Title: Sex 101

Author: whocares10315

Pairing: Craig/Kenny, mentions of Craig/Tweek

Chapter: One Shot

Rating: MA for strong sexual content and offensive language [you have been warned]

Disclaimer: I do not own Matt and Trey's precious babies.

Author's Notes: Dedicated to norikumi for the request. Sorry if this isn't satisfactory- it's a bit rushed at the end. I'm dissatisfied. But hopefully you'll like it! 3

Summary: Craig hates asking people for anything, but he has no other choice…

Sex 101

Craig was an enigma. Everyone knew that as an inherent fact of life. Nobody really knew Craig. Not even his closest friends. Sure, he acted normally enough. But there was always that undercurrent of mystery that followed the tall, dark male.

That was why Kenny was extremely befuddled as to why Craig was found standing at his doorstep at three in the morning.

"Uh," was the first unintelligible thing that slipped from Kenny's tired lips. "Craig?"

"It's late," Craig said in a sort of admittance, blinking past his dark hair. "Sorry."

"The hell are you doing here, dude?" Kenny yawned, rubbing one of his half-lidded eyes, ruffled blonde hair sticking in all sorts of directions.

"I need your help," Craig said flatly, blinking again as he stared at the other meaningfully.

"Couldn't it have waited 'til tomorrow?" Kenny groaned, leaning on the broken door jamb, practically falling back asleep on it. "Tomorrow's Saturday, man."

"No," Craig said with firm stubbornness, shoving past the tired frame of the other to go inside.

"Hey," Kenny grunted halfheartedly, frowning as he followed the other inside with another yawn. "Get out of my house."

"No," Craig repeated, turning to face the other with an indiscernible expression. "We need to talk."

"Um, it's called calling," Kenny grumbled impatiently, shutting the door in submission. "Might be a shit phone, but m'not that fucking poor."

Kenny didn't bother to add that he had to work extra shifts to pay for the bills for his phone, because something told him that Craig couldn't give a shit.

"This is serious," Craig blinked, taking a step toward Kenny. "You're going to help me."

Kenny regarded the other with a hint of anxiety, as he slowly woke up, realizing just what was happening. He could believe maybe Stan, Kyle or Cartman coming to him at such a late hour for no visible reason, but Craig? Not so much.

"What in all hell could I help you with, Craig?" Kenny asked, more curious than upset at Craig's sudden arrival, throwing his hands up. "I'm not the helping-hand kind of guy."

"You don't really have a choice," Craig said, furrowing his eyebrows, as if not understanding what was so complicated about his request. "You're going to help me because it can only be you."

Kenny resisted the small smirk that twitched on his lips at the thought of him being the center of attention for something, anything. Only him, huh? Well, Kenny could deal with that. In fact, he could even like that.

"Oh yeah? So what do you want me for, Craig Tucker," Kenny smirked lazily, crossing his arms in front of his bare chest, his boxers hanging dangerously low. "What's so damn important."

Kenny took a pause to raise his eyebrow, smirk splitting his face further. "Finally realized that you got a hard on for me?" he joked, his boyish looks looking so mischievous and teasing. He couldn't help it- it was his nature to mock-flirt with everyone around him.

"I am going to fuck you. Tonight," Craig answered without a hint of a joke. He took another step toward Kenny to close the space between them. "And you're gonna love it."

For once, Kenny had nothing to say. His blue eyes widened at the other's fierce promise, even taking a step back in his surprise. He shook his head, as if shaking the words off of him. Not believing. But the more he stared at the other, the more he realized the dark-haired boy was serious. For a moment, Kenny found his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. Sure, he had plenty of come-ons from randoms at parties and bars that had confident claims made to him like Craig's. But not by a peer; especially not one like Craig. Craig was unlike any other.

"Oh fucking really?" was what Kenny managed to piece together in the end, a slight raise of his voice making it clear he was at least a little bit nervous.

"Yeah. Right now," Craig reaffirmed with a nod, looking unfazed by the other's reaction.

"And what the hell makes you think that?" Kenny asked, looking at the other with disbelief but also intense curiosity. "Why all of a sudden, I mean what the fuck!"

"You're going to show me how to have sex with a guy." Craig looked almost bored with the conversation as his blue-grey eyes narrowed. "Because you'd be the most reliable source."

"Wait, wait," Kenny interrupted, waving his hands, eyes clenching as if to process Craig's request. He sincerely hoped he was just delirious from his rude awakening. "You didn't just ask me to show you how to have hot, gay sex."

"You have to," Craig said firmly, looking like he was going to hit Kenny if the blonde didn't oblige. "I need to be good."

"I didn't even know you were gay," Kenny mused to himself, getting distracted by the thought as he stared off into space. " Could explain a few things, I guess…"

"Look, it's not like I like doing this," Craig reassured, rolling his eyes. "I hate asking people for shit. But this is important. Take off your boxers."

"Woah, hey," Kenny snapped, moving away when Craig made a move toward him to take them off for him. "The first thing you gotta understand is foreplay, Mr. Eager Dick."

Kenny almost slapped himself. He was acting like he was already accepting Craig's bizarre request. But then again, Kenny took a pause to just ask the question he always asked to himself whenever he doubted something: why not? Craig was attractive, albeit pretty boring. If he wanted to learn how to fuck from the sexpert, maybe Kenny would be doing the world a service by making Craig a crazy man in the sack to counter his boring personality.

Hmm. Kenny liked that idea. Lots of bragging rights were possible in the future.

"I don't want to get all intimate and cute," Craig clarified, starting to take off his jacket and tossing it to the side, eyes locked on Kenny's, disconcertingly controlling. "Just show me what to do."

"It's not a matter of being intimate and cute, fuckass, it's a matter of turning the person on," Kenny said in a bit of an authoritative tone; one he could only take when talking about sex. "Do you think I'm getting turned on right now by how you're acting?"

Craig shrugged, looking a bit thoughtful at that point. Kenny didn't want to admit to the fact that he could have been a little turned on by how Craig told him to take off his boxers and just let him fuck him. There was such purpose and force in his eyes and voice that Kenny found he couldn't resist that submissive, sexual pet mentality that hid inside of him. But, Kenny deduced that that was just because he loved anything to do with sex, so Craig suggesting sex, even at a "professional" level, was enough to work up some heat in the cold, Colorado night.

"Christ, c'mere," Kenny sighed, walking to the couch and sitting, patting it in invitation. When Craig obliged, Kenny faced him, a new sense of purpose now blooming in his own eyes.

"Eye contact's a biggie," Kenny started off with, doing so and swallowing tightly as Craig's eyes did not waver. "Builds tension and all that."

"And that's good?" Craig asked, looking like he didn't understand that.

"Hell yeah, it's good, don't you watch porno?" Kenny scoffed, looking incredulous. 'Why do you think there's always the bullshit story? Tension."

"I guess," Craig huffed, looking impatient. "Just hurry up."

"You can't rush perfection, dude," Kenny stated. "Besides, I don't have to help you. I could just leave you with nothing to work with when you're trying to impress some dude."

Then a thought occurred to the blonde.

"Besides, who are you tryna impress?" Kenny probed further when Craig showed signs of discomfort. A simple wrinkling of the nose and an aversion of eyes. "You got a boy you wanna make scream your name, Tucker?"

"It's none of your business," Craig said a bit unkindly, looking almost disgusted. "You wouldn't understand."

"I wouldn't understand loving someone enough to want to please them between the sheets, is that it?" Kenny replied with a bite behind his words.

Kenny found that a bit insulting. Sure, he may like to have casual sex with various partners, but he always cared strongly enough to want to make them have as good as time as him. Besides, it's also a pride thing; Kenny was a people pleaser, after all. He just wanted to be liked and accepted in the end. His libido was just one way.

"I just want to be good," Craig concluded, looking frustrated at himself.

"Join the club," Kenny snorted, shaking his head at the other as if not believing that Craig felt that he was the only one with such concerns. Nobody wanted to be bad in bed. Especially with someone special.

"So, who's this person," Kenny prodded further. "I won't help unless I know. Knowing would help me help you, dude. Just think of it that way."

"You'll tell people," Craig said. "Like your stupid friends."

"Dude, I don't give a shit enough to tell people," Kenny said. He found gossip tiresome. That's why the occasional guy was nice after a few great women lined up. "I'm not a chick, I won't tell."

Craig seemed to study the other, as if processing each word very carefully to find a lie. But after deciding that the other was not going to tell anyone about his request or about who he loves, he succumbed.

Why wasn't Kenny surprised?

"Fine," Kenny nodded, that being enough confirmation. "Now I know what I gotta show you."

Kenny figured he'd avoid anything too rough or kinky and leave his toys in the closet, in case Tweek gets-well-stressed. Kenny could imagine Craig being rather terrifying with a whip or handcuffs.

"Okay, you have to be slow sometimes and fast sometimes," Kenny explained. "Keep it interesting."

Craig wordlessly reached out to cup Kenny's face, making him blink a bit in surprise at the dark-haired boy's successful attempt at being intimate. Craig's eyes never left Kenny's as he leaned forward slowly, the pad of his thumb brushing along his cheek. Kenny found himself sighing a bit before making a noise of surprise when Craig suddenly attacked his lips with passionate force, nipping and sucking unbridled.

Damn. He was good for a boring dude looking for help.

Kenny suppressed a moan, though he answered with the same primal energy, sliding his hands up the other's chest and shoulders to link his hands around Craig's neck. He told himself he was just creating a convincing simulation of what Tweek would probably do, but he was simply just enjoying it. Well, if Craig was good at the sop-go and simple basics of hooking up, it showed considerable promise. And he knew for a fact Craig has had sex with a girl. Nellie had bragged about it to everyone and Craig stopped speaking to her after that.

As Kenny clenched his fingers in the other's shirt, releasing an approving sigh, he pulled away reluctantly to speak.

"After a while, you'll start getting hot," Kenny panted slightly, finding it increasingly difficult not to lap at Craig's lips between words. The boy tasted delicious and forbidden. And Craig wasn't fighting it.

Craig nodded in response, pulling away slightly to remove his shirt, revealing his pale and built torso. Kenny tried not to stare, but goddamn, Craig was a fine specimen of man.

"You'll have to let him touch you like this," Kenny murmured absently, reaching his hands out to feel the warmth under Craig's tight flesh. "He'll want to, I promise you."

Craig reached out a hand—relatively unresponsive to the other's touches—to touch Kenny's hair, clenching it in his fingers as if to test it. Kenny bit his lip. Craig had no idea how much he loved that.

"Should I touch him, too?" Craig asked, sliding his hand down Kenny's front, fingers lingering some at one of his nipples before reaching right for the front of his boxers.

"Yeah, but don't ru-unnh!" Kenny dissolved in a groan when Craig cupped him through the thin material of his boxers without warning, just as he was saying not to rush. He changed his mind, now.

"Good?" Craig asked, raising his eyes to look at Kenny's expression. He was a bit surprised to see the other's face flush and his eyes glaze over. His lips twitched in what could have been a smirk.

"Mmhm," Kenny said, lips hanging open slightly as Craig's none-too-gentle hand worked him into full arousal. "That's-that's good."

Kenny's hand clenched on to Craig's shoulder, the other one moving to wrap around Craig's, half pushing it away and half coaxing it to go harder, despite his next words.

"You might wanna go more gentle with him," Kenny breathed, eyes slipping shut briefly as his hips instinctively started to roll shallowly. "You'll have to test it out."

Kenny wanted to let Craig know that with him he could go as hard as he wanted.

Craig frowned slightly but obeyed. He didn't like the idea of trial and error. He was hoping sex had a universal "right" way. He wanted to get it right the first time. Make Tweek happy the first time.

"You might have to take off your own pants," Kenny said, removing his hands to hastily take off Craig's pants. "But for the sake of time, I'll do it."

Kenny licked his lips in anticipation, starting to lose track of what Craig was there for. He unbuttoned and unzipped Craig's pants, hesitating only for a moment before pressing his palm against the front of Craig's boxers, stroking appreciatively.

Craig released a sigh, tightening his hold on Kenny's arousal at the feel of a hand around his own. He shut his eyes, imagining a certain, nervous blonde forcing himself to touch Craig because he wanted to please him. He groaned at the thought, curling his fingers under the waist band of Kenny's boxers to grasp his bare length.

Kenny moved in to lick along Craig's lips, reminding him that sex involved multi tasking. Craig answered Kenny's tongue with his own, taking his other hand to bury itself in Kenny's blonde hair, grasping it.

"Take off your pants, Craig," Kenny ordered, hands moving to shove them off Craig's angular hip bones, lust propelling him into only one objective. He nearly forgot that it was a "lesson." He just knew that Craig was turning him on and now he just wanted the dark-haired boy to fuck him into the couch.

But Craig, as an obedient peer would, pulled away, standing up to take off his pants, kicking them to the side. He blinked a bit in confusion when Kenny suddenly took control, standing up to grab Craig by the face, kissing him hungrily, moaning shamelessly, body pressed to his. Craig hesitantly answered, but wrapped his arms around the other, keeping their bodies flush together, touching the crevices of his back, wondering what Tweek's spine would feel like.

Kenny hummed happily in Craig's mouth at his touch, gyrating his hips into Craig's before tugging the boy back onto him on the couch, spreading his legs accordingly. He cradled the other's narrow hips with his own, grabbing at Craig's face and hair, humping his hips up into Craig, wanting friction.

"Kenny," Craig finally interrupted breathily, though he kissed the other back and even rubbed his hips back against the blonde underneath him. "Kenny, what happens now?"

"Mmn, keep moving," Kenny demanded, biting into Craig's lower lip as his hands slid down Craig's wide shoulder blades and toned sides to cup his ass, pressing them into his own, closing any possible space between their arousals. "Just rub against me."

How badly Kenny just wanted to tell Craig to dry fuck him. Kenny felt light-headed, knees falling open as Craig listened to his requests, pumping his hips harshly against him like he was on a mission. Kenny hooked one of his feet around the other's waist, digging it into his tail bone, arching his back, letting his head fall back as he gasped for air.

Craig saw the exposed neck as a possible invitation. He leaned down, keeping an eye on Kenny's face as he tilted his head and sucked along his throat, wondering if it was a good idea in terms of foreplay, wanting to impress. To do it right. He felt Kenny's fingers knotting in his hair, and figured it had been a good idea. As he rocked his hips, admitting how good it felt with a grunt of pleasure, Craig bit into Kenny, envisioning marking Tweek as his own. He felt the blood rush in his body at the thought.

"Take 'em off," Kenny gasped, holding Craig close, moving his lips to press against his ear, licking along the shell of his ear. Kenny couldn't process any other thoughts or words at that moment, the only thing existing being his hips and how fucking hard he was getting with Craig fucking Tucker on top of him.

Craig pulled away, taking the waistband of Kenny's boxers to pulled them down his hips. Kenny tilted his hips and helped in the process, lifting his legs. Craig let the boxers drop, assuming he was supposed to catch up as he removed his own as well. He leaned over the other, arms propping him up, now naked with Kenny, of all people. Craig didn't find it awkward, just, strange. But in a good way. Because Kenny was breathing heavily and looking at him in a weird way. Craig figured he was doing a good job so far. But now- the moment of truth.

"Fuck me, Craig," Kenny said, lying beneath the other, wriggling with anticipation. "With your fingers first. Soak 'em with your spit and fuck me with your fingers."

Despite the fact Kenny was "teaching" Craig, Kenny was getting off on his own "dirty talk." He stroked himself, staring at Craig as the dark-haired boy slowly and methodically started to suck on his two fingers. Craig was thinking it must have been like fingering a girl. He could manage that much.

Craig looked down at Kenny, leaning over and pressing two of his fingers past the tight knot of muscle without much preparation. Though Kenny hissed, because he was getting more consistent sex, he actually enjoyed the brief, sharp pain, even bucking his hips down against Craig's fingers.

"Next time go slower with one finger at a time, big boy," Kenny snickered breathlessly, his words laced with small whimpers as Craig thrust his fingers just as Kenny had asked. "Make sure you-nnh, fuck-you take your time with him."

Craig nodded, looking concentrated as he watched his own fingers enter and reenter Kenny, almost fascinated. He angled his fingers, wondering if that would change anything, not realizing that changed everything.

"Aw fuck, you got it, Craig," Kenny moaned, tightening his hold around his head, hips slamming back down against Craig's fingers. "You fucking got it."

"Now what?" Craig asked, tilting his head at Kenny's behavior, hoping Tweek would make the same face that Kenny was. Because truthfully- the way Kenny's eyes turned into glazed slits and his mouth hung open as if ready to salivate- it was getting Craig rock hard.

"Stick it in," Kenny growled, smirking in a teasing manner, despite the moans that shot out of his mouth. "Use your precome as lube if you don't have any. Spread me open, Craig."

Craig removed his fingers, catching the precome at his head and lubricating his shaft, almost calmly. But he kept eyeing Kenny. He didn't realize just how "sexy" sex was. Kenny was lying under him, arching his back and bucking his hips as he touched himself, whimpering like an animal in heat as he waited. Craig watched the flush travel down Kenny's neck and chest, licking his lips as he absently stroked himself. If Kenny looked this damn good, Tweek was bound to.

The dark-haired boy hovered over the other, leading the head to Kenny's entrance, biting his lip in stern concentration. Impatient, Kenny moved to speed up the process, reaching his hand down to grasp Craig's full girth, moving to tease his own entrance with a quiver, before coaxing it inside.

"Nnnh, yeah, Craig. That's it. Uhn, fuck," Kenny squirmed, just wanting Craig's heavy length in him, filling him. He leaned his head up to slather the other's lips with his tongue, moaning as Craig did the rest of the work, slowly slipping into him.

Just in case Craig needed any more encouragement, Kenny bit his chin, nipping along his jawline as his fingers found foundation in Craig's hair.

"Tilt your hips," Kenny said, lips quivering and body quaking in impatience as he lapped at Craig's lips. "And go to town."

Craig knew what to do. He grasped the other's hips firmly, leaning back on his knees as he started to rock his hips, each jerking accent being in, searching for that place. He was going to find it. This, he knew. Craig's thumbs dug into the tender flesh as he built a rhythm, bucking his hips roughly into the other, the sound of slapping skin filling the dark room. That coupled with the inhuman noises he seemed to be pushing out of the blonde's lungs.

"Ahhn, nnh. Uuhn,fuck, Craig, mmn, ha." Kenny's airy groans and whines were making Craig quicken his pace, angling himself a bit in attempts to make the other scream, hips slowly beginning to lose rhythm as Craig got lost in sensation, throwing his head back with a long groan of his own.

"Harder, Craig, ha-harder, nnh!" Kenny was fully aware that he was a noise-maker in bed, and tonight was no exception. In fact, he found Craig getting him hotter and heavier than any normal night. It might have been the mere spontaneity. But all he knew was he waned Craig to make him sore in the morning. And by the looks of it, Craig's determination to be good was making that possible.

Craig grunted at every thrust, feeling sweat build along his hairline as he held Kyle's hips, moving them down as he humped into him, feeling the other tightening around him. All he could understand up at that point was thrusting into Kenny as hard as he could. Friction was all that existed.

"Craig, I'm- I'm gonna fucking come," Kenny gasped, breathing heavily as he moved his body roughly. "I'm gonna-I'm gonna c-come!"

Craig figured he'd help Kenny and move to jack him off. Kenny came instantly, screaming his name, which spurred his own thrusting further until he came and filled him with a relatively loud moan.

The afterglow of sex settled over the two; a mess of collapsed limbs, grimy skin, and heavy breathing.

Neither of them said anything for a long while, simply lying there in the dark. Craig absently wondered why Kenny's parents hadn't heard. But he figured they were drunks like his dad. He felt the chest under him shake and he lifted his head to see Kenny laughing faintly.

"And that's what you do," Kenny panted, grinning. "To have gratuitous sex, with another dude."

Craig couldn't help but allow a slight smirk back.

"Thanks, Kenny," Craig breathed, staring down at the other for a second. He felt like he should have said more but instead he removed himself from the other.

"No, Craig," Kenny smirked, shaking his head as his eyes slipped shut. "Thank you."

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tagMatureDaughters of Priapus Ch. 02

Daughters of Priapus Ch. 02

(This is a sequel to my story "Daughters of Priapus." Although it could be read on its own, readers might find it informative to read that first, in order to acquaint them with some of the characters that are mentioned.)

2 - Reawakened

It was most unnerving at first, and yet most liberating. At the age of fifty-nine, I was once more a woman who could reach a climax easily, after years and years of frigidity. This was a result of a visit I'd made the previous summer to my old sorority. I was searching for a piece of my past, and I found it. I cannot tell you the nature of the ritual that revived my sexuality, for that is a ritual that only my sorority sisters know. But the experience, coupled with a re-introduction to Lesbian sex with Amy and the other sisters, stirred passions in me that I thought were long dead. I went back to visit them from time to time, and they welcomed me into their house and into their beds.

Of course, most of the sisters preferred men, and I found that I did, too. The girls were sweet and gave me the most wonderful orgasms, but I realized how much I missed the sensations of making love to a man ... his male scent, his urgency, his weight on my body, his hard cock thrusting into me, the feeling of power knowing that my vagina was the center of his world. Now that I had my libido back, I was determined do something about that. But first, I had to take care of myself.

One of the first things I did was purchase some vibrators. My sisters were very helpful, showing me their favorite models and how to use them. When I was in college four decades ago, those clever designs had yet to be developed, and my idea of a vibrator was either a hand-held massage tool with a flat vibrating surface or a motorized dildo that vibrated in spiral patterns and buzzed like a razor. But the girls showed me a Hitachi "Magic Wand" and a variety of rabbit vibrators, and it wasn't long before I had purchased units of my own to complement the "egg" vibrator that Amy had given me as a homecoming present.

And I would play with them almost nightly, re-training my body to accept pleasure. I still had no partners for sex, but with my new toys I was able to satisfy my urges for a while. When summer came in with its warm weather, I would strip nude as soon as I got home and try to have at least one orgasm every night, along with the one I had nearly every morning before I rose to greet the day. My only adornments were another homecoming present from a sorority sister: a pair of nipple clips, each consisting of a loop of wire, a slider to tighten it around my nipple as much or as little as I wished, and a beautiful white teardrop pearl that dangled from the bottom of the slider.

I had also taken to wearing my egg vibrator and my nipple clips to public places, to put an erotic edge on commonplace activities. It amused me to chat innocently with people as I became aroused, knowing that my sexual tension was a secret to them. Once I was reassured that the thing was waterproof, I even took my egg to the beach with me and turned it on as I watched the scantily clad men and women cavorting in the water. I'm sure I looked like an ordinary sunbather to the casual glancer, but inside I was quivering. Once when I was lying on my stomach on my beach towel, I even slipped a finger inside my swimsuit bottom and masturbated myself to a climax, although nobody seemed to notice. I felt so wicked!

I had friends of both sexes, of course, mostly whom I had met at the community theater I worked at. But most of the men much younger and were more interested in women their own age, or younger. There was a man named Greg with whom I'd flirted from time to time. He'd just been dumped by his girlfriend, and we'd done some giddy bar-hopping together after our last play closed, although I was too timid to take it further. And I became close to Dottie, a woman of about forty who made excellent costumes for the productions.

One day Dottie and I were chatting about what garb we needed for an upcoming show, and then about clothes in general.

"What sort of clothes do you like to wear to the beach?" I asked her.

She gave me an impish grin. "Actually, my favorite costume is nothing at all!"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"When I'm not around other people, I go naked whenever I can. And when I go to the beach, it's usually to that nude beach on the Cape."

"You're a nudist? Is that what they're called?"

"That's right. You should try it, Ginnie!"

"Well, in a way, I already do." And I told her about my going nude around the house. "But there's no way I could go nude in front of other people, Dottie. I just can't imagine doing that."

"How do you know? Have you ever tried?"

"Well, I took some showers with the girls in my sorority house last year. That was different. We were all women, and it seemed very natural. But naked in front of men? I don't think so!"

"But you've had lovers, right? Weren't you naked in front of them?"

"Of course. But that was in private."

"So you've never been to a nude beach or nudist resort?"

"No. Never once."

"Well, it's time you did. I'm going to the Cape this weekend. Wanna come?"

"Are you serious? Me on a nude beach?"

"Think it over, Ginnie. Let me know tomorrow."

That night, I stood naked before a full length mirror and examined myself: sagging breasts with very long nipples, a bit of a paunch, a grey-thatched vulva from which my inner lips protruded over an inch and a half. I'd always been very self-conscious of my nips and "curtains" (as my sorority sisters called them), and had dreaded showing them to others. But I had come to see them as natural parts of my body, nothing to be ashamed of. I weighed only twenty-three more pounds than I did in college, most of that in my thighs. For a woman of fifty-nine, I still had a pretty good body, I decided. But could I get up the nerve to expose it in public, for everybody to see?

I dreamed that night. I dreamed that I was walking down a tree-lined residential street. I was completely naked. Men leered at me and taunted me. Women averted their eyes. I was blushing furiously, trying to cover my breasts and crotch with my hands. And then it started raining, a warm rain that drenched us all. I exposed my tits to the rain, held them up and felt the warm water hit them and stream down my belly and crotch. I began to dance. The men quieted down. And then the women started to take their clothes off ... jeans, dresses, bras, panties, shoes. Soon they all were naked, dancing in the rain with me. And then the men started stripping, too. Before long, we were all naked and playing in the warm shower. Men and women alike came up to hug me. There was no sexual undercurrent at all, only friendship. As the men danced, their flaccid penises bounced up and down, perfectly complementing the women's bouncing breasts. We were all glorying in the freedom of our bodies, released from the confinement of clothing. I noticed that somehow my nipples had become decorated with my nipple clips, with the pearls dangling and swinging as I danced. My breasts were suddenly the center of attention, and I was as proud of them as when they first started to appear on my maturing body.

I woke up in a high state of arousal, and quickly wanked myself to a climax with my fingers without even bothering to get out one of the vibrators.

I took my dream as a sign. The next day, I told Dottie that I would accompany her to the cape. On Saturday morning, She picked me up and we went to the beach she'd talked about. I was wearing a sundress, panties, a large-brimmed straw hat, and sandals. And, in a fit of devilishness (or was it because of the dream?), I was wearing the nipple jewelry under the dress, as I often did when I went out. I also had taken the vibrator egg that Amy had given me, put fresh batteries in it, and slipped it into my vagina. Only a little bit of cord protruded from my pussy, looking for all the world like the string from a tampon. I had only to pull the cord to activate the egg.

When I stripped off the dress in the parking lot, Dottie grinned when she saw my bra-less tits with their nipple clips. "Ginnie, those look great on your nips! Don't they hurt?"

"Not a bit! They pinch a little, but I don't mind that. I figured that if people were going to be staring at my tits, I might as well give them something to stare at."

"Come on, let's get your panties off!"

"Can I wait a little bit? This is all so new to me, remember."

"Anything you want, dear. 'Clothing Optional' doesn't mean 'mandatory nudity.' But I'm shucking mine." And with that, she pulled them down and slipped them off her legs.

I have to say that she looked beautiful. Her tits stood out proudly, with puffy nipples only slightly pinker than her skin shade. Her pussy lips were puffy, too, adorned with a neat "landing strip" on her mons that seemed to point the way invitingly downward into her slit. Unlike me, she showed no tan lines or visible inner labia. She had an athlete's ass, firm and round without the slightest sag. As she smiled at me, I suddenly felt a flush of warmth at my crotch. She was turning me on! And somehow she sensed it, because her smile became wider. She kissed me and said, "You're getting aroused now, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"Well, Ginnie, I'm going to keep you that way! I'm going to get those panties of yours so wet that you'll have to take them off!"

"Dottie, are you hitting on me? I never guessed you were gay!"

"I'm bi, dear. When I go to places like this, I'm as interested in the cocks as I am in the tits. Hey, I know a place on the dunes where we can really people-watch. Let's get going!"

We grabbed out towels and totes and proceeded down the beach for a quarter of a mile. The spot was perfect, with the dune giving us some protection from the wind and sun. We lotioned each other's bodies and watched the procession of people going past. Young, old, male, female, fat, thin, dark-skinned, pale, some totally nude and others clad or semi-clad. Little children scampered around buck-naked, whooping like monkeys. It all seemed right and proper. Now and then people would stop and chat with us, mostly friends of Dottie's. I saw a lot of cock that afternoon, dangling from the crotches of the men we chatted them up. Those men seemed fascinated by my nipples, and their attention seemed to arouse me even more.

Dottie wasn't helping. Although overt masturbation was frowned on at the beach, she would caress her body teasingly, just short of actual wanking ... a pinch of the nipple here, a quick caress of her cunt lips there. It was mostly a show for the men, of course; it amused her to see how their cocks would swell slightly at the sight, and how the men would have to avert their eyes from time to time. I noticed that her little show was having its effect on me, too. My panties were wet to the touch. Well, if they're going to get wet, I knew how to conceal it.

"I'm going swimming," I announced, and ran toward the water. A few of the men followed. Before long, I was up to my waist, and my wet panties no longer betrayed my arousal. We splashed each other and horsed around. And then that devilish urge hit me. When the water was up to the bottom of my tits, I pulled the crotch of my panties aside, found the cord, and pulled it. The sensation was exquisite. What made it even more erotic was that none of the men could see any evidence of my arousal. My nipples were already stiff from the chill of the water. "I wonder what it would be like to climax right in front of a man without him realizing it?" I thought.

When I left the water, my panties suddenly became clammy and uncomfortable. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I slipped them off, exposing my gray muff. Dottie gave me a "thumbs up" and the men smiled in appreciation. One of them followed me back to my blanket. I laid the panties on the sand to let them dry, and we chatted idly. Dottie got up to take a swim herself, followed by the rest of the men, and left the two of us to ourselves.

I was feeling so wicked again! I spread my legs, giving him a great view of my crotch. I played with the pearls dangling from my nips, and casually kneaded the inner lips of my cunt against each other. I feigned interest in what he was talking about. My shining eyes must have led him to believe that I was interested in his subject, but the truth was that they only betrayed the small climax that was at that time building in me. I felt myself trembling.

"Are you OK?" I heard him ask. "You look distant somehow."

I smiled and dug into my tote for a bottle of water. "Just a slight headache," I lied. "Dehydration, I think. I'll be fine once I've drunk something. Thanks for asking!"

"Well, I'll leave you now, then. I need to get going." He stood up, and I noticed that he was well on his way to an erection and heading for the water.

He needs to wank, I realized. What an erotic thought that was: stroking his erection to a climax under the surface of the waves and releasing his seed into the salty water! I bade him goodbye and stretched out on the blanket has he strode into the surf. He went in up to his waist and then his hands went to his crotch. I smiled knowingly as I watched him masturbate into the sea. I needed to get off, too, so I just lay there on my back with my legs apart, letting the sun beat down on my entire nude body. And that's when, out of nowhere, the bigger orgasm hit. I tried not to show it, but I couldn't conceal the shaking of my body or the sudden sheen of sweat on my breasts. I reached down with an unsteady hand, tugged at the cord, and switched off the vibrator.

When I looked up again, there was a man standing about ten feet away. He looked to be in his sixties, with a body whose muscles once bulged but now tended to sag. His penis was fat but limp. His head and chest and crotch were covered with grey hair, but his mustache and eyebrows were still dark brown. He was smiling, as if we shared a secret.

"Pardon me for saying this, madam, but you are the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long, long time!" He had a slight accent, perhaps German. "I'm sorry to have intruded, if you wanted privacy."

I smiled back. "Well, I certainly didn't pick the right place for privacy, did I? No offense taken. I don't know what got into me just now."

"You were intoxicated by the sun and the wind and the surf. It happens to me all the time. Of course, it seldom leads to an orgasm."

"Could you tell?" I asked, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

"My lady, I have known women for a long time. It is unmistakable. And it is always a beautiful sight for me. It brings back memories, ah, yes! And I find those jewels on your breasts most enchanting!"

"Well, since I've done everything else in front of you, at least let me introduce myself! I'm Ginnie."

"And I am Max. I'm very pleased to meet you! May I sit down?"

I nodded, and he spread out his own towel next to mine.

"So, Max, tell me about yourself."

"There's not much to tell, really. I design computer systems for businesses and industries. They tell me what they want the systems to do, and I figure out what hardware they need to do it. I save them millions and they pay me thousands," he laughed. "But the pay is enough, and every day is a challenge. At my age, I should be thinking of retiring. I've gone to part-time, but I could never retire completely. I know I would miss the adventure, particularly when so much is changing in the industry. And you, my dear?"

"I sell real estate, mostly, but I do some work with my community theater ... acting, some directing and coaching."

"I think I've seen you on the stage! Tell me, wasn't it you who played Lavinia in that revival of The Heiress at the Cambridge Community Theater this spring?"

"Yes, that was me! I'm surprised. Only a hundred people showed up for the show when we took it there."

"And I was one of them! I thought you handled the role well. You gave a strong performance, yet you took care not to overshadow the leads. That takes some skill!"

"It wasn't hard. The leads were pretty good actors. They didn't get enough time to rehearse, that's all."

"But yours was the performance I remember. It touched my heart. I am honored to meet you and thank you in person."

"Thank you! Do you regularly go to that theater?"

"Every chance I get. I am a great lover of the theater. I have no talents as a thespian, so I give them a little money, a few dollars now and then, to support them. My artistic outlet is the clarinet, which I play badly but with enthusiasm."

I decided to play Dottie's game of almost-but-not-quite-masturbating, to see if it would have an effect on Max's penis. I would idly play with the string coming out my cunt or give my breasts or mons a scratch from time to time. His cock seemed to swell slightly, but didn't rise. Perhaps I needed to be more aggressive, and let him know I was available. "Are you married, Max?" I asked, not quite innocently.

"No. My wife died about three years ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No need to be, really. It was a blessing. She was sick for a long time." He looked out at the ocean for a while, then resumed. "That is why I was so moved by watching you pleasure yourself. Ginnie. It has been such a long time since I've seen that on a woman's face."

"If this is painful for you to tell ..."

"Oh, no! I would like to talk about this with you. Our love life died some time before that. It became too painful for her, she lost interest in sex. At first, I blamed myself, but then we found out about the cancer. They took her uterus and ovaries, but it was too late. The cancer spread anyway. It took a long time."

"I've had loved ones die from cancer, too. It's never easy. You're sad when it's over, but you're relieved, too, in a way."

"So you understand. You know, she told me to seek out sexual companionship elsewhere if I wished to, but I never did. I wanted to be faithful to her to the end, as I promised her when we married. I never strayed."

"What happened after she passed away? Did you start dating again?"

He grimaced. "Well, that. About a year ago, I went to bed with a woman. But it did not end well. When we began to make love, I found out that I could not perform as I used to."

"What do you mean? You couldn't achieve an erection?"

"Oh, I could do that, but I couldn't maintain it. Inside her for five seconds, and I came and went soft, and couldn't get hard again. I felt so humiliated! She was polite about it, but I could tell that she lost interest in me. And I said to myself, 'Well, Max, your lovemaking days are over. You might as well get used to it.'"

"Couldn't you get her off in other ways? Fingers? Tongue?"

"I don't know how to do that, really. My wife never cared for such things. She was very old-fashioned in that respect."

"But there are pills, I hear, that can help you ... stay up."

"I thought about that, but it seemed an unnecessary expense, when I had no partner to enjoy it with. You know, I can't believe I am telling you all this, and we don't know each other, really."

"Well, you've just seen me climax. That's more than any man has done. At least recently."

"Yes. You are so much in touch with your body. I admire that. It is beautiful to see you touching yourself. Were you always such?"

"Goodness, no! A year ago, I thought that my libido was gone for good. I've spent the last year getting it back."

"How did that come about?"

So I told him about my marriage, and how my sex drive waned after childbearing and mothering, and how my husband left me for a younger, more nubile woman. And without giving him details, I related how a visit to my old sorority house in college re-introduced me to the sexually active young lady I used to be back then. "The girls there taught me that that young lady was still there inside me, buried under years of neglect and shame, and they helped me bring her back out of the darkness. I am so grateful to them for that."

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None of that was going to help her now. No amount of still life apples could quell the skip in her step, nor any number of antique candlestick props for the thudding of her heart. Nicole was in love! Or at least as deeply in love as someone who doesn't know much about love can be. Who really cares when you feel all the warm and fuzzies? She knew it the moment she saw Zoey Long and felt Cupid's arrow pierce straight through her heart.

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"Oh my! This is wonderful. Did you paint it? ...Helloooo, anyone home in there?"

"Sorry, what?" Nicole asked, bewildered by the sudden attention. She stared in awe up at the woman who appeared by her side, the very same woman who was now waving her hand in front of the painter's face excitedly.

The woman was dainty, soft, and pretty like a fairy, and she may as well have been with the way she seemed to appear out of nowhere with such a playful aura about her. Golden locks of hair tumbled over her sun-touched shoulders in soft waves. Her hair, which was clearly cared for with meticulous affection, was the only thing covering those slender shoulders apart from the spaghetti straps of her lime green camisole. A milky white skirt hugged her heart-shaped hips and flowed down to her knees just like the hair that flowed midway down her back. Her heels matched her playful skirt perfectly.

"You painted this right?" the fairy tale blonde repeated, smiling brightly. "It's beautiful. I just love how the colors blend together on the ice... and how the street lights just bounce off it like it's a prism. You are so creative and talented!"

"Uh-m, thanks" Nicole stammered, blushing as she looked up into the woman's gleaming blue eyes. That smile of her's sent tingles rushing down her spine. "That is like... the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me..."

"Really?" the blonde looked surprised. "Well you should hear things like that more often, girl, because your painting is way better than most of the knock-off crap people have around here."

Nicole was so overwhelmed with emotion that she didn't know what to say. Who was this girl, and what fairy tale world did she drop out of? She paused and tried to compose herself. Remembering her plight as a struggling artist, who was indeed, here at this festival in a desperate attempt to try to sell one of her paintings, she wasn't going to let an onslaught of kindness and beauty deter her from a potential sale.

"Well um... it is the one and only of its kind. Maybe you could picture yourself hanging it on your living room wall? It's a really good deal..."

The woman looked at the painting for a long moment as if imagining Nicole's proposition.

"Hmm... no," she said slowly but immediately smiled reassuringly when she noticed Nicole slump her shoulders. "But I have a better idea!"

"Um?" Nicole sputtered, wondering to herself what could possibly be better than paying her bills.

"Nicole, is it?" the woman gestured to the dejected artist's name tag. She smiled and posed so seductively that Nicole wondered if she was a professional model. "My name is Zoey Long, and I would like to commission you, Nicole Papadopoulos, to paint my portrait in your studio! I'll pay you the same as this painting, and if I like it, I'll even double what you're asking for this one!"

"I would love to!" Nicole beamed up at Zoey, who gave her a look that sent a tidal wave of shivers rushing through her whole body.

"Great! I'll see you then!" was all Zoey said but her wink seemed to hold some unspoken meaning. Nicole could only hope.

They exchanged info, and Zoey turned to walk off. Her hips moved sultrily beneath her skirt so much that it swooshed across her legs. Nicole couldn't help but stare, but Zoey caught her almost immediately, tilting her head to look over her shoulder with that disarming smile. Nicole looked down, utterly mortified. Zoey really was the prettiest girl she'd ever seen.

Before Nicole could think back on it anymore, a light knock on the door pulled her out of her reverie. She blanched, heart going wild. Oh my God, she's here already? Nicole thought to herself in a mixture of glee and horror as she rushed to the door. Once she finished fumbling with the chain lock, the artist managed to open the door.

"Hi! I didn't-" Nicole began, only for Zoey to blow past her, the blonde's fragrance rushing into her nose in a wave of peaches and roses.

"Wow! This is your studio, huh? I loooove it!" Zoey exclaimed, frolicking happily along the line of paintings leaning against the wall. Everything from apples to rivers to the Manhattan skyline lined Nicole's walls. The blonde giggled, turning about in a twirl of skirts and hair.

"It's also where I live," Nicole reminded her, amazed at Zoey's excitement over her humble abode. She knelt to pick up her painting board, a wry grin spreading across her face as she began to mix the paints to make more appropriate shades.

"Oh, I know!" Zoey replied with a bright smile, rushing back to Nicole in a way that sent that wave of fruit and flowers to pummel her nostrils yet again. "That's what I love about it. It's not a lame commercial thing. It's your life... and all these paintings are you. It says a lot about you!"

"I guess you're right," Nicole said, feeling a surge of happiness spread through her as she set up her easel and canvas. Zoey's smiles were getting contagious. "Although I wish I could sell a few more of them."

"You will," Zoey assured her with a look so genuine that Nicole couldn't help but believe her. Zoey took Nicole's hand, stopping her in her tracks and sending fiery embers flying up her arms. "You just have to relax and be you. You're so nervous that I can feel you trembling. Don't be."

"But... I-" Nicole stammered, suddenly unsure what to say.

"No buts," Zoey interrupted, placing a finger to Nicole's lips. "You are a wonderful painter, Miss Papadopoulos, and you are about to paint your most beautiful masterpiece yet."

The blonde looked deeply into Nicole's brown eyes for a moment, then suddenly winked and twirled about to go sit on the stool the painter had set up for just that purpose. Unable to form thoughts, much less words, Nicole blinked and touched the spot on her lips where Zoey's soft finger had been for that tantalizing moment. This girl, Zoey Long, sure had a way of messing with her head.

"Let's set the atmosphere for you," Nicole finally said, shaking her head of the dozens of questions with no answers as she sized up the pretty girl sitting in her home.

The painter moved about her apartment like a woman on a mission, carrying her paint board in one hand while she picked up different props with the other. She hummed a little tune that might have come from one of her cheap classical records. As distracting as Zoey was, this is where Nicole was in her element as an artist. She slid an old table behind her subject and placed two blue candles behind her as a way of framing her, then lit them to illuminate Zoey's golden locks against the dark wooden panels in the background. Finally, she gently helped Zoey turn to the side to accentuate her womanly features and pointed her to look back toward the easel in the most alluring way possible.

"Ready to paint me?" Zoey asked sweetly, enraptured in watching Nicole go about the work of a painter.

"Almost..." Nicole said, once she'd studied the scene for a long moment. Suddenly she realized the finishing touch she was looking for. Her face lit up like a star, and she rushed over to her kitchen nook to pluck a large sunflower out of its vase home on her counter.

"For you," Nicole whispered demurely as she handed Zoey the sunflower. "Hold it against your chest, but be careful. It's soft and full of life just like you."

"Thank you, Miss Papadopoulos, Master Painter of Manhattan," Zoey whispered in reply, her cheeks turning rosy in the candlelight before recovering enough to wink at Nicole again.

The painter grinned, moving regally back to her easel. Zoey had her feeling like she really was one of the old masters of yore now, even if it was only for a little while.

"I know it's hard, but try to keep up the pose," Nicole reassured her lovely model, brush twirling in her fingers. Really, Zoey could move a little if she wanted to, but Nicole wasn't above a little white lie. It would be such a shame to lose such a ravishingly hot pose.

A wink from Zoey assuring her that she was ready, Nicole set to work with her brush. She dipped in royal blues, soft greens, marigold yellows, and creamy whites, mixing and matching across her paint board to make just the right colors to highlight Zoey's beauty. Nicole had been painting for years, but she never felt quite so natural as she did in this moment, sharing her home with the most beautiful woman in the world and just painting for the love of it. Each time she looked up and saw Zoey smiling at her, her heart fluttered ever more, inspiring her to paint better and better.

Nicole's brush slid across the canvas with magical precision, the picture slowly developing before her. What at first seemed like haphazard streaks and twirls became a background, a profile, and eventually a woman. The painter was inspired as if Zoey was her muse. She was so overflowing with confidence, that she took risks that she normally wouldn't have, and to her surprise, everything seemed to work. This painting wasn't just beautiful. It really would be a masterpiece like Zoey said, even if it was only ever shared between the two of them. Their masterpiece.

Nicole felt a glowing warmth growing within her as she watched Zoey gaze upon her with her most disarming of smiles. She looked down and realized that her brush was tenderly stroking through the painted Zoey's hair on the canvas as if she would with her own fingers, bringing the fullness and illumination of the blonde's golden locks to life before her with each loving caress of her paintbrush. She caressed Zoey's hair like that for a long moment, maybe even a little more than was necessary, just gently moving the tip along each strand of her hair. It felt so intimate, so loving, and yet Nicole was unsure if it was also somehow wrong. Fortunately, it also felt very, very right. She continued, giving loving attention to each of the beautiful features that made Zoey who she was. Dipping into new colors, Nicole stroked Zoey's cheeks with creamy whites, brushed across her lips and kissed her dimples with soft pinks. She added eye brows with a quick flourish, and saved the brightest of blues for Zoey's magnificent eyes.

As the brush moved over the gentle arch of Zoey's shoulders and toward the soft slopes of her breasts, Nicole felt her hand begin to tremble uncertainly. She bit her lip and pulled back her hand to wipe at her forehead. She tapped the brush on her board restlessly and took a deep breath, trying to quell the raging fire within her chest. For a long moment, Nicole didn't know what to do, but eventually, she locked eyes with the real Zoey and saw her nod, assuring her that she knew how she felt and that it was okay.

But did she really? A nod could mean literally anything, yet somehow Nicole felt deep down like she knew. Maybe it was the look in her eyes or the way she smiled. Maybe it was just fate or the gods, or maybe Nicole was just imagining her deepest yearnings. Either way, the painter took the moment to steel her fraying nerves and continue their painted love affair.

Painting Zoey's chest took extra care, not just because of the intimacy of it or because of Nicole's lovingly lurid intentions but because of the large sunflower pressed between Zoey's breasts. The petals intermingled with the blonde's cleavage and stretched out on their own, generally creating a complicated challenge for the painting. Not to be deterred by such obstacles, Nicole licked her lips and set to work. Nothing would stand between them in their quest for beauty tonight. Not even embarrassment.

Nicole flew her brush over the soft slopes, like a pilot navigating a maze of twisty passages for the first time. She mixed the cream color of her skin with the deep marigold of the flower petals. She crisscrossed paint in complex patterns. Each swirl, caress, and kiss with the tip of her brush was done with extraordinary gentleness. Each area of the canvass cared for equally as another. This was where Zoey's heart was stored after all, and it was a heart that deserved exquisite adoration and meticulous care. Finally, Nicole dipped her brush deeply into the green paint to add the finishing touch, the stem. With a sudden and quick flourish between Zoey's breasts from top to bottom, the flower was complete.

There was only one last piece to add to the painting. Zoey's magnum opus. While less complicated than the flower on Zoey's breasts, for Nicole at least, this would be by far the most intoxicating, the most tantalizing, and the most embarrassing of all. Nicole's eyes slowly wandered down Zoey's curves, all the way to their final resting place atop the stool. Her most beloved part of the female form.

The painter stared at Zoey's hips for a good long while, biting her lip. The longer she stared, the hotter the flames of passion within her became, flickering and stretching through her limbs until her whole body was a raging hot wildfire of lust. As far as the historians would be concerned, Nicole was studying, contemplating the best course of action. And study she did until she could barely stand.

"Holy fuck..." Nicole whispered, before finally moving to find herself a stool to sit on of her own.

"Tired, are we?" Zoey asked, giggling uncontrollably. She was well aware of the object of Nicole's studies.

"Something like that," Nicole replied breathily, looking up to gaze into Zoey's eyes longingly.

"Oh, no you don't!" Zoey kept giggling. "You can't stop now. Not gonna let a sexy little behind stand in your way of a masterpiece, are you? Besides, you know how hard it is for me to sit still like this for so long? Very!"

"Okay, okay," Nicole said, placating her muse. "Have you seen it though? It's way, way beyond sexy... there are no words to describe that smokin' hot butt!"

"Oh my God Nicole!" Zoey was laughing now, trying desperately to keep up her pose. "Yes, of course I've seen it! Now paint it please, so it can get up off this stool!"

Taking deep breaths that did nothing to calm her desires, Nicole finally dipped her brush into the pearl white that she'd been saving for this very task, Zoey's skirt. Her brush glided along curves. She was gentle, ensuring the accuracy of the heart-shape with her strokes. She swirled along just the right places that needed a flourish. She dipped onto the board to get more and more paint to create a deep and luminous white that accentuated the fullness and the shape of the object she was painting. The painter blushed deeply, looking up at Zoey to meet her eyes. Zoey's smirk just made her blush even harder, only barely conscious of the movements of her paintbrush. Nicole flicked away at curves for no real reason anymore other than it felt like something that she should do. Much like how her earlier studies were for science, her flicks now were for Art with a capital A.

Finally, the masterpiece was complete. Nicole rocked back on her stool, letting her paint board clatter onto the floor. It was messier than she intended, but this was an art studio after all.

"Finished?" Zoey squeaked excitedly. At Nicole's weak nod, she jumped up in a rush of peaches and roses to see the final product that she'd helped create.

"If you don't like it, I can do it again..." Nicole rasped breathily

"Oh... OH! Nicole! It's wonderful! It's so wonderful!" Zoey squeaked happily. "...Do I really look like that to you? Do I really?"

"Well no..." Nicole began in an exasperated tone, earning and uncertain look from Zoey. "I mean... when you smile, it's like seeing a rainbow for the first time after a terrible rainstorm... beautiful, luminous, and inspiring. You can't paint that kind of thing Zoey..."

"Nicole..." Zoey gasped, pressing her hand to her heart, her dimples bright red like cherries atop her cheeks, her bright blue eyes brimming with misty tears.

Suddenly, Zoey grabbed Nicole by the hands and pulled her up from her stool. She wrapped her arms around her bewildered painter as tightly as she could and pressed a kiss on her lips. Nicole gasped, falling into Zoey's arms and against the softness of her body. Her legs were like jello. She could only stand due to the surprising strength of Zoey's embrace. The pair stood there, holding each other and kissing each other for what felt like eternity. Their love was so passionate that it was like time stood still. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours. No one will ever really know. They basked in one another's warmth, tasted one another's lip gloss and saliva. They lost themselves to the point that they were one. Eventually, the pair pulled back to catch their breath, gazing lovingly into one another's eyes, sharing in the intimacy of their moment together, the moment when they created a masterpiece of love. Without warning, Zoey's suddenly slid her hands beneath Nicole's cardigan and grabbed her butt, totally breaking the mood.

"Eep! Zoey?!?!" Nicole squeaked, her olive cheeks flushed pink in surprise.

"Hehehe... it's only fair after all you got to do," Zoey laughed, squeezing a little harder. "You know that cardigan of your's is such a tease! I kept wondering what does that butt really look like?? Well now I know how it feels at least!"

Zoey pushed her bewildered painter onto a much cozier looking chair, and quickly plopped on top of her, curling up on Nicole's lap. Zoey's smile was like gazing into a star, and Nicole was starstruck. She nuzzled into the softness of Zoey's cheek as the blonde lovingly stroked her hair.

"Do you take tips?" Zoey asked coyly, pressing a kiss to Nicole's forehead.

"No," Nicole whispered. "But I do take loving gestures from beautiful ladies."

"In that case..." Zoey whispered, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lip. The blonde shifted around on top of Nicole so that she was sitting on her lap, her back pressed snugly against Nicole's soft breasts. Her head nuzzled demurely against the painter's cheek. "Is this what you were dreaming of?"

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An NCISLA Fan Fiction

Foreword: Here is another M rated Densi story. I told myself I wouldn't write another M rated Densi fic, but I was hit with sudden inspiration while watching last night's episode. My thought was what if they gave into their thing during their undercover op as husband and wife? So this story came about. It didn't hurt when I found ECO's naked streaking clip from "Fired Up" on YouTube. That might have helped too.

Happy Birthday to the incomparable Maxie Kay. I named one of the characters in her honor.

Deeks and Kensi were undercover in the the suburbs. They were posing as a married couple that had a passionate and volatile relationship. John and Karen "Kiki" Snider were suppose to be wildly in love even though they fought like cats and dogs. His alias was a surfer boy who worked in IT while Kiki was a former stripper whom he met while she was on stage. The couple next door was a Navy Staff Sergeant and his wife and they were under investigation as potential suspects due to a lead in the team's current case. From the Intel gathered, it was widely known that Maxie and James Kay were part of a swingers club and were rather voyeuristic. Maxie was a petite and vivacious blonde with breasts that weren't naturally possible in nature. She was very outgoing and invited the pair over for dinner with her husband. Maxie was very touchy and would come up with several excuses to touch Deeks. One time she even pinched his butt when he walked past her in the hall. It was all he could do to refrain from yelling out loud at the indignation.

James on the other hand, was rather quiet. However, he was prone to looking at Kensi in a way that that made her skin crawl. Luckily, Maxie didn't notice this and seemed happy in her marriage. Later in the evening, Kensi realized that Maxie wasn't trying to flirt with Deeks. She was very affectionate with her husband, but couldn't resist the lure of Deeks' perfect rear. Kensi couldn't blame her as she herself had slapped his butt a few weeks ago after that impromptu basketball game.

After dinner, Deeks and Kensi decided to take advantage of the hot tub in their back yard. Kensi went to her bedroom and changed into her suit. It was bright purple and left little to the imagination. The bottom was a g-string with little coverage in the front. The top had tiny triangles that barely covered her nipples. One false move and she would be on display for Deeks. This was not the kind of bathing suit worn in public. It was actually a purchase for her wild trip to Miami years ago. She went a few months after Jack left her. Kensi felt the suit was very appropriate for her undercover alias and a part of her wanted to titillate Deeks and make his mouth water.

Deeks was getting ready in his own room and slipped on a pair of body- hugging swim shorts. They molded to his butt and displayed his firm physique to the hilt. He usually wore long board shorts, but Hetty insisted he bring these instead. She said that his alias was an exhibitionist and took every opportunity to show off his body. The skinny jeans and the tight shirt he wore at dinner were a testament to that fact.

Deeks headed to the hot tub and brought along the welcome basket the neighbors gave them after dinner. He spotted a bottle of chilled champagne inside so he grabbed two champagne glasses and a corkscrew from the kitchen and took them outside with him. The basket was sealed, so he didn't get a good look at what else was inside. If he had seen the contents, he would have blushed a rosy red. Deeks set the basket on the gazebo bar and proceeded to turn on the jets. Within minutes, the water was sufficiently warm and he hopped into the bubbly whirlpool.

Deeks closed his eyes and let the water soothe his tired muscles. He heard the sliding door slam and he opened his eyes to the most amazing vision. Kensi was walking towards him in a bikini that only existed in Brazil or a really bad porn flick. The top consisted of string and little triangles that displayed quite a bit of side boob. The bottom was miniscule and almost as small as the one worn by Kate Lipton on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. Today's belly ring was silver with purple tips that matched her suit. But the highlight was when Kensi turned to slip out of her sandals. He got a good look at her butt and saw that the triangle was only in front and the back looked like dental floss that disappeared into her crack. He also noticed a sexy tattoo on her right butt cheek. It was the words "Semper Fi" written in fancy script. Her dad was a Marine so he figured she got it in tribute after his death. He could see the neighbors puttering around in their second floor bedroom so Deeks stayed in character when he addressed Kensi.

"The water's fine, Princess. Hop in and come sit next to me."

Kensi gave him a look and got into the tub. She slid in right next to him. Kensi was surprised to feel the very small shorts when her thigh met his.

He leaned over and pretended to kiss her ear as he whispered, "We have an audience. How about we show them something they won't forget?"

Deeks figured that if they were open in their affection, the neighbors would warm up to them and share some information that would help their case.

Kensi went into action and placed her hand on his chest. She started to nuzzle his ear, but was really glancing in the direction of the neighbors and saw they were discreetly watching from their open window.

"Look at this lovely gift basket we received from the neighbors. Wasn't that sweet of them? There is a chilled bottle of champagne inside. Would you like a glass, Kiki?"

"Yes, dear. Let's see what else is inside."

Deeks sat up on the edge of the tub and pulled down the basket. He opened it and took out the contents one by one. In addition to the chilled champagne, he found several condoms, a bottle of lube, flavored massage oil, honey dust and furry handcuffs. In reality the items inside shocked him, but he hid his reaction well.

"I can't wait to use all of this stuff soon," Deeks said as a wide grin spread across his face.

"That can be arranged," Kensi purred.

Inwardly, Kensi rolled her eyes. These neighbors were definitely not the normal suspects they came across. She was also a little taken back by the contents, but couldn't help but think about each of their various uses. The handcuffs alone brought up lots of ideas that included her partner immobile and at her mercy.

Deeks grabbed the bottle and opened it with the corkscrew. He pulled the cork out and the champagne spilled all over Kensi's breasts. The cold liquid made her nipples harden and the velocity of the liquid caused one of the triangles to shift. This revealed one erect nipple to the cold air and Deeks' hot gaze.

"You're putting on quite a show there, Kiki."

Deeks brought his hand to her top and pushed it back over her exposed nipple. He grazed her nipple slowly as the fabric moved across her skin. She shivered lightly and felt the caress through every part of her body.

Deeks took a deep breath to steady himself and poured them each a glass. He was taking liberties with Kensi that she wouldn't have allowed if they weren't undercover. Touching her was the stuff of fantasies. As her partner, he was happy to spend his days with her. But at night he yearned for her when he was alone in his bed.

He handed one to her and said, "Here's a toast to us. May we always be this hot looking together even when we retire and move to a nursing home. Cheers."

She snorted and said, "Cheers."

After taking a small sip each, they put their glasses on the edge and enjoyed the ministrations of the soothing jets. There were also some bubbles coming out of the seats. Kensi could feel the bubbles through her suit and was getting a little turned on. She noticed the neighbors were still watching, so she decided to take advantage of this opportunity. Kensi could claim that she was working their cover and thought she wouldn't have to admit that she was really interested in seducing her partner.

She climbed into Deeks' lap whispered into his ear, "Let's give them a real show."

Kensi nuzzled his neck and gave him the biggest hickey.

Deeks was so turned on and did something he had wanted to do for the longest time. He found Kensi's lips and gave her the steamiest kiss. He explored her bottom lip and when her mouth opened, he swooped right in and started dueling his tongue with hers. The kiss was wet and so hot at the same time. She had never been kissed like this before and reveled in its intensity. He pushed aside the cups of her top and started to fondle her breasts. His hands palmed each firm breast and he used his fingers to pinch each nipple. Deeks broke off the kiss and slowly made his way down her neck with his tongue. He pulled one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it until it was stiff. He repeated this with the other one and Kensi let out this long moan that could be heard past the yard.

He stared at Kensi and couldn't believe this was really happening. His partner was writhing on his lap and was turned on because of him. Marty was beginning to resent the presence of his neighbors, but Kensi was so wound up. He knew that he needed to take care of her before they moved this interlude to a more private setting. So he made sure that Kensi wasn't exposed to the neighbors and one hand made its way down her body. He pushed one finger underneath her bottom and started fondling her clit. Kensi yelled and started undulating across his lap.

"Please, don't stop. I'm so close."

"Don't worry, Princess. I'll take care of you."

He kissed her on the mouth and put one finger inside of her vagina. In and out he went until she started bouncing up and down. Then he added another finger and kept pushing inside until she started to shake.

She was so wet and the continuous movement of her hips was making him rethink his previous plan. But he had to focus. He wanted their first time together to be private and the protective side of him didn't want an audience watching as he made the woman of his dreams his lover.

Kensi was just about gone. Deeks took one nipple into his mouth then took his thumb and pressed it against her sensitive nub. He rubbed it in time with his fingers thrusting into her warm sheath. He could only imagine how she would feel when he plumbed her depths with his aching erection.

With one last flick of his thumb, Kensi errupted with a loud cry. The aftershocks were intense and he could feel the tremors coursing through her body against his own. He rubbed her back and held her close to his chest. She started to kiss his chest and she looked ready to pounce on him.

"How about we take this inside, My sweet? I want our first time in our new house to be on our bed."

Kensi looked at Deeks and suddenly remembered where they were. Even during passion, Deeks was a gentleman.

"That sounds good. You have the best ideas John. How about we go inside and take the basket with us?"

"The next time I make a suggestion that you veto, I'll remind you of what you said tonight."

She laughed out loud at this and stepped out of his lap. Kensi put her swimsuit back in place. She got out of the tub and grabbed one of the towels that was in the bin next to gazebo. As Deeks got out, she grabbed another towel and wrapped it around him. They were hugging and wiping each other down and Kensi could feel his rigid member against her still sensitive flesh. He was so hard and needy, so Deeks pressed his body into Kensi and kissed her soundly. His control was fraying, so he quickly turned off the tub and told Kensi to grab the basket and champagne bottle as he hustled them into the house. At the rate they were going, he wasn't sure if he would take the time to remove her suit before losing himself in her luscious body.

Author's Note: These two are so damn photogenic together. Is it me or does ECO almost look like he is related to his fiancée? She is very pretty, but the blond hair makes them look a little too matchy matchy. Daniela Ruah with her brown hair just looks so striking next to him. Supposedly, Daniela is dating Eric's brother who is his stand in for stunts. Interesting.

Author's note #2: That bathing suit I just described should be illegal. Actually, it was banned a few years ago in some counties in Florida. As for Deeks' swimsuit, I was watching an episode of Cake Boss and remembered seeing it. While vacationing in Italy, Buddy and the guys were forced to wear them when the womenfolk bought some. They insisted that everyone from Buddy to his young son had to wear them. Needless to say, none of them looked as good in them as ECO. I really should start a petition requesting that ECO wear a pair in an upcoming episode.


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