Finding Myself Pt. 03

Finding Myself - Part 3

Less than a month ago, I had been an eighteen year old virgin, just out of school and preparing for Univesity. Now my life has changed so much, I barely recognise myself.

I met my boyfriend, Josh, at my aunt and uncle's house. I fought against their free-thinking, naturist, free-love lifestyle, as Josh had done for most of his life - however, when he and I got together, we found that we both loved sex, and set off on a journey to discover our greatest pleasures.

We began slowly, finding out about one another's bodies, and learning how to bring each other to the height of ecstasy. We had fun with friends of his, and with a couple who we met outdoors.

Since then, we had returned to my home, and Josh had been establishing his photography business - he has a natural talent for images of people - especially when they're naked, and had photographed my sister, Debbie, several friends of hers and my best friend Brenda and her partner, Lacey, who is gender-fluid.

The various photoshoots sometimes moved beyond typical glamour, or 'boudoir', and moved into porn (like Debbie, with her sex toys), or shared sexual activity, with Brenda and Lacey, and Debbie's friend Matt, who is massively endowed, and bi-sexual. Although I had experimented with, and enjoyed lesbianism, Josh had never tried gay sex before, but he did, with bisexual Matt, and while not as keen with his own sex as me, he had not refused to try again.

My fantasy came true - I flashed and exposed myself to a large group of people in a hotel bar, and fully embraced my exhibitionist side, and I had role-played as a sexy witch with Josh, which had been a huge turn on.

There was more - so much more - but if I relive everything now, I will just end up masturbating so much, I'll never continue to the rest of my story.

We were busy - very busy. Josh had been loaned a flat with a studio, where he could set up a photography business. We had two big shoots already, both for calendars. One was for my mum's office - a saucy charity fund-raiser, for which Josh would not charge. The second was promotional, for an advertising agency, and would be paid for. Both were huge opportunities for future work.

We also had to meet our friends from our outdoor sex romp. They were staying with relatives nearby, and had invited us over for a meal and to take some photos of the lovely Celeste, with whom I had sex next to a beauty spot close to Josh's home.

We began the week visiting shops. I had some money, inherited from my grandfather, which I was investing in the photography business, and Josh had been given some money by his parents to help set up his flat. We visited furniture shops and photography stores, along with clothing shops (to buy a basic wardrobe for Josh's models) and fabric shops - photographic backdrops were fine, but a range of textiles would help set the ambience.

The whole of Monday and most of Tuesday were spent choosing, buying and transporting, and on Tuesday afternoon, we started building flat-pack furniture and decorating the studio - as well as sorting out a mobile studio, with backdrops, frames to hold the backdrops, lighting etc.

By Wednesday, when we were due to meet Celeste and Marcus, we were shattered and ready for a break. It was lucky that we were young (Josh had not long passed his twentieth birthday), or the thought of being sociable, producing quality photos - and hopefully having some sexy fun, might have been too much. As it was, the distraction had been very welcome - especially as we had only made love four times over the previous two days (morning and night) - although we still managed to put in the vigorous effort which we enjoyed.

We stopped working an hour after lunch and showered. It seemed almost unfair that I decided to parade in front of Josh totally naked, towelling myself dry, deliberately focusing between my legs, making myself very wet, and settling on the divan which he had bought as a studio prop.

He stripped, ready for his own shower, as he watched me. I teased my nipples to hard points, before spreading my legs and using my fingers to open my pussy. I started to masturbate, watching him get hard, slowly stroking his beautiful, eight-inch member.

"Stop!" I shouted, finger stroking my very evident clitoris. "Don't you dare. I want you firing on all cylinders if Celeste and Marcus want to play."

He stopped, looking like a puppy scolded for chasing its favourite ball. He knew I was right, but watching me tease was just plain cruel.

I giggled, and kept stroking. Josh might have been tempted to help, but seemed to recognise that this was my show. Instead, and to occupy himself, he grabbed a camera. I smiled. He had photographed me many times before like this, but this would be the first time in our new studio.

I continued masturbating, changing position to show my bum - Josh likes my bum. It's firm and toned - like the rest of my body - and plenty of men seem to enjoy it. My breasts, too, often attract attention. I only wear a B cup, but it's enough to give a cleavage, and they are firm and well-shaped.

Having photographed my whole body, Josh zoomed in on my pussy and bum. I knew that on my hands and knees, both holes would be very evident.

I masturbated myself to a very satisfying orgasm, leaving poor Josh rock hard as he entered the shower. I even considered masturbating again in private while he was bathing, but decided that would be self-indulgent. Instead, I dressed.

I was unsure how the evening would go. I knew Marcus and Celeste would be up for some fun, but had no idea about the other two. I slipped into matching bra and panties (black, lacy, Brazilian knickers, to match my pubic hair) and hold-up stockings. Then I wandered around in my underwear, considering what would be appropriate.

I considered a very casual, vest and skirt ensemble, before spotting my little, black dress. It finished just above the knee and had a slit up the side to my thigh, which would show the darker tops of my stockings. It was low at the front, allowing my push-up bra to give me a cleavage, and was very sexy, but classy.

As Josh came out of the shower, still semi-hard, he stared at me before whistling softly.

"You look amazing," he breathed, "sure you don't want to just stay home?"

I laughed, gratified to see that he was getting harder as we spoke. I decided not to reply, but gave a quick twirl and left the room with an exaggerated wiggle, only to walk into my sister, Debbie, who looked me up and down.

"Wherever you're going," she said, "I wanna come too. Only one reason you're dressed like that."

I laughed and briefly explained that we were meeting friends for dinner. She knew there was more to it, but that I would say no more. Eventually, she gave up, telling me to have fun - and not to do anything she wouldn't - which frankly didn't limit me at all.

Although we had only met Marcus and Celeste once, we had bonded instantly, not just for a sexual liaison, but on a personal level, and they greeted us like old friends.

Celeste's cousin and her husband were charming. They lived about five miles from me, in a terraced house with plenty of space and interconnecting rooms which gave a flow to the property from front to back, and meant that we could see directly from the living room, through the dining room and into the kitchen. As such, while they cooked, we could still communicate easily.

The 'dining room' was not the formal space it sounded like. There was no huge table dominating the room, and, in truth, it was more an extension of the living room, with tables to eat off and three comfortable two-seater sofas. Clearly, there was to be very little formality.

Celeste and her cousin, Alesha, were both Jamaican, as was Marcus, and Alesha's husband, Joe, could not have been more contrasting. He was blonde haired, with blue eyes and worked as a teacher in a local school - thankfully not the one I had attended for many years, but a primary school, where he taught eight and nine year old children.

I felt slightly over-dressed, but Marcus's wide eyes as he drank in my cleavage and the expanse of exposed leg, made me feel good. Joe tried to be more subtle, but I knew he was casting sly glances in my direction.

Celeste and Alesha were less subtle.

"Shit, girl," gushed Celeste, "you are man-bait. And woman-bait for that matter. You look amazing."

Alesha looked me up and down, before commenting: "Oh yeah. You sexy as hell. I see why these guys were so keen to meet you again. And you bring this gorgeous man too. I'm in lust already."

It might have been uncomfortable with some people, but they made it fun and amusing, and set the tone for the evening. Things were going to be open and honest and we were all going to enjoy ourselves.

While Marcus and Josh talked about photography, and discussed the shoot Marcus had been asked to do with Celeste, we sat and chatted about how the evening would unfold. The plan was eat first, then Celeste's photoshoot, then, as Alesha put it, see what develops.

The hints were clear, as the cousins giggled together, and I was very confident that sex was on the agenda. With that in mind, I appraised Alesha. She was not tall, and was definitely curvy. Her boobs were generous, and her cleavage dwarfed mine in a scoop-neck vest top. Her bum was shapely and rounded, and wobbled as she walked, twitching from side to side beneath her long, flowing skirt. Her skin was darker than Celeste's, and I was looking forward to seeing how dark her nipples were.

Joe, meanwhile, who flitted around the kitchen and between the two conversations, was a similar height to Marcus and very slim. With his glasses and well-groomed hair, he had a 'nerdy' appeal. I was fascinated to see how his quiet, focused attitude would adapt to group sex, as he seemed almost shy.

Eventually, he came and sat next to me, smiling.

"Sorry. We haven't spoken much. I'm going to let Alesha and Celeste finish serving up the food, so I'll keep you company, if that's ok. It's nice to have a break. Sometimes their brutal honesty can be a bit overpowering."

He grinned, shyly, and I realised he felt the need to make more of a connection before things became more intimate.

"I think Celeste's looking forward to her photoshoot," I smiled, "she seems to enjoy being in front of the camera."

He laughed. "They both love it. They're very close. Apparently they virtually grew up together. Believe me, sometimes their lack of boundaries feels a bit uncomfortable. Alesha loves being in front of the camera too, but we have to be careful with my job. We don't let it stop us having fun - I'm allowed a private life - but we keep it private."

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Alesha's modelling too?"

"I think that's the idea. The way they're talking, I think we all will be at some point."

I think he was hinting, and I was determined to play along, so I looked him straight in the eye.

"That's good. I love posing for Josh. He must have thousands of pics of me. I enjoy people seeing me, provided they're people I like. I'll have to show you some."

He blushed. "I'd love to. What sort of things do you do?"

"Oh. Anything. No limits, really."

He looked down, eyes flickering over my breasts and to my thigh, where my crossed legs made the slit in my dress fall open. He swallowed.

"So you're going to pose too?" I asked.

He chuckled self-consciously. "Oh yes. I actually enjoy it too, though I'm a bit shy at first. A couple of glasses of wine and you won't recognise me."

This time, I looked his body up and down, before whispering, "Well, I'm going to look forward to that."

He looked at me, and we both fell silent. The pause was becoming uncomfortable, when Alesha and Celeste bustled in, carrying plates and dishes piled with food. The Caribbean cooking aromas flooded the room as the tables were filled with a buffet-style feast.

"We didn't know what to cook," explained Alesha, "so we cooked a bit of everything. Recipes handed down from my grandma. The ingredients may not be as good as in Jamaica, but my gran was a talented lady."

We tucked in, loving the rich spices and fresh tastes, loading our plates high and appreciating every mouthful. Eventually, we could eat no more, despite there being plenty left over. I felt almost guilty, but Alesha just smiled, and promised to sort out food parcels for us to take home.

As we sat back, stomachs bloated and needing at least ten minutes to begin digesting, talk turned to the photography.

"We want to use the main bedroom," Celeste explained, "the bed's amazing. Start off with some nice fashion shots and a couple of portraits, then gonna get sexy."

She laughed. "I got some sexy stuff, so gonna wear that - then we get sexier. After that... feel free to join in. I gotta get changed."

She disappeared upstairs, and we followed soon after, ready to help Josh set up his lighting and get an idea of the 'studio' he was working in.

The main bedroom was, indeed, amazing. Alesha and Joe had combined two rooms to make a large, open space. The bed was huge, an old four-poster, with curtains draped around the heavy, oak pillars. It was dressed with white silk bedding, and looked as if it was designed for sex - certainly, with the work that had gone into it, Alesha and Joe must have planned to spend a huge amount of time there.

Lights were set up and Josh prepared his lenses - a prime lens with a short focal length for portraits, a more flexible, zoom lens for wider shots, and a wide angle lens to capture the whole bed when required. Everything was set, including the audience, when Celeste reappeared.

The portraits were done first, to get them out of the way, then Celeste began posing. She wore traditional clothing from the Caribbean, and some things reflecting her African heritage, the bright, myriad colours making the room instantly full of life. A blank wall opposite the bed provided a backdrop as Celeste sparkled, and I felt Josh would be producing a magnificent fashion shoot.

Then the lingerie - a range of camis, bras and panties, corsets, stockings and suspenders in reds and purples, ranging from romantic and pretty to downright raunchy. The sexual tension in the room was definitely rising.

I glanced at the other observers. Marcus and Alesha gazed on with open pride, recognising that Celeste was truly gorgeous, and knowing that Josh should be producing a stunning set of images. Joe had, as he told me, become more confident. He looked on with an almost analytical interest. I searched for any predatory undertones, but there were none. He seemed to appreciate Celeste as a work of art, genuinely seeing beauty, rather than pure lust.

What stood out, above all, was that no-one felt the need to objectify or see Celeste as purely an object of lust. They genuinely appreciated her. I liked that. Men who saw sexy women as fair game for sex and treated them as such were anathema to me - although it was definitely fun to watch them with their tongues hanging out as they realised that they had no chance.

Celeste was wearing matching, yellow bra and panties, tied at the sides, rather like a bikini, but made from satin and way too brief for most beaches (the knickers being a tiny thong, and the halter-neck bra two small triangles, through which her erect nipples protruded). She looked first at Alesha, then at me.

"You girls gonna come help me?" She asked.

Alesha took a step forward, but I paused, unsure what she wanted.

She clarified. "Come on, girl, get up here and take these things off me. Time to get sexy."

I thought she wanted to do some nude poses alone, but perhaps not. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling to her left, while Alesha knelt to the right.

Alesha undid the bow at Celeste's neck, while I pulled the string at the back. Celeste grabbed her breasts, holding the fabric in place, before slowly dropping one hand, then the other, exposing her wonderful orbs. Her breasts were large, and bounced freely, but less than my sister's. Her areolae were wide and dark against her mocha skin, with long, erect nipples standing proudly - rather like mine were.

"Always love your boobs," commented Joe, surprising me. Clearly, he had seen them before, and now his shyness seemed to have evaporated completely. Evidently, he was just a slow starter.

Celeste posed topless for a few shots, before Alesha and I dropped our hands to the knots at her waist.

As before, we pulled simultaneously, unfastening the knickers as Celeste dropped her hand to hold the small triangle of fabric in place. Finally, she dropped the material, and began to pose, now fully nude, as we flanked her - a progression of skin tones, from Alesha's dark skin, through the coffee colour of Celeste, to my pale flesh. I was tanned, and naturally darker than Joe's lighter tones, but against the beautiful skin tones of the other women, I worried that I might look anaemic.

"OK," Celeste directed, "in a row. Me at the back, then Jen, then Alesha. I strip Jen, Jen strip Alesha.

I loved it. The three fully clothed men looking on, as I lifted Alesha's vest over her head, exposing an over-flowing bra, full of wobbling, jiggly breast, and a small extra roll above her skirt. Celeste unfastened my dress and pulled it open, exposing my underwear.

I felt almost inadequate between two such well-endowed women, even with my bra pushing my B-cup tits together, but I heard Marcus comment: "See, Joe, told you Jen has perfect boobies."

As we undressed each other, Alesha and Celeste whispered comments. As Celeste cupped my boobs, she whispered: "Love your tits. So firm. I gonna lick them good." Alesha told me to "grab a good handful - plenty to go round."

Clearly, this was all part of the fun, so I joined in. "Your boobs are amazing Alesha. So smooth and soft." It felt a bit inadequate, but it was a start.

Celeste slipped my dress off as I knelt up for her, whispering about my lingerie and commenting on my wet pussy as her hand dropped between my legs. In front of me, Alesha knelt up, letting me slide her skirt off, showing her substantial buttocks, either side of her thong. Although her backside was large, it was smooth, not puckered and dimpled like Debbie's, and I ran my hands over her cheeks, whispering about the magnificent swellings.

My bra fastened at the front, so to give Celeste easy access, I leaned back, feeling the soft pillows of her breasts, and the hard nubs in the middle against my skin. She unfastened me, and as my bra fell away, her hands cupped my breasts, hiding my nipples from the watching men, and massaging gently.

I unfastened Alesha and moved my hands forwards, grabbing her boobs as they dropped, so that all three of us were in a line, two holding bare breasts while the other leaned in. The photos would be a wonderful tease - all of us barely covered, yet so obviously topless.

"Follow my moves," whispered Celeste, as she slid her hands across, allowing my nipples to poke between her fingers. I did as she said, feeling Alesha's large, rock hard nubs slide across my hand and pop through. Her nipples were not as long as mine or Celeste's, but what they lacked in length, they more than made up for in diameter.

Celeste pinched - hard - making me jump and cry out in pain and passion. I did the same to Alesha, and was gratified when she leaned back and breathed, "oh yeah". For a while, we played with nipples, tweaking, pulling and twisting. Celeste was quite rough - just how I like it - so I did the same to Alesha, who seemed to adore it.

Slowly, we slid our hands down, finally our breasts were fully exposed, as we slipped down, finally reaching the waistbands of our knickers. Again, Celeste, Alesha and I knelt up. With slow, synchronised movements, our knickers were slipped down, revealing three shaved pussies. We knelt again, this time spreading our thighs.