Finding Myself Pt. 02

The boa was hooked over the crook of their elbows, before first one hand, then the other, were raised to slide the straps off their shoulders. Every move was graceful, accompanied by confident smiles, before turning to present their back to the camera.

With hips thrust to the side, Lacey reached up and grabbed the top of the zip, sliding it down slowly. It revealed a narrow bra strap, black, standing out starkly against their pale skin, as they looked over their shoulder with a smile.

The great thing was, as Lacey performed this striptease, every move was accompanied with confident smiles, making the process fun - as if being performed for a lover, rather than a camera. It was a fascinating blend of stripping and undressing. More structured and sexy than one, less overtly sexual than the other.

Lacey shrugged the dress to their hips, where it was held in place by the waistband and the slight swell of their body. The boa was pulled back up to their shoulders after a couple of poses with it across their back, and they grabbed the waistband.

This time, instead of letting the dress fall, they slid it slowly and gently down their thighs, to their calves and over their feet. They bent from the waist, showing small black knickers - a triangle over their bum, up to a single strip of elastic round their waist.

There was no question about the femininity of the figure. The gentle swell of narrow hips made it very clear. They fell into a couple of poses, boa stretched behind their back, before turning in increments, allowing side views before facing forwards.

Lacey's breasts were small, but very definitely evident, contained in the triangles of the bra. The hard points of nipples were clearly visible. It was, without question, like watching a short supermodel. Brenda had applied make-up to highlight Lacey's cheekbones and electrifying eyes, and with short hair styled in a feminine manner now, the contrast to the male identity was stark.

I guessed that this performance had been researched and choreographed, and there was a definite grace and elegance as Lacey posed and slipped from stance to stance, using the boa as a clever prop, either to conceal, or to enhance.

Now they turned again, boa over shoulders and hooked through the crook in their elbows as they unfastened the bra. Turning again, Lacey hid their breasts, holding the bra cups in place with one arm, while the other shrugged off the strap, then swapped. With one arm concealing their nipples, the bra was pulled free, before being held aside and dropped to the floor.

Change now, the boa concealing, while the arms move freely, finally allowing teasing glimpses of nipple - seemingly accidental, but unconcerned - still the total, almost casual confidence.

Then the boa was hooked back, breasts fully bared as Lacey smiled sweetly. Their nipples were fully erect, as long and prominent as I remembered, with very small areolae surrounding them. I had seen topless pictures of famous models, and the likeness was striking, once again. It was a definite feature of small-breasted women.

For the first time, I spotted the scarring across their stomach. I guessed that Brenda had applied make-up. I knew Lacey wore the scars like a badge of honour, symbolising their suffering, but this was not about that. This was about glamour, and it was crucial that their body look as perfect as possible. Brenda had done well.

Now comfortably topless, Lacey began to slide off their knickers. They began with their back to us, showing their tight bum, revealing all as they bent forward, before standing and facing us, the small slit between their thighs very evident. Once again, posing with the boa was hugely effective, before it was finally cast aside, revealing Lacey in all their glory.

A final pose, like a gymnast finishing a vault, and the whole 'set-piece' was complete.

I had stripped for the camera many times, but never as gracefully as this. Nor with the confident expressions. It had been a wonderful display. Immediately after, Lacey flopped.

"I'm knackered," they informed us, "it's hard work. Not the undressing, the face and attitude. It's constant performance."

Brenda strode over and embraced her naked partner, moving them gently to the bed. They kissed, before Lacey looked up, realising for the first time, it seemed, that they were naked in a room with three fully clothed people. There was no embarrassment, just, it seemed, a realisation of the absurdity of the situation. As if to confirm this, they giggled.

"Well," they whispered, "if I'm going to sit here with everything on show, I'm not going to be the only one. Keep taking photos."

Lacey hooked their fingers under Brenda's t-shirt and lifted it over her head, still kissing, before diving to the button of her jeans. Brenda stood as the zip was unfastened, and they slipped down her legs, leaving Brenda in underwear. As Brenda sat again, the two of them kissing deeply, Lacey deftly unhooked her bra, not needing to break the kiss to remove it.

Finally, Brenda was pushed back on the bed, legs across Lacey's thighs, as the final item was deftly removed, leaving them both naked.

"There," nodded Lacey, "now I'm not the only one. I want to fuck now."

As the couple lay on the bed, kissing deeply, preparing to make love in whichever ways they had discovered, Josh handed me his camera, while he busied himself with another camera and a tripod, setting it to take automatic photos.

It was fascinating to watch the roles the two lovers took. Brenda pushed Lacey back gently, and I watched my friend bury her face between their thighs. I positioned myself to get the best photos, and focused on Brenda's lapping tongue, and her fingers thrusting deep into Lacey's wet hole.

I guessed that since we last saw them, they had been practising, as Lacey was soon bucking and sighing as they achieved orgasm. Brenda continued licking and thrusting until Lacey gently nudged her head aside. At that point, my friend looked up, licking her fingers lewdly.

Josh had been notable by his absence, but suddenly appeared, carrying several sex toys - dildos, vibrators, strap-ons and nipple clamps featuring among them.

Brenda gazed at them, first selecting nipple clamps, then a strap-on. She offered Josh some nipple clamps.

"Can you out these on Lacey, while I put this on?" She asked, selecting a strap-on some seven inches long.

Quickly, she strapped herself in, inserting one piece inside herself as she did. The strap-on was a clever device, which worked as both a surrogate penis, and clitoral stimulator, so as Brenda fucked Lacey, so she would get turned on.

Once she was ready, she stood over her partner, who lay back on the bed with their legs wide. Brenda placed the head of the fake cock on Lacey's wet pussy, and entered them - first gently, then ramming the last few inches firmly home. She began to thrust, kneeling upright, her hands rubbing Lacey's clit, occasionally drifting up to pull on the nipple clamps.

Lacey was incredibly sensitive, following their climax, and quickly began sighing and moaning, now teasing her own nipples, as Brenda herself started to gasp. With a strangled cry, Brenda suddenly stopped, thrust deep inside, and I realised she had reached her own climax, not bucking and bouncing, but with her body rigid, like Josh when he came.

I had continued taking photographs, and suddenly became aware of Josh behind me. He reached around my waist, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs, along with my panties. I knew he was desperate to make love to me, so I laid the camera aside and rested my arms on the bed.

He had no problem entering me. I was very wet and ready for him, desperate to have him inside me, without all of our usual foreplay. He started to withdraw his length, then pushed forward again, beginning to establish our familiar rhythm.

Beside us, after a short break, Brenda and Lacey were preparing to continue their own activities. Brenda still wore her strap-on, but now Lacey, too wore one. Replicating my position, Brenda bent over the bed beside me, the piece of her own surrogate cock still inside her, while Lacey stood behind, this time entering her slowly, anally, as she gasped with pleasure.

We looked at one another, exchanging secret smiles as only friends can do, recognising that our friendship now had a deep bond which few actually achieved.

I was slightly jealous, in fact, that she was enjoying this double penetration, as it was quite a preference of mine, and I suspect that Josh read my mind. He withdrew from my soaking hole, and reached across, grabbing a vibrator and handing it to me.

I knew I would need to be careful, as he entered my back passage. My bum was very tight, he said, and added to vibrations from the toy in my pussy, it would be far too easy to make him finish far too quickly. Then I would need to wait to wait until he was ready again.

This would be no problem in terms of my own satisfaction - doing this would bring me to a very rapid climax - but I wanted to ensure that he could pace himself for whatever else might be to follow.

The smiles between myself and Brenda soon changed to more glazed looks. We began uttering small sighs, as we approached our orgasms, until suddenly, and quickly, we both emitted ecstatic groans - hers louder than mine - as we achieved our orgasms almost simultaneously. I suppose, being as close as we had always been, cumming together was predictable.

Josh withdrew from me, as Lacey withdrew from Brenda. I was rolled on to my back, legs wide on the edge of the bed as Josh dropped to his knees, licking me vigorously, leaving the vibrator in place to assist his eager tongue.

Brenda stood, and both she and Lacey removed the strap-ons, before Lacey was pushed onto the bed and Brenda performed in a similar way to Josh, just using a dildo rather than a vibrator to stimulate them internally.

I realised that, unlike the others in the room, I was still clothed on my upper half, and rapidly stripped, desperate to be as naked as everyone else (Josh must have finished stripping while behind me).

I looked at Lacey, who smiled at me and reached across tentatively to touch my boobs. I smiled back, welcoming the touch, despite the peculiar angle, lying back further to make my nipples more accessible. I would have returned the touch, but as Lacey still wore nipple clamps, I felt it would be superfluous.

This time Lacey and I orgasmed together - second time for both of us, and both, I was certain, feeling extremely sensitive. In some ways, I was jealous of this other couple - both could orgasm as often as they wanted without needing a break for more.

I reflected on this, knowing that despite Josh's need to rest after he came, he always brought me to orgasm, was happy to lick me or finger me after he had cum, and had no objection to me bringing myself to orgasm. I knew they were lucky, but there was no need for me to complain. I could orgasm as much as I wanted - and everyone needs a rest from time to time.

As Lacey and Brenda swapped, so did we. I licked the length of Josh's cock, as Brenda watched, flickering my tongue over his balls and back up his shaft before drawing the head into my mouth. He began thrusting in and out, fucking my mouth in the way I liked. I loved it when he almost made me gag on his semen.

Suddenly he stopped, and although I continued moving, he put a hand on my head.

I looked up, and he nodded toward Brenda, then bent down to whisper in my ear.

"I think someone's jealous. D'you want me to give Brenda a turn?"

I smiled and nodded, gently stroking myself as he presented his erection to Brenda. She engulfed it hungrily, sucking him rapidly and vigorously.

For a few seconds, I just stroked myself, enjoying watching the three of them - then I saw an opportunity.

Lacey was on their knees, bum in the air, head between Brenda's legs. Their pussy looked very wet, very swollen and very needy.

I selected another dildo, and moved behind them. Lying on my back underneath, head supported by a pillow, I brought my mouth up, slipping my tongue between their puffy lips and locating a very hard, engorged clitoris. Then I moved my hand to locate their slippery hole and push in the dildo. With my spare hand, I masturbated.

With all four of us connected like this, orgasms became almost a ripple down the line - Brenda, Lacey and I all enjoying the heady heights of our pleasure - only Josh held back - somehow.

We kept going for what seemed an age - until my neck was sore - and finally fell apart. All three with female parts were exhausted, pussies swollen and slippery - in need of rest, to return to more normal dimensions. Josh looked ready to explode.

Brenda was breathing heavily, as if she had just run a sprint, as she asked:

"Could we do the same as last time with Josh? We loved watching, as neither of us can do what he does - and we want to taste him again. Is that OK?"

I looked at Josh, who nodded, and agreed happily. This time, however, I would finish him with my hand, and let the two of them share the outcome.

Josh lay back on the bed, while Lacey and Brenda lay either side, their heads framing his cock. For a while, I left them to it, watching as they ran their tongues along his shaft, and took turns sucking him, moving up and down as they had seen me do. I thought, at one point, that my input would be unnecessary.

After some efforts on behalf of our friends, I decided to move in. I squatted over Josh's face, so that he could lick me, and took him in hand. I wanked him slowly at first, allowing my own pleasure to build, as he tongued me, and pulled my bum cheeks wide apart with his hands.

As my pleasure mounted, I stroked more quickly, building to my greatest speed as I was about to orgasm. And as I came, so did he. I did my best to share his spurts between the two willing mouths, but as tremors consumed me, and concentration wavered, I know that some of the cum splashed on hair and faces instead. Not that anyone seemed to mind.

We lay together, happily sated. My pussy felt tired. It was an odd sensation, but one I was used to. A gradual move from intense sensitivity to numbness - although, I suspect, it would take very little to become sensitive again.

We chatted for a while, laughing together, handling each other's bodies in an almost clinical way, and were still lying there when the front door opened and we heard Debbie pounding up the stairs.

There was frenzied action as everyone tried to find their clothing, and even as Debbie burst through the door, Brenda was still in her underwear, I was topless and Josh was still pulling on his jeans. Lacey had been quicker than the rest of us - maybe their clothes were looser - but they forgot to remove the nipple clamps, which showed prominently through their t-shirt.

Debbie looked at each of us, especially focusing on the outlined clamps beneath Lacey's t-shirt.

"Bloody hell," she muttered, "I miss all the fun. Next time, invite me, for fuck's sake."

She closed the door behind her, none too gently, and we collapsed in fits of giggles.

We sorted our clothing out properly, and rather reluctantly, before returning to the comfortable chat which made us friends. I was delighted. I had believed I was leaving Brenda behind, and feared that my sexual epiphany might break us up ultimately, but I was wrong. Instead, my awakening had moved her on, discovering not just sex, but her own sexuality, which previously had not even been a consideration.

Our next week would be busy. Not only were we sorting out Josh's flat - a whole new twist on the concept of a 'studio flat', but we would be publicising the business and getting started. Josh already had three shoots booked, and the promise of more to come.

Josh's phone pinged, and he read the message.

"It's Marcus. Him and Celeste are going to be nearby next week, visiting her cousin and his wife. They wanna know if we can get together. Celeste wants a proper shoot, apparently. What d'you think?"

I didn't have to think twice. The lovely couple who we met at a beauty spot close to Josh's house, and who had drawn us into a wonderful outdoor sexual experience would always be welcome. From the sound of it, they were after more than just drinks and a meal as well. I agreed quickly.

This time, my phone pinged. It was mum. I had to read the message twice. First to understand what she was asking, then once more to make sure I had read it correctly. I turned to Josh.

"Umm... I don't know how you're going to feel about this, but mum wants you to do a shoot." Josh's face fell, and I saw his mind racing to conclusions. Then he relaxed a little - maybe it was just a portrait. I went on quickly.

"She wants you to do a shoot for her work. A Christmas calendar." Josh relaxed. "They want to do a sexy calendar featuring the office staff, to be sold for charity."

Josh paled - the idea of my mum, sitting naked before him, holding a couple of iced buns in front of her boobs must have terrified him. He began to stammer, just as my phone pinged again.

"Ah - she says not her. Apparently she thinks you'd find it a bit embarrassing. Six other girls at the office are willing to do it, and they want it done soon, so they've got plenty of time. Four months should be fine."

Clearly, Josh still felt uncomfortable, so I encouraged him. This would be great. Not only might he pick up more work from it, but there might be local media coverage. Eventually, he nodded.

"I'd better call Marie," Josh mumbled, "tell her I need to be in there as soon as possible."

Grabbing his phone, he made the call. I tuned out, thinking about the potential of our new venture - not just financially, but as a source of endless fun and pleasure. As he finished the call, I turned to him.

"They can clear it today, and we can get in tomorrow," he informed me. "They love the calendar idea, and want to do one themselves - a promotional one. They'll pay me for it, my name's gonna be on every copy. Shit. I hope I'm up to this."

"Well," I soothed him, stroking his thigh, and resting my hand on his penis, "for a start, it's 'us', not just you."

I unzipped him, slipping my hand into his jeans and feeling him stiffen. "And I think we'll be fine."

I pulled out his member, stroking the shaft gently, but firmly. "If nothing else, it's something to get our teeth into."

I bent forward, nipping the head of his cock, gently with my teeth. "We'll just have to suck it and see."