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.

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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.

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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.

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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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