C12 (10-End)
Once Andrew had finished ejaculating and Chloe had finished photographing him, she put her camera down. Andrew hung limply from the cross. Chloe looked at him shyly, surprised at herself for what she had done. She quickly crouched down and undid the straps around his ankles, conscious of the drops of his cum on the floor, then she reached up to untie his wrists. Her naked breasts were pressing against his chest as she did this. She found herself wanting to know just how desirable he had found her. "So why didn't you try something yesterday? You saw how wet I was."
"I couldn't," he replied. "You know what they said in class about power dynamics and stuff. I couldn't do anything while we were working together."
She looked him in the eye. "I've got all the photos I need now. We aren't officially working together any more, if that makes any difference."
Andrew paused just briefly, then he kissed her urgently. She melted into his arms which wrapped tightly around her. She felt herself being lifted up and carried to her work table. He put her down only long enough to reposition his hands under her arms. He broke off the kiss so that he could lift her onto the table, then he immediately stooped down to put his mouth around a nipple, quickly switching back and forth between the two like every man who wished he had two heads for this purpose. Chloe ran her fingers through his hair as she delighted in the pleasure he was giving her.
Andrew suddenly pulled away and looked around. He took a couple of steps and picked her dress up off the floor. He folded it a few times and put it on the table behind her. She got the message when he gently pushed her backwards, getting her to lie back and rest her head on the pillow he had just fashioned for her. She felt him tugging at her panties. Because her legs were hanging off the end of the table, she had to lift her legs up high to make it easy for him. Once he pulled her panties off over her feet, he rested her legs on his shoulders. Within seconds his tongue was on her pussy.
Chloe had read a number of erotic stories online that had a woman receiving oral sex, and she liked the ones where the guy started slowly, planting kisses along the inside of the woman's thighs, building anticipation. But given the way the anticipation had been building all evening -- all month, in reality -- Chloe wasn't surprised or disappointed that Andrew dived straight in. She certainly didn't need the tease to get her ready. She was aching for his tongue on her clit.
His first few licks were just to her labia. She might have guessed he was inexperienced if she'd had any experience herself to compare it with. After a few more goes, his tongue managed to part her inner lips, and from there it was a straight line up to her clit. She gasped the first time he got there, then she moaned her encouragement when he did it again. It felt so good.
There was a moment early on when she got inside her head too much -- the knowledge that Andrew was seeing, smelling and tasting her most private place panicked her. She lifted her head and looked, worried that he would look squeamish. He didn't notice her as he was focused so intently on what he was doing. The expression on his face was of a man who had just won the lottery. Chloe lay her head back down and closed her eyes, reassured he wasn't regretting this. This didn't mean that she didn't continue to overthink things for a few minutes more. As a woman whose every orgasm had been brought about with her own fingers, she thought she knew what she needed to get there. She had read that women should always be assertive about what they wanted sexually, and she was tempted to give him directions about how to do things like she would do them. But then she realised that she didn't need to micro-manage what was happening. Not only was his tongue producing sensations that her fingers couldn't provide, but it was a wonderful feeling knowing that she was with a man who was totally focused on giving her pleasure. She didn't need to direct him -- she needed to surrender herself to his tongue.
Chloe could feel the familiar build towards orgasm. She had both hands on her breasts -- a novel occurrence that wasn't possible when she was masturbating. She knew she was wet down there -- she normally was while masturbating -- and Andrew's occasional slurping noises were adding to her arousal. She started to feel the familiar tremors in her muscles as the orgasm rushed through her, and she let herself go. Andrew continued lapping as her legs started to flail, and he only stopped when she gently pushed him away once she became oversensitive.
Chloe had a moment of panic when she felt Andrew standing up. She feared that he might attempt to have sex with her without a condom. There was no way she could risk this, particularly since she wasn't on birth control. But when she looked at Andrew, she could see that his cock was still flaccid from his earlier orgasm, nestled within the white thong which was still wet and see-through. He looked at her awkwardly. "I should go and clean up," he said as he headed for the door in the direction of the toilets and the clothes he was wearing when he arrived.
Chloe regretted that she hadn't kissed him again or even thanked him before he left the room, but she figured she could rectify that later. She allowed herself to be distracted by wiping the wet patch on her work table and the drips of his cum at the base of the St. Andrew's cross. After cleaning away these fluids, she had only found time to put on her bra and panties before Andrew returned. He seemed very pleased when Chloe thanked him with a kiss. Neither of them knew what to do next, though. In the end, Chloe just assured him that she would email him the photos in the next day or two and said she would see him at their final class on Thursday night.
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Epilogue -- two weeks later.
"Chloe! At last, I've found you!"
"Rupert! What are you doing here? I don't think Andrew wants you down this end of the hall."
"Yes, he was very strict about that," said Rupert, "but that only made me more determined to see you."
Towards the end of every semester, the college organised an exhibition for all the various visual arts courses. Karyn had taught the Working with Models course three times during the semester, so students from all those classes were exhibiting work along with students from various other art courses. Chloe was standing, clutching a glass of wine, near a selection of her photographs. She was casting a curious eye over various artworks being displayed nearby, including a large sculpture and various paintings, including some nudes. It was a large exhibition, and none of her classmates from the photography course were nearby. Andrew had deliberately set up his work as far away from her as possible.
"I thought you and Andrew would have set up next to each other since you've continued seeing each other after the classes ended," said Rupert. "Now I'm worried that you've had a fight." He looked genuinely concerned.
"No, it's nothing like that," said Chloe. "It's just that we were both a bit shy about who might look at each other's photographs. I didn't want to be standing around while people looked at Andrew's photos of me, and he certainly didn't want you to be looking at some of these."
Chloe waved a hand in the general direction of the display of her photographs. While the most intimate photographs hadn't been included in the exhibition, such as the close-ups of her panties and the post-ejaculation photos of Andrew, there was still a very prominent photo of Andrew strapped to the St. Andrew's cross with his erection straining against the fabric of the thong.
Rupert smiled. "I can see why he wouldn't want his older brother to see that," he said. "It's a great shot, though."
"Thank you," said Chloe. She respected Rupert's opinion and always appreciated any compliments he gave her. "So, anyway, you don't have to worry about Andrew and me fighting. In fact, things seem to be going fine."
"I thought that was the case, so that's why I got so worried. I know he invited you to come back to our place for a drink tonight after this is over, so I thought I might let you know that I won't be home tonight so you two will have the place to yourselves. I have plans of my own." Rupert gave her a wink and nodded towards a well-dressed young man hovering nearby.
"Thanks for letting me know," said Chloe.
Rupert paused as though wondering whether to say anything more. "Andrew might hate me for saying this, but I thought I might mention that he put clean sheets on his bed. And he also bought some condoms. I only mentioned it so that, if that wasn't what you wanted, you might be able to find the kindest possible way of saying no to him."
Chloe could feel herself blushing. "Don't worry. Let's just say that I'm okay with that. In fact, his preparations all sound quite thoughtful. Maybe I'll see you in the morning."
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