## Archive-name: monica

From: queltin@aol.com (Queltin)

Subject: Monica

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

I'd known Susan since we were both three years old, when she'd moved into the house across the street from me with her family. Over the years, we'd shared many things. As best friends, we'd explored our world together and our parents thought of us as twins. I remember that she could draw well, even then. She used to make portraits of her family with cray-pas, and you could really tell who the people were. Even as we got older, and romantic interests developed, we still remained close friends. We never considered a relationship with one another, though I must admit at times having certain feelings for her. She got herself into a miserable relationship with a guy named Butch, which lasted through most of high school. Almost every night I consoled her, having no girlfriend myself. I remember the day after the first and only time she had sex with him, a week before they broke up. He'd gone and told all his friends the next day, and people started laughing at her in the hall. That night, Susan came to my house and I consoled her. As we spoke, we learned more than ever about one another. She told me about her greatest insecurity: being a small girl (5', 95 lbs), she had pretty small brsome reason, she'd become obsessed with trying to make them look a little larger through a padded bra and pushing her chest out, but that night, she removed her bra and let me see for the first time how small they really were: little more than two lumps with tiny nipples in the center. Even though she'd had sex with Butch, she'd never let him see her breasts. Feeling obligated to show her I knew how she felt, I dropped my pants to reveal my greatest insecurity: my 4.5 inch penis - the reason I'd never been secure enough to ask a girl out. Both of us caught up in the moment, she reached her fingers around my flaccid penis and began to jerk on it, bringing me to life. Within seconds, I was at my full not-so-impressive length. She kept jerking and jerking, and it felt so much better than my own hands. Finally I came all over her hand. She washed it off in the bathroom, and when she came back, we simply hugged and she went home, both of us knowing that it had only been a sharing moment between friends, not a romantic endeavor, though we would both remember it forever. Anyway, she became quite an artist as time went on, winning neighborhood and school contests regularly. I, on the other hand, became aware of the fact that I had no true talent. We both started college a year early, at age 16; she, of course, was an art major, while I did not declare a major (though I had already begun to become interested in psychology). In her first semester, she had to take a course on drawing the human body, which would one day become her forte. It didn't surprise me much when she asked me to model nude for her. I was hesitant at first, what with my size and all, but two things convinced me: one, she assured me that it would look bigger when she painted it, and two, the art department would give me eleven bucks an hour for it. I needed the money, so I did it. The first session was incredibly awkward. We went to Susan's own studio in the art building, and I took off all my clothes. I felt free and paranoid at the same time. She had me stand in a corner as she pulled out a polaroid. She wanted to snap pictures so that I wouldn't have to stand there naked the whole time. I stood exposed before her, my flaccid little guy hanging there, while she shot a few pictures of me. They developed well, but I couldn't stand the sight of my dorky self standing there. I was quite surprised by her next request. She told me that she needed to get a picture of me with my cock hard. I stood there awkwardly, then began to jerk off. I can never remember a stranger sensation than that. When I finally got hard, she snapped a few more shots. I clothed myself and went home. Later that night, she came over and showed me the paintings she'd made. Sure enough, my cock looked bigger - about 8 inches bigger. For some reason, I was really turned on by seeing a drawing of myself with a bigger cock. When I showed up the next day, much to my surprise, there was another model there - a female. She was gorgeous, with flowing brown hair, moderately large breasts, and perfect curves. On top of it all, she was naked, and didn't seem the least bit shy about it. When I came in, she had her legs spread wide to the camera, and Susan was taking her picture. I could see right into her cunt. Susan introduced her as Monica, and we shook hands. The Susan asked me how I would feel about doing scenes with Monica. I asked hopefully what she meant by scenes, and much to my pleasant surprise, she told me "sex scenes." Not for pornography's sake, she told me, but for art's. Not that it mattered to me. I looked at Monica, who appeared not to care one way or the other about it. Boy, would I have fun. I agreed to do it. The first scene she wanted was a pretty raunchy one: Monica kneeling in front of me, my cock in her mouth, with cum oozing out and dripping from her chin. I couldn't believe the dirt in Susan's mind, but I stood there as Monica knelt before me and began jerking me off. Susan, meanwhile, was preparing a videocamera so that she could freeze it at the right moment. I got hard real fast and Monica took me into her mouth. I could tell, though this was my first blowjob, that she'd done this many times before. She easily took my cock all the way in, tantilizing me with her tongue. As she blew me, she gripped my ass tightly and forced me to buck my hips in a thrusting motion. It didn't take long before I came in her mouth. She expertly swished it around, my dick still in there, and let it seep out and drip from her chin. "Perfect!" Susan shouted, and we took a break. When we got back to work about a half hour later, Susan told us she would let the video run, and we should do whatever we wanted. Monica and I began to kiss, and soon I was kissing down her neck, then sucking on her nice tits, making rings around her nipples. In a short time, I reached her pussy. I opened her up and began licking inside, remembering all the things Susan had once told me about the inside of a pussy. For the first time, Monica began to moan and writhe in pleasure. I licked down her leg, fingers massaging her clit, and licked the tips of her toes. As I did so, I felt her lips embrace my cock once again. Boy was I in ecstacy as those lips travelled up and down my shaft! Soon I positioned myself face to face with her, and shoved my little guy into her pussy. I fucked away at her beautiful body, again and again. As I slammed away at Monica's cunt, I peeked over at Susan, who sat behind the camera. I couldn't help but notice that she had a hand drooped casually between her legs, and she was moving it ever so slightly against her pants crotch. Realizing this, I was brought to a quick orgasm, and I pulled out, letting the cum fly all over Monica. Susan was visibly horny afterwards, but we all simply went home. What a first sexual experience that was! The next day, it was just me and Susan again. After shooting me in a few standard nudes, Susan invited me back to her room. Knowing Susan as well as I did, I didn't expect anything unusual, just some good conversation. But she had more in store. Susan's room was a cozy little dorm room that she occupied without a roommate. Much to my surprise, she'd tacked all of my nude pictures around her bed. I also noticed a dark, wet spot in the middle of her mattress. I remember what she said verbatim. "Ever since that time in high school, with what we shared, I think I've loved you. Last night, after seeing you with Monica, I came back here and had the most orgasmic experience of my life, by my own hand. Now I know I'm taking a risk, but will you make love to me?" Of course I would, I told her. I had loved her, only vaguely realizing it, since the same time. I fucked Susan so much that night, came so many times in her, on her, and with her, that the next day neither of us could get up. Cum, male and female, soaked everything. And a few weeks later, we married.

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