Posing Together

by Ironbuddah

Chapter 5: Candid Conversation

Peter showed up around noon, and Meagan let him in. "Mom stayed up all night cleaning the art studio. It doesn't look any different to me, but whatever. She said I'm supposed to get you lunch and that you're on the clock to get paid as soon as you show up. She shouldn't be asleep much longer, but we can wake her up if she isn't moving in about an hour. So what do you want to eat? We've got hot dogs, microwave burritos, nachos and cheese."

Peter made a humming noise, obviously not pleased with his choices. "Are the nachos baked, and is it real cheese or goop from a jar?"

"I don't know about the chips, but it's the stuff from a jar. I wouldn't call it goop though."

"Oh, that stuff is so bad for you!"

"Really" Meagan asked incredulously.

"Do you have any fruit?" Peter asked. "Whole wheat bread? Skim milk? Cereal not loaded with sugar? Eggs?"

It wasn't until Peter got to eggs that Meagan finally said maybe. When she bent over to check the contents of the refrigerator, Peter felt his heart start to race and his cock harden in his pants. He had seen her bare ass plenty of times, but even when fully clothed, it had the same effect on him when he stared at it. His dick was uncomfortable, but he was glad the table top concealed his state from Meagan when she turned around holding a carton of eggs. "So, can you microwave these?" The young teen asked.

Peter made another displeased face. "I guess you could, but why don't you just put them in a pot of water and turn the heat on. I'll watch the clock; I eat a lot of hard boiled eggs."

"Are you sure? Mom's going to be ticked at me if she thinks I made you cook for yourself."

"I'll make sure to tell her that you put the water in the pot and that you were the one who put the pot on the stove."

While Meagan made the preparations to boil water, she asked, "So, what's it like posing nude with a model half your age?"

"It's not like I'm thirty!" Peter protested.

"Fine, don't answer the question." Meagan huffed.

"OK, even though you aren't half my age, you're still a lot younger than me. But do you honestly have to wonder about how I like it given my physical reaction?"

"Eww, gross! Of course you like that part of it, you're a guy. But didn't it freak you out at first?"

"Actually, what freaked me out was thinking that your mom was going to kill me for what happened when you walked in on that one posing session of mine. Then what really freaked me out was hearing her tell me that she wanted us to pose together. I protested at first and told her that it was a crazy idea."

"That's my mom; full of crazy ideas."

"Totally! I thought it was some kind of trick at first until she showed me the first picture of you that she painted. That was when I knew Mrs. D was serious about us posing together and not trying to land you a college age boyfriend."

Meagan, who had been listening attentively up until this point with a pleasant smile on her face, was suddenly aghast. "Oh my god! She didn't!" Meagan pulled the neck of her shirt up to cover her face. She blindly groped for the doorway to the kitchen. "When my horrible mother wakes up, tell her than I'm in my bedroom dying of embarrassment!"

"Meagan, don't go. I know we've got all those no peeking rules, but it's impossible not to see things when we're posing. And since then I've seen many paintings of you that are more revealing than that first one. Besides, you should be proud of that painting; it's really beautiful." Even while saying this to Meagan, Peter was making a mental note to himself not to mention any of the pictures of her Mrs. D had been showing him while he was building up his willpower to be able to pose nude with her daughter. Given the girl's reaction to him having seen her first painting, he was sure Meagan would not appreciate hearing that he had seen nude photographs of her as well, especially the close-ups from the telephoto lens. Thinking about those glorious, graphic, obscene images of Meagan caused Peter's hard on to progress from uncomfortable to decidedly uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Mom's recent paintings make that first one seem positively tame by comparison. Still, I never expected her to show it to anyone but me. I was still so new to posing at the time. I would have probably never posed again if I had known you had seen it before school let out of session."

"But after a month and a half of posing together, it's not so bad?"

Sighing, Meagan admitted. "No, I guess it isn't a big deal. When we first started posing together, I thought it was just my mom acting crazy and trying to get me to do something freaky. It really calmed me down when you said I was a natural model." When Peter didn't immediately respond, Meagan continued. "I mean, it total freaked me out at first, and even though we had the no spying rules I peeked a few times just to make sure you weren't peeking on me. But you were so well behaved and professional, I just got used to being naked around you down in the studio."

Adding the mental images Peter had of peeking at Meagan to the list of things he shouldn't talk about, Peter nodded in agreement. "You do get used to being seen without your cloths on if you pose long enough."

Meagan waited as if expecting to hear more from Peter, but he was distracted by having his hard-on trapped in his shorts becoming actually painful during his conversation with Meagan. Meagan nearly floored him with her next question. "Peter, will you be my boyfriend?"

"What?" Peter stammered. "Where did that come from?"

Not getting the reaction she expected, Meagan back pedaled verbally. "Well, I like talking to you, and you don't seem to have a girlfriend, and we hang out together often enough, and naked at that. I can't see how you could find a college girl who would be OK with you posing with me, so it just seemed like a natural thing to ask about. Forget it. It's no big deal."

"Sorry, I should have been more careful when I responded. You're right, in a lot of ways it is natural, and you do come as close to a girlfriend as I want. However, I've done the whole girlfriend thing and I like being on my own better. It's not because anyone I would ask out would have a hard time understanding our posing situation either."

"I don't understand." Meagan asked puzzled.

"When I was a freshman, I found this Chinese exercise manual in the library. I was going to try it out as part of my workout routine. However, the whole book is really a how-to for male self pleasure in disguise. I had just broken up with my girlfriend a week before, so I tried some of the weirder stuff in the book. It was really good, so I kept trying more things. Between the exercises, meditation, and other techniques in the book, I was having more fun with myself than I ever had with a girlfriend before I even realized such a thing was possible."

Normally, such a frank discussion of male masturbation would have grossed Meagan out instantly. Peter's answer was so unexpected, that Meagan just listened curiously.

"I was hooked on the powerful orgasms by that point. By the end of the first semester, I could keep myself hard after cumming about one time in three. By the end of my freshman year, I almost always needed to jack off twice before I could get rid of my hard-ons."

"So how does this relate to me being as close to a girlfriend as you want to get?"

"Well, your mother wanted to make sure that I would want to pose with you without scaring you off, so I practiced meditating with the mental image of you in a robe so I could train my cock to get soft during our posing breaks."

"And the other side of the equation is you keeping your woody while Mom paints!" Meagan concluded. "Does she know you're using some sort of Chinese sex kung fu to do that?"

"No, she knows I practiced a lot, but she doesn't know about the particulars of the training I put myself through. Even though I was hesitant to agree to pose with you, the extra training I started doing paid off almost immediately. I went from staying hard for two orgasms to three with the extra meditation I was doing to three. As soon as you posed nude with me, I started cumming four times in a row before my cock got soft. It used to take forty-five minutes to an hour each day to jack off, but now it always takes more than two to get through all four orgasms. I don't know what it is about you, but just the idea of your body has an incredible effect on me. Actually getting to see it is even better."

"So you were peeking on me!" Meagan whined.

"It was just a little." Peter protested. "I couldn't have withstood more than seeing a little extra of you at first. Now I don't need to peek because the bolder poses we're in naturally lead to me seeing more. On top of that, you aren't nearly as careful about covering up as you used to be." Peter let out a loud groan as he said this. His erection had gone from painful to intensely painful as he described the effect posing with Meagan had on his masturbation session.

Meagan had been about to protest having been used as a jerk off icon without her knowledge before Peter groaned. Instead she asked, "Are you OK?"

"This conversation has got my cock so hard it hurts. Would you mind if I undid my shorts to give it some room while I eat those hard boiled eggs? They should be about ready by now."

"Um, I guess it's nothing I haven't seen before." Meagan said uncertainly. Peter pushed his chair back revealing the large, obscene bulge in his shorts. Meagan couldn't avert her eyes when the college student slid his shorts off his hips. His big cock was so erect that the head was poking out the leg of his boxers. This did cause Meagan to gasp and turn around. When she heard Peter sigh in relief, she turned to look once again. His long shaft protruded from the fly of his boxers and cleared the table top. His thick cock veins pulsed angrily. She had seen Peter's erection before, but she couldn't remember the skin of his cock ever looking so tight or shiny. "What should I call it?"

"How about, my big dick?" Peter suggested.

"OK" Taking a deep breath, Meagan asked, "Does your big dick feel better?"

"Quite a bit better, thank you. Could you get me the eggs and the spoon? I should probably stay away from a hot stove undressed like this."

Meagan paced up and down the hall nervously as Peter ate. She could still see the angry head of his cock every time she looked through the doorway to the kitchen, and she kept chewing on a strand of hair as she tried to digest everything Peter had told her. When Peter finished the last of his eggs, Meagan asked, "Should we do something about that, um, big dick of yours? It's almost one, and I wouldn't want my mom to get the wrong idea."

"Yeah, that's probably a wise thing to do. You better get your robe."

Meagan returned from the art studio wearing her robe over her jeans and t-shirt. Unlike their posing sessions, the sight of her in a robe didn't cause his cock to deflate. "I don't understand. Why isn't it working?" Meagan asked.

"Try opening the robe and closing it again." Peter's suggestion didn't help either. "I must need a bigger contrast between robed and disrobed. Try it again after stripping down to your bra and panties."

Looking at the clock, Meagan hurried to get out of her jeans. Peter groaned every time Meagan shed an article of clothing. His groans got louder as first Meagan tossed the robe onto the table, then she stepped out of her jeans, and loudest of all when she peeled off her t-shirt. "Hush! The idea is to get your big dick under control before Mom wakes up, not to wake her up by making all kinds of strange noises."

"I can't help it Meagan! Your body is so fucking fine!"

"This had better work." Meagan commented as she picked up the robe and slid it over her voluptuous figure. Peter relaxed a bit. He no longer looked like he was about to rip the arms off the chair he was sitting in, but his cock stubbornly remained stiff. "I'll try my bra next. And stay quiet!"

Meagan turned her back on Peter. He still groaned when she fished her bra out of her robe, but not nearly as loudly as before. "You're about to see my boobies. Try not to make too much noise this time." Meagan turned to face Peter, flashing her firm full tits in his face. Her nipples were hard with what she now knew to be sexual excitement, but she felt she was justified after hearing that Peter had been thinking about her when he jacked off for months now.

"Meagan, you've got the biggest, most beautiful tits I've ever laid eyes on and that includes magazine centerfolds and porn stars."

It wasn't exactly the kind of beauty compliment that she craved, but she had to admit it didn't feel bad to hear that coming from Peter. Nevertheless, she scolded Peter. "We don't have time for that. Are you ready for me to shut my robe?" Peter nodded, and Meagan covered up her full breasts. Peter's cock descended to half mast, but did not lose its hardness completely. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to stuff that into your shorts now."

"Meagan, your Mom isn't up yet. Would you mind opening up your robe and trying again? However, this time without your panties on?" Meagan stared, not sure if he was serious. "Please." The college stud added.

"Oh, all right." Meagan said pulling her robe apart yet again.

"I love staring at those big jugs of yours, Meagan." Peter informed her. "When her panties hit the floor, he added. "And I love staring at your juicy pussy even more!"

It was just then that Debbie walked into the kitchen. "What the hell is going on in here?"

Meagan jerked her robe closed with a start. Finally, Peter's cock softened, however it wasn't clear to Meagan if it was because she had finally gone from fully nude to robed, or if her mother's sudden appearance had something to do with it. "It's nothing really Mother."

"Oh really." Debbie said with an arched eyebrow.

"See, Peter got hard while I was fixing him lunch, so hard that it hurt to keep it in his pants. I figured you wouldn't mind since I had seen it before, so I told him he could set his big dick free. I got worried when it wouldn't get soft, so I tried putting my robe on. It kind of helped when I covered myself just wearing my panties, but it didn't work all the way until I covered my naked body. See he's soft now. I swear, I never got closer to him than five feet the whole time."

"Fuck Meagan! After all this time how can you say that is nothing?"

"You are not grounding me for this. I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Who said anything about grounding? This is the best news I could have possibly hoped to hear! This means I can start painting the two of you facing each other as long as you're at least five feet apart. I was wondering how to bring the subject up, but the two of you already had it covered."

"That's it? I'm not in trouble?"

"Young lady, I am losing patience with you! Of course that's not it. We're scheduled to paint today, and we're getting a late start because I slept in. On top of that, I get to paint my two nude models facing each other for the first time and I can't get them into the studio. Move, move, move!"

Meagan looked at Peter and shrugged, but headed down into the studio while she was still in her mother's good graces.