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Subject: {ASSM} Steve's Gallery  Pt 2  (MF  rom safe sex)
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Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2007 07:10:02 -0500
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	Several Fridays later, was First Friday, the first Friday of
each month.  On that day, many of the galleries, including
Steve's, are open late, serve wine and snacks, and allow artists
to display their new works.  Steve took Sue to explore the new
stuff.  One painting particular caught Steve's eye.  It was a
brightly colored, surreal, image of some glowing rocks.   Sue
thought if was just some bright stripes, but Steve thought it
looked as if Georgia O'Keefe was doing landscapes. Steve inquired
about the artist. 
	He was introduced to a young Japanese woman named Michelle
Murkayama.  Michelle graduated from a major art school and was
searching to establish herself in the market.
	Steve said to her, "These are fantastic. I love your use of
color. I'd like to represent you in my gallery.  Do you have a
card?"
	She smiled, shyly, "Thank you.  I just moved, so I don't have a
card.  I'll right down my number on yours."
	Steve was instantly impressed by her warmth and sincerity. 
Usually, he would not be attracted to a woman with a smaller
bosom.  But she was clearly very pretty.  He bought one of
paintings for his gallery, believing he could sell it for more
money if he just framed it and displayed it properly.  He also
made an appointment to see her studio.
	Sue was not impressed.  At night during sex, she made some
disparaging remarks about some of the art.  She obviously
preferred more representational or impressionist work over the
abstract or surreal art displayed at First Friday.  Steve
wondered how far their relationship would go.  It may not have
enough to survive the inevitable passion cool down.
	Michelle lived in Manayunk, in northwest Philadelphia. When
Steve drove over, she showed him her studio and technique.
	She said, "Like Thomas Eakins, I work from photographs.  I used
either magazine photos or ones I take myself as a basis, and then
search for the inner structure."
	She showed him images from National Geographic, as well as nudes
from Playboy.  
	He said, "These nudes are pretty, but they don't look very
erotic."
	"I'm looking for inner beauty.  Erotic is in the observer; it is
how you feel.  Beauty is in the object; it is how you appreciate
it.  I'm looking to have you admire then, not give you an
erection."
	"I guess you can give me an erection in other ways."
	She frowned.  "That is the difference between naked and nude."
	"Well, you still should get permission of the magazines to use
their images."
	Finally, Steve offered to take five paintings, with the plan to
buy more if these sold well.   Michelle was excited by the chance
to display her work commercially.  They went to a caf on Main
Street to celebrate.
	After lunch, as he was leaving, Steve approached Michelle to
give her a kiss.  She let him peck her on the cheek, but that was
all. 
	He said, "I like you, and think you're a good artist.  Is there
a problem with that?"
	"I'm just not ready for that, that's all."
	"A bad breakup?"
	"Very bad. I'd rather not talk about it."
	"Fine. We can still work together."
	Michelle had been living with another art student in New York. 
Although she was 100% ethnic Japanese, she was born in America
and spoke English as her first language.  She was raised to be
accommodating, especially to men.  However, her lover was envious
that she was a better artist, winning more student awards and
greater sales.  He took out is frustration on her emotionally,
physically, and sexually.  When he trashed several of her
paintings as worthless trash, he crossed the line.   She moved
out the next day and eventually arrived in Philadelphia.  
Fortunately, her ex did not try to follow her.
	Michelle fascinated Steve.   She was different from any other
woman Steve was attracted to.   She was smaller, with a smaller
chest, and was less overtly sexual.  She usually tied her long
black hair back in a ponytail.  However, she was more sensitive
and artistic. Steve had always dated "white" women.  However, her
skin tone was the same as his, so regarding her as a different
race was silly.  
	Michelle's paintings sold well.  Eventually, Steve decided to do
a one-woman show for her in his gallery on a First Friday.  He
did not invite Sue.  The reviews and sales were encouraging. 
After the shows, they went to a pub to celebrate her success.
	He toasted her, "To an outstanding artist and a beautiful
woman."
	She replied, "To the handsome man who helped me find my
confidence."
	Walking back from the restaurant, Steve said, "I've seen your
studio.   Maybe you'd like to see mine."
	"Yes. I'd love to see yours."
	When they arrived, he offered her some wine.  When she took a
sip, Steve moved in to give her another kiss.  This time she did
not pull back. She let him kiss her face and feel her body.  	
	She asked, "Is this the part where you want to show me your
etchings?"	
	They laughed.  
	He said, "I want to be with you.  I may even be falling in love
with you.  You can stop me whenever you want."
	She said, breathlessly, "I don't want to stop you.  Do whatever
you want to me.   Just don't hurt me."	
	"I would never hurt you, baby.  I want to make you feel good."
	He led her into the bedroom.  He removed all her clothes except
her panties.  He then stripped down to his shorts.  He kissed her
boobs and the rest of her chest.  He then pulled her down to the
bed.  
	He said, "Your tits look like vanilla ice cream cones.  I want
to lick them."
	She replied, "Yes, I love it when you kiss my breasts.   They
are so sensitive, they tingle."
	He continued to kiss her, while fondling her panties.  He put a
hand inside the panties to feel her pussy.  
	He said, "I want to take your panties.  Okay?"
	She nodded, and lifted her rear to make it easier for him.  He
then put a hand on her pussy, while the other hand moved around
her tits.  He fondled her clitoris, getting her excited and wet.

	"How are you doing?" he asked.
	"Great, so far," she replied, softly.
	This was her first sex since she broke up with her former lover
over half a year ago, so she hoped it would be good.  
	He whispered, "I am going to take off my shorts and get a
condom. You just relax and enjoy the feeling and let me do the
work."
	When he rejoined her in bed, he resumed getting her excited.  He
slowly inserted his prick into her moist pussy. With each
movement, she inhaled sharply.  She put her arms around him,
pulling him tight. He wanted to make it last for her, so he
altered his pace.   She moaned softly.  Her moans got louder as
he stayed with her. He could tell she was about to cum.  
	She yelled, "Oh God!  Yes!   Yes!"
	He relaxed slightly, and then resumed his thrusts.
	He instructed, "Put your legs on my shoulders.  I want all of
you."
	"Yes, darling, take all of me."
	His movements were bringing to the peak.  His prick poured
liquid fire into her. 
	"I'm here for you, darling,' she exclaimed, breathlessly.
	He relaxed inside of her.  
	He then announced, "I'd better take care of this condom, before
it leaks."
	When he returned to bed, they kissed and cuddled some more.
	She whispered, "That was wonderful.  One of the best.  I think I
might be falling in love you, too."
	They made love again that night before falling asleep.  In the
morning, they wondered around the apartment naked.  In the
shower, he pushed her against the wall, and lifted her petite
body until she was pinioned on top of him.  He thrust into her
wildly.  She hung on, letting him pummel her.  They became sex
machines.  She squealed with delight as her body rocked with
pleasure.   He pulled out to release her just as a wave of cum
poured out him.
	She announced, "I want to drink your cum.," and knelt on the
shower floor.
	Her previous boyfriend made her swallow  it, but now she wanted
to.   
	She spent the entire weekend in his apartment, just going out
with him for a brief walk.  She believed the more she did what he
wanted, the greater the pleasure would be for both them.  They
had sex again twice more, until they were both exhausted but
happy,
	Monday morning, he announced, "I have to go to the store."
	She replied, "I don't want to leave you.  I could stay here
forever." 
	"This has been great.  You have your work to do, too, in your
studio.  But you can return next week."
	"I'd love to do that.  You're the best ever."
	About the same time, Steve got an email from Sue wondering what
had happened and why he had not called.  He apologized and said
he was getting serious with Michelle. A few weeks later, Sue
replied that she was serious with an Ivy League lawyer she met
through the bank.  While she was seeing Steve on Fridays, she had
been seeing the lawyer on Saturdays. 
	As Michelle continued her relation with Steve, she grew more
overtly sexy.  She began to wear somewhat more revealing outfits.
 Finally, Michelle suggested that she go back on the pill so he
would no longer need a condom.
	She said,  "A condom makes it harder to be spontaneous."  
	"That would mean we both have to be exclusive.  I have not been
exclusive with woman since college, but I will try to be for you.
 My parents were swingers.  They had an open marriage.  But my
father said doing that is hard, because it requires an
extraordinary amount of love and trust.  They stopped swinging
just to have me."
	"What about disease?"
	"In those days AIDS and other STD's were less of a concern, and
they generally confined their activities to a small circle of
trusted friends. They were not jealous. But I don't know if I
could continue to love you if you found sexual pleasure with
someone else."
	"I'm pretty sure I could not love you if you had someone else. 
I want you all to my self."
	One Friday evening, Steve and Michelle joined Molly, Sally,
John, and Bob at the same pub where he met Sue.   One of
Michelle's paintings hung on the wall, for sale.
	Molly said, "Michelle, I think you killed Steve.  I'm going to
have to report you for murder."
	She replied, "What do you mean?"
	"Steve said he would stop ogling chicks when he's dead.  So far,
he has just kept his eyes on you."
	Steve could not take his eyes off Michelle, especially that she
was not wearing a bra.  Her nipples were like pine cones boring
twin holes in her tight polo shirt. 
	When they returned to Steve's apartment, he grabbed her from the
back and put his hands under the shirt.
	She warned, "You're playing with fire, mister.   You'd better be
prepared to finish what you start."
	"I always finish what I start."
	He lifted the shirt off her and mashed into her breasts.   She
fell on her knees in front of him and opened his slacks and
pulled down his shorts.  She availed herself of his waiting
prick.  She engulfed it with her mouth, pulling and sucking as
much as she wanted.  She almost got him off.  
	He said, "Okay, stand up, lady."
	When got to her feet, he pulled down her slacks and panties.  
She had naturally thin pussy hair, so it was easy for him to
seize her clitoris.  He manipulated it for several minutes, until
she was breathing heavily. 
	He instructed, "Sit on me."
	She eased herself onto his rigid pole.   He pulled her breasts
to guide her movement. She moved over him, using her hips to
press down on him.  She increased her pace, until she leaned back
on let the convulsive pleasure vibrate from her pussy to her
entire body.  She slowed slightly, and then resumed moving on top
of him.  He resumed pulling her sensitive tits.  She hit another
orgasm, but he stayed hard inside.  
	He then pushed her off him.   
	"I want to finish behind you," he said.
	She knelt on the couch because she wanted to please him.  He
reinserted his penis. He pounded against her, until he reached
the edge.  His semen squirted up her uterus, soaking her.  When
she felt his moisture, she released another strong orgasm.
	He said, "I love your pussy.  It is so tight and sexy.  And I
love you, too."
	"I love your stiff prick.  I could ride it all day.  And I love
you, too."
	"You are right.  This is better without a condom.  To get this,
I will be loyal to you."
	"Remember, I belong to you and to nobody else, and you belong to
me."
	Eventually, Steve got a bigger apartment so Michelle could move
in him.  She kept a separate room just for her studio where Steve
left her alone while she was working.  Thanks to him, she became
a commercially successful artist.
	  
	 
	

	
	

	
	
	


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