First Tuesday

"I know, but I also know you feel the same way. Don't you?"

"Yes I do. It's impulsive, but..."

"Fantastic!"

The months that followed were all as wonderful as the first weeks. I still had my house and we traveled there regularly to make sure nothing had happened and all the bills were paid. The days at the beach were great all the time. It would have been impossible for me to pick my favorite times. The mornings started like a faire tail story with me wrapped in Kate's arms with the golden glow of the morning sunlight and the evenings ended with the setting sun and the twinkle of the stars and lights of ships offshore.

As winter started, the storms began to roll up and down the coast. The waves were high and broke hard over the shoreline and against the bluffs like the orgasms over our bodies. It was fun to watch the lightning off the coast and listen to the crash of the waves. We would sit naked in front of the roaring fire, wrapped in a soft wool blanket, and watch the storms through the large window. We would make each other roar too.

The book was finished in early January and Kate had the 50 prints already framed, packed, and shipped for the first show at the 'Images' gallery.

It was opening night and I don't know why I'd never thought about how everyone would know I was the subject of the pictures. I felt fine having had Kate take pictures of me, but somehow that was just the two of us. Now many strangers were be looking at the photographs, then at me, all having seen very personal parts of me. Suddenly I was slightly embarrassed. I tried to reassure myself that I really did enjoy having people look at me. Things started well, then I overheard two women talking with Kate. I didn't know how long they had been talking or what they had already said.

"Where did you find such a wonderful subject? She is so lovely," one woman remarked.

"Some of these make me very wet between my legs," another said.

"Let me introduce you to Abby." Kate motioned me to come over.

I shook my head back and forth and she continued to motion to me. Finally she led the two women to where I was.

"This is the love of my life, Abby. She is the lovely woman in all the pictures."

As Kate talked, more people turned and stood in the crowd that was forming around me. I thought my head would explode from all the wonderful remarks everyone was making about me, how delicious my pussy looked, how they wished theirs looked as good, what they would be doing tonight as they thought about the photographs. By the end of the evening, all of the books had been sold, orders for more placed, and orders placed for most of the photographs. One person even placed an order for five photographs, for their bedroom they said. It didn't take a math major to know how much money that person had just spent for pictures of me, for their bedroom no less.

It was a few weeks later that we were flying to New York City for the second show. A woman stopped next to our row and leaned over close to us.

"Aren't you the woman in Kate Johnson's new book?"

I looked up at her and whispered, "Yes."

"I bought it at the show at the 'Images' recently. You are such an inspiration to me, to all women our age."

"Thank you." I looked over and saw Kate was asleep. I pointed towards her. "That's Kate."

"There was such a large crowd around both of you that I didn't get to say hello. Again, thanks."

We arrived in New York a day early and I talked Kate into letting me treat us to a suite at the Plaza that overlooked Central Park. We strolled through Times Square, went to the International Center of Photography, ate at the Tavern on the Green, went to see the play 'Les Miserables', and then back to the room. We stood, she in back of me, her arms around my waist, her lips kissing my neck, as we looked out the window at the lights of city. For the next few days it would be our city.

The rest of the night was spent rolling around the king-sized bed searching for any un-kissed places. There were none found so we enjoyed kissing everywhere once again. It was a night of gentle passion, of gentle touches, and wonderful licks. The orgasms were subdued, more pleasurable, and more relaxed. It was a night of love, a night between lovers.

The reactions at the shows in New York City and the other cities were all the same. I was overwhelmed, but Kate kept saying it was just what she expected. It was all so new to me, though by the last showing I was starting to be used to my new 'fame'.

I sold my house; there was no reason to keep it since I was living full time with Kate at the studio. The first and second books with photographs of me were all a huge success and going into their third or fourth printings. Many of the people buying them were women our age. I could just imagine the coffee tables around the world covered with the books. There were times I could hardly keep from rolling on the floor laughing at the thought. I did love rolling on the floor with Kate making love to her as we often did in front of a roaring fire on a cool coastal evenings or out by the rock under a starlit night.