The Bedtime Tales of Be287m

Friends and Benefits, Chapter Thirty-six

I didn’t sleep well that night.  My brain churned and whirled and just wouldn’t quiet down.  It didn’t seem to matter how much I thought about what had happened with Sharon, though.  I kept coming to the same conclusion: I’d done the right thing by walking out.

It still hurt, of course.  I couldn’t help remembering how she’d been there for me after Alicia dumped me.  And how she’d encouraged me to chase Tina and nudged me into what looked like the best romantic relationship of my life.

But still.

I also couldn’t help kicking myself for being blind to what she was really after.  After nine months of silence, her first letter asked about Allen?  Re-establishing the friendship with me seemed incidental.  I was sure that if she hadn’t heard that wrong rumor that he was getting divorced, she never would have written.

And once I started looking at things from that perspective, so much more fell into place.  Her forgetting to buy film?  Ha!  She wasn’t that forgetful.  New pictures were simply bait.  I’d told her I was seeing Allen and I was sure she was hoping or expecting me to mention the pictures to him.  After all, her interest in posing had gone up dramatically after he discovered those first shots under my bed, so many years ago.

The problem was, it didn’t all fit.  Why’d she done the first set?  That seemed to be much more spontaneous—the result of alcohol and some flirting.  And the stories—as much as she wanted some of them to be about Allen, she’d appreciated others that weren’t about him, and even written me one.  She’d even agreed to come to D.C. after she knew Allen was married.

It didn’t all make sense.  But the one thing that did make sense was exactly what I’d said before I’d left.  There was no philios in our friendship.  Maybe there had been once, but certainly not anymore.  And that meant walking out had been exactly the right thing to do.

I just didn’t like myself for doing it.

I wrestled with that one for a while.  I kept coming up with rational logical explanations that died in my tossing and turning.  While they made as much sense as why I couldn’t sleep, they also weren’t getting me anywhere.

In the end, I realized it was simply because I knew I’d hurt Sharon.  Not only by walking out, but earlier.  Relationships, even friendships, take two, right?  I was just as responsible for the whole mucked up friends with benefits, friends without benefits mess as she was.  How much had I encouraged her to move on from Allen?  Not enough.  How much had I enabled her to not move on?  Even if she’d been the one to break the rules in our disastrous night in D.C., her charge that I’d manipulated things to set it up was true.

There were a lot of times I didn’t show philios to her either.

Which meant a lot of my obsession the past year was simply wanting her to forgive me.  I was sure Sherri had seen that.  Sherri also understood that yearning too.

But, I had to admit, a lot of it was simply the old animal urge.  I had wanted to have sex with her, and was willing to put up with a lot for the chance it might happen.

I played my words back through my brain.  Had wanted.  I softly snorted to myself.  Not after last night, I realized.  Not with someone who didn’t want me and was only using me as a stand-in for a long lost love.  I had friends, true friends, who were happy to sleep with me, and a romantic love that just might be coming back into my life.

Thinking of Tina calmed me.  I let my mind shift over to memories and more relaxing fantasies of her.  It wasn’t long after that when I finally fell asleep.

The next morning I debated a little about calling Sherri.  On the one hand, I kind of felt like I’d leaned on her too much in the past.  On the other hand, she was my friend.  I vacillated for a while until I realized I could just tell her that.

“Hey,” I said, once she was on the phone and we’d made our greetings.  “I wanted to tell you about last night with Sharon.  But as a friend, not a counselor, okay?”

“Sure, Joe,” she said.  “I’ve been wondering what happened.”

“Well… how long do you have?”

“As much time as you want.”

An hour later, I’d completed the entire story, in all its gory detail, from me running late, to the photo album, to the exact words of our final exchange, as best I remembered them.  I also told her about my ruminations when I was trying to fall asleep.  She only asked a few questions while I poured my heart and mind out, mostly just making encouraging noises along the way.

“So what do you think?” I said, when I’d finally run the conversational torrent dry.

“I think you did the right thing,” she said.  “Walking out.”

“I think so too.  But I don’t know what to do next.”

“Why do anything?”

“We were good friends once,” I said.

“And once she was with Allen.  But life goes on.”

I sighed.  “That it does.”

“Besides, better to get out now than later.”

“Huh?”

“If,” she said, “you hadn’t had that blow up at the end, what would have happened?”

“Probably some pictures after I’d seen Allen,” I said.  “Then maybe more later, depending on what happened with Tina.”

“And you would have kept lusting after a woman who doesn’t find you attractive.”

“Well,” I said, “I lust after you, and you don’t find me attractive, being a lesbian and all.”

“But I do love you,” Sherri said.  “And that’s enough.  It makes the sex fun, even if you’re not the type I find attractive enough to fall in romantic love with.”

“True.  It’s not the same with Sharon.”

“Not at all.  So, what would it have done to your self esteem to keep getting rejected time and time again by Sharon?  Particularly when she was willing to let it get more sexual than a purely platonic friendship?”

I paused and let that sink in.

“It would suck,” I finally said.  “But at least I’d know it wasn’t me.”

“Yeah.  You’ve got Tina.”

“And you and Lisa,” I said.  “It’s kind of hard to believe you’re unattractive when women want to go to bed with you.  Or at least did, in Lisa’s case.”

She chuckled.  “She certainly did.  Though sometimes I worry she’s going to wear Robert out.”

I laughed, knowing exactly what she meant.

“Well,” I said, “maybe he should offer to share.  Let her wear herself out with someone else.”

“They’re talking about something like that,” she said.  “Why, are you interested?”

I hesitated.  As much as I knew sex with Lisa was very good, it didn’t feel quite right.

“No,” I said.  “At least not now.  I would hate to screw up things with Tina, or for Lisa with Robert.  Besides, things are pretty good between us as friends right now.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said.  “A lot of guys would have thought with their dicks.”

“Me included,” I said.  “And maybe I’ll change my mind down the road, but right now it doesn’t feel right.”

“That’s a good attitude.”

“Yeah,” I said.  “I’m feeling a lot better about this than about any break-up I’ve had in the past.”

“Interesting term.”

I replayed the sentence in my mind.  “Break-up?  I guess it is.”

“Anything else?”

“I’d love to get together when I get back,” I said.  “If that’s not too much of an imposition of course.  I know things are pretty busy for you about then.”

“Oh, I’m sure we can come up with something.  You should have some reward for having the strength to walk out on a woman in lingerie.”

I grinned.  “Well, I’m sure you’ll come up with something I’ll enjoy.”

“Definitely.”

We didn’t talk much longer, since we’d already spent so long on the phone and I knew my parents had plans for the afternoon.  I hung up feeling much better and relieved about all that had happened.

It didn’t hurt that it was the day before Christmas.  I managed to push thoughts of Sharon aside as I threw myself into the family celebrations and had a genuinely good time.

The afternoon of Christmas Day, I also called Tina.  Her parents’ house was the usual madhouse of relatives and her happiness came through in her voice.  Tina’s finals had gone well and she was eager to come out to D.C..  We had a great chat that was too short at twenty minutes, before obligations pulled her back to the merry chaos I heard in the background.  After we hung up, I floated on her words for the rest of the evening.

My mood came crashing down a few days later, when I met Allen at the Denny’s near my parents’ place.  While I was glad to see him, I couldn’t help thinking of Sharon.  We caught up on all of our other news before the itchiness at the back of my brain pushed me into bringing her up.

“So,” I said, “one other thing came up.  My friendship with Sharon is over.”

He snorted.  “About time.  What’d she do?  Or did you just get smart?”

I sighed.  “A little of both.  I got smart when I realized she was trying to use me to get to you.”

“Figures.”  He took a swig of coffee and leaned back.  “That letter she wrote?  Before I got married?  She said I was the ‘love of her life’ and if she couldn’t be with me, she was glad I was happy.’”  He took another sip.  “The woman’s nuts.”

“That doesn’t sound nuts.”

He looked at me hard.

“Okay,” I said, “I’m not going to defend her anymore.”

“Good.”

“Although I wish I’d seen it earlier.”

“What was there to see?” he said.  “It’s not that she’s drooling or spouting nonsense.  At least most of the time.”

“Well,” I said, “it never really sunk in that she was still in love with you.  I thought she was moving on, like I was with Alicia.”

“She was never in love with me,” Allen said.  “She was in love with the idea of me.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“With Jenna,” he said, “she wants to do things to make me happy.  She’s happy when I’m happy.  She cares for me.  Sharon….”  He snorted.  “She wanted me for what I could do for her.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.  Oh, she’d do stuff for me, but it was like she was earning credit for what she could ask me later.”

“Ah.”  I nodded.  Not only did it make sense, it explained a lot.

“Dumping her was one of the best things I’ve done.”

I didn’t see any point in arguing, so I let the subject slide.  Instead, I asked more about his relationship with Jenna.

“It’s really good,” he said.  “I know she wants to make me happy.  And that makes me want to make her happy, you know?”

I smiled, thinking of Tina, and some of the presents she’d given me.  “I think I know what you mean.”

“And I do the same for her.”

I smiled again.  “It took me a while to figure out that it’s the giving that really matters.”

Allen just nodded his head.

After a moment of silence, he changed the subject and asked about my parents.  We chatted a little while longer and then paid our check, said our goodbyes, and headed out the door.

“Don’t fuck it up with Tina, ya hear?” he called after me as I walked to my car.

I grinned and waved and then smiled all the way back to my parents’ house.

•  •  •

When my flight touched down in D.C., I thought about calling Sherri right away, but it didn’t seem right.  I knew she was busy, and my concerns and worries could wait.  Besides, it was late, and I knew she was going out the next evening, New Year’s Eve.  It didn’t matter, though, as she’d left a message on my answering machine.

“Joe, this is Sherri.  I know tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, but can I stop by on the way to my ‘date’? I’ve got something for you.”

I couldn’t help grinning.  Now I definitely had something to look forward to.

I called Sherri back the next morning, and we arranged for her to stop by around six.  I still went into work, to conserve my vacation time, but it was a slow, boring day, with my boss and most of my coworkers off on their own vacations.  I ended up at home early, where I popped a bottle of wine and got out the photo album.  I really hadn’t gotten a good look at the photos of Sharon and Tina together, that night in Sharon’s apartment, and I’d just tucked it into my suitcase at my parents’ after that.  The last day of the old year seemed as auspicious a time as any to go through it.

Of course, Sherri saw it as soon as she bustled in, slipping her coat off to reveal a tight black dress with a plunging neckline.

“Is this the album?” she asked.

I nodded.  “Want to see?”

“Yes,” she said.  “As much as you’ve talked about Sharon and Tina, I’m curious as to what they look like.”

“Well….”  I slid the photo album across the table to her.

“Let’s take this to the couch,” she said.  “That way you can answer any questions.”

I agreed and we soon settled onto the cushions.  She paged through the pictures slowly, gazing at each one for several seconds, as if absorbing it and committing it to memory.  She complimented several of the ones with Sharon and Tina together, particularly for the symmetry of their poses.  She also asked about the ones of Tina at the Grand Canyon, which I hadn’t yet put in the album.  When I retrieved them from the closet, her eyes lit up and she spent quite a while comparing those with the ones with Sharon in them.

“I’m comparing smiles,” she said cryptically when I asked what she found so fascinating.

Finally she closed the book.  “These are pretty impressive,” she said.  “Have you decided what you’re going to do with them?”

I sighed.  “I don’t know.  I want to keep the ones of Tina, but I’m not sure I should keep the ones of Sharon.  Particularly if Tina and I get back together.”

She nodded.  “I can see her not wanting such intimate reminders around.”

“Particularly with the history between Sharon and me.  I mean, Tina might not have minded if things hadn’t gone so south.  She was there for the final set, after all.”

“Exactly.”  She paused, staring out into space for a moment, and then met my eyes.  “You’ll have a pretty empty album if you take out all the ones of Sharon.”

I shrugged dismissively.  “I’m sure I can fill it later.”

She grinned. “I’m sure you can.”

“Yeah,” I said, “So, you had something for me?”

Her grin turned devilish.  “I thought you deserved something after your courage in walking away from a woman in lingerie.”

I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to explain more, but she didn’t answer.  Instead, she grabbed her purse and then slid off the couch onto the floor.  Turning, she knelt before me and placed her hand on my cock.

“I can do this in my lingerie,” she said licking her lips, “if you’d like.”

I snorted.  “Entirely your decision.”

“I’m running a little late.”  With that, she unbuckled my belt and yanked my pants open. 

I was already hard by the time she extracted my cock.  She gave me a couple of quick strokes, grinning up at me. Then she fished a condom out of her purse, put it on the tip, and lowered her head.  I gasped at her mouth enveloped me.  Once again, I hadn’t felt the condom roll on and could barely sense its presence.

She sucked hard and tight the way she knew I liked.  Then she brought her hand up to caress my balls and the bottom of my shaft as she swirled her tongue around the head.  It didn’t take long before I gasped and exploded, closing my eyes as the pleasure rolled through me.

Sherri sat back on her haunches and smiled at me, still lightly holding my shaft.

“Do you want me to return the favor?” I asked.

“No.”  She glanced at the clock.  “I need to get going.”

I sighed, but didn’t stop smiling.

“Okay.  Maybe later.”

“Maybe, but it’s not necessary.  This was your reward for walking away from Sharon.”

“I didn’t do it for the reward.”

She nodded.  “That makes it sweeter.”

I chuckled because she was right.

We quickly cleaned up and I kissed her goodbye at the door.  It wasn’t even seven o’clock, and already it had been a great New Year’s Eve.

•  •  •

We ended up having seven for breakfast on New Year’s Day.  Two women, who’d been showing up regularly for classes and events, had talked Sherri into training them as ‘assistants.’  I was not-so-secretly pleased at having successfully predicted that turn of events when I suggested the center in the first place, even though it meant I got to spend less time with Sherri myself.  Similarly, one of her male clients had become an accepted regular presence at the center.  A very shy guy, he seemed to be strongly attracted to one of the budding assistants, though he never seemed to act on it.

I thought about pulling him aside and making a couple of suggestions, but I was far too busy cooking.  Sherri had seriously reduced the kitchen in her renovations and it was more of a challenge to cook for a group than it would have been in my own apartment.  There just wasn’t enough counter or table space to do all the prep.

The lack of table space meant we ate in the main meeting room, sitting in a circle on the floor.  Sherri asked each of us to say a few words about what we wanted in the upcoming year.  As each person talked, she asked questions, gently teasing out ways for them to act that might get what they wanted.

Lisa surprised me.  She looked from Robert to me and back again before she spoke.  “I want to have the passion in my relationship with Robert that Joe feels for Tina.”

I smothered my gasp.  Me?  A role model?  I glanced at Robert, who looked equally surprised.

“I…,” he began.

“I know you love me,” Lisa interrupted, still looking at him.  “And I love you.  But… Joe’s willing to give up everything for Tina.  Even us as his friends.”  She gestured to indicate the circle.  “And it’s not just Joe.  Tina’s giving up a lot too, when she moves here.”

“Well—” I began.  Before I could finish objecting, Sherri cut me off.

“It’s not what you give up,” she said.  “Passion doesn’t require sacrifice.”

“Yeah,” Lisa said, “but it requires more than rules and negotiations and shit like that.”

“Ah,” Sherri said.  “I think I see the crux of the problem.”  She looked at Robert, who nodded.  “How about if the three of us discuss this privately, when we’re done here?”

“Sure,” Lisa said, nodding.  Robert nodded as well, and Sherri turned to the next person, which was me.

“What do you want in this new year?” she asked.

I started.  “Well, Tina, of course.  But you mean that at a deeper level, don’t you?”

Sherri’s Cheshire cat grin spread across her face.

Silly question.  “Well,” I began, “I… I think I’ve done a lot this past year.  In growing.  I want to keep doing it.”

“Anything specific?” she prompted.

I glanced around the room at the others, all silently watching me, relaxed as they waited.

“I want to be as good of a friend as you all have been for me.”

Lisa smiled, while Robert and the others nodded.  Sherri’s expression was inscrutable, but after a moment she turned to the next person.

I thought my answer was kind of lame, but it didn’t seem the time to say anything.  After we closed the circle, I caught Sherri and asked if we could talk.

“Yes,” she said, but then nodded toward Lisa and Robert, standing off to one side. “but I need to talk to them first.  Can you stick around?”

“Sure.  I need to clean up the kitchen anyway.”

Unfortunately, the conversation with Lisa and Robert took longer than it took me to get everything cleaned.  I waited for a while, and then I drifted into the main room and browsed the bookshelves.  Sherri found me there, thumbing through a book on Far Eastern sex practices I hadn’t yet seen.

“They going to be all right?” I asked as she settled onto the floor next to me.

“Yes,” she said, nodding.  “They do love each other.  It just that Robert’s scared he’s going to lose her, and that makes it hard.”

“Well, she is a beautiful, oversexed woman.  She could have her pick of men.”

“True.  And she picked him.”

I smiled.  I knew it wasn’t quite that simple, but there was no point in saying so.

“If he trusts her, it’ll be all right.  It’s what she wants.”

“She has to be worthy of that trust,” I said.

Sherri looked at me.  “And you think she isn’t?”

“I didn’t mean that,” I said.  “I just know it can be hard to trust.  Particularly if you’ve been burned before.”

“And he has been.  But they’re going to try.”

“Good.”

“So,” she asked, “what did you want to talk about?”

“I thought my answer earlier was kind of lame,” I said.  “I mean, I don’t really know what I want for this next year.”

“That’s okay.  You did a lot this past year.”

“I did.”

She smiled and put her hand on my knee.  “It really is okay to not know the next step.  Don’t think about it so much.”

I smiled and nodded.  New Year’s resolution—no overthinking!  But then I had another thought, which sobered me.

“There is one thing, though.”  I took a breath.  “I said I wanted to be better friends with all of you, but if Tina doesn’t want me to see you….”

She made a small snort and nodded.  “You might have to do what you don’t want to do.”

“Yeah.”

We sat together in silence for a moment.  Then she leaned into me and I put my arm around her, holding her for a bit.  After a long while, she pulled back, tilted her head, and looked at me.

“I have an idea,” she said.  “Are you busy Saturday?”

“No,” I said.  “You want to do something?”

She nodded.

“What?”

“It’ll be a surprise.”

I smiled.  Sherri’s surprises were always good.  “Well, I’ll look forward to it.”

“It’ll have to be late,” she said.  “Nine o’clock?”

“Sure.”

She smiled and gave me a squeeze.  “Good.  You’ll enjoy it.”

I chuckled.  “I always do.”

She stretched and stood.  “It’ll be fun.”

I just nodded and stood myself.  We wandered back into the kitchen where I’d packed my stuff.  Sherri helped carry it out to my car, and then gave me a hug and a kiss goodbye before I headed home.

•  •  •

Saturday night found me a little nervous and eager.  Tina and I had talked a couple of times on the phone in anticipation of her visit next week, and each conversation had stretched out far longer than either of us had expected.  They’d ended with me smiling and looking forward to her visit.

Though that made me more nervous about this evening.  It had the feeling of a ‘last time together,’ since I knew I’d have to stop sleeping with Sherri once Tina and I got back together.

When, I mused.  I was no longer using if.  There was no guarantee, of course, but my subconscious apparently had already decided things would work out.

I was still musing on that when the doorbell rang.  I opened the door and both Sherri and Lisa strode in.  They both wore tight blouses and skirts, hose, and heels and gave me a hug before we moved to the living room.  It was a little awkward with Sherri, because she was holding a gift-wrapped box and we had to hug without crushing it.

“I’m surprised to see you,” I said to Lisa once we’d settled onto the couch.

She smiled.  “Once Sherri told me what she wanted to do, I wanted to be a part of it.”

I looked a question at Sherri, who gave me an enigmatic smile.  I turned back to Lisa.

“So, Robert didn’t come?”

She shook her head.  “It wasn’t appropriate, for what we’re going to do.  But he knows about it, and… well, he’s decided to trust me.”

I blinked at that, but decided not to question it.

“We both want to remain friends with you,” Sherri said, “but we know that, well....”

“Yeah,” I said.

“So we wanted you to have something to remember us by, just in case. We got you a present.”

“You didn’t have to,” I said.

“This might be the last time we can do… some things for you,” Lisa said with a smirk.

“You still don’t have to.”

Sherri looked amused at my objections, but put the gift-wrapped box into my lap.  It wasn’t heavy, so I shook it.  It rattled.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at the ladies.

“I knew we should have padded it,” Lisa said, looking sidelong at Sherri, who just gave a casual shrug.

I started tearing the paper off the present.  Their grins grew as I shook the box once more before removing the lid.  My jaw dropped when I saw what was inside.

Four rolls of 36 exposure film.

I looked up to see the mirth in Lisa’s eyes and the warmth in Sherri’s.

“Four?” I said.

“Sure,” Lisa said.  “One of me, one of Sherri, and one of the two of us together.”

“And the fourth?”

“Of you,” Sherri said.  “Who says that only women should be in front of the camera?”

“Well….”  I couldn’t come up with any rational argument against it.

“It gives us something to remember you by,” Sherri said.  “Pictures of a hot stud we can look at later.”

I snorted.  No way am I a ‘hot stud,’ but there’s no point in arguing.

I looked at Lisa.  “And Robert’s okay with this?”

She nodded.  “I’m just doing the pictures, not anything more.”

I smiled.  As much as I was sure I’d enjoy another full-blown threesome, I was grateful that Robert was at least this accommodating.

“I did bring a camera,” Sherri said, with a nod toward her purse.  “And some condoms.”

“Uhh….”

“Of course you’re going to fuck her,” Lisa said.  “It might be the last time you get to.  And I’m going to take pictures.  But after you take pictures of us.”

I chuckled and shook my head.  “Do I have any choice in the matter?”

Sherri looked at me pointedly.  “Do you want to say ‘no?’”

“I’m not that foolish.”

“Good!” Lisa exclaimed.  “Where should we start?”

I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at her enthusiasm.  “Over there, I imagine,” I said, pointing at the nearly bare wall where nearly a year ago I’d posed Sharon and Tina.

Lisa nodded and began unbuttoning her blouse.  I looked at Sherri, but she merely grinned, and then went to her purse and retrieved a compact camera.

“It’s not as nice as the one you’ve been using,” she said, “but it should do.”

“I’m not sure the pictures are the point.”

Her smile turned devilish.  “Of course not.  But you’re going to take them anyway.”

I laughed.  “Like I said, I’m not foolish enough to say no.”

Sherri’s eyes twinkled, and she started unfastening her skirt.  Meanwhile, Lisa stood in front of the wall, in just her bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings, with a look of growing impatience.

“Just a minute,” I said to her, as I popped the back of the camera and loaded the film.

“Make me look good,” she said.

“You already look good,” I said.  “All I’m doing is capturing a bit of it on film.”

With that, I moved until I was a few feet away from her, dropped to one knee, and clicked the shutter.  Lisa’s eyes went up in surprise.

“Turn sideways,” I said.

She complied and, after a bit of direction on how to hold her arms and bend her leg, I took my second picture.  It took Lisa a few shots to get the hang of posing—how to hold her hands or tilt her shoulders.  I wasn’t sure any of those early shots would come out, but I didn’t care.  When I’d finished a third of the roll, I asked her to remove her bra.

“Any particular way?” she asked.

“Slowly,” I said.  “Tease the camera.”

Her eyes twinkled impishly and she reached behind her and unhooked her bra.  Then she slowly lowered each strap, letting her breasts peek into view, before she tossed the fabric aside and cupped them in her hands.

“That’s nice,” I said as I snapped shots of her fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples erect.

“Glad you like,” she said, grinning at me.  Her eyes flicked to Sherri, who sat quietly off to the side, watching.  Sherri’s eyes gleamed as she smiled back at Lisa.  She motioned with her finger for Lisa to spin around.

Lisa did, slowly, while I took pictures until she completed her 360.  Then she turned her back to the camera, hooked her thumbs under her panties, and lowered them to the ground.

“What a great ass,” Sherri said, as Lisa stepped out of the silk.

“Absolutely,” I said, snapping a few more shots.

Lisa turned and beamed at us.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said.  “Robert loves it.  Though not as much as he loves my pussy.”

“Well…,” I said.  I set the camera down and quickly grabbed a chair from the dining room, which I placed in front of her.

“How about if you show it off?” I suggested.  “These pictures are for him too, after all.”

Lisa’s smile could have lit the room.  She sat, leaned back, and slowly parted her thighs.  Then she slid her fingers down across her mound and parted her lower lips, me taking pictures the entire time.  Finally, she moved her hand back up, so that only a single finger rested on her clit.  To my frustration, it was the last shot before the roll of film was finished.

As I reloaded the camera, I glanced at Sherri.  She licked her lips as she watched Lisa stroke her clit.

“Go ahead,” I said.

Sherri looked at me, questioning.

“Dive in,” I said, tilting my head toward Lisa.  “It’d be a great picture.”

Sherri chuckled, but quickly moved to kneel in front of Lisa, who slid to the edge of the chair.  Sherri pushed the blonde’s hand aside and lowered her head.  Lisa gasped, leaned back, and closed her eyes.

I circled around the two of them, getting shots from several angles.  Sherri pulled her hair to the side so I could get a couple close-ups of her face nestled between Lisa’s thighs, but my favorite shot was just Lisa’s face, as she moaned in ecstasy. It didn’t take long for Sherri to bring her to orgasm, and I got another great one with Lisa’s back arched and her hands on the back of Sherri’s head.

Sherri sat back quietly, grinning as Lisa caught her breath.  Then she looked over her shoulder and gave me an enigmatic smile.

“So was it a great picture?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said.  I gestured toward the chair.  “How about if you take the seat for a while?”

She nodded and stood up, quickly shedding her bra and panties, leaving just her garter belt, heels and stockings.  Lisa meanwhile slid off the chair and headed over to the couch.  I watched her until our eyes met.

“That was okay?” I asked.

She caught my gist and nodded.  “Robert likes it when we,” she tilted her head toward Sherri, “fool around.  He’ll like the pictures.”

I nodded.  Judging from my own straining erection, I was sure he would.

It didn’t take long to finish the second roll, with Sherri striking a handful of poses.  We took pictures with her sitting like Lisa had done, facing the camera, thighs parted.  The better shots were of her standing, leaning on the chair, letting the garter straps highlight her ass.  Our last shots were from the side, with her shooting smoldering looks over her shoulder as I experimented with varying the angle to show differing amounts of her breasts.

As I changed the film, I glanced back and forth from Lisa to Sherri.  “What now?” I asked.

“I want some shots of us on the couch,” Sherri said, “like you took of Sharon and Tina.”

I nodded, though the memories made me flush a little.  When I looked up, the ladies were already moving into position.

I had them crook their stocking clad legs identically to how Sharon and Tina had done so.  Afterward, Sherri slid to the middle of the couch, and Lisa lay across her lap.  However, Sherri didn’t stop with just resting her hand on Lisa’s back like Sharon had done, but slowly caressed the blonde’s ass and thighs while I snapped away.  She got a devilish grin and paused, making sure I was ready, before she nudged Lisa’s thighs apart and slid a finger into her.  Lisa gasped and then turned her head, facing me.  I got some great shots of her squirming under Sherri’s ministrations.

“Enough,” Lisa said, pulling herself up.

I paused and lowered the camera as she climbed off of Sherri’s lap.

“Lie down,” she said to Sherri.

Sherri grinned and stretched out on the couch, glancing at me as she did so.  Our eyes met and we shared a smile as Lisa kicked off her shoes and stood on the couch, straddling the brunette.  Then our eye contact was broken as Lisa worked her way down into a sixty-nine.

The camera almost steamed from the pictures I was taking.  Lisa’s nipples lightly caressed Sherri’s stomach, as her hair cascaded around the darker woman’s thighs.  Meanwhile, Sherri was lightly running her hand over Lisa’s ass as she licked and sucked the blonde’s labia and clit.

The only downside was the couch itself was getting in the way.

“Uh, can you two move to the floor?” I asked.

Neither spoke, but they disentangled enough to do exactly as I’d asked.  Once they’d returned to their sixty-nine on the carpet, I moved around, getting even more incredible shots.  They didn’t seem to notice me, either, too caught up in what they were doing.  Soft moans, mostly from Lisa, filled the air.  I took pictures of Sherri kissing the inside of Lisa’s thigh.  Lisa’s blonde hair cascading around Sherri’s stockings.  The curve of Lisa’s back and ass from above, with Sherri’s hands holding her hips.  Sherri’s hair, splayed out across the carpet.  My last shot was of Lisa, taking a short break to look up at the camera and grin, her face covered with Sherri’s juices.

I finished the roll, and set the camera aside.  Lisa returned to licking Sherri.  My hard cock strained against my pants almost painfully.  Well, they did want pictures of me.  I began stripping my own clothes off.

When my pants hit the ground, the buckle of my belt clinked.  Lisa looked up again, and watched as my erection bobbed into view.

“Get behind me and fuck me,” she said.

I nodded, and circled around them.  I started to kneel behind Lisa, when I froze.

What about Robert?  I hung there, torn between the little head and the big head, each telling me something different to do.

--Fin--

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