Confessions of a Voyeur Ch. 10

It is recommended to read the earlier chapters for context, but it is not required. I recap required elements for understanding.

There are some morally dubious elements in this story. It is meant to be a pure fantasy and not an endorsement of such behavior in real life. This is meant to be sexy, not instructive. All characters are eighteen or older.

Comments are greatly appreciated and give me encouragement to continue the story.

In the previous installment of my confessions, I was invited to visit my old neighbor, Ana Flores, in Los Angeles. Ana Flores was establishing a career as a sapphic erotic artist and was launching a show at a gallery in Silverlake, and she had invited me to attend and stay at her house. In case you don't remember, I had once modeled for Ana when she was my neighbor, as a shy lesbian virgin. While I had seen the initial versions she had made, I had yet to see the final versions she was debuting at the art gallery.

I had also been allowed to invite a guest, and I had invited Susan. Susan was the woman who took my virginity, when I had spent a summer in her Colorado town, and we had continued to sext each other and share videos over the past year or so. Her work as a teacher at a Catholic school forced her to stay in the closet, and made dating and sex very difficult. While it had been a little bit challenging to coax her into joining me in Los Angeles, I think she was very excited for the chance to live freely.

And hopefully, to fuck me again. And we were going to be here for two weeks, so we'd have a lot of chances to fuck each other.

Our flights landed around the same time at LAX, but mine landed a little earlier so I killed some time looking at the shops in the airport. It was my first time in Los Angeles, and actually my first time in California, and so I bought two absolutely kitschy I Love LA t-shirts. One for me, and one for Susan.

Afterwards, as I was sipping on an iced coffee, I got a text from Susan. Just got here. Meet at baggage claim?

I texted her back, affirming our meeting spot and then texted Ana, who was picking us up. I went down to baggage claim, looking around for Susan, my heart racing. I hadn't seen too many recent pictures of her, but I recognized her immediately. Dark, curly hair hung loose to her shoulders, where freckled, tanned skin met the straps of a blue tank top. Her jeans clung to her shapely, sizeable hips, and when she turned around and waved at me, my heart skipped a beat, sending a tremble down my chest and back, down to my cunt.

"Kate!" she said, shrieking as she dashed over with her large suitcase in tow. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "It's so awesome to see you. I was getting so bored this summer, and I haven't been to LA in ages, so this was the perfect trip right before school starts again."

"It's great to see you as well," I said, my cheeks flushing as her lips made contact with my skin. I wanted to grab her by the hips and kiss her hungrily, but I resisted the temptation. Making out with Susan in front of a room of strangers felt tacky, and also, I didn't think I would be able to resist kissing other parts of her body if I kissed her on the mouth. She'd put on a bit of weight since I last saw her, but the plumpness fit her body well, accentuating her already comely hips. "You're looking good," I said lamely, my perverse thoughts pulsing in my brain.

She snorted. "Oh, I'm getting a little chunky, but it's sweet of you to say that. You look cute, though, I love the white tank top and blue jeans look on you. Very California, as you'll see soon. It's your first time, right?"

"Yeah!" I said, excitedly. "I even got us these." I pulled a t-shirt out of my shopping bag and handed it to her. "I Love LA. I'm definitely making you wear this with me at some point."

Susan laughed. "Oh god, that's so touristy and lame. I love it."

My phone buzzed. I glanced at the message. "Ana's here to pick us up. Let's go."

We made our way outside into the warm, hazy day. It was late July, and while it definitely felt like summer, I was amazed by how much more pleasant and temperate it was compared to my hometown. Back home, summers were hot and gross and sticky, and here the air was hot but breezy and ocean-kissed. I loved it.

Ana had driven up in a shiny new SUV. California looked like it suited her. The older Latina had always been beautiful, but her brown skin had a new glow to it, and her tight yoga pants, t-shirt and baseball cap look popped in the California sun. She was as buxom as ever, her cleavage visible from her lowcut blouse, and her magnificent hips and legs showcased by the yoga pants. I felt very much inadequate around these two gorgeous, well-endowed women, but the fact that I had seen them naked on many occasions made it better.

Even if Ana had no idea I had seen her nude.

"Kate, mija, so good to see you!" she said, giving me a hug. She turned to Susan and helped the woman load her suitcase into the back of the trunk. "And this must be Susan," she said, extending her hand to the woman. "I've heard a lot about you."

Susan blushed as she shook Ana's hand. "Only good things, I hope."

"Of course," Ana said, winking. "Come on, let's go. I hate this shit airport."

It took us a solid half an hour to get out of the congested area around LAX, which was about par for what I'd heard about Los Angeles. Then we took another forty minutes to get across town to Silverlake, where Ana lived.

"I usually prefer to fly out of Burbank," Ana commented as we rode. "Much easier from the East Side. But not so many options, so I understand LAX."

"Thank you so much for picking us up," Susan said appreciatively. I was sitting up front and she was in the backseat, which annoyed me, because I wanted to start fooling around with her already. "I mean, Kate flew from much further away than me, but it really makes things easier. And also, thanks for letting us stay at your place."

"Oh, that's no problem at all. I like to have guests come visit." Ana frowned as she turned off the freeway. "And I couldn't say no to the girl who made our little Kate into a woman."

"Ana!" I said, my cheeks burning. I knew Susan was probably blushing just as hard as me. "I'm not going to tell you things if you're just going to embarrass me with them."

Ana laughed, clearly enjoying both of our discomfort. "Come now, I've known you all your life Kate. I'm just happy that you're exploring. That's very important for youths. By the way, do you mind if we stop at the studio? They have some details to finalize for the show in two weeks and wanted to talk in person. Some of the art is already installed, so you can get a little sneak preview."

"Oh, not at all. I've seen some of your art." Susan said eagerly. Eager both to change the subject, and to see the art, I presumed. "Kate showed me your website. You're really talented."

"Thank you, Susan. Everything at the gallery has never been publicly released, so you'll see some brand new art." Ana grinned. "And perhaps some old pieces I've kept under wraps." She gave me a knowing look.

My stomach twisted nervously. Did that mean the paintings of me would be there? They had never been released to the public, as far as I knew. Was I ready for the world to see me so lewdly displayed?

I guess I would have to go there and find out when I saw it.

We pulled up to the gallery, which like many of the artsy places in Los Angeles, was tucked into an unassuming strip mall. As we entered, however, my breath was taken away. The high ceilinged walls were coated with a luminescent material that approximated marble, and the lighting was nothing short of magical. As someone with an interest in photo and light engineering, I was really impressed with the setup.

And then, of course, there was the art. I'd seen a lot of Ana's paintings, including her earliest works that depicted her lovers. One of whom, Lisa Xu, I'd watched her fuck. And not too long ago, I'd had the pleasure of fucking Lisa myself. Part of me was disappointed Lisa's painting wasn't here, because she really was a beautiful and arousing woman, but I had seen it before.

The new ones were interesting. They featured women in almost every position of sexual congress or self-pleasure imaginable. And only half the gallery was full, as Ana explained, while more of her paintings were shipped in and curated for the correct placement. Susan, though her cheeks were flushed, quietly walked off and began to observe the paintings.

"Are these all your lovers?" I asked Ana.

"No, not all of them. Some are just models or couples I know." She paused and tilted her head towards one of the back corners of the studio. "I think you should show Susan the piece back there. I need to go talk to the gallery manager."

I walked up to Susan, my heart racing, and nudged her gently. My hand, in a way I thought was subtle but probably wasn't, slid down the small of her back to rest on her ass. She giggled and turned towards me, giving me a soft kiss. Our tongues met, for the first time in a year or more, and I moaned quietly. I wanted her so bad. I wanted to fuck her right here, right now, all over the room.

The painting in front of her, depicting two women in a sixty-nine, with blurs and artistic touches that obscured their faces, did not help my arousal.

"She's really talented," Susan said. "These are so hot."

I examined the painting in more detail. "This one's her," I said, pointing at the woman on the left.

"How do you know?"

"Those are her nipples."

Susan gasped. "You've seen her... have you... you know?"

I bit my lip. Susan didn't know about my perversions and voyeurism. She didn't know, after all, that I had spied on her before I seduced her. But I thought I could get away with just a bit of the truth.

"Okay, this is like, kinda pervy," I said, choosing my words carefully, "but sometimes I'd see her changing from my bedroom window."

Susan muffled a giggle into her hand, as I gave her ass a less than delicate squeeze with my own hand. "Oh, that's so bad, Kate. Does she know?"

"Maybe? Maybe not. I mean, I was a horny teenager. That's normal, right?"

Susan gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "I'll excuse it. Anything else you want to look at?"

"Yeah," I said, grabbing her hand and leading her to the back corner. A painting hung there, one I'd seen before. It was a triptych of me, in three stages, titled Virgin in Repose. At the edge of orgasm, within its throes, and lying in the afterglow. I was spread out on a bed, my hand between my legs, breasts and nipples exposed and aroused. But it wasn't exactly as it had been then. The colors were more vivid, more wild and abstract. And my face was distorted, my eyes a different color, my nose a different shape, to protect my identity. But my nipples, my cunt and my asshole were rendered in astonishing detail, my fingers pulsing deep within the depths of my labial folds. Anyone who had ever seen me nude, made love to me, would know that to me.

And Susan did. Her jaw dropped. "That's... that's you. I mean, your face is a little different. But..." She pointed at my breasts, then dragged her finger down to my pussy. "Those are your tits. That's your... that's your pussy." She looked at me, a sudden hunger in her blue eyes. "That's my pussy," she hissed, her tongue scraping over her lips.

I smiled, the heat of her gaze suffusing my face once more with warmth. "Yeah... that's me. I modeled for her. When I was a virgin, before I met you."

"That's even your... you know, your o-face. Like she got it right, even though she changed your face a bit." Susan shook her head. "She's incredible."

"I could paint you, too."

We turned around. Ana had sort of snuck up on us, and I got the feeling she'd been listening in for a while.

Susan stammered. "Oh... oh, I don't know. That's lovely that you would think me suitable. But I'm not really in amazing shape, and I've never done anything like that, for anyone."

Ana smiled warmly. "I have women of all shapes in my paintings, as you can see. Beauty comes in many forms, as does eroticism. I think the woman who took Kate's virginity would make a fascinating subject. And I would work to capture your beauty in the form that is unique to you, as I did with Kate." She gave me an encouraging look.

My lips twitched. A painting of Susan would be hot. "I think it's a great idea, Susan. Maybe you could even be in the gallery next to me."

"I do need to paint a few more pieces before opening day. That was what we were discussing. Some of the pieces I was getting on loan from their owners aren't available or won't fit the theme." She laid a hand on Susan's shoulder. "You'd be doing me a big favor. And you'd get a cut of the sale if someone buys it."

Susan's cheeks were bright pink. "It's so flattering, Ana, but really... I'm not sure."

Ana shrugged. "That's fine. Take a couple days to think about it. We should head back, anyway."

We headed to Ana's house. She had a decently sized house in the hills of eastern Los Angeles, with a view of downtown. Her garage had been extended through an extra bedroom to house her studio, but she had set aside her accessory dwelling unit as a guest house. That was where she ushered us into, helping us set our bags.

"It's a little small, but you're welcome inside the main house at all times. It does have a bathroom and laundry for you, though, so you should be pretty comfortable." Ana clapped her hands together. "I'm going to start on dinner. If you girls want to freshen up and meet me in the main house around seven, that will be good."

"Perfect," I said, waving as she left us in the ADU. Susan was still a little pink cheeked, but she nodded meekly as Ana left.

The moment the door closed, I turned to Susan. "Get naked, now." I had never really been the commanding type with her before, but I felt my sexual adventures over the past year had made me bolder. And I was also very, very horny. Freshening up could wait.

Susan didn't bother speaking. She stripped with the speed of someone who was just as horny as me. "I'm a little chunky, like I said..."

"You look so fucking good." I stared at her, amazed at her beauty. The freckles that trailed her tanned skin from head to toe, those small, perky breasts with dark areolae and nipples, her plump belly, her lightly trimmed, dark bush, her compact, pink pussy, her thick thighs... all of her, all of it, was perfection.

She giggled, then pointed at me. "Now you."

I stripped, baring my plain body to her goddess's bounty. Then I dropped to my knees.

She raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to play your favorite game?"

"No time," I said. I placed my hands on her thighs, spread her apart. "I want my favorite dish before dinner." She smelled magnificent, exactly how I remembered. She was already wet and ready for my tongue.

"Don't spoil your... ungh appetite," she moaned.

But I wasn't listening. I was where I belonged, my head between Susan's legs. And it felt good.

#

My appetite was not at all ruined, despite both of us coming before dinner. She in the bedroom under the diligence of my tongue, and me in the shower at the service of her fingers. We were in high spirits and ravenous by the time dinner was served, and it did not disappoint. Ana was an excellent cook, providing a classic Mexican meal of enchiladas with mole sauce, and a steaming bowl of brown rice. After our quickie in the ADU, I was ravenous and ate like a pig, while Susan was the polite one who made conversation with our gracious host.

"So, Susan, Kate told me you are a teacher. Do you like your work?"

"Oh, yes, I do like teaching," Susan said, smiling brightly. "I work as a librarian in the summers - actually, that's how Kate and I met. Teaching is so rewarding. I work with middle schoolers at a Catholic school, and that's probably the only thing I don't like about it."

Ana nodded sympathetically. "I grew up in the Church. They are not sympathetic to those of us who enjoy the charms of the same sex." She waggled her left hand fingers at Susan. "In fact, their teachings and my Mexican culture were the main reasons why I ended up married to a man for almost thirty years. He wasn't a bad man but..." She shrugged. "The chemistry in the bedroom wasn't there. And we both found comfort, outside our marriage. When the kids moved out, we got divorced, and I think we're both living our best lives now."

I shoved rice into my mouth as I listened. I already knew all of this, of course, but I could see the softness in Susan's eyes. Her heart was so generous and giving, as giving as her gentle and attentive tongue and fingers. I could tell Ana was winning her over. And that was exactly what she wanted.

Ana always got what she wanted.

"Sometimes I want to quit. But I love my job and my kids." Susan shook her head. "But I know I can't live like this forever. It's been nice to have Kate... even though she's scandalously younger than me," Susan said, giggling. "But being able to share intimacy with her, over a distance, it helps keep me from going mad."

Ana served us some wine. "You're twenty-one, Kate?"

"Yes, ma'am." I grinned. "Just turned twenty-one a few months back."

"Then you can drink with me, at last." She topped up our glasses and raised them in a toast. "To old friends... and new."

"Cheers," Susan and I said, and we clinked our glasses.

Ana went to the fridge to get dessert. "Did you girls enjoy the food?"

"It was excellent," Susan said. "You're such a great cook. I wish I could cook half as well as you."

I wiped my mouth and took a sip of wine. "Oh, yeah, my parents miss the cookouts and dinners with you since you left. The neighborhood's not the same anymore."

"You're too kind, Kate." She laid out three plates out for us, each topped with a slice of tres leches cake. "Tres leches cake. You've had it before, Susan?"

"Yes. But I'm sure yours will be sublime." We dug in, and I watched as Susan's talented, nimble tongue licked every last bit of cream off her spoon. I shifted my legs underneath the table and turned to Ana. Her tongue seemed stronger, more powerful, and she took solid, hefty bites. Her dark blouse shifted, revealing the lines on her cleavage, and images of her from my days of spying came back to me in a flash.

I was wet again, before I knew it. But Susan seemed to have no interest in retiring to the ADU. We ended up on the couch in Ana's living room, which was decorated in earth tones. Ana put some light, jazzy music on, and we opened up another bottle of wine. There were paintings on the wall, most of which were rustic landscapes, but there was one erotic painting. The woman was depicted supine, with her legs spread, a hand lying coyly to just barely conceal the genitalia, though her breasts were bared in full.

"Who is the model for that one, Ana?" Susan said, her eyes looking it over carefully.

"I think it's a self portrait," I blurted out, without thinking.

I felt both their eyes on me. My cheeks burned. "What makes you say that, Kate?" Ana said. She took a long sip from her wine glass.

"I... uh..." I stammered. I couldn't tell Ana that I had rigged up her house to spy on her from my treehouse. I couldn't tell her that my first orgasm had come as I had watched her strip nude, my hand shoved down in my pajamas, rubbing away furiously at my clit. "I... just a feeling."

Susan giggled. Her freckled face was a bit flushed from the wine. "Oh, just tell her the truth, Kate."

"What truth?" Ana leaned back on the sofa, her legs folded before like a cat, imperious and aloof. "Come now, mija, no secrets."

My cheeks were on fire. Susan was laughing at me. "I may have seen you a few times from my window. Just changing or whatever. I'm sorry for peeping, Ana."

Ana tipped her head back and laugh. "That's it? Mija, those things are no big deal. I can't tell you how many women I've snuck a peek at. But you have a good memory, Kate. That is a self-portrait. One of the first ones I did, for my old lover."

Susan tilted her head towards to Ana. "Oh, tell me about your lover, I'm so curious."

"It's a long story. We met at a PTA meeting, when I was still married..." Ana proceeded to relate the story, and I tuned out, being quite familiar with it already. Instead, I watched the little game being played between the two women. Susan was in her late twenties and Ana in her fifties, both older than me, and yet Susan was such an innocent, and Ana such a dominant, commanding individual. I was still discovering my own sexual proclivities, but even then I was starting to feel the inkling that I could claim dominion over Susan, but never over Ana. She held too much power over me, really, over any woman in her orbit.

And Ana had Susan in her orbit now. Her hand grazed the teacher's knee ever so slightly as they chatted, she licked her lips as she surveyed Susan's figure, and she made sure to lean over so Susan could eye her cleavage when she topped up our wine glasses. I had a few experiences in seduction by this point, but Ana was the master. Especially considering, as far as I could tell, she wasn't even trying to fuck Susan. She just wanted Susan to perform for her, the way I had.

The hour grew late. I was yawning, and yet my pussy ached, desperate to be played with. I started nudging Susan. "I think we should turn in. Hopefully we can explore the city tomorrow."

"Yes, we should," Ana said, glancing at her watch. "Before you turn in, though, Susan, have you given any further thought to my offer? I would love to paint you, and it would be great to start the initial sketches and planning as soon as possible."

Susan blushed, though her eyes held little of the reluctance she had before. "I think... maybe, yes. But..." She looked at me, and bit her lip, eyelids fluttering in a cute way that made my heart dance, and my cunny slicken. "I want Kate to model with me."

My lips parted in surprise. "What? Really?" I looked at Ana. "I mean, you already have one of me."

"No, no, this is good." Ana nodded, surveying the two of us with an intense, appraising gaze that made me feel like she was fucking me with her eyes. "It will be a great companion piece to Virgin in Repose. The Virgin and Her First Lover, perhaps. But if we are to do this, I will have to be very strict with you girls." She drained the last of her wine.

"What do you mean?" Susan said. My heart sank. I had a very good idea of what she meant.

"You two are not to play with each other, not without my supervision. Not until we finish the paintings. I have to work fast, in order to make the deadline." Ana's voice had grown severe, cold, and it sent a little thrill down my spine. "Kate can move to the upstairs bedroom in the house and Susan can stay in the ADU. I don't trust you to behave if you share a bed."

Well, that was wise. We definitely wouldn't have. "Ugh, that sounds terrible," I whined. "You know how long Susan and I have been waiting to fuck each other again."

"You already did once."

Susan spluttered, wine droplets spraying from her lips. "How did you know?"

"I can smell a freshly fucked cunt across an entire room." Ana's nostrils flared. "No arguments, girls. Kate, start moving your things. Tomorrow, I'm going to take you around the city and do some initial sketches. With your clothes on."

I grumbled a bit and so did Susan, but secretly, I was thrilled. I knew this was an experience Susan and I would treasure, years down the road, and I also knew Ana would push us to experience sexual delights neither of us could imagine right now. As I hauled out my bags, I paused to give Susan a little kiss.

"It's going to suck at first, but it'll be worth it, I promise," I said.

"Okay pet," she said, flashing sad eyes at me. "I do want to help Ana. And I trust you." Her eyes flicked up to the upstairs. "Looks like your bedroom overlooks the yard."

"Yeah?" I said, grinning.

"Well, I might stay up a bit. With my clothes off. And the lights in here on," Susan said, smirking as she pushed me out the door. "You might want to take a peek when you get upstairs."

And I did take a peek when I got upstairs. There she was, sitting with her legs spread on a wicker chair, fingers pumping into her pussy. I felt obliged to return a complimentary view, and disrobed promptly. I made sure to get out my blue vibrator when I masturbated for Susan, to show her I still had and used her treasured toy.

After all, Ana had said we couldn't play with each other. She didn't say we couldn't play separately, in full view of each other.

"Susan," I moaned, as the vibrator roared and thrummed me to climax. I couldn't wait for tomorrow.

#

After I'd showered the next morning, Ana dressed me up like a doll. Blushing furiously as I stood naked before her, she chose a cute pair of jeans shorts and a loose, long-sleeved t-shirt to go over a lacy bra and thong underwear.

"You've certainly upgraded your wardrobe since we last met," Ana said, smiling approvingly at me. "Especially the lingerie." She held out the thong for me, and I shamefully stepped into the underwear and let her pull the waistband up to snap neatly around my loins. She gave my ass a little pinch as she passed by me, causing me to shriek giddily. Ana was so alluring, so confident in her sexuality, that I couldn't help but obey her every word. I let her place the bra upon my humble breasts.

After I'd dressed, we met Susan outside in the yard. Though Ana had not dressed her, she had apparently given Susan suggestions, which the teacher had followed. Dressed in a flowy skirt and low cut blouse that showcased her small, perky breasts, nipples tight against the fabric, Susan looked the absolute combination of adorable and sexy. As I've said before, she was the perfect girl next door, with her natural plumpness and freckled skin.

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, that lingered a bit longer than expected. I was just excited to see her, to smell her, to run my hands over her, and frustrated that I couldn't have her right now. As we shared a kiss in that sunny backyard under the shade of an old sycamore tree, I heard Ana's pencil sketching away. Susan's soft, graceful tongue gave me a teasing flick across the lips and then pulled away. I groaned a bit, frustrated.

"What are you doing, Ana?" she said.

Ana lowered her sunglasses a bit. "Oh, don't mind me. Today we're going to just explore the city and I'm going to observe and sketch you girls candidly. Just pretend I'm not here."

I felt my cheeks heat up and I was sure Susan did too. It felt a bit intrusive but also... well, hot, knowing that we were being observed and sketched as we kissed and were affectionate to one another. I was used to being the voyeur - it was erotically thrilling to have the positions reversed. Blushing, I slipped my hand into Susan and we followed Ana out the door.

It was a pleasant day. We got brunch at a cute restaurant in the Arts District, visited LACMA and then Griffith Park. Throughout it, Susan and I did our best to be restrained, but I know we could both smell each other's arousal, our fingers and mouths eager to explore each other's bodies once more. We restricted ourselves to the occasion kiss, our tongues just grazing and barely dipping inside each other's mouths. Sometimes we were bad and let our hands scrape across the flanks of each other's thighs or our bellies. Once I even snaked a finger under the waistband of Susan's skirt, but she pushed it away with a nervous little giggle. Similarly, she grabbed my ass at one point and I had to swat her hand away, even though I rather liked it when her hand lay there.

All the while we enjoyed LA and each other's company, Ana was hard at work. She occasionally gave her thoughts on art pieces inside the museum or some of the places we saw in the park, but for the most part, she kept sketching away. As to what she was sketching and why it was so important, I didn't really care that much, but Susan had a lot of questions. It was probably the educator in her that made her want to know all the details.

"Whenever I paint anyone, I do a lot of sketches of them. Often I start with them fully dressed or at least not fully nude, because it helps them get comfortable, you know?" She looked up from her sketchpad as we ate dinner at a seafood restaurant.

Susan took a long slurp from the shell of her oyster, that long tongue of hers teasing me with all the promise of what it could deliver me. "You did that with Kate then?"

"Yes, I did some studies of her in her regular clothes, then her underwear, and then finally in the nude." Ana took a sip of wine. "With a couple it's even more important to understand their dynamics outside of the bedroom, so I can accurately capture their characters. Especially since I preserve the anonymity of my subjects, so I need to find ways to convey details about their personality without the deepest details of their facial features."

This was all going over my head. I was not artist; I was an engineer. And my focus during dinner, other than the trout on my place, was sliding my hand ever so subtly under Susan's skirt. Up her knee, on her inner thigh, and then I was cupping her cunt over the fabric of her cotton underwear. She was hot and a little wet. Her lips parted slightly in a gasp when I held her.

Ana's eyes narrowed. She looked at me, then back at Susan. "Hands on the table, Kate. Where I can see them."

Flushing, I did as she commanded. The only thing I ended up eating for dinner that day was trout. It was very, very good though.

As the sun dripped orange in the western sky, we arrived back in Ana's yard. When we arrived "Now, I'd like to get a few more intimate sketches of the two of you. No nudity, but we'll have some fun anyway, won't we?"

I expected Susan to protest, but she was even more eager than I was. "Tell me what to do."

"Susan, sit down on the grass, right in front of the sycamore tree. Kate, strip down to your underwear." I blanched at the directness of her words, but was powerless to resist. Susan sat down in front of tree, smoothing her long skirt, as I pulled down my shorts and took off my shirt, standing around in a skimpy thong and lacy bra like a common slut.

Susan licked her lips as Ana had me kneel down in front of her. "Now Susan," Ana directed, "pull up your skirt and spread your legs."

Susan blushed, but did as she was told. I licked my own lips as she revealed her freckled, muscular calves that gave way to thick, powerful thighs, and cradled in between was her cunt, swaddled in blue cotton panties. They were thin enough that just the faintest outline of her dark landing strip was visible. I was probably drooling, excited at the thought of peeling them away and devouring what lay beneath.

But I was denied that. "Lay your chin on the grass, your nose upon her clothed pussy, on all fours." I did as she said, feeling like a dog as I sniffed at her cunt through the damp fabric of her underwear. She smelled earthy, fresh, like the forest after a fresh rain. The way she had smelled the first time I had eaten her out in a natural pool in the mountains of Colorado. And I stayed in that position, just breathing her in, my tongue hanging loose from my mouth like a thirsty animal at the watering hole, while Ana sketched away. I don't know how long it took, but it felt like hours.

All the while Susan watched me, pink-cheeked, as her loins grew damper. My own pussy was wet, and I knew our smells hung in the cool summer air.

When Ana was finally done, she asked us to dress ourselves. It wasn't that late, so we went back inside the house and watched a movie. Some psychological thriller that was really scary for Susan, causing her to shriek and cling to me. This, of course, only made us more horny, but when it got too late, Ana sent us both to bed, unsatisfied.

I masturbated, of course, hoping Susan would come to the window, but she didn't. And so I didn't come. I lay there in bed, grimacing and feeling frustrated.

I really hoped it would be fucking worth it.

#

The next day we went to the beach. Ana once again chose my outfit. To my surprise, she chose a rather conservative green one-piece swimsuit for me. For Susan, however, she chose a revealing one-piece with cutaways that showcased her tummy and hips. Susan protested for a while, claiming it would make her look fat, but at both of our insistence, she eventually acceded. For herself, Ana wore a scandalously skimpy red one piece, which only barely covered her cunt and did not cover anything of her ass but the valley itself.

Susan whistled as we got out of the car and Ana took off her sarong. "Not leaving anything for the imagination, is she?"

I snorted. "If I looked like her, I wouldn't either." I felt a little smack on my rear and yelped.

Susan gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Just reminding you that you have a very nice booty yourself. Now come on, I want to go swimming. It's your first time on a beach in Los Angeles, you have to take full advantage!"

The weather was perfect. Hot, sunny and no clouds in the sky. We scored a nice strip of beach for ourselves to keep our towels and bags and the cooler. The water was much colder than I expected - this was when I learned the Pacific was actually colder than the Atlantic in North America, but it was still refreshing. Susan's nervousness about her sexy swimwear quickly dissipated once she was in the water. She was a great swimmer, and before long, I was tired keeping up with her.

But she kept tempting me back with a few kisses, and the view of her tanned, freckled ass nestled in between the tight pink fabric of her swimsuit. I was in the water for a while before I escaped. Ana barely indulged, sitting on her blanket with a hat and sunglasses on, alternating between sketching and sunbathing.

"You really take this seriously, don't you?" I said, grinning as I toweled off my hair and sat down next to her. I reached into the cooler and grabbed a can of beer. "You want one?"

"Sure," she said, smiling. "One beer won't hurt the process. But yes, Kate, I do take it seriously. I have to get this work done so fast. We're making good progress, of course." I could feel her eyes upon me, and blushed, as I realized she was sketching me with my damp hair and newly sunkissed skin. Susan was still scampering about in the ocean, shrieking and whooping, the way she had been when I had first spied upon her skinny dipping in the mountain pond.

"I'm sure it'll be amazing, whatever you paint," I said, taking a swig of beer. It was nice and crisp, perfect for the hot summer day. "I mean, the one you did of me is... breathtaking. I can't believe how sexy you made me look."

She eyed me seriously. "You are that sexy, mija. Kate, my work is only as good as my models. And I think I have a good sense of you two now. Tomorrow, we're going to put some work in at the studio." She looked back at the water and laughed. "And we're definitely going to have Susan pose with some water shots. It's clearly her native element."

I took a gulp of beer. Perhaps it emboldened me. "Well, the first time I ate her out, it was half underwater. We were skinny dipping."

Ana laughed and went back to sketching. She showed me what she was working on now. It was a sketch of Susan's hips and ass, rising from the water, dripping and gleaming and sparkling in the sun. "Do you like it?"

I felt my cunny pulse. "How could anyone not?"

"What about her? Do you like her?"

"Of course," I said, my heart twisting a bit. "But... well, what are you getting at?"

"You two are sweet together. You'd be a good couple. A proper couple."

I felt my face get hot. But it was just as much guilt as it was embarrassment. "I don't know, Ana. It's complicated. And she's... she's too good for me." I was a pervert, a voyeur who spied on other women. I couldn't have a normal sex life. And even if I could... I know I didn't want to.

Ana shrugged. "It's your life, Kate. But you should be honest with her. That's my advice. And if you are, your honesty will show up in my painting."

I pulled my knees up to my chest and slid my sunglasses on. I drank my beer, and tried to ignore my intrusive thoughts, for now. Instead, I watched Susan, her carefree, gentle love of the ocean bringing her beauty to the forefront. Natural, untainted by perversion and the sickness I had. I couldn't ruin that.

What we had was good. It was going to stay that way.

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The next day was devoted to us modeling for Ana in various poses in the studio, so she could better understand the dimensions of our body and how best to direct us for the final staging. We both wore simple grey cotton panties purchased for us by Ana, and no bras. Susan was blushing when she disrobed for Ana, and while I felt a little embarrassed by the woman sitting behind her easel and sketchpad desk watching me strip, I was starting to get used to it. More importantly, I could see Susan's dark nipples and areola, already somewhat engorged, placed upon her well-freckled, pert small breasts. I was eager to suck them into my mouth.

But that would not happen. Instead the two of us were forced to walk around the studio and pose in a variety of positions. Some were easy and relatively innocent, like sitting upon a chair with our legs spread and our chins in our hands. Some were difficult, like squatting with our hands behind our heads, breasts pushed forward. Others were not difficult, but exposed, such as crawling on all fours across the queen mattress Ana had placed in the center of her garage studio.

As I crawled on all fours, Susan crawled by me. Ana had us crawl in circles, following each other's wiggling asses, and I had no problem chasing after Susan's. With each day I saw it, I grew to adore it more, and were it not against Ana's strict instructions, I would have reached forward and grabbed. I could see a wet splotch on the gusset of her panties, and I was certain mine was wet too. I could smell her, even stronger than yesterday.

All the while we crawled, Ana scratched away. "Stop. Stand up and walk to the far side wall. Place your hands against it." We did as we were told, both of us compelled to be good girls for the older woman. When we faced the walls, our hands placed against them, I heard the click of Ana's heels on the hard cement floor. I glanced over at Susan. Her blue eyes sparkled with a rare sense of mischief.

"I think I'm actually having fun, Kate. Being observed like this. Instructed. It's never something I thought I'd enjoy, but I'm glad we're doing this."

I felt my heart lurch. Was it possible she could actually understand my needs? My perversions? I said nothing, but smiled back at her encouragingly. Then I felt the tap of a yardstick at my ankle.

"Spread for me," Ana said, nudging my legs apart with the yardstick. I did as she asked, spreading my legs and baring my ass for her. She instructed Susan the same, and she spread even more lewdly than I did, the rounded globes of her toned ass glistening with sweat from our previous exertions.

I felt Ana's hand cup the curve of my ass, and from Susan's whimper, I knew she had done the same there. "I think I want to paint you girls with reddened asses." Ana's voice was a sultry whisper. "Will you let me redden your asses?"

Susan looked at me. Fear in her eyes, but excitement too. I nodded at her. She nodded back.

"Yes," we said in unison.

"Excellent." She pulled our panties down to our ankles roughly, leaving our genitalia, aroused and odorous, exposed to the elements. "If you wish me to stop, simply say Karma."

Her strong, powerful hands slapped ou left buttocks synchronously. We both yelped, but no one gave in yet. She slapped our other buttcheek. I felt heat flash across my ass, and I felt my pussy drip. I hadn't experienced similar pain since my experience in Barcelona, and I knew that I enjoyed it more than I should. The slaps continued, and the two of us began to yelp and whine and shriek in perfect counterpoint to the rhythmic cracks of her hands on our soon burning asses.

I locked eyes with Susan. Tears filled hers, but she smiled fiercely at me. "I won't quit until you do!" she grunted, in between violent strikes from Ana.

I gave her a defiant grin, though my own eyes watered as Ana increased the intensity of her strikes. "I've done this before." Riya had paddled my ass with her hand, early in the days of my perverted adventures, as a punishment for spying on her. "You're doing amazing, Susan."

"You... you make me... ow! You make me strong," she gasped out, tears leaking down her cheeks.

I felt something strange surging in me. Not lust or orgasm, but a feeling altogether more powerful... I didn't dare voice what it might be, not even in my own head.

Ana stepped away, panting. "Tough girls. I think I need to bring out another tool." I felt the yardstick tap my backside. I gulped. "Are you ready, Kate?"

I nodded. "Yes, Ana."

She tapped me. Lightly at first, quick taps on one asscheek and then the other. Little kisses over my fabric. Then the kisses grew into bites. I cried out with each one, my fingernails scraping against the wall. The pain was intense, but bearable, pleasurable even.

And then she caned me. Just once, not even (as I would find out later in my life) that hard. But the fiery hot stroke streaked across my ass and sent the tears streaming down my cheeks. My knees buckled and I slid down the wall.

"Oh, Karma!" I wailed.

She stopped immediately. "Are you all right, Kate?"

"Yes," I said, sniffling. "Just... I give up, that's all." I was fine, I just couldn't take another stroke.

"You did magnificently. Your ass looks wonderful. Now, Susan, are you willing to give it a shot?"

I looked at Susan, who leaned over to give me a comforting kiss on the lips. Her tongue entered my mouth, so soft and warm. The burn of my ass was almost soothed away. She pulled away, and I saw a courageous grin on her face.

"Do your worst, Ana."

Ana laughed. "Oh, neither of you girls are ready for that. Here we go."

Susan took two strokes before she gave in. And while Ana painted our inflamed, stinging asses, stripe marks across them like a signature, she let us make out so long as we kept our hands on the wall. Kissing her, our tongues swirling in each other's mouths, fitting so well together, her brave and tear-streaked face so beautiful in the sunlight streaking through the garage windows, I knew.

I knew what I felt her was more than sexual... I just needed to find a way to tell her.

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The next day was the one we'd both been looking forward to. We were going to perform for Ana. It was hot and the sun crisped our skin as the three of us helped Ana set up her canvas in the backyard. The branches of the trees gave some spots of shade but I was grateful for the sunscreen Ana gave us. I was about to be exposing my entire body to the hot Los Angeles sun, including some rather sensitive bits. A sunburn was the last thing I needed.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Susan as we stripped down naked. "Anyone can see us if they peep over the fence." None of the houses nearby were tall enough or angled to provide a vantage point, according to Ana, but I was still nervous.

Susan, to my surprise, seemed unperturbed as she stood naked before me, slathering sunscreen on her tanned arms. "You know I don't mind a little outdoors nudity," she replied, giggling. "You remember our first time?"

I blushed as I pulled off my panties, now fully naked. Our first time had been outside, yes, but in a more secluded location. Ana was quiet as she scratched away on her canvas, initial strokes to set the scene.

Susan handed me the sunscreen bottle and pointed at her breasts. "I know you always liked rubbing it onto me." I took the bottle from her and squeezed a dollop onto my hands. Lips parted, my pussy tingling, I began to rub sunscreen onto her breasts. I could feel her nipples harden as I worked, a slight hiss of breath from her lips. I took more sunscreen and worked it down the slight swell of her belly and down to the trimmed strip of hair on her mons. Then I reached in between her legs. She moaned as I worked it in between her sensitive regions. I turned her around and slathered sunscreen down her back and over her rounded, perfect ass, down to her legs.

As she did the same to me, I felt myself dampening, the smell of my arousal rise in the air. I turned towards Ana as Susan worked her hand across my funny, groaning. Ana smirked behind her canvas. "So pretty, my girls. Now that you're all ready, why don't you show me how the two of you like to play with each other?"

I looked shyly at Susan, whose cheeks were red and her freckled skin was glistening. "I want to count your freckles," I said. Her cheeks turned a deeper red but she nodded. I led her by the hand and sat her down on the low bough of an oak tree, where a comfortable wooden seat had been installed. Then I stepped forward and pushed back her thick dark curls, and tilted her head back. I planted a kiss on a freckle at the top of her forehead. "One," I said. I felt her tremble at my touch.

I kissed my way down her forehead and across her cheeks, then taking time to enjoy her lips and gentle tongue. "Thirteen," I said, as my kisses slid down her jaw. Susan hummed. I kissed my way down to her collarbone, clinging as I went. "Twenty four." My hands cupped and squeezed her breasts as I kissed my way across them, pulling her dark, thick suckable nipples into my mouth. They tasted so good, and I could feel her hips shift as she whimpered from the sensation. Down her navel I kissed, ending my trail above her mons. "Sixty-nine," I said, giggling at the usual stopping point.

On cue, Susan rolled over on the wooden seat and lay on her belly. I began my journey anew from her neck, down her shoulders and the tanned ridges and flatlands of her back. "Eighty-seven," I said, my tongue licking across the small of her back. I skipped her pert ass for now and went for the backs of her legs. My kisses had turned to licks and nibbles now. I could hear Ana's paintbrush and pencils working away but I barely noticed anymore. All I could tasted was Susan's delicious flesh, the smell of her pussy thick in my nostrils.

Finally, I rested my chin on the flesh of her ass. "One hundred and twenty five," I said, clamping my teeth down on the last of her ass freckles. She yelled and spread her legs, baring her plump cunt lips invitingly. I kneeled on the hot dusty ground, slick with sweat and arousal. But I wasn't done counting yet. Not this time.

"You never let me count these ones," I complained, spreading her ass cheeks with my hands. Within the lightly furred walls of her anal valley lay a few sparse freckles. "I don't think it would do Ana's painting justice if we didn't count all of them."

I felt her tense up. And then I felt her relax. My tongue slid between her ass cheeks and began to explore, excited by terra nova. "One twenty six. One twenty seven." She moaned lewdly. "One twenty eight." Her hips bucked as I pushed a finger into her cunt. "One twenty nine."

My count completed, I lapped my tongue happily against the knotted surface of her asshole, while my finger pounded in rhythm within her squelching, sopping cunt. Her arousal splattered across the dark bark of the oak tree, musky and strong in the heat of California summer. I heard her panting, whining, and my tongue grew more greedy, more sloppy. Up and down, I painted brushstrokes from her rosebud down her taint to her clit, adding another finger to the churning pudding of her pussy. Ana's brushstrokes echoed my rhythm and it all culminated in a long keening sigh, a rattling of her thighs and a splatter of cum that dripped down my face and the tree trunk to the dry, dusty soil below.

I knew Susan was not one to luxuriate in orgasm, if anything it made her more greedy, more lustful. She rolled over and pulled my head over to her face, taking my tongue in her mouth. "My ass tastes so good on your tongue," she whispered, as she seated herself upright, gripping me by the hips so I sat with my ass nestled between her thighs, my head resting on her shoulder, back against her small, perky breasts. My legs spread unbidden and rested over her large thighs, exposing my engorged nether regions to Ana, the observer, inscrutable behind her canvas and equipment.

Susan's hand rubbed gently at my cunt, her fingers prying apart my labia. "Beautiful," Ana said. "What a scene." My cheeks flushed deep red at my exposure, my wanton whorishness. Susan's fingers were gentle, nimble. They slid inside me and stirred me, slicking my wetness across the bark. My cheeks were flushed, and I knew that she would not let me orgasm as I so desperately wanted. No, she was going to toy with me, edge me, and drive me mad.

As if to prove me correct, her other hand gripped the back of my head and turned me towards her, pulling me into a kiss. I whimpered in protest, wanting nothing more than her hand upon my cunt. She grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling. "What's the matter, pet? Do you want something?"

"I... I want..." Her finger circled around my clit, the slightest contact that made me shiver, made the blood rush between my legs.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want."

"Please, Susan, I want to come."

She grinned. "Well, you can, but... only when you've given Ana a proper show."

My eyes widened. Susan's fingers slid in and out of me, her thumb rolling along the rim of my hood.

"What... what kind of show?"

Her thumb slid over the pearl of my clit and I screamed. "You know. Like when she watched you play with yourself."

"Oh god," I groaned, shuddering. My body was so ready, so needy. But was I? Could I?

"Please, Kate," Susan whispered in my ear, her voice thick with lust. I moaned desperately, and bucked my hips, impaling myself on her fingers. I was being such a slut right now, and I didn't care. I needed to come.

"Okay, okay!"

Ana lowered her brushes and smiled at me. "Show me, Kate."

Susan removed her fingers from me, and I felt a pang of sorrow. I was left empty and desperate. I leaned back against her chest, legs spread and bent at the knee, the soles of my feet flat on the ground. I felt Susan's breath, her breasts pressing against my back, her thighs firm against mine. Then her hands slid down to my hips and began to lift my ass upwards. Yelping, I fell forwards, my hands slamming into dirt, face staring at the hot ground as my legs slid up over her shoulders. I felt her hot breath on my cunt, and I trembled, mewling like a feral cat.

"Please, Susan, lick my pussy," I moaned.

She laughed. "Of course, pet." I felt her tongue, gentle as ever. Of all my lovers, Susan had the most gentle and delicate tongue. Sometimes I would want a rougher tongue upon the folds of my cunt. But today, I luxuriated in her tenderness. Her hands held onto the backs of my thighs and her lips and tongue slid slowly, softly over the engorged, wet folds of my sex.

I looked up at Ana. Her pencil scratched quickly over her sketchpad, but her eyes were not on her paper. Instead, her dark brown eyes were fixed firmly on me, on the spectacle before her. I shuddered and gasped. Susan, to my surprise, dragged her tongue upwards, where she had never dared go with me. On my taint, her tongue was hot and her breath exhilarating. Her nose tickled my asshole.

And then I felt her tongue circle my pucker. "Fuck, Susan," I moaned, feeling her hot, wet appendage lap the rim of my asshole. "Oh, fuck!" She gave a little probing push and then withdrew.

"Your asshole is so tight, pet. But you can't come until you let me in."

I whined. Her tongue scraped my rosebud again, so soft, so warm. She was practically bathing my asshole with her tongue, as her fingers began to strum my clit. My pussy was on fire, every stroke of her tongue, her fingertips, every caress, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

"I can't... oh god, please Susan, put your tongue in my ass!"

I looked up at Ana. Her pencil strokes were frantic. My vision swam as Susan's tongue pushed against my asshole. My hole, relaxed from the fingering she had just given me, gave way, and I felt the tip of her tongue penetrate me. I was so close. She slid her tongue further inside me.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come!" I screamed, feeling her tongue wiggle and swirl within the dark channel of my ass.

"Then do it," Ana said. "Come for us, Kate."

The final strokes of her tongue inside me was too much. The electricity between my legs surged and I screamed, a flood of pleasure coursing through me. Susan's tongue pulled out, leaving my hole gaping and winking. I fell backwards, off her shoulders, my cunt and ass spraying juices over her.

She pulled me up by the shoulders and into an embrace. She kissed me as I lay limp, drained and spent in her arms. "You did amazing," she whispered, licking the sweat and juices from my neck.

"Good work," Ana said, nodding approvingly. "This will be my finest piece yet."

I could only murmur in response. I was utterly spent, utterly fucked out. Utterly smitten with Susan. "You never... never ate me there before."

Susan giggled and kissed me, her mouth tasting of my cunt. "There's a first time for everything."

#

The next weekend, we attended Ana's gallery exhibition. Across from the original triptych of myself, in the throes of self-pleasure, there was a new triptych, depicting myself and Susan in three poses of sexual congress. In the first, my was buried between the rounded globes of her ass cheeks as she lay sprawled out over the tree limb. In the second, she was spreading my cunt apart with her fingers as I writhed within her arms, my face contorted and whorish. Both of our faces were distorted enough that no one could recognize us, but our cunts and breasts and even our assholes had been rendered in such loving detail that any of our lovers could not be fooled.

The third image, however, was the most striking. It was an image of me, counting her freckles with my tongue as she sat displayed in all her glory upon the oak bough. The viewer's eyes were drawn immediately to her pussy, pink and pouting and plump, and her face, twisted in ecstasy. Her dark nipples were sharp as my tongue flicked between her breasts. There was an inscription on the frame, which read, "Her Favorite Counting Game".

Susan's jaw dropped. "Wow, she's really... um, creative."

"I love it," I said. I reached out and took her hand then. "Susan... there's something I want to tell you."

"Kate?" she said, blushing.

I pulled her into an alcove. "Susan, I know we're in different places in life. But I... well, I want you to know how much you mean to me. How much I've enjoyed getting to know you again. And how much I've enjoyed having this experience with you."

She smiled and kissed me on the lips. "I feel the same way, Kate. But we can't be together... not right now." She sighed. "I'm still closeted, because of work. And you're so much younger than me. You deserve to explore and live freely for now."

"But... I like you so much," I said, tears sparking in my eyes.

"Look, you have one more year of college." She wiped the tear from my cheek. "Maybe then, after you graduate, things will change."

I looked at her, her beautiful face, her freckled shoulders, her pert breasts.

"But we're still going to be friends," I said, squeezing her hand.

"We're going to be the best of friends," she said, and kissed me. "And I hope you keep sending me dirty photos. Only if you want to, of course."

I blushed. "Of course. You know I like showing off."

We walked around the gallery hand-in-hand, and I tried not to think of the future. But the memory of her tongue in my ass lingered with me.

I wanted her, so badly. And while that would be the last night in a while that I would have her, it would not be the last time.

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I suppose dear reader, you are wondering what comes next for me. Well, I went back to college for my senior year. And I'll be honest, it was a pretty boring year after all. Except for what happened at the very end. You see, my past was about to catch up with me, and it would teach me a great deal about the perverted world we live in, and my own deviancy. But that's a story for another time.