Nature of Erotica

That got her attention.

"Uh oh," she said, looking back up at me. "This sounds serious."

"I'm afraid it has to be."

She got up and put on the bathrobe supplied with the hotel room. I was secretly relieved. It was going to be difficult enough to say my piece without having the distraction of her beautiful nude body within touching distance. I got dressed again to offer her similar consideration.

"OK," she said. "I'm ready." She seemed to be handling my request to talk with a lot of maturity. That was a relief as well.

"I want to say again how much I loved last night," I began. "I don't regret it at all. We shared something really beautiful, and no one can take that away from us. I would love it if we could spend more nights together like that."

"I would love that too. So much."

"Yeah. I thought you would. But, please understand... we have to be very careful about where we go from here. You're an incredible young woman and I don't want to see you get hurt. I'll always care for you. I'll always be your friend, or father figure, or whatever you want to call me. But I could see us being more. Truth is, I could easily see myself falling in love with you."

"Oh Chris! You don't know how happy it makes me to hear you say that! I'm definitely falling in love with you!"

Oh boy.

"Tamara, I'm honoured. I truly am. But it's not that simple."

"Why not? You almost sound like falling in love with me is a bad thing."

I had to be so careful here. I was treading on very shaky ground.

"No, it's definitely not a bad thing, believe me! Being in love with a woman your age, especially someone like you, is the absolute dream for every guy my age. It's not me I'm worried about in this situation. It's you."

"Why worry about me? You definitely know by now I'm not a little kid! I'm old enough to choose who I fall in love with."

"But you are still so young. You have your whole life ahead of you. There must be many goals you have, many things you want to accomplish in life. I feel I'd be selfishly holding you back if you abandon all that just to be with me."

"I don't have to abandon all my goals. I can delay some of them, or change them a little. Whatever it takes if it means we can still be together."

"You say that so easily now. But I'm sure you have things you really want out of life, like travelling, or having children, or who knows what else, and those could be things that I'm just not prepared to give you."

"You can't know for sure. Maybe you'll surprise yourself. You might be more willing and able to give me those things than you think."

"Well one thing I certainly can't give you is the chance to be with someone your own age. We're from different generations and have different points of view on a lot of things. You don't think you'd prefer to be with someone younger than me?"

"Age is just a number, Chris. It doesn't make a difference to me. All I care about is the person. Almost all the guys I've met my age are so immature! I'd much rather be with you than one of them."

"You're not concerned about the age difference? You wouldn't be concerned by people in our neighbourhood, or your friends at university, or whoever else, talking about us if we start dating? You're not concerned people will think you're a gold digger, or worse?"

"Please! That's the LAST thing I'd be concerned about. I want to be with you, and whoever doesn't like it can go to hell!"

Damn. She was doing it again. Just like she did last night. Turning all my arguments on their head, leaving me without a leg to stand on. Leaving me seemingly little choice but to break her heart now, or break her heart later.

"What about your mother?" I asked.

Finally, I found it. One potential chink in her armor. She thought about the question for a long time, before responding with one simple statement.

"I don't know."

"She'd probably freak out, wouldn't she?"

"Yeah. She would."

That silenced her for a while. I guessed it left her thinking about a big picture beyond just the two of us that she hadn't seen before. Or about how to convince Evelyn to accept me as her lover and future husband. One of the two.

I couldn't wait any longer. I had to make my point clear now, or risk the consequences.

"Tamara, I want to ask you something, and I want you to be completely honest. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, I will. I promise."

"Good. You said you thought for a long time about what it would be like to have sex with me. Did you spend any time thinking about what would happen afterwards?"

She thought some more. Then she sighed and shook her head. "Not really. When I did, I... god, this is so embarrassing..."

"Don't be embarrassed. Whatever you say, I'll understand."

"OK. I... just assumed we'd magically fall in love, get married and live happily ever after."

I couldn't help but smile. Tamara was so mature for her years in most ways, but so naïve in others. It was making this discussion very difficult, but there was still something endearing about how she lived this dichotomy.

"Thank you. That was brave of you to admit. Now I need you to promise me two more things."

"What are they?"

"First, I want you to think about us. I mean, really think about whether us being together is the best thing for you. It's easy for you now to say age doesn't matter, but twenty or thirty years later you might sing a different tune, and I wouldn't blame you. Also, being lovers is a different kind of relationship than what we've had up to now. Who's to say if we'll be compatible that way? Outside of the bedroom, I mean, 'because I think we've established we're good there!"

She blushed and smiled at that. I couldn't help but smile back.

"The second thing?" she asked.

"Yes, right... the second thing is, keep your mind open to other possibilities. Other guys. If someone else much closer to your own age asks you out, don't just automatically say no because of me. Get to know him, as much as you can. If he shows promise, go on a date with him. See if there's anything there. See if he respects you and knows how to treat you right. You never know, maybe it's meant to be for you to end up with someone else other than me."

"But... wouldn't that hurt you, if I fell in love with someone else and had to let you go?"

"It would hurt me a great deal. Probably would be the most painful thing I'd ever have to do. But I just want you to be happy and make the most out of your life. If it means you have to be with someone else to be truly happy, then I'll live with that."

She considered my request for what seemed like a very long time. She finally nodded and gave me her answer.

"One of the things people keep telling me about being a university student is that it's a place and time when I should broaden my horizons. I wonder if they had something like this in mind.

"Anyway... I understand what you're saying. My answer is yes. I'll do as you ask. Not because I have any great desire to, because right now I can't see wanting or loving anyone else but you. But I care about you enough to respect your wishes. So, because you've asked me to, I'll keep an open mind when it comes to other guys my age, and if I meet one that has promise, I'll give him a chance."

"Thank you. That's all I can ask of you."

"You're welcome. But, I should warn you, there's a catch!"

I smiled. "Of course. I should have known. There's always a catch!"

"That's right! If I'm going to do these two things for you, you have to do three things for me."

"Three things?! Damn, you women are so demanding!"

A thin, playful smile formed on her face. It was oddly reassuring that, even during a serious conversation, we could still joke around a little.

"I don't know about anyone else, but I AM demanding, and you better not forget it!"

"Fine. Tell me what you need from me."

"One... and I can't believe I'm actually saying this... but I have to be fair to you, too. If I'm to consider other guys, then you should consider other women as well. You're too good a man and have too much life in you to totally give up on love like you have. And don't tell me you haven't given up, because I know you too well and I can see it!

"Anyway, I highly doubt I'm the only one who is capable of appreciating you and falling in love with you. I won't lie, I'd feel really jealous, and a part of me would die inside seeing you with someone else. But if she's the right one for you, if she loves you and makes you happy, then I'll accept it and support your decision.

"Two, I want YOU to keep an open mind when it comes to us. You need to accept there's a good chance that, after I've thought about other guys and my future and everything else, I'll decide that I love you and only you. If that happens, and you're still unattached, then I hope you would pledge your love to me and only me. I agree it would be a challenge to get my mom onside with our relationship, but with your help I'll figure out a way. And I won't give a damn about what anyone else thinks or says. I'll have you, and we'll find a way to make everything work, and that's all that will matter to me."

"OK. That's all reasonable. I promise I will follow your wishes."

"Good. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Thanks for planning out my possible future, by the way. It will save me having to do it."

"Smartass!"

"Guilty as charged. Now, what's the third thing?"

Tamara grinned and removed the bathrobe, once more treating me to the sight of her naked body. She slid into bed, under the covers, next to me and kissed me before giving her third directive.

"Not a single word or thought about the future for the rest of this week. There are lots of things we have to figure out when we get back home. I know that, and I know you know that. But we'll deal with that stuff later. From this moment until our return flight lands, it's just you and me, we're far away from home, and we're going to take advantage of that and enjoy every single minute we have together. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal. And that's an order I'm only too happy to follow."

"Awesome! Though... there is something I need to add."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I think we'll have to wait 'til tomorrow for full-on sex," she said. "I'm pretty sore down there."

I smirked. "Now that you mention it, I can't say I'm surprised. I gave that little kitty of yours a pretty good workout last night!"

"That you did!" Tamara laughed. She then sat next to me and undid my pants. She wrapped her hand around my hardening cock and whispered in my ear.

"But that doesn't mean there aren't other things we can do to pass the time."

I let out a slow rumbling growl and engaged her in a long, languid, lovers' kiss.

*******

Eventually, we got out of bed and took a shower.

Together, naturally.

We never did leave her hotel room that day. Other than covering up when our room-service meals were delivered, we spent the whole day and night gloriously naked.

It was a wonderful day of us just being with each other and enjoying simple pleasures, like cuddling together, talking about love and life in general, and kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.

I also spent a lot of time sampling her beautiful breasts, rubbing her clit and licking her sweet pussy to several orgasms. In return she indulged me with lengthy and spectacular climaxes, with her hand and with her talented, dirty mouth. I half-jokingly pressed my luck before we fell asleep in each other's arms and asked for another go, but she said no, claiming I needed to pace myself in order to keep up with her for the rest of the week.

She was right, of course.

Tamara received two calls on her cell phone that night. The first was from Evelyn. Tamara spent a lot of time talking to her mother, easing her mind regarding the shoot with Mike. She told Evie he was nothing but a gentleman and the whole experience was memorable and exactly what she hoped it would be. She also spoke excitedly about how much fun we had yesterday visiting the Zoo, conveniently leaving out the rest of last night's and today's activities.

She then passed the phone to me.

"I'm not saying I don't trust Tamara," Evelyn said, "but I need to hear it from you. Did this Mike guy give her any trouble?"

"None," I answered. "Like she said, he was a perfect gentleman."

"OK. Good. What about you? Are you taking good care of her?"

I gulped. That phrase had a double meaning now that wasn't there before.

"Yes I am, Evelyn. She's safe with me."

We soon said our goodbyes. I hung up the phone and winced when Tamara wasn't looking. Maybe it wasn't an out-and-out lie, but I did stretch the truth to Evelyn. It was a lie of omission. I did not tell her the whole story about how I was 'taking care' of her daughter.

Even though the arrangement with Tamara was making me very happy now, and potentially would continue to do so well into the future, part of me still felt the guilt and pain of not being truthful to my friend. I suspected that I would soon need to lie frequently to Evelyn in order to keep any sexual relationship I had with Tamara secret for as long as we needed to. I also suspected that each subsequent lie would be easier for me to tell. That didn't exactly make me feel better, either.

It was likely that sometime down the road I'd have to choose between my best friend and my lover. Hell of a choice, that. Especially when the two were mother and daughter.

If it came down to that, however, I knew which one I'd choose.

An hour or so after Evelyn's call, Mike was on the phone. Tamara set her cell on speaker so I could also hear the conversation.

"You two still decided to stay in town for a few more days, right?" he asked.

"Yes, we did," Tamara replied. "Why do you ask?"

"I really would love it if you would agree to shoot another day of content. Your work was so amazing that I couldn't wait to tease your arrival. I've already pieced together a preview clip and posted it to the site yesterday. You would not believe the response just in these last 24 hours. You're already attracting a huge buzz, Tamara!"

"Really? That's awesome!"

"It is! It's a real compliment to you. I've read many e-mails and messages, both from existing members and from new members who signed up just to see your work. If you're already generating this much response now, who knows how much I'll get when I actually release your Nude Day shoot? I know you said this is the only time you'll model for anyone, so if I can get some extra content in my back pocket to satisfy what I'm sure will be a large number of people clamouring for more of you, I want to take advantage of it. It's your choice, but I hope I can convince you to say yes."

Tamara looked in my direction. I just shrugged back at her. It was her call, after all.

"Ah, why not!" she told Mike. "I'll do it!"

We quickly worked out the arrangements and pay structure for Tamara (the same daily rate as the first shoot, which she gladly accepted), and we agreed to meet at his house the next day before lunch time. We'd spend a few minutes reviewing everything else and ensuring the second transfer processed to Tamara's account properly, and then the shoot itself would take place that afternoon.

I asked Mike if he would pick us up or if we needed a taxi. He said neither; he recommended we rent a car if we could, and he directed us to the location of a rental agency near our hotel.

"I can't believe I forgot to use this location the first time around," he said, "but it's a spectacular setting. It's outside the city limits, overlooking the ocean. And the drive to get there is equally spectacular. Trust me."

Everything worked out in our favour. We were able to rent a decent car and Mike gave us good directions to get to his house. When we got there he started the shoot, which he took to calling the Nude Day Extra, in his backyard. He then proceeded to video her walking down the street, fully naked, of course. I briefly wondered if his neighbours would have a problem with this, but decided not to ask.

We ended at the mystery location. Mike was right, both the drive and the setting were spectacular. The road leading us there provided many twists, turns, and views of rocky outcrops and sparkling blue ocean. There was no one around for miles when we got to our destination. Mike told us he discovered it by accident, but it was now his little jewel and he hoped no one else would be lucky enough to find it.

It was now late afternoon on a clear, calm day. The ocean waters gently lapped at the rocky coast below. It was probably about two hours before sunset, and the sun was hanging low on the horizon. It was a picture postcard setting.

Mike said there was enough natural daylight left in the day to complete the last scene. It called for a fully nude Tamara to masturbate in this outdoor locale. In Mike's words, the scene would be "a beautiful woman surrounded by beautiful scenery motif".

I stood off to the side and admired Tamara's nude form while I let them do their thing. Mike started filming and doing the brief intro chat with Tamara, but he stopped part way through. He started again, only to stop a second time.

"What's wrong?" Tamara asked.

"You're supposed to be bright and cheerful and engaging the camera like you did before," Mike answered, "but instead you have this strange, dreamy look on your face. Plus, you keep looking over to the side like there's something over there that you can't stop staring at. It's very distracting."

"Oh," Tamara said, still looking in my direction. "Sorry about that."

A confused Mike followed her gaze until he was looking right at me. That made him even more confused for a while until, finally, the penny dropped.

"Do you mind if I ask you two a question?" he inquired.

We both said we didn't mind.

"That scene where Tamara admitted she fantasized about the same guy every time she masturbated... Chris, are you that guy?"

"Yeah," I said. "I am."

"Mmmm, yes he is!" Tamara voiced her agreement very sexily. She got up from her spot, walked over to me, held me close, kissed me and laid her head on my shoulder. Mike simply smiled and nodded as he watched this scene unfold.

"I thought so," he said to me. "I didn't go into specifics on camera, just in case, of course, but the way she flirted with you, it made me wonder."

"Yeah," I said. "Turns out she had been flirting with me for quite a while."

"You finally noticed, I take it."

"Took me long enough... but yeah, I did."

"So, Tamara, when did you tell him?" Mike asked.

"It was the day after my first shoot with you was done," she responded.

"That's right," I added. "That night... some things happened, and we had to have a pretty serious talk. That's when she told me."

"Looks to me like you did a lot more than talk!" Mike quipped.

"You got that right!" I said with a smile. Tamara giggled and gave me a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.

Mike thought for a moment. "There's something I don't understand. Tamara, you are absolutely gorgeous and irresistible..."

"Thank you!" she said, and she kissed him on the cheek.

"Y-you're w-welcome," he stammered and blushed, before turning his attention back to me. "Anyway, this lovely young lady is flirting hard with you, and for quite some time. Yet you apparently didn't notice. How is that possible?"

"I'll admit, part of it was me being clueless. But I was also in serious denial."

"I can sort of understand being clueless, us guys are often good at that. But what were you in denial about?"

"I didn't think it would ever be possible for Tamara and me to be together."

"Why not?"

"It's... complicated"

"OK... but obviously you've now been 'together', as you put it. So what changed?"

"It's... still complicated. But Tamara has a very... persuasive way about her."