The Model Roommate Ch. 03

If someone had asked Dylan Kellogg how he spent his typical Saturday night, for most of his adult life he would have answered 'playing video games' or 'watching anime'. Maybe 'going out to see a movie' or 'hanging out at the library' if he was feeling especially adventurous. However, for the past few months, his life had been anything but typical and that was largely thanks to the naked woman who sat across from him at the dinner table this particular Saturday night.

To anyone with a functional set of eyes, Ria Murphy was an absolute knockout. Blonde-haired and blue-eyed with skin to die for and a lithe, athletic figure toned from years of military service, she was also breathtakingly gorgeous with delicate, expressive features and a dazzling smile. While Dylan would have been more than happy with just those attributes in a roommate, she was also one of the kindest and most thoughtful people he had ever met, having gone out of her way to help him multiple times over the course of their time living together. And sometimes, that 'help' involved things that were very much out of the realm of normal roommate assistance, including jerking him off in the shower, letting him cum all over her naked body and even sucking his dick until he had some of the most mind-blowing orgasms in his entire life.

As he watched her recline in her chair after finishing her meal, he wondered what benevolent cosmic force in the universe had also given her the innate desire to be free of clothing whenever and wherever possible. His previous experiences with the naked female form had all been virtual by way of porn but since she had moved in, he had committed every inch of her body to memory. She had never been shy or demure about showing off her assets and he took full advantage of that at all times.

"Dylan."

Hearing her say his name snapped him out of his trance; he had been staring at her tits as he often did when they ate dinner at home. Large, round and well-proportioned to her figure, they were one of her features that he enjoyed ogling the most. He tore his eyes away from them to look up at her face, which admittedly was also very pleasant to behold. "Sorry, can you say that again?"

Ria laughed lightly and shook her head. "Focus, roomie. My eyes are up here," she chided him sarcastically; she had never cared how much he stared at her body. "I was saying that we should probably figure out what we're going to do about next Saturday."

"Oh, right." Next Saturday was the first day wealthy art patron Ulf Vang expected them to start privately modeling for him, provided they agreed to do so. Truth be told, the thought that someone would pay him to be a life model would have been utterly ludicrous prior to today. However, he had agreed to help Ria as a favor and that had turned into him posing in the nude with her in a very compromising position in the middle of a room full of artists. His brain still had not quite processed just how close he had come to fucking his extremely attractive roommate. "Do you think it's a good idea?" he asked, trying to read her expression.

"Two hundred dollars an hour is nothing to sneeze at," she replied, referring to the rate that Vang had offered her. "But I was mostly asking for your benefit. Today was the first time you'd done anything like that and I don't want you to feel like you are obligated to if you're not comfortable with it, even for that much money."

Vang had proposed to pay him one hundred dollars an hour to pose, which was not an insult to Dylan at all; he had not been expecting any sort of compensation for doing Ria a favor. "It was terrifying, yeah," he admitted sheepishly. "I've never even been to one of those classes as an artist so being up there on stage with you was kind of... unthinkable to me."

If she harbored any sort of discomfort at him nearly sliding his cock into her pussy when they were posed together, she did not show it as a grin tugged at the corner of her lips. "I think you did a good job for your first time. Standing still for twenty minutes at a time isn't as easy as it sounds."

"It really wasn't. Do you think he'll make us do the same things if we accept?" he wondered, watching her breasts bounce slightly as she stood up from the table. His body had been riding the hormone highs from the near constant states of arousal and panic he had been in the past few hours; he was only starting to come down from it and feeling the aches from holding one position for so long.

"I'm not sure, to be honest. I've never posed in a private setting before, let alone with another model." Ria walked over to the small end table in the foyer and picked up the business card Vang had given them. "Vang's assistant should have sent over the contract for both of us by now; I'd bet that it gives some kind of general outline of what's expected."

On the drive back home from picking up dinner, they had called the number on the business card and spoke to a man who only identified himself as 'Winters'; his demeanor had been as frosty as his name when they told him the reason for their call. But he had promised to email the terms of the contract that Vang would have them sign and sure enough, Dylan had gotten a ping on his phone as they were eating dinner. "He did send it over, I got the notification."

"Let's check it out on your computer," she suggested as she came back to the dining table and picked up their dishes to bring to the sink. "That way we can look at it at the same time."

"Yeah, we can do that." He did not blame her for wanting to view it on his computer over squinting at a phone; his personal setup included two very large monitors. Striding into his room, he slid into his chair and had the document pulled up on one of his ultrawides by the time she appeared in the doorway.

"Gosh, they're even bigger in person," she joked as she came up alongside him, her hands planted on her bare hips as she took in the size of his screens. "I'm sure NASA calls you for help when they need something found."

Managing an anxious chuckle, Dylan was suddenly keenly aware that this was the first time Ria had ever been in his room and therefore the first time a woman had been in his space, period. He felt his leg shake in nervousness as she moved closer to study the contract that had been sent over. "It looks pretty boilerplate to me," he observed.

"Mmm, when things look normal is when you really have to scrutinize everything." She leaned in and stretched out a hand to his mouse. "May I?"

He nearly squeaked in response as her movements had placed her torso directly in front of his, her full breasts dangling so close to his face that he could see her pert pink nipples were hard. Feeling his dick throb as he remembered how pliant and soft her tits felt in his hands, he swallowed and moved the device over to her. "H-here you go."

"Thanks." She deftly manipulated the mouse, zooming in on one section of the document before pulling back. "This bit right here seems like something we should pay particular attention to."

Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from her breasts, he read the passage she had indicated aloud. "'On special request, payer reserves the right to request novel or non-traditional poses from contracted models. Models have the right to decline or negotiate a higher fee for aforementioned poses. If agreed upon, additional services will be itemized and added to the original contract as a rider.'"

"It's the 'non-traditional' part that has me thinking," she said, chewing on her lower lip. "I can't even begin to imagine what that means."

Dylan had no idea either, but his imagination ran wild with the idea, picturing himself with her in several positions of increasing lewdness. Blinking away a particularly salacious mental image of her down on all fours while he drove his cock into her ass, he forced himself to focus on the actual Ria, still bent over next to him. "Would the pose we did today be considered 'non-traditional'?" he asked.

"Possibly?" she mused as she straightened up, running her hands through her hair and unintentionally adopting a facsimile of the pose in question. "I mean, I assume that he will want us next to each other if not outright touching and there are only so many ways to make that work."

He inhaled sharply as he roved his gaze over her torso; getting to see the sinewy muscles in her chest tug her breasts slightly upward as she raised her arms was something he always enjoyed. "I mean, it does say that we can decline any of them," he reasoned. "So anything that you're not comfortable doing we can just say no. I'm okay with that, it's all up to what you're good with doing."

"That'll depend on how well he's paying us then, won't it?" His bed was almost directly behind his chair; she took a step back and placed a hand on it. "Do you mind?"

It took him a few moments to process that she was asking if she could take a seat. The thought of having Ria naked on his bed set off another cascade of obscene imagery in his head, with several scenarios involving fucking her from behind while she screamed into his pillows. "No, go ahead," he rasped, his throat suddenly very dry as he swiveled his chair around to face her.

She lowered herself onto his bed and leaned to the side, draping her body over the very same pillows he had just imagined driving her face into. "It's not just me though," she continued, propping her head up with her hand. "You have to decide where your line is too."

Despite the myriad ways he was envisioning getting to fuck her in the name of artistic merit, he knew she was right. Posing naked with her in front of a mysterious and wealthy art patron was still a very different situation from doing that in the middle of a room full of people. Somehow the stakes felt both higher and more dangerous. "Honestly I wasn't expecting to be paid anything so I'm more than happy with just taking whatever he gives us," he said. "And I don't want to put you in an awkward position like what happened today, either."

"It did get a little dicey towards the end, didn't it?" she stated with an amused expression. "Took a pretty calculated risk."

Her 'calculated risk' had been to place her very wet pussy right on top of his erection in order to keep it out of view; if she had been even a few centimeters off, he would have slid his dick right into her well-lubricated hole. "Yeah, it was a close call," he agreed, his face flushed for reasons entirely unrelated to the humid weather. "I'm sorry I got hard again so quickly... I honestly couldn't help it."

"Like I've said before, it's honestly very impressive, not to mention flattering," she demurred, letting her own gaze idle on his crotch.

Dylan realized where she was looking and his cock twitched in response even as he felt the heat of embarrassment creep up his face. Her nonchalant, almost cavalier attitude to his arousal in response to her existence only made him want to fuck her more. "Thanks, but it almost got us in deep shit today. And if this guy asks us to do something anywhere close to what we did today, it might get us into trouble again."

"Only if we both agree," she pointed out. "And I guess we can have that discussion if and when we reach that particular bridge to cross."

The fact that Ria was even entertaining the idea of putting them both in another situation where he could potentially end up with his dick inside of her made Dylan's head spin. Part of him wanted to just ask outright if having sex with her was on the table at all. But he knew he was not nearly confident in himself enough for such a direct question, despite everything that they had done together. And he was still very much afraid of overstepping and fucking up their friendship even though she had assured him many times that things were good between them as their physical relationship continued to evolve.

"Well, if we want to do this, we should sign this contract," he said, briefly glancing back at the screen. "Still not sure what he's going to ask us to do but at least it's pretty clear we can refuse if we're not comfortable with it."

"Yeah, I'm good with that," she agreed, sitting upright and leaning forward, her tits pressed together by her arms. "Go ahead and sign your parts and I'll do mine when you're done."

With a fair bit of difficulty, Dylan pulled his eyes away from her cleavage, forcing himself to stop thinking about titty fucking her and turned to the computer to fill out the form. It was a PDF, so it took him just a few clicks to initial and sign his parts. "There, all done," he said, turning back to her. "I'll just get out of your way to let you sign your parts and we should be good to send it."

Ria had other ideas, however. Before he could vacate his seat, she rose from his bed and sat directly on his lap. "No need to get up," she intoned impishly as she swiveled the chair around.

His cock strained against the fabric of his shorts as he felt her bare ass press up against it. As she turned the chair, the motion ground her backside into his crotch even more, causing pleasurable sensations he was becoming quite familiar with. It took all of his willpower to keep from touching her, wanting nothing more than to grope every part of her naked body within reach. Instead, he kept his hands to the sides, concentrating on the muscles in her back as she bent forward. "Y-you just have to initial next to the spots with mine, then sign off at the end," he murmured.

"Mmm, not seeing those," she said, clicking around for a few more moments before leaning back and adjusting herself so that he could see the screen. She shifted to the left, rotating her body slightly to create space for him to reach the mouse while settling her right arm around his shoulders for stability. "Can you show me?"

Thanks to how Ria had moved, Dylan found his face mere inches from her breasts. She was sitting mostly on his left thigh, with her legs angled diagonally across his lap. His very obvious erection brushed up against the side of her right thigh, rock hard from all the visual and physical stimulation. "S-sure, they're right h-here," he stammered as he scrolled the mouse wheel, somehow finding the focus to do what she had asked him in spite of her actions.

She tapped at his keyboard with her left hand, entering her initials when he indicated. "This is probably one of the most thorough modeling contracts I've ever had to sign," she observed with a giggle.

"I guess this Vang guy means business," he surmised, his throat still dry as he watched her tits bounce in front of his eyes every time she reached over to type. He had never had a woman sit in his lap before, much less one as attractive as Ria, and the experience nearly overwhelmed him. He was very aware of the heat radiating off her body and the smell of her perfume mixed with her natural scent. Her thighs were parted slightly and he could see her shaven pink pussy as it rubbed against his shorts, which further inflamed his arousal.

"Guess so," she agreed as she finished signing the document. "Think that's all of them?"

He gave the contract a cursory examination before pressing the 'Submit' button on the last page. "Y-yeah, looks like it all went through okay," he confirmed with an exhale, the finality of what they had just pledged to do hitting home. "We're committed to this thing now."

"I think it'll go just fine," Ria said, giving him a wink as she set her feet on the floor and rose from his lap.

Dylan gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, his gaze firmly glued to her round asscheeks, wondering if he would get to place his dick anywhere near them while they were modeling for Vang. "I h-hope so."

"If anything, it'll help us with the bills," she reasoned, walking to the door before turning back to him, a grin playing across her lips. "Speaking of which, I'm going to hop into the shower. Do you want to come?"

His dick twitched, both at the prospect of being handled by her and at the very obvious double meaning to her words. "Definitely," he breathed, nodding vigorously. "I'll be along in a few minutes."

"Thought you might," she said, her eyes flashing with mischief. "I'll see you boys in there."

*****

With their date with Vang set, Dylan and Ria had a week until they had to make their appearance before the eccentric art patron. The heat continued to intensify as the days went on, which meant there was no end in sight for the water conservation mandates. While they still had to watch their usage, it also meant that their joint showers were going to continue for the foreseeable future. This suited him just fine, as she was more than happy to help him get off when they bathed together.

However, the weather caused another complication. They both had separate air conditioning units in their respective bedrooms. Both of them tried not to use the units too frequently, but the sweltering conditions left them little choice, especially when their rooms reached over 80 degrees Fahrenheit in the evenings. On one especially hot day, the unit in Dylan's room suddenly died. When he called Mason to get it fixed, his landlord told him that it would be weeks before it could be replaced due to a parts shortage, which was obviously less than ideal. But there was little he could do except ride it out.

That night the temperature in his bedroom was a sweltering 81 degrees when he went to bed. Even sleeping with no covers and only in his boxers, Dylan was sweating. The heat put his body into fight-or-flight mode, causing his anxiety to spike and his normally placid dreams to warp into nightmares. He had just thrashed himself awake after a particularly vivid one when he felt a cool hand on his shoulder.

"Hey Dylan," Ria's voice cut through the darkness of his bedroom. "Easy there, you were shouting in your sleep."

Blearily he palmed the switch to his nightstand light, illuminating his naked roommate crouching next to his bed. Her hair was tousled from sleep, but she wore a concerned expression. He ran his hand over his face and grimaced at how much sweat accumulated in his palm. "Sorry, sorry," he murmured as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. "I get nightmares when it's too hot."

"I can imagine, it's way too warm to sleep in here," she declared with a frown as she rose and took a seat on his bed by his feet. "My friend also suffers from heat-induced nightmares, so I know they can get pretty bad."

Despite the heat and the migraine he could feel coming on, he still took a few moments to stare at her, noting how the low light played shadows across her bare breasts and accented their curves. "I didn't mean to wake you up," he apologized as he rubbed his temples. "What time is it?"

She glanced over at the clock on the wall. "Two forty in the morning."

"Ah shit," he swore. "Sorry for making so much noise in the middle of the night. I'll figure something out so it won't happen again."

"It's all right, don't worry about it," Ria assured him. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Dylan felt his face heat up for an entirely different reason than the ambient temperature. Her concern for him was always touching and just made him feel all the more guilty for ogling her body. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be okay for now, just gonna go crash on the couch or something outside, it's probably way cooler out there than it is in here."

"Probably," she agreed before tilting her head to the side in thought. "The couch isn't terribly comfortable for sleeping though, and the ceiling fan can only move so much air. There might be another option, however."

He had already started to swing his legs out to the side to stand when he paused and looked at her with a curious expression. "Oh? What's that?"

She tucked a loose lock of blonde hair behind her ear as she regarded him, the corners of her mouth tugging upward as she spoke. "My air conditioning works just fine. Did you want to try sleeping in my room tonight?"

"Y-your room?" he sputtered, not quite believing his ears. "Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't," she answered smoothly as she stood up from the bed. "I take it you don't have a problem with this?"

The prospect of spending the night in the same room as Ria sent Dylan's imagination spiraling as he got to his feet to follow her. "No, not at all," he replied, grabbing his pillow, then following her as she opened the door to the bathroom to pass through to her bedroom, his eyes firmly planted on her ass.

"Mmm, didn't think you would," she mused as she pulled the door to her room open and stepped inside.

By comparison, her bedroom was many degrees chillier than his; he could almost feel the sweat evaporating from his skin as he closed the door behind them. "Wow, this is so much better," he breathed with an audible sigh, basking in the coolness as he looked around at her minimalist setup. A bed, a nightstand, a small desk, a dresser and a chair were the only furnishings in the room.

She gestured towards the window where the air conditioner was pumping out cold air with a barely audible hum. "I'm fairly sure that I have the same exact A/C unit as you do, so here's hoping that it doesn't conk out on us overnight because then we'd be in real trouble."

"Really hope not," he agreed, his voice slightly quavering from the fact that he was actually shivering slightly from how cold it was compared to his room. He looked over to where her bed was angled against the far wall and took a tentative step towards the desk on the opposite side of the room. "Ah, where did you want me to set up for the night? I can probably just take the floor near your desk to be out of the way."

Ria walked over to the bed and took a seat. "The floor isn't the softest," she observed, prodding the carpet with a manicured toe as she looked up at him. "If you don't mind sharing the bed with another person, you can sleep here with me."

The way she had said it so nonchalantly took him by surprise and it took more than a few seconds for his brain to process her words. "W-with you? In the same bed?" he stammered, feeling the heat rise into his face.

She made a show of looking around before fixing her gaze back on him, an amused smirk twisting the corner of her mouth. "Seeing as there is only one bed in here, yes, it would be the same bed," she confirmed. "The mattress is a double, so it might be a little snug but I think we could both fit. Unless you want to try your luck on the floor and see how your spine likes that in the morning."

Dylan could only stare at her for a few moments, not quite believing what she had just suggested. Somehow, despite the odds, she always managed to find new and interesting ways to throw him completely off guard. The jaded part of his mind wanted to ask if there was some sort of hidden caveat to her offer but he had no reason to doubt her intent as everything she had done for him to that point had been out of the goodness of her heart. She was almost too good to be true. After all, how many men had a smoking hot naked woman offer to just casually share her bed for the night?

"You're okay with me in bed with you?" he finally managed after his mouth finally caught up with his panicked and sleep-deprived brain. "I know there's enough space there, but it still might be a tight squeeze and I don't want to end up touching you if you don't want to be touched."

Ria laughed lightly and shook her head. "Ever the gentleman," she declared with a smile. "You've helped me with quite a few things before and I play with your dick on a regular basis, yet you're worried about inadvertent touching in bed?"

Despite himself, he felt his cheeks redden at what she had said. "When you put it that way..." He shuffled forward until he was standing in front of her. "I just don't want to touch anything I shouldn't."

She looked up at him, her blue eyes twinkling even in the dim light. "Dylan, in the time we've lived together, you've always been very conscientious and respectful and I'm very thankful for that, so I trust you. Don't worry about 'touching', all I want is for you to get a good night's rest without sweating to death from the heat."

His gaze had wandered down to her tits as it usually did and he felt a slight pang of guilt as he absorbed the kindness of her words while also lusting after her body. "I appreciate it, Ria," he said, feeling the ache in his bones as he realized just how tired he was. "How do you want to do this?"

"Well," she started, looking at his torso, which was still clad with a sweaty tank top. "I was going to ask if you were going to sleep in that."

"Oh..." he looked down at himself. Unlike Ria, he did not usually sleep in the nude, his usual choice of sleepwear consisting of a tank top and boxers. "I guess I should get rid of these, yeah, I've sweated through them. I can get changed real quick."

"Mmm, you can if that's what makes you the most comfortable." A grin played across her lips. "You can also just take those off. You'll probably be a lot cooler without them on."

In what had become a routine occurrence, Dylan had to take a few moments to comprehend what she had just said. In this instance, not only was she offering to share her bed with him, but she was also suggesting that he do it without clothes. "You mean... sleep naked?"

"Mmhm," she confirmed, her facial expression innocuous, as if she had not just recommended that they spend the night together in the nude. She patted the space on the bed to her right. "I pay a little extra to have good, breathable bed sheets because they really help with the heat. C'mere and feel for yourself."

Still not quite believing his luck, he peeled off his tank top and tossed it to the side before moving to slide his boxers off. At this point, she had seen his dick so many times over the course of their cohabitation that exposing himself to her almost seemed as natural as her being nude all the time. As he stepped out of the garment, the reality of what he was about to do finally seemed to catch up to his penis and he felt himself growing erect as he joined his equally naked roommate on her bed. "Whoa, these are really light," he commented as he took a seat, feeling the weight of the material against his backside.

"Right? I knew I had to invest in them when I moved here and the heat wasn't letting up. They're the only way I can actually get some rest when it's this hot." She turned to face him fully, drawing her legs up from the floor and crossing them. "Which side of the bed do you want?"

He had been staring at her pussy, which was on full display in between her crossed legs. "Uh, I can take whichever," he finally replied, forcing himself to look at how the bed was set up. Ria had arranged it up against the wall, so there was only one way to get to the far side. "It's your bed so you take whatever side you usually sleep on and I'll manage."

"Okay, I always take the left," she informed him, scooting herself backward to allow him easier access to the rest of the bed. "Probably better for you to take the right anyway since there's no way you can roll off."

"Makes sense," he agreed as he clambered over to the empty space next to her. Laying his head on the pillow, he let out a tired exhale. "This already feels a lot better. Thanks for letting me do this."

She had turned over to face him, propping her head up with her arm as she stretched out. "Glad to help. Hope you can get some rest."

He was reminded that it was in fact almost three in the morning. "Yeah, I think I will," he yawned. "If I toss and turn in my sleep, just wake me up or shove me to the side or something."

This got a laugh out of her. "Likewise," she joked as she reached over to turn off the nightstand light. "Good night."

Despite the fact that they were both naked in her bed, he felt the tiredness in his body somehow overriding his horniness. "Good night," he echoed, taking one last look at her spectacular breasts before closing his eyes.

It was some time later when Ria called his name out. "Hey, Dylan."

He grunted groggily as he woke from his slumber. With the heat no longer a factor to influence his dreams, his subconscious had turned to the other thing that regularly occupied his thoughts: having sex with Ria. Images of himself fucking her up against her bedroom wall dispersed into the ether as his eyes fluttered open to focus on the real flesh and blood Ria studying him in the dim light. "Ria? Is everything okay?" he managed, his voice slurry from sleep.

"Mmm, I think there was something we probably should have taken care of before you got in bed," she responded coyly. "I'm going to turn the light on real quick, so just be warned."

He shielded his eyes with his hand as the room brightened, blinking several times to get his vision to acclimate to the light. "Did I forget to do something?" he asked as he lowered his hand, confusion on his face.

She was in the same position as before, with her head propped up by her arm. "I think we neglected to put someone else to bed first,"she replied with a smirk. At his baffled expression, she gestured for him to look down the length of her body.

"Oh... oh shit," he swore quietly as he realized what she was indicating. Lines of pre-cum were streaked across the flat of her stomach, glistening in the light as if they had just been painted onto her recently. He craned his head downward to look at his own body and sure enough, his cock was still rock hard and oozing the clear liquid from the tip onto the bed sheets between them. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess on you or your bed. I'll get out--"

"It's okay, really," she quickly assured him, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him from leaving. "Not like I haven't had this on me before or anything. I just figured it would be easier to wake you up and get that taken care of rather than having you leak everywhere the whole night."

Dylan blushed furiously at the notion of his dick dribbling pre-cum all over her while he had been asleep. His wet dreams about her were betraying him in the worst way and he felt embarrassed even as he tried to cover the head of his penis to keep it from getting any more on her sheets. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that I was leaking this badly," he apologized, a rising note of panic in his voice. "I can go rub one out in the bathroom and this won't be a problem anymore."

Ria laughed gently. "Don't worry about it. I can shower and the sheets can be washed. And you can certainly go relieve yourself, if you want." She moved her hand from his shoulder down to her stomach, touching a finger to one of the many lines of pre-cum he had shot across her midsection. "However, I think I can help with your predicament."

He felt his cock twitch at her mention of 'help'. What she had done for him in the past was above and beyond what roommates usually helped each other with; for someone as sexually inexperienced as he was, she had casually fulfilled some of his wildest fantasies. "H-how are you going to do that?" he asked shakily.

"Oh, I think you know," she replied with a conspiratorial wink as she rose into a sitting position to gather her hair back into a bun. Her gaze traveled to his crotch. "You should probably lay on your back."

A shiver ran through his body that had nothing to do with the cool air from the air conditioning. While she jerked him off in the shower on a near-daily basis, she had only given him a blow job twice before. Both had been exhilarating, especially since she had swallowed his cum each time. As he arranged himself on the bed, he wondered if she was going to use her mouth. "You don't have to do this, Ria," he whispered half-heartedly to assuage his feelings of guilt at letting her get him off.

"Shhh," she soothed as she reached over to grasp his dick in her hand, using his pre-cum to lubricate the hardened member. "You've had a rough night. Let's take care of this so you can get some rest."

Dylan moaned in response as she began to stroke him in earnest. "Ungh, you're too good to me."

"Maybe so," Ria mused as she moved to get closer to his lower half. Just as she was about to bring her lips onto his cock, she paused. "One sec, going to get into a more comfortable position."

He felt her hot breath across the head of his penis and shuddered in anticipation. "O-okay..."

She let go of him momentarily to get on all fours, shifting her body until it was parallel with his, her knees by his head. Then she did something that he did not expect, lifting her right leg up to cross over and come to rest on the other side. "That's better," she cooed softly, leaning her head down to take his dick into her mouth.

"Oh my fuck," he cursed, not only at the erotic stimulation of her fellatio but also at the view she had presented him. Her bare pussy was mere inches from his face, the pink folds of her inner labia slick from her own natural lubrication. He knew she got aroused whenever she "helped" him out, but getting to see just how wet her pussy actually was sent his lust into overdrive and he felt a throb run through his engorged cock.

Ria must have sensed it as well because she stopped sucking him off him momentarily and he heard her chuckle. "Like what you see?" she purred as she licked the sensitive tip of his dick.

"Yeah I do," he gasped, feeling a jolt of pleasure course through his body at her teasing.

"I take it you've never gotten to touch a woman down there before," she surmised as she steadily pumped the shaft of his penis.

He found it almost absurd that they were having a conversation while staring at each other's genitals. "Aside from when I helped you the one time with your sunscreen, no," he admitted with a grunt. "I wasn't kidding when I told you that you jerking me off in the shower is the most action I've ever gotten so I definitely have not touched a woman there."

She was silent for a few moments. "Well, would you like to?" she asked, letting her knees slide to either side ever so slightly.

"W-what?" he sputtered, eyes growing wide as her movements brought her wet slit closer to his face. Despite all of his fantasies, getting to touch Ria's pussy was not at all on his mind when he had first gotten into bed with her. "Are you s-sure?"

"I'm sure," she replied cheekily before running her tongue down the side of his shaft. "Seems only fair since I get to touch you down here."

"But you're doing me a favor, I don't know the first thing about--" The rest of his protest was drowned out by a guttural groan as he felt her take his entire length down her throat in one smooth movement.

She held that position for what seemed like an eternity, then drew herself off of him slowly, her lips making a resounding pop as they came off the head of his cock. "I'm not asking you to do anything for me, Dylan," she informed him, her voice slightly hoarse from what she had just done. "This is for you, so you can touch me however you like. All I ask is that you be gentle."

"O-okay..." he finally assented, his mind still awash in endorphins and dopamine from her deep-throating him. He raised his shaky hands up from where he had been gripping the bed sheets for dear life and brought them around her well-muscled thighs. Using only a pair of fingers on each side, he carefully spread her inner labia apart, noting how slick the soft folds felt as he tugged.

As if sensing his interest, Ria lowered her hips just a little bit more, giving him a clear look into her cunt. "Feel free to explore," she prompted him even as she continued to lavish attention on his dick. "As I'm sure you can see, I'm already pretty wet."

He felt his penis throb even harder, not only from her blow job but from the fact that she was all but encouraging him to use her pussy for his own erotic education. "I-if you're sure that's all right," he whispered even as he craned his head up slightly, allowing him to see further into her well-lubricated hole, marveling at how the rippled walls of her vagina pulsed slightly as she breathed.

"It's more than all right, trust me. Just enjoy yourself. Here, let me make it a little easier for you." She brought her right leg up and over to free his right arm and shoulder.

"Thanks," he managed before moaning as she resumed fellating him. Gingerly, he stroked her inner lips with the fingertips of his right hand while moving his left down to rest a thumb near her clit, feeling her body buck in response to his actions. He brushed the fleshy pink nub slowly, not wanting to go too fast as he knew it was sensitive. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes it does," she confirmed, her breath coming out in a gasp. "You can -ah- put your fingers inside me. And your tongue too, if you want."

Dylan's brain short-circuited as he realized she had just given him permission to not only finger fuck her, but eat her out as well. He tried to remember how he had seen it done in porn, bringing his mouth closer and feeling the heat coming off of her soaked pussy. With her labia still spread apart, he tentatively stuck the tip of his tongue into her, tasting the salty mixture of her sweat and arousal fluids. He probed around for a few moments, licking the skin around her vaginal opening, relishing the fact that he was, in this moment, engaging in mutual oral sex with his impossibly hot roommate. And somehow, judging from how he felt her body twitch in response, she seemed to not completely hate it. "Is that okay?" he asked breathily as he pulled away, his mouth covered in her juices.

"More than okay," Ria sighed, still diligently caressing him. "Glad you seem to be enjoying yourself."

A familiar tightening in his balls let him know that he was close to cumming, yet he still wanted to keep playing with her pussy for as long as he could. Sliding his index and middle fingers along her moist inner lips to lubricate them, he carefully slipped them into her, easing in slowly until they were buried to the knuckles at the base. He felt her vaginal walls squeeze as her hips rocked backwards, as if she was trying to get even deeper penetration from his two fingers. "Fuck, this is hot," he panted, his breath quickening as he felt himself approaching climax from all the stimulation.

"Hopefully -ah- the better kind of -ah- hot," she said, her voice an octave higher and her own breath coming out in gasps as she ground her pussy against his fingers. She kept on her own task as well, cupping his balls with one hand as she sucked his cock with renewed vigor.

He desperately tried to keep pace with her to make sure she was having just as much pleasure as he was, pistoning his fingers in and out of her cunt and ducking his head down to try and reach her clit with his tongue. His body had other ideas, however, and when her pussy clenched around his fingers, his brain imagined what that would feel like on his dick and that combined with her expert fellatio was enough to send him over the edge. "Fuckfuckfuck, Ria I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," he shouted as a warning before a powerful orgasm reverberated through his entire body. "FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!"

As was becoming commonplace, she kept her lips firmly locked around his penis as he pumped load after load of jizz down her throat. Her hand worked the base of his shaft to milk him for seemingly every last drop of cum as he shuddered through the end of his orgasm. Letting his spent member finally slip from her mouth, she swirled her tongue around his sensitive head one last time before pulling away. "I think that should satisfy him for the rest of the night," she stated huskily as she sat back. "How are you doing down there?"

He groaned as the pleasurable euphoria from cumming finally started to subside, opening his eyes to realize that his fingers were still deep inside her pussy. "I-I'm good," he rasped, wiggling his digits and feeling her muscles contract around them. "D-did you still want me to keep going?"

"Mmmm." Ria languidly thrust her hips back against his hand one more time before scooting forward and pulling herself away from him. "It's all right, this was about you."

Her movements had caused his fingers to slide out of her, leaving them coated in a sheen of her pussy juices. "Are you sure? It seems like you were kinda into it too..."

She brought her leg back over and took up her previous position laying next to him, turning to face his direction and propping her head up with her arm. "I was into it," she admitted with a sigh, running her other hand through her tousled hair. "But it's pretty late and it can take me a bit to get off so it's probably best to just rest now that we've taken care of business."

"I wouldn't mind helping you," Dylan whispered, his eyes still drinking up as much of her naked form as he could. Part of him still wondered if it was all just a heat-induced hallucination, but the smell and taste of her pussy still lingered on his lips and that was how he knew that it had all been real. "I mean, if you wanted my help, I had no idea what I was doing."

"For your first time, it wasn't half bad," she informed him with a grin. "And I appreciate the offer. Maybe I'll take you up on it some other time."

"Really?" he asked incredulously, not quite believing his ears despite the fact that she had planted her pussy into his face only a few minutes prior.

She laughed lightly. "Yes, really," she confirmed, rolling onto her back and sighing. "Like I said, I was into it."

It was his turn to be silent for a few moments as they lay there, their breathing slowly evening out as they came down from their hormone-induced highs. "Ria, what we just did... that was okay, right?"

"I think so," she replied confidently. If she ever grew tired of him asking the same question repeatedly over the course of their interactions, she did not ever show it. "We just had a little fun and it was all consensual."

Part of him wanted to ask just how far things were going to go between them, given that the nature of their sexual encounters ratcheted up in intensity nearly every time. But the ever cautious side of him won out as it always did, not wanting to push too much and risk crossing a line she was not ready to have crossed. "I'm glad. Thank you again for like, literally everything you do for me."

"Happy to help," she said, tossing him a wink before hauling herself up and out of bed to make her way to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a few minutes to freshen up."

"Okay, sounds good." As he watched her through the open bathroom door, he suddenly realized just how tired he really was from both the heat and the admittedly pleasurable but definitely physical exertion that he had just experienced. He allowed himself one last glimpse of Ria bending over to flush the toilet before he closed his eyes and finally drifted off to sleep.

*****

The next day, Dylan awoke to find that Ria had already left the apartment. A note on the kitchen table let him know that she had taken an out-of-state gig that had just popped up and would be away from home for the rest of the week, but that she would be back in time for their session with Vang that Saturday. She had also made him food to last him a few days and let him know that he was free to sleep in her room if the heat was too much.

With the heat showing no signs of subsiding, he was mildly disappointed that he would be spending the next few nights in her bed without her, but he had more than enough masturbation fodder from the night they did spend together to satiate his horniness while she was away. While he missed her, he was secretly thankful that she had left in the sense that it provided a convenient excuse for him to avoid talking to her about what they did. He was still incredibly scared of making things awkward and pushing too far, despite everything that had transpired between them and if there was one thing Dylan knew he was good at, it was avoiding potentially uncomfortable situations.

As the day of their appointment with Vang neared, he grew increasingly distressed about it to the point that he did not masturbate at all the day before. Ria texted him early Saturday morning to let him know that she was going to be returning later that afternoon, as the photographer she was working with needed the morning for the shoot. As their appointment with Vang was not until three, they had ample time to make it provided she arrived on schedule. It also gave him enough time for his brain to spiral over what they were going to have to do.

It was about two in the afternoon and Dylan was already shaking slightly from anxiety when he heard the apartment door swing open, followed by the telltale jingle of Ria's keys being pulled from the lock. Rising from the couch, he turned to greet her. "Hey, welcome back!"

"Hey Dylan, thanks," she responded warmly as she wheeled her suitcase inside and shut the door. "Sorry it took me so long, the shoot ran a little longer than I thought it would and there was traffic on the way back."

"You're good, we should be able to make it in time," he said, a tense note in his voice even as he studied her. Even though he had nearly every part of her body burned into his memory, he still took the time whenever he could to just stare. She was wearing another tennis dress, this one much lower cut than the last one he had seen her in, displaying a generous amount of cleavage. That, coupled with the fact that she still had makeup on her face from the photoshoot, made her the picture perfect image of a glamorous model. He felt his dick start to swell as he moved towards her to help her with her luggage. "Did you need to change or anything?"

"No, I think we can just get going. I thought about showering and changing, but why waste an hour of professional hair and makeup?" She looked him up and down, her eyes appraising his much more subdued look of jeans and a t-shirt. "You ready for this? Nervous at all?"

He laughed mirthlessly, realizing just how easily she had read him. "Not at all, clearly. Totally prepared to just go and get naked for a stranger with a ton of money."

She reached out to cup the side of his face. "Hey, I know it's scary. But I'll be there too. And if it gets to be too much, we can always just back out, okay?"

The smell of her perfume and the warmth of her hand on his cheek broke through his disquietude and he exhaled deeply. "Okay. I trust you."

"Good. Let me take a biobreak real quick and then we'll get going." She favored him with a dazzling smile that helped to melt more of his fear away before turning to go to the restroom.

A few minutes later they were on the road. The address provided by Vang's assistant was in Rancho Santa Fe, which was one of the richest neighborhoods in all of San Diego. Dylan whistled as he entered the information into the GPS. "I knew La Jolla was expensive but this is an entirely separate tax bracket."

Ria wrinkled her nose as she made the turn onto I-5 which, as always, was heavily congested. "Good thing we left when we did, it's going to take us the full hour to get over there."

Their travel time on the interstate ended up being only about half an hour, thanks to her patient and decisive driving. After exiting, they cut through many affluent neighborhoods, passing houses larger than the building they lived in. However, the address that they had been given led them to what seemed like an unused parking lot just off the main road at the base of a forested hill. "This can't be right..." he muttered as she pulled into the lot.

"Pretty sure we got the address right," she said, extracting the business card from her purse and holding it up to the GPS screen in the center console.

"We did, so I don't know why--" Dylan stopped short as a large luxury SUV turned into the lot and parked two spaces down from where they were. "Uh, do you think that's the Vang guy?"

Ria shut the engine off and grabbed her belongings before reaching for the door handle. "Only one way to find out," she proclaimed, giving him a tight smile.

As they exited her car, the driver side door of the SUV opened and a tall man in a dark suit emerged. He had dark hair and wore sunglasses, making him look every bit the cliché chauffeur. "Miss Murphy and Mister Kellogg," he said in a gruff voice they had both heard before. "I'm Winters, Mr. Vang's personal assistant and driver. Thank you for being punctual. Please, get in the car and we will be on our way."

Dylan shot a look over at Ria as they approached the vehicle. Winters had made his way over to the passenger side and had opened the rear door. "Thanks Mr. Winters but this doesn't seem like the right address?" he asked with some trepidation.

The tall man gave him a curt shake of the head. "It is. Please get in, Mr. Vang himself will explain."

"Interesting," Ria whispered under her breath to Dylan as she gestured to him to follow her into the SUV.

Their confusion was partly answered when they settled into the back seat as Ulf Vang sat across from them, dressed in an expensive-looking pinstripe suit and mint-colored tie. "I can see you are puzzled by these arrangements so let me apologize for that to start, Ms. Murphy and Mr. Kellogg," he said as they started moving.

"This is a bit... unusual, Mr. Vang," Ria stated, her gaze narrowing slightly at the older man before glancing outside. "Is my car going to be okay parked there?"

Vang nodded, folding his hands together over the top of his knee as he crossed his legs. "It will be quite safe, I assure you. I own all the property within five square miles of the lot so no one will be tampering with your vehicle."

Dylan's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets at Vang's statement. "So the address you gave us wasn't your actual house."

"No, it was not." Vang's implacable countenance did not change, though his eyebrow did arch for the briefest of moments. "I do prefer a bit of anonymity where I can afford it, which is why you are sitting here with me. We will be at my actual home in a matter of minutes, so please try to enjoy the ride."

The SUV pitched slightly upward and they glanced outside the windows to see that they were climbing the hill; Vang's residence was evidently somewhere elevated. "Well, thank you for coming to greet us," Ria said after a few moments. "Something tells me you don't do this very often."

"You're very perceptive, Ms. Murphy," Vang noted, the faintest hint of a grin on his thin lips. "Normally I let Winters bring guests in while I prepare myself at home, but I admit to having a fair bit of enthusiasm for our collaborations today so I was ready early and decided to come along."

Dylan found Vang difficult to read as the older man did not reveal anything in his body language. "Yes, thank you, it's really cool you're giving us this opportunity," he said, remembering his manners and trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

"I should be thanking the both of you for agreeing to do this with me on such short notice," Vang replied evenly. "As I mentioned last week, I do not have the opportunity to visit the studio as often as I would like, so being able to book private sessions was fortuitous."

Ria gave Vang one of her thousand-watt smiles. "Well, we hope that we're able to provide whatever artistic inspiration you're looking for."

Vang leaned forward slightly, as if to get a better look at them. "I have no doubt about that. You two are more than mere automatons to be drawn, however, so that is another reason why I am here presently. If you would indulge my curiosity, I would like to ask the both of you some questions."

Dylan exchanged a glance with Ria before turning back to Vang. "Yeah sure, I think that's fine."

The questions Vang had for them were normal enough as he inquired about their interests and personal histories. To his credit, he paid an equal amount of attention to each of them when it would have been easy to focus on Ria. When they came to the topic of careers and she revealed that she had been in the military, this seemed to pique Vang's interest. "So tell me Ms. Murphy, why did you choose to go into this line of work? Surely you are more than qualified for lucrative employment in civilian aviation?"

"Over the course of my service, I suffered two concussions that grounded me for months, which were the catalysts for my discharge," she replied, a rueful look on her face. "I love flying, but not many companies are going to hire a pilot with a history of concussions and migraines, and I can't blame them. And I didn't want to just work around helos and not be able to fly so I didn't really consider the ground-bound civilian offers I received. Maybe in a few years, I'll look into it again but for now, I'm just trying to make the most of the cards I've been dealt."

This was the first time Dylan had heard her speak about her discharge as he had never wanted to press her for more information since it seemed to be a sore spot for her. He wanted to reach out and give her a hug but he kept his hands to himself as he was not sure it would be appropriate in the setting they were in.

The older man's expression was sympathetic. "I hope that you are able to, whenever you choose to try again." He looked up as the SUV slowed and came to a stop. "In the meantime, I am thankful that you have chosen to grace us with your other talents. We have arrived."

Dylan knew that Vang was rich but that still did not prepare him for the sheer size of the building that they had been driven to. Situated atop the hill, Vang's home was enormous, stretching out as far as he could see in either direction. "Whoa," he breathed as he exited the car, his mouth agape.

"Indeed." Vang's tone indicated he was used to the astonished reaction to his mansion as he came up alongside Dylan. "Please, follow Winters and he will show you where you may change. I will rendezvous with you in the drawing room afterwards."

"He has separate rooms for that stuff?" Dylan whispered under his breath to Ria as they followed Winters through the large front doors and into a foyer three times as large as their entire apartment.

Ria was also taking in the sights, the look on her face somewhat guarded but still in awe at the luxurious surroundings. "What else do you do when you have this much money?"

Winters led them through a long hallway with a number of doors on either side. When they were near the end, he paused and gestured to a pair of doors. "These are guest bedrooms," he informed them. "You can leave your belongings here. The closets have robes and slippers that you can change into, just pick a size that fits you. I'll be here when you're ready to be shown to the drawing room."

"Does it matter which room?" Ria asked.

"No, they are set up identically," the tall man replied.

Dylan started to move towards the door closest to him when Ria reached out to grab his arm and pull him towards the other door. "Thanks, we'll be right out," she said to Winters as she pushed Dylan through the doorway then shut it behind them.

"I thought he meant for us to take a room each," Dylan said, confused.

Ria gave him an amused look as she brushed past him. "I mean, if you want to, you can go get changed in the other room. I just figured you want to do it here with me."

"Oh." Yet again, despite the impossibly intimate activities they had shared, he was still astounded at how casually she acted around him, especially with regards to her modesty. "Yeah, I would prefer that."

"I figured," she said smugly as she put her belongings down on a rather large armchair, then moved to investigate the closet. "I would kill to have this much wardrobe space."

He snorted. "I'd kill to have this much space, period." Like the rest of the house, everything in the room they were in screamed opulence, from the king-sized four-poster bed to the elaborate chandelier hanging from the ceiling. "I can't believe this is just a guest bedroom."

"Can't imagine what his actual bedroom is like," she wondered as she rifled through the robes hanging in the closet before pulling out a pair and tossing them onto the bed. "These look as if they'll fit."

The mansion they were in had been so distracting that Dylan had almost forgotten the reason they were there in the first place. "Right, we should probably not keep him waiting."

Ria had already taken her shoes off and was in the process of removing her dress, sliding the straps off her shoulders and shimmying the garment down her body. She had not worn a bra so her bare breasts bounced as she wriggled out of her clothes. "He doesn't seem like someone used to being kept waiting, no," she agreed as she pulled her lacy thong underwear off, leaving her completely naked.

Dylan swallowed as he stared, fumbling as he got out of his own clothing. The last time he had seen her nude had been the night before she left, and he felt his dick rising to the occasion as he remembered what had transpired in her bed. "I really hope this isn't going to be a problem," he muttered as he pulled his boxers off, exposing his rock hard boner.

"Someone's raring to go," she observed coyly as she folded her clothes and set them on the bed. "I'm not sure we have the time to take care of him right now, but I suppose we could ask for some if it turns out to be a problem."

Her idea of 'taking care of him' was sucking him off until he came so part of him certainly hoped she would be game if it turned out that erections were an issue for Vang. "Yeah I guess so, I just hope that it doesn't fuck anything up for us."

"One thing at a time," she chided him gently, dropping to the floor and crossing her legs to get into a yoga pose. "For now, we have to loosen up, so let's get to it."

They spent the next ten minutes running through various stretches. As always, some of them were incredibly distracting for Dylan, notably the ones that ended up with Ria's vagina on full display. After getting to finger and taste her the night they spent in bed together, the sight of her exposed pussy inflamed his desire for her even more and by the end of their stretch session, his dick was leaking pre-cum as he got to his feet. "Shit, shit," he swore as he futilely tried to collect the fluid in his hands to keep it from dropping onto the expensive-looking carpet.

Before he could say anything else, Ria knelt down in front of him and pushed his hands to the side. "I'll get this," she said impishly before gripping his cock and taking the head into her mouth.

He had been completely unprepared for her and could only groan loudly as he felt her tongue massage the sensitive bit of flesh on the underside of his glans that separated the head from the shaft. "Fuck."

She spent a few more moments sucking him before releasing his tip from between her lips. The engorged head was shiny with her saliva and his pre-cum, but it was no longer profusely producing the clearish fluid. "Hopefully that tides him over for now," she purred with a wink as she rose from her knees.

The fact that they needed to go model in the nude for a very rich man was the only thing that kept him from throwing her onto the nearby bed and fucking her senseless, especially after what she had just done. "Y-yeah, hopefully," he said, his voice quavering as he accepted the robe she held out to him. "Thanks for that, it felt really good."

"Can't have you leaving something on this fancy carpet. It probably costs more than we both make in a year," she teased as she shrugged the other robe on and tied the sash at her waist.

"Definitely not," he agreed as he draped the silken garment over his shoulders and followed her to the door, pausing to collect a pair of matching slippers which were somehow his size.

Minutes later, they were ushered into what appeared to be a library, with rows and rows of bookshelves built into the walls. Whereas the rest of the house felt like an ultramodern five-star hotel, this room had a much different ambiance, with its dark drapery, baroque fixtures and polished wood furniture. Just in front of a pair of big bay windows was a raised stage, not unlike the one at the art studio. It was illuminated by a number of standalone spotlights as well as an array of overhead lighting suspended from the ceiling. And sitting at an easel adjacent to the stage was Ulf Vang.

"Welcome to my study," Vang greeted them as he stood up. He was still wearing the same smart-looking suit, but had removed his jacket which was draped over his chair. As they approached, he rolled up the sleeves to his shirt, which along with the waistcoat he wore gave him the appearance of an old-timey librarian or professor. "I spend a lot of my leisure time here drawing but I am pleased to let both of you know that you are the first life models I have had in this room."

Dylan's chest tightened at Vang's words and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. A person like Vang was likely very used to a certain level of professionalism and quality, especially when paying good money for it. Dylan was not entirely sure that he was up to providing that for the older man and that caused his anxiety to skyrocket.

As if she could sense his discomfort, Ria found his hand with hers and gave him a reassuring squeeze as she spoke to Vang. "That's quite the honor," she said smoothly, keeping her tone light and cheery. "We are at your service, just let us know what you need us to do."

"I commend your eagerness to get started, Ms. Murphy." Vang gestured to the stage. "I can have Winters take your robes, unless you would prefer not to have him in here, which is completely understandable."

Maybe it was because he was trying to psych himself up and get over his performance anxiety, but Dylan found himself speaking up before Ria could respond. "T-that's okay, he can take my robe, I don't mind," he stated, mildly pleased with himself that he kept the squeak out of his voice.

She looked over at him, her eyebrows raised. "Same for me," she agreed after a few beats, putting action to words and letting the robe slip from her shoulders. She handed it to Winters, who seemed to appear at just the moment he was needed.

"Splendid. And do let me know if a break is required at any point in time," Vang said, his sharp gray eyes already studying Dylan and Ria's nude bodies as they made their way to the stage. "Refreshments are also available if desired."

"Thank you, Mr. Vang," Ria replied before leaning to whisper in Dylan's ear as they stepped onto the dais. "Loving the confidence, roomie."

Her bare breast grazed the side of his arm and he felt his dick spring to attention despite his nervousness. "Don't get used to it," he mumbled back. They reached the center of the platform and turned to Vang for instructions.

"Warm up poses would be a good place to start," Vang proclaimed, finally taking a seat behind his easel. He directed them to pose separately in a number of different positions, his charcoal pencil scratching diligently away at the paper on his stand.

Dylan tried his best to follow what he was told, despite only having modeled once before. Vang was a more active director than Mateo had been, taking only a few minutes to sketch before asking them to adopt a different stance. As with his questioning during their ride to his home, Vang paid attention to Dylan and Ria in equal measure. And despite it being quite prominent, Vang did not seem to mind that Dylan was sporting a decent-sized erection.

They continued for about fifteen minutes, running through a sequence of relatively tame poses including holding hands, standing side by side and back to back. The lights surrounding the stage were more intense than the ones at the studio, so by the time Vang told them to relax, both of them had worked up a slight sweat.

"Mr. Vang, it's a bit warm in here, do you think we could cool it down?" Ria asked as she accepted a bottle of water from Winters.

"Certainly." Vang nodded at his assistant, who moved to adjust the thermostat on the wall off to the side. "Apologies for that. I think we will have you hold some longer poses now so that you two are not constantly moving."

"The air conditioning should help too, so thank you," she said gratefully after taking a drink.

Dylan was nowhere near the shape Ria was in so he was very appreciative for the hydration and the cooler air that was now being pumped into the room. The clinical tone in which Vang gave direction coupled with the fact that there was only one person in the audience helped calm Dylan's nerves to the point that he felt almost like he was a professional model. "This must feel like one of your actual modeling shoots," he muttered quietly to her, holding a cold bottle of water to his temple.

"There are some similarities, yeah," she agreed as she ran her hands through her hair. "A little less hectic, for sure."

"When you are both ready, we can begin our next set of poses," Vang called out, having moved from behind his easel to stand right next to the stage. "These I will ask you to hold for about twenty minutes each."

Dylan shivered, not from the coldness of the water bottle but from the memory of the last time he had held a pose with Ria for that long. His eyes followed the round globes of her ass as he followed her back to the center of the platform, his dick throbbing at the prospect of being near them.

Ria turned around and waited for Dylan to come alongside her before looking over at Vang. "Ready."

Vang nodded, lifting his hands up and clasping them together. "Please face each other and embrace."

Oh shit. Dylan swallowed hard as he turned towards Ria, taking in his roommate's magnificent figure as she stepped towards him. Her soft breasts pressed into his chest as she hugged him, and he felt her hardening nipples poke his pectoral muscles. She brought her hips flush to his, which almost caused him to cry out as his dick was sandwiched in between their bodies, the underside of his shaft directly against her pubic mound. As if on cue, a dollop of pre-cum escaped from his tip, smearing the lower half of her stomach.

Ria did not react to this aside from a slight widening of her eyes and the corner of her lips quirking upward. "Is this good?" she asked Vang, the subtle breathy note in her voice the only indication that she was affected by the body-on-body contact with Dylan.

"If I could ask you to please move your arms around Mr. Kellogg's shoulders," Vang requested, stepping towards the centerline of the stage to get a better view of them. "Mr. Kellogg can have his hands on your hips. And if you would pull your torsos apart just a little, but bring your heads together so that your foreheads are touching as you both look downward, that would be perfect."

Dylan bit back another curse as he dropped his hands to rest on Ria's shapely hips, the sweat on her skin making it slightly troublesome to find purchase. They pulled apart briefly then slowly leaned in towards each other until their foreheads touched. A few of her blonde locks fell and brushed against his face, so Ria reached up to tuck them behind her ear before throwing her arms around his shoulders. The position they were in had him staring directly at her tits which were covered in a sheen of perspiration. His cock was clearly in view, still being squeezed between their groins and dribbling pre-cum from all the stimulation.

"I'm sorry," Dylan mouthed silently to Ria, hoping that she could read the apology on his lips while also praying that Vang had not seen the mess he made.

She said nothing, but gave a barely perceptible nod of her head in acknowledgement and shifted her hips slightly into his, the friction causing both of them to gasp audibly.

It was unclear if Vang had noticed the interactions between his models as he stepped back towards his easel and resumed sketching. "Excellent. Please hold this pose for me."

Minutes ticked by as they stood there, their bodies intimately intertwined. For Dylan, it had a different level of eroticism from having to hold her breasts in his hands from behind. His dick pulsed against her belly and he could feel the heat of her pussy on the base of his shaft and on his balls. It was easy to imagine stepping back and guiding himself into her and a large part of his brain screamed at him to do just that. Judging from how aroused she seemed to be and the fact that she had initiated such close contact was surely a sign that she wanted it just as much as he did?

As he listened to the sound of Vang scratching away as well as Ria's shallow breathing, he knew that his logical side would win out in the end. There was too much at stake and he was not about to assume to know what she wanted. Their relationship had been built on trust and while she was certainly a huge tease, she had always been forthright about what she would and would not allow. He was also sure that modeling in the home of a very rich man who was paying them was neither the correct occasion or venue for finding out if she was willing to let him fuck her.

"You may relax," Vang called out after what seemed like ages. "Please take a few moments before we move onto the next one."

Dylan took a reluctant step backwards as he freed himself from her embrace, their bodies sliding apart wetly. His cock bobbed in the air and pointed itself at her, as if directing attention to the copious amount of pre-cum it had left on her stomach. "I dunno why there's so much," he said in a strained whisper.

Ria shook her head and gave him a wry smile as she ran a hand through her cleavage and down her abdomen, using her sweat to dilute and wipe away the fluids he had left on her. "I think he's just excited to be here," she joked in an airy tone, sensing his tension and trying to lighten the mood.

"If you are both ready to proceed, I would like to propose taking advantage of your chemistry to attempt poses that are outside of the norm." Vang had made his way back to the edge of the stage and was studying the both of them intently, his gray eyes glinting.

"Our 'chemistry', Mr. Vang?" Ria queried with a tilt of her head. "Were the other models you drew lacking in that?"

Vang's lips pressed into a thin smile as he regarded her, then turned his head towards Dylan. "The other models I've drawn were serviceable, but none of them shared the same... enthusiasm you have for each other."

Dylan could tell Vang was looking right at his erection and somehow resisted the urge to bolt off the stage. He threw his hands in front of his crotch and took a step towards the door. "Ah I'm so sorry if this is a problem for you, I can go get rid of it..."

"It is not a problem for me, Mr. Kellogg," Vang stated silkily. "It was not a problem last week either, but I was not the only artist in the room. Luckily, Ms. Murphy's quick thinking saved you the embarrassment."

"Shit." The word was out of Dylan's mouth before he could stop himself. He stared at Vang in bewilderment, trying to process the fact that someone had seen what Ria had done to hide his boner in the middle of a room full of people.

"Dylan had a lot of nervousness going into modeling for the first time, so we did what we had to do to keep things professional," Ria explained evenly. She did not seem as surprised as Dylan was that Vang had noticed, but the blush that appeared in her cheeks had nothing to do with her makeup.

Vang held a hand up to forestall any further justifications. "As I said, it is not a problem. In fact, it is partially why I asked you both to pose for me today."

"It is?" Dylan blurted, again unable to check his reaction in time. "I mean, I don't understand, isn't it unprofessional to have-- err, to be erect when being drawn, sir?"

The older man snorted lightly, another break in his otherwise stoic veneer. "I think that depends on how you look at it from my perspective. I am not a professional artist so whatever I draw is technically unprofessional. And if we are looking at it from the lens of yourselves as professional models in that I am compensating you monetarily for your work, then I think we can all agree that I as the paying customer have the final say in determining what conduct is unprofessional, yes?"

It took a few seconds for Dylan's still-panicked brain to parse Vang's statement. "I guess when you put it that way, it makes sense," he mumbled, still shellshocked from Vang's revelation.

"What sort of poses did you have in mind for us?" Ria asked, a guarded note in her voice. "And what makes them 'out of the norm'?"

"It would probably be easiest to show you," Vang replied, raising his hand and making a gesture. His assistant appeared bearing two canvas-sized portfolios, placing them on the stage in front of Vang before withdrawing. "Come have a look for yourselves."

Dylan and Ria approached as Vang opened the large leather cases to reveal an array of sketches. The signed "U. V." at the bottom of all of them indicated that these were indeed all done by Vang himself and they depicted nude figures in various poses. While the first few were of single models, they quickly gave way to drawings with multiple subjects. As Vang continued to flip through his work, the poses went from fairly benign to increasingly risqué, culminating in an illustration of a man holding a woman by the neck with one hand, while lifting one of her legs with the other and positioning his erect penis in between her legs.

"These are well-drawn, Mr. Vang," Ria complimented him, though her eyebrows arched higher and higher with each picture.

"Thank you. As you can see, my interest in figure drawing can skew towards the prurient, which is not typically tolerated in a shared setting. These sketches are composites of my own design; no models actually posed in these ways." Vang clasped his hands behind his back and looked at each of them in turn. "With what transpired last week, I decided to gamble on you both being willing to indulge my vices and provide an actual reference for the poses I desire to draw. You are, of course, free to decline, which you may do with the knowledge that you will still be paid handsomely for your work."

Dylan took a step back as his mind reeled. The poses in Vang's drawings were incredibly sexual and while none of them had depicted outright intercourse, he could not help but wonder if it was something that would be asked for. He glanced at Ria, who had crouched down to examine Vang's work more closely.

"Can I talk to Dylan about this before we move on?" she asked after a few more moments of studying the sketches, the look on her face unreadable as she got to her feet.

Vang nodded as he began to arrange his drawings back into the portfolios. "Take as much time as you need. Keep in mind that what I am asking of you is outlined in the contract you signed and does satisfy the requirements for extra compensation, should that factor into your considerations."

Dylan's mind was moving faster than his mouth could keep up. "How much more?" he inquired hastily.

The older man craned his head up to lock gazes with Dylan. "I am open to negotiation, but I was going to offer double the initial quoted rate as a starting point."

Double. Dylan did some quick math in his head and had to keep himself from whistling as he and Ria walked off to the side of the stage to discuss. Never in his horniest dreams did he think he would be asked to pose naked with his absurdly attractive roommate, much less be paid for it, but Vang was offering him just that and requesting that they do so in some of the most salacious positions that he had ever seen. His rock hard erection seemed to quiver in anticipation at the notion of being so close to her pussy again.

Ria stopped at the edge of the platform and turned to face him, her arms crossed underneath her breasts. "Well, what do you think?" she started, a pensive expression on her delicate features.

"I think it's wild he's offering so much money," Dylan responded, somehow managing to stop himself from ogling her tits to look her in the eyes. "And I still can't believe he saw what we did last week."

"He was sitting all the way to the side, maybe he had a better angle than most other people did," she surmised, glancing in Vang's direction. "And it is a ridiculous amount of money and I can see why. Those poses he drew were... a lot."

He wiped a trickle of sweat off his temple before nodding in agreement. "Yeah those were something else. But if it makes you too uncomfortable, we don't have to go through with them. He's already paying us a ton after all."

"Funny, I was just about to ask about your comfort level," she said, dropping her gaze down to his waist. "This might be only your second time modeling, but someone's not shy about it at all."

Again, Dylan counted it as a win that he did not act on his first instinct to cover his raging hard-on, especially in light of how often she saw him naked. "I'm just glad it's not an issue for him," he breathed with a sigh of relief.

"No, he seems to want to use it if anything." Ria chewed on her lower lip as she pondered their situation. "I think I'm game for it if you are."

His eyes widened. He had half expected her to say that what was being asked of them was finally too far out of her comfort zone. "Are you sure? What if he makes us do one where... you know..." He trailed off and shrugged helplessly, leaving the implication unspoken. What if he asks us to fuck?

"Guess we'll have to see," she replied, giving him the small, private smile she only used with him as she reached down to grasp his hand. "Just remember that I trust you and that you trust me."

The tenderness of her gesture touched him, despite the circumstances they were currently dealing with. Resisting an incredible urge to kiss her, he nodded and squeezed her hand in return. "Okay, I trust you."

"Good." She turned to walk back to the center of the stage, her hand still locked in his as they came to a stop. "Mr. Vang, we're ready to go, however you want us to pose."

"Splendid, splendid. I am glad you have agreed to my offer," Vang said, his tone still business-like. "I trust double the initial rate is satisfactory to you both?"

Dylan glanced over at Ria since they had not actually discussed the terms of payment. "I'm okay with that if you are...?"

She favored Vang with a discerning look, her eyes slightly narrowed as she regarded the older man. "Let's agree to double for this time and if you like what you see, we can settle on rates for the future sessions."

One of Vang's gray eyebrows arched slightly at Ria's proposal. "You negotiate rather well, Ms. Murphy," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I am amenable to that, so let us get started. Mr. Kellogg, if you would be so kind as to take a seat on the floor."

Dylan lowered himself gingerly to the ground, his dick bouncing against his stomach as he sat down, his legs straight ahead of him. "Like this?"

"Part your legs just slightly," Vang instructed.

Oh boy. Dylan did as he was told, despite feeling very exposed as he spread his legs, his erection still standing at attention.

"Excellent," Vang said before turning his attention to Ria. "Ms. Murphy, please face me and kneel over Mr. Kellogg. Lean back into him and bring your arms around his head."

"Can do." She gathered her hair and pulled it over her shoulder as stepped over Dylan and dropped slowly to her knees until she was directly over his crotch. Moving her head next to his, she raised her arms and brought her back against his chest.

Dylan gulped as he watched her position herself over him. She had pressed her calves against the outside of his thighs and he could feel the heat of her pussy hovering just inches above the head of his cock as she rested her body against his. Her breath played across his cheek and he shivered from the stimulation.

Vang paused to study them before issuing his next set of directives. "Mr. Kellogg, reach up with your right hand to grasp Ms. Murphy around her neck. Take your other hand and grasp her left breast. And place your mouth against her shoulder, as if you were biting it."

"It's okay, go ahead," Ria whispered in his ear, as if she knew he would hesitate. "I trust you." She tilted her head to give him easier access to her throat.

Shakily, he brought his hands up, placing his right one around her exposed neck and finding her breast with his left. He heard her sigh quietly as he squeezed the pliant flesh, her nipple hard against his palm. His dick throbbed harder than it ever had before; this was by far one of the most intimate poses they had ever been in. He felt every subtle shift of her body as she held herself in place, precariously positioned over his erection. He lowered his head to her shoulder, his mouth finding the taut muscle and tasting the salty perspiration on her skin.

"Two more minor adjustments, Mr. Kellogg," Vang said from behind his easel. "Move your hand up higher on her neck. And adjust your other hand so that her nipple is visible between your fingers."

Dylan gently shifted his hands to comply, taking care not to grip her too tightly. The smell of their intermingled sweat along with the heat of their bodies pressing together was almost overwhelming to his senses and in that moment he would have liked nothing better than to thrust his hips upward and ram his cock into her waiting pussy. The thought of doing that excited and scared him in equal measure, and it was that fear that kept him from acting on it. "This good?" he rasped, taking his mouth off of her shoulder momentarily.

"Perfect," Vang proclaimed, already scratching away at his canvas. "As with your poses last week, should you feel the need for... improvisation, you may go right ahead."

Improvisation? What the fuck does that mean? Dylan thought to himself as he sat there with his arms wrapped around Ria's naked body. It had been made clear that his erection was not an issue so he wondered what Vang had meant with that cryptic allowance.

Time seemed to slow as they held their pose, their breathing becoming slightly more labored as they perspired under the bright stage lights. The slight discomfort from sweating combined with the ache in his arms provided enough of a diversion from the fact that he was groping his roommate in the service of art.

He had been so focused on distracting himself that he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt something warm and wet on the tip of his penis. "Ria?" he whispered urgently against her shoulder, realizing that her body had slid downward enough for her pussy to rest right on his cock. Before he could stop himself, his body responded in kind, his hips twitching upward, sliding his glans into the folds of her labia.

"Dylan, it's okay if you -unh- put it inside me..." she breathed, her voice barely audible. "I think that's -ah- what he wants..."

Part of Dylan's brain was aware that she could have been referring to either his dick or Vang himself as the realization dawned on him that this had been what the older man meant by 'improvisation'. "A-are you sure?" he asked, still not quite believing that she had just given him the go-ahead to fuck her, despite the fact she had been the one to close the gap between their genitals.

She nodded against the hand still wrapped around her throat. "I'm sure," she confirmed as she inched herself even further downward.

"Holy fuck," he swore as he felt the head of his cock slip past her quivering inner lips and into the warm wetness of her pussy. Time lost all meaning and he forgot that they were modeling for another person as she slowly guided even more of him into her. The slick inner walls of her vagina contracted around his dick, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. He wanted nothing more than to grab her ass and start plowing her with abandon, but managed to hold in place as she controlled the pace of penetration.

After a few more inexorable moments, she rolled her hips to slide all of him into her, a moan escaping her lips as his cock filled her pussy. "God, that feels so good," she whimpered, rocking her pelvis into his and shuddering from the sensations.

"I'm glad you chose to improvise," Vang's voice cut through, reminding the both of them that he could fully see them fucking in front of him. "If you could hold that position for just a minute longer, then you may act on your passions as you see fit."

"Okay," he rasped against her shoulder, answering for the both of them. Part of Dylan was absolutely mortified that he was having sex in front of another person. But as he felt Ria's pussy continue to squeeze around his dick, he found that he no longer cared, his inhibitions melting away since his dreams of getting to fuck Ria had become reality. It also dawned on him that Vang had very likely wanted this to happen, given the position he had asked them to model.

The minute seemed to stretch on forever but finally Vang said, "Thank you both for indulging me. You may go ahead and take time to relieve your concupiscence for each other. I can leave the room if you would like."

Ria let her arms down and collapsed forward, breathing heavily as she got on all fours, Dylan's cock slipping out of her. "You can stay, Mr. Vang," she gasped, pushing loose strands of hair out of her face as she regarded the older man. "This is what you wanted anyway, wasn't it?"

Vang gave her a curt nod, a thin smile the only outward sign of emotion on his face. "I was hoping you would take the initiative if presented with an opportunity to do so."

She did not reply to him and instead tossed her head back to look at Dylan, a predatory glint in her blue eyes. "Fuck me, Dylan," she purred sensually, raising her ass in the air towards him and using a pair of fingers to spread her wet pussy lips apart. "Fuck me hard."

The wanton look on her face, the carnality of her words and the absolutely brazen display of her dripping cunt almost made him lose control right then and there. However, he was determined to enjoy finally being able to have sex with his amazingly hot roommate after months and months of teasing and close calls. He got to his knees and grabbed hold of her hips, teasing the swollen folds of her labia with the tip of his penis before driving it into her and starting to fuck her in earnest.

Her lusty cries and the sounds of their flesh slapping together filled the room as they gave into their hedonistic desire for each other. Every lunge into her warm wet hole set his nerve endings ablaze with pleasure, her tight pussy clenching around his shaft as he pounded himself into her again and again and again. Flecks of sweat flew off her bouncing breasts as she bucked her hips back and forth in time with his, allowing him to penetrate her deeper and deeper with each thrust, squealing in delight every time he rammed his girthy meat into her moist fuck tunnel.

He wanted to stay there for hours, fucking her pussy with reckless abandon, but soon the telltale tingling in his balls let him know he was close and he felt his dick harden up even more as always did right before he had an orgasm. "Ria, I'm-- I'm gonna cum," he wheezed, his voice strained from exertion. "I can't hold it anymore..."

"Cum for me," she panted, continuing to rock her hips against his, relishing the delicious friction of his engorged length sliding in and out of her. She had been rubbing her clit with one hand but when she felt him ready to pop, she reached further back to fondle his testicles as he fucked her from behind.

Feeling her slender fingers tweak his nutsack broke the dam and he uttered a strangled growl as the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced wracked his body. "FUUUUCK!!!" he bellowed gutturally as he buried his cock as deep as he could and erupted inside of her, painting the walls of her vagina with his hot seed as he shuddered in euphoria. His hands gripped the round globes of her ass hard enough to leave marks as he emptied his balls into her, shooting load after load of cum into her pussy until he was finally spent.

Ria moaned as she felt him withdraw, the motion making an audible squelch as he pulled his cock free from her pussy. Almost immediately, gobs of white cum gushed out of her well-fucked hole, sliding over her puffy inner lips before splattering onto the wooden surface below. As she shifted and tried to to her feet, even more of his jizz pushed its way out of her slit, getting caught momentarily in the folds of her labia before running down her leg. "Someone was backlogged..." she murmured as she slid a hand between her legs to try and stem the flow of sperm leaking out of her.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Dylan lamented, sitting back on his hands and watching helplessly as she dealt with the aftermath of his orgasm. While his climaxes were typically robust, the fact that he had not masturbated for the past few days had caught up to him and resulted in the large buildup of semen that was currently dripping out of his roommate's pussy onto the expensive-looking floor.

"These are available if you would like to make use of them to clean up," Vang called out to them, indicating a set of white terry cloth towels that his assistant had placed on the edge of the stage. "And do not worry about the floor, we will get that handled."

Dylan got to his feet and waddled over to grab the towels, shooting Vang an apologetic look before returning to Ria and handing her one of them before wrapping his softening cock in the other. "Here, this should help and I'm so sorry again."

She took the proffered towel and dumped the small puddle of his ejaculate she had collected in her hand in one corner before bunching it up and pressing it against her still-leaking pussy. "It's okay," she assured him with a coy smile before reaching up towards him. "Help me up?"

He gripped her hand and held firm as she hauled herself to her feet, still keeping the towel between her legs. "I knew I should have taken care of it before we got started..."

"I think that this is a good stopping point for today," Vang interjected before she could reply, his tone still controlled and professional, as if he had not just watched two people vigorously fuck right in front of him. "I enjoyed sketching your interpretations of my artistic vision. May I count on both of you for our next session?"

Dylan looked at Ria, not wanting to speak for her. They had not only had sex, but they had done it with an audience and he was still coming to terms with both of those things. And Vang had asked if they were willing to come back for another round of posing, which now held an additional layer of context, given what they had just done.

She returned his gaze even as she shifted the towel to catch even more of his cum as it spilled out of her pussy. "We will be here," she replied evenly after a few moments of looking at Dylan. "We're happy to have provided inspiration for your art."

Vang nodded as he gathered his sketching implements. "Splendid. Winters will see that you are returned to your vehicle. And your payment for today will be deposited into your accounts by the end of the day."

"Thank you Mr. Vang," Dylan said as he clambered down from the stage, then turned to help Ria do the same. As they put on their robes, he glanced over at Vang's easel and felt his jaw nearly drop. The older man had sketched Dylan fucking her from behind, his dick halfway into her pussy. Their genitals were depicted in stark detail; Vang's artistic ability was honestly very good and it was clear what he enjoyed using it to draw.

Vang caught Dylan staring at his work and paused as he moved to tear the piece of paper from his easel, an enigmatic smile on his lined face. "You're welcome, Mr. Kellogg. I'll see you next week."

*****

"Well, that was certainly something."

Ria's first words after they had both been dropped off and gotten back into her car were such an understatement that Dylan had to laugh. "That was... wild," he said, his mind still reeling from the experiences of the past few hours. "I still can't believe you let me do that, Ria."

She gave him a smirk as she spun the steering wheel and got them on the road. "I hope it lived up to your fantasies, Dylan."

"Are you kidding me? It was amazing." He felt his face flush with embarrassment as he mentally played back the images of his cock sliding into her pussy. "Getting to be... inside you felt really, really good."

"I'm glad." Her tone was playful, but the smile that spread across her lips was genuine. "Especially since that was your first time, right?"

He nodded, fidgeting slightly in his seat as it dawned on him that he was no longer a virgin and that his first experience with sex had been with her. "It was, yeah. Not quite how I pictured my first time would go, honestly, but I'm thankful it was with you."

"What, people don't want their first time to be in front of an old guy drawing their every movement?" she joked even as a blush spread across her cheeks.

"He's definitely weird in that way but if you're that rich I guess you're allowed to be?" he surmised just as his phone dinged. Pulling it out of his pocket he checked it and did a double take. "He just sent the payment and there must be some kind of mistake because it's for a thousand dollars."

Ria's eyes went wide as she tapped her own phone in its holder on her dash. "I just got mine as well and it was two thousand. Do you think we should call Winters and say there's been an error?"

Dylan tapped at his screen a few times and exhaled a sigh of relief. "No, there's a memo with the transaction details. I got paid two hundred for the two hours we were there and he added an extra eight as a 'tip'. Holy shit."

She whistled as she downshifted to get onto I-5. "He can be as weird as he wants to be if he keeps paying us like that."

"What we're doing, what we just did... it's kinda out of the ordinary, isn't it?" he mused quietly. "He paid us to have sex in front of him, so do you think we're going to have to again?"

"You make it sound like such an ordeal, roomie," she mocked him, then laughed as a stricken look crossed his face. "Easy, easy, I'm kidding. I honestly don't know what he'll want us to do next but given how much he seems to want to see people fucking, then I'd say there's a decent possibility that we might need to, yeah."

An involuntary shiver of anticipation ran up his spine at the prospect of getting to have sex with her again. "And you're okay with that?" he asked, a nervous tone in his voice. "Even after what happened today?"

She shot him a mischievous look. "That was a lot of cum," she admitted. "Spent a good ten minutes trying to get all of it out of me and I'm pretty sure there's still some left in there."

He felt his face redden. "I'm sorry! I just hadn't jerked off for the past few days because I was too nervous about today... that's why there was so much."

"It's totally okay, I'm just messing with you," she soothed, reaching over to pat his thigh. "Though I guess that was a first for me, too. Never let a guy cum inside me before that."

Dylan felt the heat in his face rising further. "You haven't? Then why did you let me?"

She shrugged. "First time for everything, seemed like the best option given the circumstances," she replied, her tone nonchalant, as if they were discussing the weather and not the fact that he had deposited a ton of semen in her pussy. "And before you worry, I'm already on the pill for less fun girl stuff so we're covered there."

"Ah, okay." That had been his next question but she had been one step ahead of him. He stared quietly out the window for a few moments before asking his next question. "So where does that leave us?"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

He exhaled deeply, his hands still shaking from nervousness and overstimulation. "I mean, we've kinda crossed a line now. It's not just me getting to look at you while you're naked or you helping me by getting me off. What we did... that's way past that. I'm just afraid it's gonna change things between us."

Traffic on I-5 was heinous as it always was and they coasted to a stop, which let Ria turn towards him, a fond look on her face. "I mean, things have already changed between us, but not for the negative," she said gently. "You've held up your end of the bargain as my roommate, and nothing you've done has been without my permission. And we talk about things as two consenting adults of sound mind and judgment, right?"

"We do, yeah," he agreed. "But we had sex and roommates don't just normally have sex with each other..."

"It happens way more often than you would think, but no, I will concede that it's not part of your typical roommate arrangement." Traffic started to move again so she threw the car into gear before glancing over at him again. "But I don't think we quite qualify as 'typical' roommates, so... would you like it to be?"

He was not sure he had heard her correctly. "E-excuse me?"

"I see you're going to make me spell it out for you," she said with a tone of mock exasperation, a wry smile playing across her lips as she eyed him predatorily. "Dylan, I'm asking you if you'd like to fuck me."

His dick had already been on its way back to full erection status and the brazenness of her words got him all the way hard again. "I'd like that a lot, actually," he replied, nodding his head vigorously, hardly believing his ears. "Do I... Do I just ask you if you want to?"

"It's as easy as that, yes," she confirmed with a nod. "If I'm not up for it, I'll tell you. If I am up for it, we'll fuck. Simple, and it goes both ways, yeah?"

He stopped himself from actively scoffing. "Sure, though I don't really understand how someone has hot as you are would want to give someone like me the time of day, much less want to fuck me."

"Hey, if you couldn't tell, I was enjoying myself," she informed him as they finally exited the freeway. "A girl has needs too, so don't sell yourself short. And besides, if Vang is going to want more 'improvisation', we should probably build up your stamina so that you're not just nutting in two minutes."

"All right, all right," he said, running a hand over his face in embarrassment as he regarded his bombshell of a roommate, still coming to terms with the implications of their conversation. His cock throbbed in his shorts, ready and raring to go despite his orgasm less than an hour prior. "So if we got home and I wanted to have sex with you, all I'd have to do is say 'Hey Ria, do you want to have sex?'"

"Is this a hypothetical or is this you asking me if you can fuck me when we get home?" she queried, still grinning as she turned onto their street.

Maybe it was character growth or the beginnings of a sense of confidence that saw him responding with barely any hesitation. "It's only a hypothetical if the answer is 'no.'"

This got a laugh out of her. "That's what I thought."

Minutes later, they were back in the apartment, shedding their clothes as soon as they walked through the door. Dylan pulled his boxers off, his erection springing free and pointing straight at Ria as she shimmied out of her dress. "How do you want to do this?" he asked breathlessly as his eyes hungrily drank in the curves of her body as she stripped.

"You tell me, you were the one who asked," she purred as she stepped out of her panties and kicked them to the side, leaving her completely naked. She gave a low whistle as she regarded his boner. "It really is impressive how quickly he's ready to go."

"Like I've always said, with you it's the easiest thing in the world," he said, taking a step towards her before hesitating. "Do I just touch you now...?"

"Oh Dylan," she sighed, closing the gap between them. She grabbed his left hand and placed it on her right breast, then took his other hand and planted it firmly on her ass. Shifting her hips forward, she pressed her pelvis up against his, gasping softly as she felt his cock slide between her legs, her pussy flush against the top of his engorged member. "Part of the deal with us fucking means that, yes, you get to touch me. I'm glad that you always make sure it's okay, so I hope this clears things up."

He groaned as he ground his penis against her wet slit, his pre-cum joining with her pussy juices to lubricate his shaft. Pinching her nipple gently with his thumb and forefinger, he was rewarded for his efforts when she moaned in pleasure. He gave her ass a squeeze, then slid his hand up her spine to grasp the back of her neck. "I'm sorry Ria, but I am going to have to ask one more question," he breathed, locking eyes with her. "This one is important. Can I kiss you?"

She smiled at him tenderly even as she shook her head at his insistence on propriety. "Yes, you can kiss me. I would love it if you kissed me."

Tentatively, he leaned his head forward and pressed his lips against hers, gently at first, then with a bit more urgency as she responded in kind, her tongue darting out and forcing its way into his mouth. As they kissed, he pushed her forward with his body until she was backed up against the high counter in their kitchen. When they came up for air, he used his hands to lift her ass and seat her on top of the surface. "Do you want to know how many times I've imagined getting to fuck you on this counter?"

"I think that's a trick question, but you don't have to imagine anymore," she replied, grinning wickedly as she leaned back onto the countertop, bringing her legs up to either side of him and spreading her pussy lips open with a pair of fingers.

He took a few moments to just marvel at the erotic sight in front of him, trying his best to burn it into his memory. Stepping forward, he ran the tip of his dick up and down her wet slit, smearing her swollen folds with his pre-cum before finding the entrance to her pussy and sliding his meat into her. He grunted in pleasure as he felt the delicious warmth of her vagina envelop his cock, squeezing tightly around his shaft as he began to pump it back and forth.

She mewled in ecstasy, rubbing her clit in circles as he plowed her over and over. Grabbing one of his hands, she brought it to her mouth and suckled on his fingers, her blue eyes flashing with desire. Her chest shone with perspiration, rivulets of sweat running down her heaving breasts and into the valley of her cleavage.

Dylan felt himself crest nearer and nearer to another orgasm, his breathing labored as he increased the force of his thrusts into her. "Ria, I'm close..." he panted.

"Wait, wait," she cautioned, placing a hand on his belly. At his confused look, she raised herself onto her elbows and gestured to their bathroom. "If you're gonna cum, let's get into the shower."

"Oh yeah, that's probably for the best," he agreed, stepping back and shivering as his cock slipped out of her, glistening with her pussy juices.

She got to her feet with a wobble and had to grab his arm for support as she moved towards the bathroom, her legs shaking beneath her. "Just easier to clean up in here," she reasoned as they stumbled through the door and into the shower stall. Pressing herself up against the tiled wall, she spread her legs and thrust her ass out for him, a clear invitation to take her from behind. "Now you can finish what you started."

It occurred to him that the first time she had ever touched him sexually had been in the shower, and he had thought the handjobs to conserve water would be as far as they would go. But now she stood there, a sultry look on her face as she all but encouraged him to fuck her senseless, the erotic fulfillment of his wildest wet dreams.

He stepped forward with purpose, grabbing her hips with his hands, finding the entrance to her pussy with his erection and spearing it into her with one smooth motion. Snaking his hands around her torso, he fondled her tits with his hands and pressed the side of his face against hers, listening to her breath catch in her throat. As she clenched and squeezed around him, he felt the pressure rising in his balls and knew that he was only seconds away from climaxing. "Ria, I'm gonna..."

She craned her head back and threw an arm around his shoulder, bringing them face to face. "Fire when ready," she cooed, looking into his eyes as she leaned in, her lips finding his.

Her teasing missive, along with the intensity of her gaze, the urgency of her kiss and the delicious sensations around his shaft were enough to send him over the edge. "I'm-- I'm cumming!" he shouted as the first set of convulsions rocked his body. He felt his cock shoot a massive wad of hot cum into her, filling her pussy for the second time that day. His tongue dueled with hers even as he continued to pump in and out of her, the rippling inner walls of her vagina contracting around him as if trying to milk every single drop of jizz from his balls.

She broke their kiss with a contented sigh as he unloaded a final immense spurt inside of her, pressing her forehead against his even as he pulled his softening member out of her. As soon as he slipped out, clumps of his semen spilled forth from her well-used hole, dripping down her inner thighs and onto the shower floor. "Still very impressive how much you always seem to have in the tank," she teased him as she twisted her body around to lean her back up against the wall, her legs still spread to allow his cum to leak out of her.

"I'm glad you think so," he said, his voice raspy from exertion as he came down from his orgasmic high. "I guess this is going to change how we shower together too?"

"If you want it to, roomie," she replied coyly. "We still have to try and conserve water, after all."

"I never knew water conservation would turn out to be so interesting," he mused as he studied her naked body as if recommitting her curves to memory now that he knew what they felt like to touch. "I'm sorry that I keep asking but... after all of this, we're still good, right?"

Ria's smile was all tenderness as she languidly rested her arms on his shoulders. "Yeah, Dylan, we're good. Trust me."

"I trust you."