the commercial shoots. Alex motioned for me sit on the chaise lounge against the wall. I sat on the edge of the chaise, eyes wide, as I took in the sight of Alex and Marsha. Marsha was lying on the bed. She wore the tiniest of pink bikini panties, the outline of her pussy mound was plainly visible from the tightness of the panties. Her ensemble was topped by a filmy, alabaster white, see-through top with spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Marsha’s brown areolas and dark pink nipples were clearly visible through the filmy, see-through top. Alex was in a flowing silk robe, wearing only red panties underneath her robe, which barely concealed her perfect-small breasts, her hard nipples set on quarter sized pink areolas.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Marsha as she lay in her barely-there underthings. My heart throbbed as I gazed longingly at Marsha’s graceful body, and the provocative and sexual way she was posed.
I could feel a surge of desire as I stared at the front of Alex’s panties while she reloaded her camera, wondering if she had a bush or if she trimmed her bush. Then Alex bent forward for a couple of shots, her robe swayed to her left side and exposed her lower back; her red panties stretched enough to reveal the crease between her butt-cheeks. I squirmed in my seat.
Then I watched as Alex approached Marsha and positioned her so that she was facing me kneeling, both hands raised behind her head, her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward. Alex began to rapidly snap off shot after shot of the tantalizing views of Marsha. “Beautiful ... Now, reach down with your left hand and rub your nipples through the fabric.” Off went Alex’ flash.
“Now…. Spin around and lay flat on the bed and pull your knees up as far as they will go to your chest. Spread your knees a little -- I want see your crotch pressing at your cute panties." Of course, I had the same view and could see Marsha’s pussy lips forming a perfectly visible camel toe. I now realized that this show was for me as well. And I realized that Marsha wanted me to see it.
After a few moments, Marsha spread her legs out sideways, her opened thighs offered a breathtaking view of her pussy. More flashes, as she looked innocently, yet sultry at the camera. "Now, get up on your knees, face Ellen, and arch your upper body…. and stick your butt out. Now, look over your shoulder at me, and give me your bad girl smile. Yeah…. beautiful!”
Now Marsha’s chest was facing me; her nipples were visible and hard as they poked through the filmy top she wore. It was only now that I became aware of my simmering arousal. I was enthralled by the beauty of my nearly nude roommate and how the sensual nature of her poses made her seem even more enticing. It’s all so erotic, I suddenly realized, all of it. And Marsha purposefully was on display for me.
As if she intended to tease Marsha’s roommate even more, Alex arranged Marsha again, this time positioning her bent down on her knees with her thighs spread, her back arched and her face down on a pillow, fully exposing the tight crotch of Marsha’s panties to me.
“Yes… show it... show all of it... that's it! Arch your back a little more” Alex instructed. My eyes were drawn between Marsha’s spread thighs. A shiver fluttered up and down my spine, as I could clearly see the contours of her sex through the skimpy panties. Marsha had prominent and thick pussy-lips, and I could see the rise of her delicate mound. It now became hard to breathe; the eroticism of the show Marsha was putting on became overwhelming. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I had on a very short skirt and light blue panties and I began to fear that I would embarrass myself.
Then a familiar fantasy formed in my mind, unbidden, swirling in my minds-eye. I was in bed with Marsha, naked, our bodies sweetly entwined, as if we had just made love. Marsha nuzzled at my breast, while I cupped her firm bottom with both hands. I shivered as my pussy quivered and pulsed intensely. I had so often fantasized about my roommate. I now realized that I might be in love with her. Which forced the question of why I was being given this show.
Alex moved to reposition Marsha, this time having her lay on her stomach. Then she lightly tugged at the ties to the spaghetti straps that held up Marsha’s top, undoing them both. Then, stepping back to her camera, Alex squeezed off a dozen shots before returning to the prone girl. She guided Marsha up into a sitting position, and the gauzy top fell away.
“What beautiful breasts Marsha ... oh gosh, your nipples are hard, aren't they?” Alex murmured. “Caress your little nipples again... just tease and touch them so Ellen can see too... they are so hard, aren't they? You're so beautiful... and I can tell you so love this.” Looking at me, “Aren’t you glad you could join us? Marsha has wanted this for a long time.” I could only nod.
Though I had seen Marsha nude many times before, it was never like this. I was breathless at the erotic display apparently staged for me. Marsha’s breasts were utterly flawless. The dancer-like elegance of how she moved sent shivers through me. Her visibly erect nipples set on slightly puffy areolas was a promising signpost of what was in store for us.
“My God, you are so beautiful,” I heard myself moan.
Upon hearing my moan, even though she couldn’t see me clearly beyond the bright lights, I saw Marsha smile. She knew posing for me in just her panties and showing off her body was erotically naughty. And she knew I liked it. So, she knew it was ‘Okay’ to be even naughtier for me. Marsha got up on her knees and shook her head, covering her upper chest with her long-wavy hair, as she looked up expectedly. She now knew that this photo shoot would be different from her other private sessions. She now had her audience – me. Marsha closed her eyes; her face took on a look of pure lust, and she slid her panties half way off her butt, almost exposing her pussy.
“Yes… show Ellen everything ... you know you want to expose yourself to her ... you now know how much she likes seeing you on display like this...” Alex urged. More photos were taken, then suddenly, Alex paused in her work, and without saying anything, she reached down to pull on the belt of the robe she wore. Then she shrugged her shoulders, letting the thin garment fall to the floor, revealing both of her prefect tits, now she was just wearing her red panties. “Mmmm…. I feel a lot more comfortable now,” Alex murmured, as she smiled at Marsha.
“You’re doing great, Marsha … let’s take a break …” Alex murmured. Alex went to the nearby desk to pick up a different camera.
Alex came back to Marsha and reached out to pull on the bow strings of her pink-lacy panties. Her panties came undone and fell to the bed, fully revealing the beauty of her mound. I loved the sight of her pussy, neatly trimmed bush excited me every time I saw it. This time was different. Marsha’s lips were puffy from arousal, the tips of her inner lips poked out and glistened with wetness. Her clitoral hood was pronounced and her clit was erect and very red. Her pussy looked perfect.
Marsha looked as if she were floating in a daze. I heard my voice “My God, you are so gorgeous.”
Marsha blushed, and smiled sweetly. I have so wanted you to see me like this … see how much you excite me.” Marsha gazed up at me friend with adoring eyes from where she lay on the bed. Alex went back to work; she straightened one leg until it extended out before Marsha, leaving the other bent at the knee, Marsha’s right butt-cheek barely touching her heel. Lifting Marsha’s right arm, Alex placed her hand upon the back of her neck, leaving her elbow raised at a sharp angle. Stepping away, she studied her work — then, nodding in approval, she picked up her camera.
Suddenly, Marsha got naughtier. As Alex began to take more pictures, Marsha let her left-hand stray down her tummy to her inner thigh, then back up to finally tuck in between her thighs. Then looking at me with a sly smile, she slowly began to rub herself, her fingers sliding up and down her slit. “Ellen, I really want it to be you doing this.”
As Marsha spoke, I could only moan. “Ooohh God, yes” I gasped. “Don’t stop…. show me what you want me to do.” I gasped in a complex mixture of desire, awe, and fear at what she saw. Here was Marsha completely naked, her knees now spread open to reveal the pinkness of her pussy, while her fingers rubbed between her slit… and Alex was taking pictures of her as she masturbated for the camera.
Alex moved in close and went to her knees to take close-up shots of Marsha’s pussy, while encouraging her rub herself more. “Use your fingers ... give yourself what you need... show Ellen how you play with yourself... show yourself... spread your legs a bit further to open yourself... masturbate for Ellen … show her that you like displaying yourself ... how it arouses you to know that she is watching…”
“My God Marsha” I moaned softly. I was so turned-on now, I moved into the bright lights; my legs trembling as I stood by the foot of the bed, needing to see everything. The sight of Marsha pleasuring herself was absolutely mesmerizing, the erotic pull to watch her was too compelling to resist. I was now on fire and slipped my hand inside my skirt and began to stroke my pussy.
“Do you like watching me?” Marsha whispered softly, the color rising in her cheeks, as she used two fingers to stroke her glistening-wet pussy. Every third or fourth stroke, Marsha slipped her fingers inside her pussy and softly gasped while she looked into my eyes. Then she closed her eyes, as the pleasure of masturbating for me swept over her. She continued to stroke her pussy, now with her hips swaying. The look in her eyes was inviting me to join her.
Marsha was looking at intently, unfazed by Alex’ presence. She was completely unashamed of her own nakedness; she was spreading the lips of her pussy for me, staring with a sweetly-sultry expression on her face. She wants me I realized with a start, as I continued to stare intently at Marsha. I could feel my juices now soaking my panties.
Alex touched my arm and smiled gently. “I think you should join Marsha. I’d like to take some shots for another project of mine. Climb up with Marsha and I’ll photograph you.”
I gaped at my half-naked roommate. “I d-don’t know…” I stammered.
“You can do it,” soothed Alex. “Don’t be shy. You have a lovely body… and I know that you and Marsha will be beautiful together.” She tapped her camera. “No one will ever see these photos; you have my word on that. They’re for my private files — and for you, of course.”
“Please?” whispered Marsha.
Every bit of common sense I had told to refuse. And yet… I was in love with this woman. How many times had I masturbated, imagining being in bed with her, buried beneath the weight of this luscious woman, being kissed by her until I could scarcely breathe?
It was all too much to consider… I decided to simply give in, to follow my heart. Legs trembling, I bent to remove her shoes, then slowly took a deep, calming breath. I stood up straight, faced Marsha and reached for the top button of my blouse. Slowly, methodically, I unfastened each one, finally opening the garment and shrugging it from my shoulders, revealing a lacy red bra. I carefully folded my blouse, then placed it on the footboard of the bed. Undoing the hook of my skirt, I slid the zipper down, and let it slip off my legs, to my ankles, carefully stepping from it. Marsha gasped as I got naked. I looked down to see a deep, dark stain that enveloped most of the front of my panties. I could hear Alex’ camera.
Now dressed only in my bra and matching panties, I paused to steady my nerves, then I reached behind, biting my lower lip as I unfastened my bra. My hands were shaking and it took a couple of tries to get the small clasp undone. After a brief moment I allowed the lace cups to fall away, revealing my breasts. They were very small, but exquisite. I had been nearly flat-chested for most of my life, bestowed with A-cups.
Struggling with instinctive shyness, I forced myself to lower both arms rather than hold my hands over my chest and crotch. It was nearly as difficult for me to raise my eyes to meet those of Marsha, but I somehow managed the task, a new surge of desire coursed through my body, as I read the hunger and lust that was written on the Marsha’s face. Now, I knew for certain that Marsha wanted me.
I propped one foot on the edge of the bed and let a hand drop to stroke my pussy through my panties. I was so wet I could feel my juices seep through the fabric. I lifted my hand and held it out to Marsha. She took it and slipped it into her mouth for her first taste of me – I could barely breathe. rolling the stocking down and off, then repeating the process with her other leg. Then, I moved slowly, steeling myself for what I would be taking off next.
Taking a deep breath, I gripped the waistband of my panties, closed my eyes, stilling my nerves for an instant before I was shocked by Marsha. “Can I take your panties off?” I got wetter. I stepped forward, closer to Marsha. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down over my hips, slowly slid them down my thighs. I felt cool air brush over my pussy. Then I felt my panties fall down my legs into a puddle on the floor. Straightening myself, I carefully stepped from my discarded panties and stood utterly still, displaying herself to Marsha. I heard Alex’s camera firing away.
Marsha’s eyes drank in every part of my naked body, seeing it for the first time in a magical moment of eroticism and lust. She studied my breasts, which were smaller than Marsha’s capped with deep brown nipples. My arms and legs were slender and elegant, shoulders delicately sculpted, her tummy taut and welcoming. But her gaze was especially drawn to my pussy; my trimmed bush looked incredibly soft, and I could tell she was longing to touch it. She knew that I liked women instead of men. More than a year ago after we first met as roommates, I sat down with Marsha and explained that I was a lesbian and that I might like to bring girlfriends to our room once in a while. Rather than become upset, as she had feared, Marsha seemed intrigued. From her reaction, I suspected that Marsha, too, was a lesbian, but she had been too bashful to tell me.
Alex finally spoke. “You’re very beautiful, Ellen even more so than I imagined.” “Th-thank you,” I stammered. “Why don’t you go sit on the bed with Marsha?”
I carefully climbed onto the bed, and sat in a lotus position beside Marsha, who immediately threw both arms around me, “I never thought this day would happen; you never seemed interested in me.” “I told you a thousand times that I loved you, only it was to myself; you couldn’t have heard.” “I did” whispered Marsha “I just didn’t know what to do about it.”
The lighting suddenly dimmed, and Alex grinned slyly and said, “I thought we’d go with more intimate lighting for these shots.”
The way Marsha looked at me when I was standing there naked confirmed my first belief that she could be a lesbian. God, and we wasted all this time, I mused. Marsha twisted around, slipped a leg between mine and straddled my thigh. I shivered as Marsha’s warm, wet pussy pressed against her skin. Then Marsha leaned in and kissed me; her upper half was pressed into mine, in a way that aroused my now very sensitive nipples.
I loved the way Marsha was holding me, with our nipples flirting with each other. She had shifted the way she was sitting letting my leg push against her pussy which she now slid against my thigh. I could feel my thigh becoming slick and that, in turn, rekindled my pussy’s juices.
“For this next batch of shots,” Alex whispered, “I want you to explore each other a bit more. “Ellen, I’d like for you to hold Marsha so that she can suckle at your breasts.” We readjusted ourselves; I felt mixture of regret when Marsha’s warm sex was no longer pressing onto her thigh. The very air seemed alive, charged with raw sexuality, and I could feel myself succumbing to it. Then, Marsha took my nipple into her mouth. I could feel her lips part, then close over the pink tip of my nipple. I was stunned by how lovely it was to feel Marsha’s mouth envelop my sensitive nipple. My body was motionless; but inside, a wild storm raged.
“Perfect… hold that,” muttered Alex, the camera’s insistent clicking immediately filling the small studio.
My lips parted, a tiny whimper escaping. I felt unable to contain my raging excitement. At first, Marsha had merely held the throbbing nipple between her lips, but now, now she was suckling eagerly on my nipple. Almost without meaning to, I began to caress Marsha’s bare body. My hands softly glided up and down her back, over her arms, shoulders, neck, sides. Marsha’s mouth shifted to my left breast, taking the tip into her mouth. An unbidden surge of sexual heat raced through me as Marsha bit my nipple. Then, I felt her hand slowly steal its way up my body, moving to gently cover the breast she had just left. I managed strangled gasp as Marsha touched my right breast, feeling me up!
Marsha began kissing the side of my neck as she fondled my nipple, kissing and nibbling and then whispered, “Play with yourself.” “Not here” I whispered. Marsha took one of my hands and slid it down to my pussy and began to guide my fingers up and down my slit. “Like that” she whispered. I obeyed and began to lightly stroke my pussy. “Slip a finger inside” Marsha whispered. I spread my lips with two fingers and slipped my middle finger inside. “Deeper.” I could feel my legs beginning to writhe as I became even more aroused. I could feel my juices oozing through my fingers.
“Oh My!” Alex exclaimed, her camera clicking frantically. “Keep doing that.”
The camera clicked and whirred as my body throbbed and pulsed and I could feel the dampness of warm vaginal fluid seeping down my inner thigh. The heady scent of pussy was increasingly heavy in the room. Then Marsha’s hand moved mine away from my pussy and took its place. “Spread your lips for me.” She turned my head and began kissing me deeply. I spread my pussy lips and Marsha slipped a finger inside me and positioned her hand so her thumb could finger my clit. I could feel an orgasm building inside as Marsha’s fingers danced over my pussy.
I felt her position her body to straddle my leg again. She began to slide her pussy up and down my leg; I could tell her orgasm was close by the way her legs twitched. She whispered in my ear “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to fuck you.” I could only moan as I felt myself falling. I could feel that I was losing control of my body as my orgasm built. “I want to make you come” Marsha’s words oozed into my ear as her fingers went deeper and her thumb strummed my clit.
Suddenly realizing that the sounds of the camera had ceased, I opened my eyes just in time to see Alex slip her red panties down to her right ankle with one hand, then carelessly cast them aside with an impatient flick of her foot. I couldn’t help but stare at the now nude photographer, standing with her legs slightly spread, as if putting her sex on display. Alex had a neatly trimmed triangle of auburn hair, a hint of pink flesh lurking within the curls that glistened with Alex’s juice.
“Marsha, don’t stop; Ellen’s pussy is flowing with come.”
The vision of a now naked Alex and Marsha really working me over was too much. My head fell back onto the pillow and my body went stiff as my orgasm ripped through me. Then Marsha went stiff as well as she went over the edge.
Alex nodded approvingly. “That was perfect … exactly what I wanted,” she murmured.
Marsha looked up and smiled “This has been exactly what I’ve wanted for more than a year.” She then leaned over and kissed me as tenderly as one could be kissed. I was in heaven and no longer jealous.
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