Abstract Pleasure

The rays of the setting sun danced like flames upon the surface of Mirror Lake as the heat of the summer day still lingered, matching the electrifying anticipation the upcoming night had promised. Lana felt anxious. The invitation to Late Night Ladies Night sat in her passenger seat, a new exhibit at the Alfred-Conner art museum promised to feature women artists from all over the world. The local news mentioned this would be a daring, yet exciting display, it's all anyone could talk about. However, cameras weren't allowed to show anything from the exhibit, and this was the first showing, so the pieces were still quite a mystery. Even the protestors couldn't tell whether this was something to protest or not. The only thing known was the main artist featured, Imogen Frost, who was quite the mystery herself.

Somehow Lana was invited to attend the early access showing. Due to limited space, the invitation told her to come alone. She typically didn't like attending social events, much preferring to stay at home with a good book, but this was something she couldn't pass up. The intrigue of the exhibit outweighed her social anxiety.

Lana looked down at her clothing as she munched on some fries she got from the fast food joint down the street. Her black shirt now covered in fry dust and some lingering salt. She sighed and brushed off her chest, reminded that she probably wasn't dressed the best for the evening. She sat in her car, parked facing the lake, however she could see the museum in her rear view mirror. She spotted women going in every once in a while, and they all looked like the artsy fartsy type, definitely not what Lana was dressed as. Sure, she loved art, but dressing up might bring attention to her, and she definitely didn't want that. T Shirt and jeans worked just fine for her.

"Maybe I should just go home." Lana said with a sigh. The cool afternoon breeze blew in from her open window, and she glanced in her rear view mirror once more. She watched the traffic pass by when she spotted a familiar blue car with LGBTQ+ bumper stickers driving by her. Lana followed the car with her eyes, trying to spot the person who was driving the car as it pulled in a couple of spots away. Her head tilted left and right as she tried to look through the windows of the cars between them, and finally recognized her friend Rowan.

Lana smiled, feeling relief that she wasn't the only familiar face coming here tonight, it'd be helpful to have someone she knew by her side. Lana stuck her hand out the window and waved at Rowan, but she wasn't paying attention to her, she was looking down at her phone.

Lana pulled out her phone and texted Rowan, "Bitch, is that you?!!? Look to your right!"

A few seconds later Rowan looked up and finally met Lana's eyes. Rowan mouthed something to herself in her car and waved. Lana beckoned Rowan to come, who was already getting out of her car and headed her way.

Wearing high heels, a black dress and black stockings, Rowan scurried over to Lana's passenger side, and got in the car while Lana moved her stuff out of the way. Lana groaned internally, feeling even more self conscious in her basic clothes.

"Did you get an invitation too?" Rowan asked as she flashed her own invitation in front of Lana's face.

"Yep, I guess because we're members of the gallery? That's the only thing I can think of that makes sense. Maybe we won some kind of members-only lottery?" Lana held out some fries, to which Rowan eagerly took.

"I feel like we're about to walk into some Eyes Wide Shut shit." Rowan laughed and began reading the invitation.

Dear Rowan Torres,

You are cordially invited to attend a once in a lifetime experience.

The Alfred-Conner Gallery presents Late Night Ladies Night

A sneak peek into our upcoming exhibit, Abstract Pleasure.

Featuring Imogen Frost and many other women artists from around the world.

Please join us for a night of excitement as we celebrate women artists.

Artwork features never before seen exhibits, it's sure to thrill the artistic spirit and titillate all senses.

This invitation is valid only for the member holder, we ask that you come alone due to limited space.

A special exhibit is planned just for this one night only, we will be taking cell phones off your person before entry to ensure no photos or recordings are taken. It's imperative to respect the request of our artists.

"Remember that the password is Fidelio." Rowan added.

Lana laughed, taking a sip of her iced tea and offering some to her friend. "I was contemplating whether to actually go in or not. Do you even know who Imogen Frost is? I heard she's some kind of recluse who only comes out for gallery showings. She's always photographed wearing some kind of mask or feature to hide what she actually looks like."

"I don't know much about her myself, but the mystery of it all makes it so much more exciting. Maybe she'll be here tonight... I wonder what she looks like... oh! Do you think she's hot? My God, my nipples are tingling in anticipation!" Rowan shook her chest to emphasize her joke as she laughed to herself.

"Quit showing off, dork. You could knock someone out with those things." Lana giggled before continuing.

"As far as looks go... I can just see her now, some artsy fartsy chick with a nose ring, and an arm sleeve of tattoos with obscure meanings that only true artists will understand."

"Oh, bonus points if her hair is dyed blue or purple. Oh... and red lipstick, and pale white skin... maybe she's a sexy vampire." Rowan took a look at herself in the rear view mirror, clearly looking for a catch tonight.

"So, we just listed a whole bunch of gay stereotypes like she's some kind of super lesbian. Does she tick all your boxes, Rowan?"

"I'm okay if she doesn't sparkle." Rowan laughed.

"Noted, we'll both be on the lookout for a non sparkly vampire with arm tattoos, blue or purple hair, and red lipstick."

"Oh, and glasses! Black frames." Rowan added.

"It's kind of strange that no one really knows what she looks like, but I guess if I was famous, I wouldn't want people to know what I look like either."

"Really? I think I'd want people to know exactly who I am."

"Well you're outgoing and hot, so of course you would."

"Oh hush." Rowan smirked.

"So... do you think she's hot?" Lana wondered after a moment of silence.

"Definitely." Rowan winked and polished off the french fries in her hand.

Lana watched Rowan finish eating and carefully fixed any flaws with her makeup. Looking like Rowan seemed exhausting, sure she got a lot of attention, but it didn't really seem worth it to Lana.

"I don't want to impose on you and this mystery recluse artist, maybe I should just go home. I think you got this handled." Lana half joked, feeling more self-conscious than before. Whenever Rowan and Lana went out together, Rowan was the one who caught all the looks.

"What?! You have to go in! We can't chicken out now, don't you want to see what all the fuss is about?" Rowan took a sip of Lana's iced tea and set the drink back down.

"I know... but what if they have weird stuff in there?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know... like what if they make you slaughter a chicken and rub blood all over each other like some kind of weird cult or coven?"

Rowan stared at Lana. "You've been watching too much TV."

Lana giggled, "You know I'm uncomfortable in public settings, especially when I don't have my sacrificial garb on. I might be unprepared for the sacrifice. What will we do then, huh?"

"We'll thank them for a lovely time and turn around and leave... or you can, I don't know, I might be into it." Rowan laughed.

"Of course you'd say that." Lana rolled her eyes.

Rowan looked behind them and was silent for a couple of minutes. "I mean looking at the women going in, it seems pretty normal I guess? I don't see anything out of the ordinary."

"You're going in with me, right?" Lana asked.

"Of course. If they want to sacrifice us, I'll be sure to push you in the way first."

"It's the chickens they're going to sacrifice, remember? And besides, good luck getting away in those heels."

"Oh, I can run pretty damn fast in these heels, don't worry."

Lana smiled, and then sighed, "You know I could be at home right now, reading a good book? It's past my bedtime already."

"Oh my God, woman. You need to get out and live a little. The book will still be there when you get home, but this is once in a lifetime shit. Maybe you'll find a little late night lady to take home." Rowan joked.

"Not when you're standing next to me wearing that. You'll have to beat the women off of you." Lana motioned to Rowan's outfit.

"Oh stop it!" Rowan shrugged her compliment off, but Lana caught a smirk on her face.

"You love it, don't you? Getting all the girls." Lana stated more than asked.

Rowan looked at her friend for a moment, "Yes, it can be nice sometimes, but you know you got it going on too, don't you? I mean, my God, you don't even have to dress up and you're still gorgeous. Me? I have to try really hard to look this way, for you it's effortless."

Lana blushed, "I don't see it that way."

"I do. You're gorgeous with zero effort. If we weren't friends, I'd be all over you."

"Oh shush." Lana smiled, the burning of her cheeks increasing as the seconds passed by.

"I'm just saying... you're a knockout Lana." Rowan genuinely smiled at Lana.

The two sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes as they passed the iced tea to each other until it was finished. "Well, shall we Ms. Torres?" Lana asked finally.

"Yes, let's Ms. Delane." Rowan agreed, and both women got out of the car.

Lana sounded the alarm on her car, and the two women walked across the street to the museum. With each passing step, Lana felt her stomach lurch and her heartbeat quicken. She didn't know why she was so nervous, especially with Rowan right next to her.

Rowan noticed Lana slow down a stride, and said "Hey, are you okay? You know we don't actually have to go in, right? If you want to turn around, we can both go back to your place and just chill."

Lana shook her head, "I'm fine, I know I'll regret it if I don't go in. Besides, once I'm inside I usually calm down. It's just the anticipation that makes me so nervous."

"Okay sweetie, just remember what I said. Now let's go look at some art." Rowan smiled.

The two women approached the entrance as the sun finally set over the horizon. As they got closer to the entrance, the doors opened for them. Two women were standing there, dressed in all black just like Rowan. Lana caught a glimpse of their appearance, not wanting to look the women directly in the eyes, but she could tell they were gorgeous. The feeling of not being appropriately dressed intensified. She felt like she didn't belong, and wanted to shrink into a corner and disappear. It was always like this, the feeling of never being good enough always lingered in the back of her mind. She was used to it by now, and tried her best to brush it off.

"Welcome to Late Night Ladies Night." Both women said in unison.

Lana smirked, not sure if that was intentional or not. Rowan just slowly looked at Lana, eyes wide with excitement. She could tell that her friend was really excited to be there, another reason why she decided to go through with this. She didn't want to let her friend down, or seem crippled by social anxiety. There were many moments in her life where something seemingly normal to most people was a crippling moment for Lana. She became used to putting on a brave act and trying her best to seem like it didn't bother her, but she always felt people could see right through her. It was exhausting.

"Thank you" Rowan said, breaking Lana out of her inner monologue.

"May we see your invitations?" one of the women asked.

"Oh yes", Lana reached into her purse and presented the invitation. Rowan gave hers to the other woman.

A couple of seconds passed as the woman glanced at the invitation. "Perfect. Now let me get you a key so you can store your belongings in our lockers. Remember, no video recording or pictures are permitted."

Lana nodded her head as the docent handed back her invitation along with a wristband with a key attached. As the docent handed back the invitation, their hands brushed against each other, a momentary feeling of warmth and connection passed between the two women. Lana looked up at the docent and their eyes finally met. The docent's eyes were like ice, light blue and piercing, her fiery red hair surrounded her eyes in a perfect frame. Lana had a hard time looking away, this woman was absolutely stunning, quite possibly the most beautiful woman she's ever laid eyes on.

The docent smiled softly, her hands lingered a second longer and then finally released. Lana could feel her cheeks burning, a weird feeling of calm and slightly turned on passed over her. Lana continued to look the docent in the eyes, every second the docent's smile becoming slightly bigger, slightly warmer, going all the way up to her eyes.

Lana smiled back, a small giggle escaping her lips.

"Uh, Lana, you ready?" Rowan asked, breaking Lana out of her trance once again. Rowan's hand brushed against Lana's forearm, forcing her to look away from the docent.

"Yep, totally fine. So where are these lockers?" Lana shook her head, the sight of the ice blue eyes lingering in the back of her mind.

"Right down here Lana, let me show you." The docent smiled, and placed her hand on the small of Lana's back, guiding her towards the room to the right of the entrance.

"How'd you know my name?" Lana asked.

"It was on your invitation, and your friend just said your name silly." The docent smiled.

"Oh right, duh!" Lana's cheek began to burn once again. The docent smelled intoxicating, confusing her senses once more.

Rowan laughed as she walked along with them, eyeing the docent's hand on the back of Lana.

Once they reached the locker room, the docent let go of Lana, and asked, "Would either of you like a glass of champagne? Compliments of the gallery."

"Oh, awesome! Yes please, Lana would you like any?" Rowan asked.

"No thank you, do you have anything non-alcoholic?"

Rowan let out a small laugh before the docent could say anything, "Oh come on, one glass isn't going to kill you. Don't be such a dork."

Lana sighed, "I guess I'm going to let peer pressure win this time, sure I'll take a glass."

The docent smiled, "Perfect, I'll be back shortly while you two ladies put your things away, and just in case, we do have non-alcoholic drinks. You just need to ask one of the guides around the gallery, and they'll be happy to help."

"Thank you." Lana said, truly appreciative of the gesture.

The docent took her leave, and Lana turned around to meet Rowan's mischievous eyes and the goofiest smile.

"What?" Lana asked as she found her locker, and began to put her stuff away, her cheeks still burning from the interaction.

"Do you see the way she looked at you? She's eye fucking you."

"Oh shut up!" Lana laughed, "I don't think anyone was thinking that." She placed the back of her hand against her cheek in an attempt to cool off.

"Oh come on, I can tell when a woman is interested, and she definitely was. Besides, looking at the way you were looking at her, I would say the feeling was mutual." Rowan took her purse and locked it away, moving a little closer to her friend.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Lana said, but couldn't help smiling. She pulled at the wristband with the key attached.

"Mmmhmm" Rowan laughed.

"You're positively giddy over this, aren't you?"

"Of course, I want to see you get laid, and she's definitely interested."

"Rowan, I highly doubt that, she's just being nice. They probably have cameras in here and can hear everything you're saying by the way. She's probably in a back room somewhere laughing her ass off at the conversation we're having."

"Oh stop, they don't have cameras in here... do they?" Rowan looked around, her voice suddenly getting smaller.

"I wouldn't doubt it."

The docent came back in with two glasses of champagne, handing Rowan hers first and then carefully handing Lana hers, fingers brushing up against each other again.

"Thank you." Lana said quietly.

Rowan took a sip of her champagne and watched quietly from the side. The glass hid her smirk.

"Now, where do we start?" Lana asked the docent, taking a sip from her own glass.

"Right when you walk out, you'll want to go into the main entrance and view some of our larger pieces, from there you can branch off into whatever direction you prefer, there's no real linear way to go, but I would suggest saving the most interesting exhibit for last." The docent smiled, truly showing passion for what the galley has on display.

"What would that be?" Rowan asked.

"Abstract pleasure, of course. You'll find it on the top floor of the gallery. I think you'll both be in for a treat. I myself love each and every piece there. I could spend all day just looking at it all."

"That sounds like it's quite exciting, I can't wait to see what this mystery exhibit is." Lana said, truly interested now. Her social anxiety seemed to have gone away.

The docent placed her hand on Lana's arm, "Oh you'll love it, I'm sure. I can't wait for you to see it."

"Well thank you, you've been really kind... I'm sorry I don't know what your name is, how rude of me." Lana apologized, searching the docent for a name tag but not seeing one.

"Oh no worries, you can call me Willow."

"It was very nice meeting you Willow." Lana said.

"You as well Lana... and Rowan, right?"

Rowan nodded, "Yep, that's me."

There was a moment of awkward silence, and then Willow chuckled, and excused herself.

"If there's anything you two need, there's always a docent around, please feel free to ask any questions, we'll do our best to answer them."

"Thanks Willow." Rowan said as she took Lana's hand and led her away.

Once they were out of ear shot, Rowan leaned in and whispered, "She totally wants to fuck you."

"Right here on the gallery floor?" Lana tried to brush it off with a joke, but she could sense something too. She didn't know if she was going to be able to focus on the actual exhibit or if Willow would be dancing around in her mind, preferably topless. The thought of the gorgeous redhead moaning her name crossed her mind briefly before she forced herself to think of anything else.

"That'd be hot. It could be the newest exhibit." Rowan chimed in.

The two women entered the main gallery, and were met instantly with gigantic paintings on the wall. One of them was a self portrait made up with a collage of torn up tampon boxes, another showing the virgin Mary with a vacuum cleaner. The focus was definitely on the struggles women have with everyday life and the expectations that came with simply being a woman. Lana was genuinely fascinated by the art, but her mind kept lingering back to WIllow.

Everytime Rowan said something or commented on a piece, it took Lana all the brain power she had to pay attention to her. Most of her replies were nods, or Mhm with the occasional comment or two. Lana had absentmindedly finished all of her champagne and now carried the empty glass around with her, twirling it between her hands.

"I'll take that. Would you like another?" A familiar voice came from behind the women.

Lana jumped, not expecting Willow, or anyone for that matter, to be right behind her. She turned around and smiled, making sure Rowan wasn't near her, "Can I have a bottle of water please, I'm such a lightweight."

"Of course, I'll be right back with that." Willow took the glass and disappeared into another room, not bothering to ask Rowan about her glass.

Lana looked around for Rowan and spotted her chatting with another woman about one of the pieces, being very touchy feely with this stranger. So it looks like Rowan had found her catch and was trying to lure her in already. To be honest, she was relieved Rowan had her attention elsewhere for a moment, this gave Lana the chance to take a breather. She didn't know what was happening, so many things occurring all at once was overstimulating to her.

Lana took a deep breath, refocused herself and waved to get Rowan's attention, who briefly looked at her, long enough to see that Lana was motioning that she was going to be in the next room, where Willow just happened to have gone to.

Rowan nodded her head, and then focused all of her attention back on her conversation. Lana could tell by the way Rowan was acting, that she had hoped to take this woman home tonight. She'd seen it many times before, each time ending with success.

Lana took her time walking into the next room, which from the looks of it, had most of the lights off. The blackness of the room cascaded into the room she was currently in as she approached the entrance. Looking into the room, the first thing she noticed is that there was a video playing against one of the walls. The video was a close up of different women's faces, each one looked as if they were in the midst of an orgasm. The film was silent, black and white, and it cut to different faces at random, zoomed in at odd angles so you couldn't really tell what the women looked like fully.

Lana approached the wall, suddenly fascinated with each woman's different expressions. She sat down on the bench in front of the wall, not wanting to take her eyes away. A shadow from her body blocked a small piece of the film, but she didn't care. No one else was in here, she felt alone, safe, secluded.

She gazed intently at these women, not knowing exactly what they looked like, but seeing the passion in their eyes, the want, the desire. The movement of the lips, the closing of the eyes, the writhing of their bodies that you can see from the motion of their head. It was sensual, erotic, and quite frankly, a turn on for Lana.

Then she saw it, a flashing of familiar eyes. It was in black and white, but she could tell they were Willow's eyes. Lana had to do a double take, but before she could really take a good look, the film cut to a different woman.

"What the hell? No way." Lana whispered to herself, determined to wait until the film looped so she could get another good look.

Another shadow appeared next to Lana's, "See anything you like?"

Lana jumped again, turning around quickly to meet Willow's gaze. The light of the projector framing her body made her almost look angelic. The wisps of her red hair glowed against the light, her face darkened, making it hard for Lana to see her expression.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." Willow said as she walked around the bench and sat next to Lana. "Do you mind if I sit with you for a moment? I always like to see the expressions of visitors and get their opinions on pieces."

"Not at all, please do." Lana smiled and scooted over slightly, not sure whether to feel awkward or not. Her mind was going to a hundred different places at once.

Willow handed Lana a bottle of cold water, hands touching once again.

"Thank you." Lana said and immediately opened the bottle and took a big chug. A small drop of water cascaded down Lana's chin and drifted beneath her shirt.

Willow nodded her head, eyes clearly following the bead of water, and then back to Lara's gaze.

The two women stared at each other for a moment before Willow looked up at the projection on the wall. "What do you think of this one?"

Lana's eyes lingered on Willow a moment and then turned back to the film. "I think... it's amazing. I love that the artist is focused on the pleasure of the woman, and not on the body parts. It's a very emotional piece. It takes away the male gaze, and puts the focus directly on the emotion of the woman. I love that so much."

"I look at these women and try to understand what they're thinking, I want to know what's going on through their minds, I want to know what their desires are, I want to know what gives them ecstasy." Willow said quietly.

"I want to be the one to give women that." Lana said without thinking.

"How do you know you don't?"

Lana looked back at Willow, suddenly closer than before, her chest facing Lana. The two women stared at each other in the darkness as Willow's hands brushed slowly against Lana's thigh, fingertips delicately grazing her inner thigh. Lana felt her legs open slightly, the touch alone sending shivers down her spine. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, reveling in the moment. She felt the hot breath of the other woman breathing down the side of her neck, the strands of her red head causing goosebumps to spread across her skin.

"Would you like to find out?" Lana whispered in a trance. All she could think about at this moment is how bad she wanted this woman sitting next to her, she wasn't thinking properly. She was ready to go, right here, right now.

Willow smiled and reached out for Lana's chin, bringing her closer, closer, closer...

"Lana, are you in here?" Rowan's voice came thundering into the room.

Willow moved away so swiftly and quickly, by the time Lana understood what was happening, Willow was already sitting up like nothing happened. She raised her eyebrows slightly, confused at what just happened. Had she imagined it?

"What the Fuck?" Lana mouthed to herself.

Rowan took a step back from the room when she realized what she could have been interrupting. "Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. We have a whole other wing of exhibits to look at, but I can leave you here if you want?"

Willow cleared her throat and approached Rowan, "Can I get you another glass of champagne?"

"Um, sure. I'd like that." Rowan smiled awkwardly at Willow, who nodded her head and walked out of the room quickly.

Once Willow was out of view, Rowan rushed over to Lana like a giggling school girl. "Did that just happen?!"

Lana blinked a few times, "I don't know what happened, but I liked it. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't walked in."

"Shit... I'm sorry, I just didn't want to leave you alone." Rowan almost looked more disappointed than Lara felt.

"It's fine, how could you have known. What happened to the woman you were talking to?"

"I told her I was coming to check on you before we... left together."

"Ah, so you did bag a catch."

"I can stay if you want, I don't want to leave you behind."

"No... I think I'm going to stay here and see what the hell is happening."

"Good girl. I almost want to stay to watch. Let me know what happens." Rowan winked as she gave Lana a hug.

Lana nodded her head and hugged her friend back. "Have fun."

"Oh you know me, I will." Rowan smiled and waved. She then turned around and left, where the other woman was standing by the frame of the room. Rowan grabbed the other woman by the hand as she giggled, and the two disappeared.

Lana took another deep breath, looked back at the film on the wall, not sure if she should wait or keep walking. After a minute of standing around awkwardly, Lana made her way outside of the room to explore the rest of the museum.

So far everything she'd seen had been amazing, but it looked like there was one last room she hadn't explored yet. There was a staircase nearby with an arrow pointing upward. "Abstract pleasure this way." Lana said to herself as she ascended the staircase.

Upon arriving at the top, she could hear other guests laughing and talking amongst each other. This must have been the big draw, the showstopper of the evening. As she walked further into the room, she could see why. Lined on the walls were various pieces of art that were all a depiction of gigantic vaginas. All different mediums, shapes, colors, and sizes. The other guests were touching them freely, as the signs around the exhibit encouraged touching.

Lana looked around the room, not sure whether to watch or participate. She looked around at the other women in the room touching the pieces on the wall, some of the pieces had an interactive part where if you touched the right spot, a moan came out of it. Lana smiled, it was both ridiculous and hot at the same time. Watching all the women around the room touching different vaginas, essentially getting them off, was quite an amusing site.

Feeling a little emboldened, Lana decided she wanted to play too. She walked up to the first one she saw, and she must have triggered something because when she did, the speaker next to the piece said "Want to play with my pussy? Please, touch me."

Lana's cheeks burned but she reached out her hand nevertheless, and started to stroke the folds of the vagina hesitant at first. The speaker began to moan as Lana continued to touch the vagina, which caused her to laugh.

She moved on to the next one, this one a darker color and shaped differently. "Do you like the way I look, baby?" The speaker said.

This time Lana reached out to the pseudo clit, and gently began to rub it. The speaker began to moan and say, "More, oh yeah baby."

Lana intensified her strokes, treating this just like a real life woman, as the moaning grew louder. Suddenly a green light appeared above the artwork and the speaker said, "Congratulations baby, you made me cum."

Lana laughed at how ridiculous this was, but she was having way too much fun. She continued like this, going to each piece, finding out what its triggers were, taking her time with each one all the while Willow was on the back of her mind. All the women that were in the room before her had already had their fun and left, and no one came in after her, leaving her to have fun all by herself.

She reached the last one on the wall, this one was a bit different from the rest. It was larger, and as she looked in the entrance of the vagina, it looked like it went pretty far back. She looked beneath the piece and noticed the initials IWF on a golden plaque.

"Imogen W. Frost... Imogen Willow Frost... no, that can't be, can it?" Lana said to herself, a weird feeling of excitement washing over her at the thought of her Willow actually being Imogen Frost.

Lana tried to think of all the times she'd seen images of Imogen Frost, but since she was always wearing a mask it was hard to tell what she actually looked like. She couldn't look it up on her phone since it was locked away, so she was out of luck there.

She approached the art piece cautiously, and looked around the room. No one was to be found still, it almost seemed like Willow had just disappeared. Maybe she decided she'd had enough fun with Lana and got bored, or maybe Rowan had scared her off when she interrupted them for the first time.

Lana extended her hand, and felt around the folds, feeling a soft velvet like material which actually felt quite comforting. The speaker beside the vagina started to slowly make a slight noise, almost like a whisper. "Deeper" she heard the speaker whisper.

Following the directions of the speaker, Lana inserted her fingers into the vagina, her finger getting warmer the deeper she went. She reached upward in search of the g-spot, feeling for any kind of trigger, but hadn't found anything yet, so she decided to go deeper. She inserted her entire hand, trying her best to feel for it, but it's like she had to keep reaching deeper and deeper. This one was difficult.

Lana laughed again, and pushed her arm almost elbow deep into the vagina, the cloth became tighter the more she extended her arm inside, but she could hear the speaker getting louder, encouraging her to go further. Then she finally felt something, a soft, almost sponge like material, and she decided to caress it gently to see what reaction she'd get from the speaker. The second she pressed against the material, a deep, raspy moan emitted from the speaker, louder than any of the other ones.

"Okay, so that's what you like." Lana said to herself. She was thankful no one else was in the room with her, otherwise this would be quite embarrassing. She began teasing the g-spot, careful to start nice and slow, and with her other hand, began caressing where the clitoris was. The moans on the speaker began to grow louder and louder, she felt a slight vibration on the art piece as she continued fucking this fake vagina on the wall. It was as if instinct took over, Lana knew exactly what to do.

"Looks like you're having fun." Willow's voice came from behind.

Lana yelped, and she turned around to see Willow watching her with glee. The moaning speaker was still going off as Lana's arm was still inside the vagina. She started to laugh at the situation, she couldn't help it. Willow started to laugh along with her.

"And it looks like you caught me arm deep in a fake pussy." Lana laughed even harder at that, her shoulders shaking as she looked back at the vagina, and continued to laugh.

"Indeed I have, but it's quite the lovely sight I must say." Willow approached Lana and placed her own hand on the vagina. "It seems like you really know how to get a woman off. I've been watching you go around the room, you're quite determined."

"How've you been watching me? There's no one here..." Lana looked around the room to make sure there wasn't anyone else around.

Willow shrugged, "I have my ways." Her hand moved to Lana's and helped remove it from the art piece. Once her hand was free, she thanked Willow and said, "Your name really isn't Willow, is it?"

Willow shrugged again, "It's one of my names."

"I knew it... you're Imogen Frost, aren't you?"

Willow smiled, her hand still on Lana's, stroking it lightly. "Oh darn, it looks like you figured me out."

"You're not going to have to kill me now, are you?" Lana joked.

"Hmm... no, but you must swear you'll be a good girl and not tell anyone." Willow's hand crept up Lana's arm, gently running her fingers along her arm causing goosebumps to appear.

"I promise, your secret is safe with me... but I'm still gonna call you Willow. It fits you."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, Imogen seems like such a standoffish name. It's so proper, but you're so warm and kind, and this exhibit is so fun and carefree... I think Willow is perfect for you." Lana's mind swirled with thoughts of arousal and excitement.

"Can I show you something? Something special to me?" Willow said, pulling Lana gently by the arm.

"Of course." Lana followed Willow like an obedient puppy dog.

She led Lana outside of the room, and toward the bathrooms and staff break room. She pulled out a key from God knows where, and opened the staff door, pulling Lana along with her.

"Am I allowed back here?" Lana asked.

"I'm the artist babe, you can go anywhere with me." Willow said, the click of her heels echoing off the hallway walls as she tugged Lana along, who was smiling at her use of "Babe".

They reached the end of the corridor, where they reached a purple door. Willow let go of Lana briefly to fish out another key, and opened the door. They walked into darkness until Lana turned on the soft light of the lamp to reveal a small studio, a desk with a Mac Studio, recording equipment, canvas, paints, and a comfortable looking bed in the back of the room.

"This is my studio away from home." Willow said to Lana, who took in everything, but kept her mind on the bed in the back.

"How much time do you spend here?" Lana asked.

"Quite a bit, hence the bed. Sometimes it makes sense just to stay here, especially if I'm feeling rather creative."

Willow closed the door to her studio and locked it, turning to face Lana who was still walking around the room, looking at everything. She turned to see Willow eying her up and down.

"Where'd your friend go? I tried to bring her a glass of champagne, but didn't see her."

"Oh, she left a while ago. She met another woman she liked, and off they went."

"I can't say I'm sorry to see her go... I was hoping you and her were just friends, thankfully I was right." Willow let go of the door and took a step toward Lana.

Lana could feel herself becoming more and more aroused with each step Willow took toward her. "And why's that?"

"I wanted to get you alone since the moment I laid eyes on you. I find you... quite intriguing."

"You mean my t-shirt and jeans? I'm not really anything special to look at."

"Oh I disagree, you're gorgeous, and I think deep down, you know you are." Another step toward Lana, slowly closing the distance.

Lana blushed, "I think you're absolutely beautiful, and I think you are well aware of that too. Based on all the women you featured in your short film. Do you show all of them your studio too?"

Willow laughed, "No, actually you're the only one I've shown my studio. Believe it or not, I didn't film all of them myself."

"Who filmed you?" Lana asked, this time she was the one taking a step toward Willow.

"Oh you noticed me, did you?"

"Your eyes are unforgettable. I knew it was you. You looked so good in that moment, I have to admit I'm a little jealous."

"Jealous? Of what?"

"Whoever gave you that look on your face, the face of absolute bliss."

Willow was about to say something further, but didn't get the chance to. Lana quickly closed the gap between them by taking a giant step, pulling Willow into her by wrapping her arm around her back, and planting her lips firmly against her.

Willow instantly wrapped her arms around Lana, eagerly returning the kiss. The softness of Willow's lips against Lana's was unreal. They were soft and velvety as she explored every possible inch of her lips, hungry for more. Willow's hands dragged up and down the length of Lana's back, digging in deep at some spots and gently grazing others. Finally her hands rested against Lana's butt as Lana moved her mouth down Willow's neck, nipping and licking as much skin as she could touch.

"God your ass is amazing." Willow said between her moans.

Lana's hands hungrily explored Willow's body, hurriedly working her way to the bottom of her dress. Her fingers delicately but expertly found the hem and began hiking it up while still exploring her neck.

"Your everything is amazing." Lana mumbled against WIllow, the vibration of her voice caused Willow to moan even more. Willow's hands moved from her butt to the front of her jeans as she searched for the button. She broke away from Lana just for a second to look down and unbutton her jeans. The sound of the zipper moving as Willow's hands desperately dived inside Lana's panties in search of her pussy.

Now it was Lana's time to moan as Willow's hands glided effortlessly down the length of her vagina. "You're so fucking wet baby." Willow whispered against Lana's ear as her hands expertly explored her.

"You make it hard not to be. I've been aching for you the moment I set eyes on you." Lana pushed up on Willow's dress even further inching it up her torso. "How do you get this damn thing off." Lana laughed.

"There's a zipper on the back." Willow laughed as she continued to stroke Lana's entrance. Her finger pushed delicately inside, seeking permission to go further. She felt Lana's legs open up more for her, giving her the unspoken permission she was looking for.

Lana's hands wrapped around Willow's back, finally finding the blasted zipper and pulling it down as fast as she could. She grabbed the top of her dress and pulled it down over her shoulders, revealing a black lace bra and milky white skin. Her mouth instantly on her shoulders as her hand expertly unhooked her bra. The straps flew off Willow's back as if they ached to be removed. She grabbed the bra and pulled it off along with the rest of her dress.

Willow moved her hand from Lana to help get out of her bra and dress, and now stood in just her lace panties and stockings. The two women stopped to stare at each other briefly, both smiling like idiots. Willow looked deep into Lana's eyes as she took her fingers that were just inside of Lana, and placed them against her lips, slowly moving them inside of her mouth and sucking on them gently. "Mmm, you taste so good."

Lana licked her lips at the sight, taking Willow's hands out of her mouth and placing them inside of her own. She slowly sucked on Willow's fingers as she eagerly watched. "You're right, I do."

"Oh, cocky now are we?" Willow smirked.

"No, just stating a fact." Lana reached for Willow's waist and led her back to the bed in the corner. She sat Willow down against the edge of the bed, and kneeled down in front of her. She could smell Willow's arousal from a few inches away as she reached for her panties, hooked them in her fingers, and slowly peeled them down the length of her body. Willow sat up slightly so Lana could get her panties off completely and then sat back down as the fabric rolled down her body. She gently stepped out of the stocking and panties, completely bare for Lana's viewing pleasure.

Lana kissed Willow's knees, rubbing her hands against the smooth skin, working her hands up and down her body. Her hands rested on her knees and slowly pushed them apart, to which Willow gladly obliged. The site of Willow's glistening pussy made Lana's mouth water. She was so wet, so ready and eager to go. Lana looked up to Willow who was staring intently at her eyes, seeking permission to continue. Willow nodded her head vigorously as her hands reached out to stroke Lana's head.

Lana reached around and cupped Willow's ass, pushing her body forward. She kissed along the length of Willow's thighs as she approached her pussy. Willow continued to stroke Lana's head as she got closer, easing her into her delicious folds.

She licked her lips as her tongue made contact with Willow's clit, making sure to be as gentle as possible to gauge her reaction. Willow moaned at the contact, as she pushed Lana's head in more, urging her to continue. She opened her legs further, making way for as much of Lana as possible. Taking this as a sign to go harder, Lana pushed into Willow with the tip of her nose, working her way along her entrance, dipping her tongue in and out. She could feel Willow arching her back, a low guttural moan escaping from her lips.

"Oh god baby, that feels so good. Please don't stop." Willow whispered between her moans.

Lana's tongue delved deeper into Willow's folds, in and out, up and down, tasting every inch of her beautiful pussy. She wanted to explore all of her. As her tongue busied itself on her entrance, Lana moved her fingers against Willow's clit, rubbing gentle circles against it. She could hear her wetness against her tongue, could feel her juices coating her face and hand, Lana couldn't get enough of it.

Willow started to moan louder, non stop as she moved her hands to prop herself up against the bed, and arched her back so she could get further into Lana's face.

Lana's other hand searched and found one of Willow's breasts, as she began massaging and flicking her hardened nipples. Her own wetness soaking her panties as Willow's moans drowned out any other sounds in the room.

Willow tried saying something, but it all came out as an incoherent mumble between her moans. It was as if she was in a trance, her body began thrusting into Lana's face, aiding her along the way. Lana moaned against Willow's pussy, thoroughly enjoying getting her face fucked.

This continued on for a few minutes, Willow's body thrusting against Lana's face, and Lana eagerly taking everything she got. Willow's body began to shake and her thrusts began to get slower and longer, until finally she threw her head back and arched her back in pure ecstasy, screaming Lana's name as loud as she could. Lana lapped up every ounce of Willow that she could, slowing her strokes as Willow's body came down, slowly relaxing. She could feel Willow exhale, and reach down to Lana's head.

Lana reluctantly removed her tongue and hand from Willow, and looked up at her. Willow motioned Lana up on the bed as she collapsed backwards onto the soft mattress, clearly worn out and unable to speak.

She slowly got off of her knees, and sat down on the bed next to Willow, looking down at her and stroking her head slightly.

"You are so fucking hot." Lana whispered.

Willow smiled, and pulled Lana by the shirt down against the bed with her, bringing her in for a kiss, tasting her own pussy on Lana's face.

"And you are quite the ride in the sack." Willow said between kisses.

"You haven't seen anything yet." Lana teased, kissing her back eagerly.

Willow's hand trembled against Lana's waist as she tried to lift up her shirt.

"I think it's time I took you for a ride." Willow tugged against Lana's shirt, clearly needing a little help. Lana sat up again and removed her shirt, revealing her basic black bra. Willow watched with a smile on her face as she caught her breath, and motioned for the bra to come off too. She obliged and undid the strap, baring her chest for Willow.

"Now take those off." She motioned for the jeans next.

Lana stood up, and slid off her jeans slowly for Willow. "Panties too." Willow added.

Lana looked at Willow and said mischievously, "Take them off for me."

She didn't think Willow could sit up as fast as she did, but before she knew it her hands were yanking Lana's panties down and eying her eagerly.

"You look good enough to eat."

Lana leaned down and kissed Willow against the lips, pushing her back slightly, and sitting on top of her lap. Her wet pussy deliberately placed against Willow's thigh.

"I want you to fuck me." Lana said as she rocked her body against Willow's thigh, soaking everything her pussy touched.

"Oh baby, don't worry." Willow watched Lana move against her thigh for a moment before twisting her body so that Lana was now lying against the bed and Willow was on top.

"How do you want to be fucked?" Willow asked as she kissed Lana's ear lobes, gently sucking on them. Now it was Lana's time to moan as she felt the soft wetness of Willow's mouth against her ear.

"I want to feel you inside of me." Lana opened her legs as wide as they could go and moved Willow's free hand down to her pussy.

"Please" she added.

"Of course, I'm gonna take good care of you. I want to make you feel so good." Willow focused on Lana's ear lobe as her hand practically slid off of Lana's cunt because she was so wet.

Her thumb found Lana's clit as her index middle finger worked their way inside of her soft folds.

"It's so easy for me to just glide right in Lana. You're so wet, I love it." Willow whispered in her ear, her breath sending chills down Lana's spine.

"You make me so wet Willow. I can't get enough of you. Please, fuck me harder. I need it." Lana whispered right back.

Willow increased pumping, adding another finger inside of Lana, who took it like a champ. Her hips began pumping off of the bed, in sync with Willow's thrusts. Lana turned her head to face WIllow, and pulled in for a kiss. Their mouths colliding with each other as Lana continued thrusting and Willow kept pumping, slowly picking up speed. Lana moaned into their kiss, which only encouraged Willow to go harder, faster, further.

"Fuck me harder Willow, please!" Lana cried out between kisses.

Willow expertly moved her hands like an expert, focusing in all the right spots. She studied Lana carefully for the right reactions, sure to find exactly what would make her explode. Finally Lana arched her back in one final thrust as she yelled out in ecstasy, so much so that Willow felt Lana squirt against her hand.

"That's right baby, you're so beautiful when you cum." Willow kissed Lana as she came down from her orgasm, now being the one out of breath.

"Oh my God." Lana breathed out as Willow continued to kiss her gently.

"I can't seem to get enough of you." Willow said gently. Both women clearly worn out from tonight's escapades.

"Nor I you." Lana replied. They continued to kiss, hold and stroke each other as they each came down from their high.

Both exhausted, close to falling asleep, Willow said "Stay with me tonight. Right here in my arms."

Lana looked at her through her own tired eyes, "Really?"

Willow nodded in assurance. "Yes, please. You're my muse."

"But you hardly know me."

"I know... it's just a feeling I have. A connection I don't want to give up. Please, stay with me tonight." Willow felt a pull toward Lana all night long, something she wasn't sure she'd ever felt before, and instant connection, a spark.

Lana smiled and nodded her head, "I'd love to."

"Wonderful!" WIllow exclaimed as she moved the blanket over each of their bodies, both holding onto each other for the rest of the night. It didn't take long for either of them to find sleep.

...

The next morning came too fast as Willow snuck Lana out of the art museum through one of the back doors. She met Willow outside of her car with her purse and car keys, no one knowing what had transpired between the two of them the night before.

"I don't want to end up in one of your exhibits." Lana said, half smiling. Willow could tell she was sad because she was too.

"Don't worry, what we shared was special, and I'm not ready to let that end. I hope you feel the same way too." Willow replied.

"I do." Lana said almost instantly.

"Good, now call me after work. I want to do this again... soon."

"How about you come over to my place tonight? It's not much, but it's mine."

"I'd love to." Willow embraced Lana in one last hug before she got in her car.

Lana watched in the rear view mirror as Willow walked back to the museum. Glancing down at her phone, she noticed the massive amount of missed calls and texts from Rowan.

Lana turned on her car and chuckled to herself as her phone once again began to ring. How in the world was she going to explain this to Rowan?