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Introduction:

Tethys is a polyamorous artist who keeps a main man and an FWB along with a new girlfriend and a new couple. This arrangement is set to expand into a full erotic tribe if she's not careful. And maybe if she is careful.

Part 1 – Gesso

Chapter 5: All Together Now!

Carl leaves it for me to lock up when he leaves for work. The last thing I do before heading out the front door is to slip my yellow sun dress and my sandals back on. I take a detour on the way home and stop by the art gallery. The owner, Pam, a cheerful chubby Filipina greets me with a warm hug, and hands me a check. I’ve sold two small originals and several prints over the last week. It’s not earth-shattering, but it will help pay the rent. I look around, and see that several of my paintings are prominently displayed. They do look nice. For the most part, they are idyllic rural scenes, usually with a single, lonely looking human figure somewhere lost in the grass or brush, or on a dirt road. No nudes, all are dressed in rather classical Mediterranean style, like a shy Maxfield Parrish, but oilier. It’s a recognizable style, but to me now there seems to be a sameness in all of them.

There are other works on display, other artists. Some of the paintings are larger, some more expensive. I’ve been warned not to compare myself with others, but it’s hard not to do that here. They are all very good. Some are landscapes, some are city scenes, some are nudes. Some are boldly erotic. I like their boldness, their flaunting of the rules of decency, some even flaunting the rules of composition as I understand them.

As I stare at the boldest, most graphic painting of all, a wide-open hairy pussy in garish colors, with a hand hanging limp to the floor, barely grasping what appears to be a used dildo, a tinkle from the door tells me that someone else is entering the gallery. I hear voices, and turn to see a petite, almost waif-like, young red headed girl, standing at the counter talking to Pam. She pulls back an envelope, and I understand she’s another artist collecting a commission. I turn my attention back to the painting, and a minute later I notice her standing beside me.

“Do you like that one?” she asks, nodding at the brazen piece of erotica on the wall.

“I like it a lot. I was just wishing I had the nerve to paint something like that.”

“If it was a self-portrait I don’t think I could do it either. Good thing I had a friend to model for me.”

“Oh, that’s yours? It’s really nice, I love it.” I look at her more closely, and suddenly, maybe for the first time, I feel old. She must be younger than Sonia.

She sees the envelope in my own hand with a look of recognition. “Which ones are yours?” she asks.

I point mine out to her, and she smiles appreciatively. “I like the mood of those,” she says. “The landscapes look so cheerful, as if they’re protecting the sadness of the lady hiding in them.”

That had not been my idea when composing them, but I suddenly see they can be interpreted that way. Even more, I’m starting to feel differently about my past work, and more sure of the changes I want to make in my next piece.

We introduce ourselves, she calls herself Hera. We laugh at the shared Greekness of our origins. “What other paintings do you have here?’ I ask.

“No other paintings, I normally do ceramic sculpture. The painting was a big, ambitious experiment, but I’m more comfortable doing porcelain figurines.”

She points at a group of beautiful translucent nudes in one corner, all in poses of joy and movement, looking upwards as if invoking the Goddess. Most of them have their legs at least partly open, and as well as the scale will permit, their labia and vaginal openings are shaped in realistic detail. One of the nudes is a male, half-reclining, looking with an admiring expression at the women, his porcelain cock seeming to just be coming to life.

“This is wonderful! I exclaim. “You love erotica, don’t you?”

“Guilty,” she laughs. “I live for it!”

I dash up to the counter. It would be dangerous to stay longer. I grab one of my business cards from the stacks reserved for featured artists and hand it to Hera. “Call me. Soon. I mean it!” I leave quickly.

At home, I throw off my minimal clothing and rush to the computer. More clearly than ever, I know what I want to do. Gone is the last trace of the Little Mermaid. I will have a Goddess of the Sea, a bringer of love and beauty, but not innocence. She will gather men and women together in her nets, and pleasure herself by enticing them to pleasure one another.

I have no idea whether I can really bring it off.

Some of the detail studies can be used as is, some I have to toss out and start over. I lose no time doing so, however. I’m as inspired as I’ve ever been, and I work quickly. I think of the figure that I want. There’s no doubt this Goddess will be naked. Not just nude, but naked. She will be a temptress.

I browse the internet, searching for nude models that I can template. There are a few worth a second look, but not many. Either the poses, the bodies, the faces, the hair, something is always not quite right. Of course I can mix and match, and of course I will, but…

No, there’s only one body that can be the Goddess I need for this particular scene. She’ll have to be me. I open up the local folders, and pour through the various nude photos that Taylor and Carl and Henri, and more recently Sonia and Jo, have taken of me. I briefly pause on some of Sonia’s images. My god she’s beautiful! I’ll have to get her to model for me, if I can afford her.

But for this work, I need to be my own Goddess. It’s become important to me. I pick out some poses, realize I need some angles that don’t exist on my hard drive. I set up my camera and tripod, and quickly take a few dozen shots. A couple of them are usable. As I arrange them, I’m gad that my pussy is shaved. My Goddesses will always have shaved pussies. Maybe like a more risque’ Maxfield Parrish!

By early afternoon I have the composition blocked out. The natural landscape is still there, of course, that’s too much a part of me to abandon. This one has cliffs, gentle surf, a beach, and a rock on which the Goddess has made her throne. She’s much more prominent than the women in my previous paintings, and of course, much more naked and wanton. The basics of my 3D rendering come quickly, of course it will take more time to flesh it out completely. But I’m almost ready to start the actual painting.

No sooner does the thought form itself in my mind than I hear the doorbell. I must have been in a zone, I completely lost track of time. I run to the door, not knowing who to expect, but knowing that whoever it might be will enjoy my naked, horny body. And I am suddenly aware of just how horny I am. I fling the door open. It’s Taylor! Wonderful!

I fling my arms around his neck, fling my body up on to him, and kiss his mouth hard and long. “Come inside you motherfucker! Shut the door behind you. And get out of these damned clothes!”

Taylor obeys willingly and promptly. As soon as he flings his clothes into the living room I kneel down and take his aircraft carrier of a cock into my mouth. I want it, I want it hard, and I want it wet. “Remember, don’t cum yet,” I instruct him. Hold out a little longer. I want everybody here before the jizz starts to flow.”

Within a few minutes he has me on all fours facing the door, while he kneels behind me and shoves his cock in. There’s resistance, but only the kind that involves muscles tightening around his shaft and giving him just the right mix of friction and slipperiness. I almost miss the sound of the doorbell over my orgasm as the force of Taylor’s pounding explodes into my brain. I hear it on the second ring.

“Come in, the door’s open!” I pant as loudly as I can. I’m sure the sound of my orgasm was louder.

Jo and Joe come in, although there’s barely room for them to stand between the door and the two writhing bodies on the floor just beyond it. Seeing them triggers another intense orgasm, or maybe just a continuation of the first. Joe shuts the door with a smile, and moves forward to stand directly over me. He reaches his arm down to Taylor, who pauses his thrusting just enough to take his hand in greeting.

“You must be Taylor,” he grins. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you!”

“And I’m seeing some good things about you!” Jo chimes in.

I finally gasp deeply enough to be able to find a voice. “Well don’t just stand there! Get those fucking clothes off! Just toss them into the living room on the left.”

When they reappear, they are beautifully naked, and Joe is beautifully erect.

“I know what I want to do with that. Bring it over here!” I demand, and Joe obediently positions himself before my grimacing face. I can arch my back, push up on my fingertips, and crane my neck just enough to reach his cock as he pushes it downward to meet me. It’s not particularly comfortable, but I feel like the ultimate porn star, and my life’s energy is swelling and bursting inside me.

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable is we did this in the next room where we have more room?” Joanne breaks the spell, maybe feeling a little neglected but absolutely correct. Taylor pulls out of me, and we both stand. Now he can at least introduce himself to Jo, and she hugs him close, making sure his hard, wet sloppy cock is in full contact with her belly.

Now that we’re up, the next priority is drinks, and food as well. Taylor heads to the refrigerator and the rest of us make ourselves comfortable in the living room. A nice spread ends up on the coffee table, and the four of us sit on the floor, eating, drinking and chatting. The atmosphere is less intensely sexual, but just as pleasant.

We don’t get very far before the doorbell rings again, followed immediately by an insistent knocking.

“Doors open, come in!” I repeat as loud as I can. (Louder now than last time). As I expected, it’s Henri and Sonia.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,” begins Henri, but he’s quickly drowned out by Sonia’s squeal of “Oh, god, look at these lovely people!”

“Not another word from either one of you until you get out of your clothes. Only naked people are allowed to socialize here!” I order.

Jo laughs, “I’m beginning to understand how your mind works, Tethys. I love it!”

Neither Sonia nor Henri is wearing anything difficult to remove. As soon as she’s naked, Sonia approaches Taylor and stands in front of him, legs splayed out a bit more than shoulder length, the lipline of her cunt just above his eye level.

“Taylor, shame on Tethys for not introducing us earlier. Now I know why she was trying to keep you to herself! Now stand up here and introduce yourself properly!”

Taylor stands and offers her his hand in greeting.

“That’s not a proper introduction, where are your manners! Give Sonia a big hug and squeeze her black ass!” she scolds. “That’s better.” She steps back and gives him a standing once over. “My, my, that’s one fine hunk of man. Tethys told me about your special cock, and it is a beauty! I can’t wait to try it on for size!”

She turns to Joe and Jo. “Hey, you guys, I’m so glad we got you to visit us so soon. You’re a beautiful couple! Let me know if I’m coming on too strong, I kind of get ahead of myself sometimes. I don’t want to chase you guys off. Damn, Joe, you’re a nice one!”

Joe is standing at full attention, his cock had burst to life almost as soon as Sonia had entered the room.

“I think he likes you,” Joanne chuckles. “Don’t worry Sonia, we’re going to get along fine.”

“I’m more pleased to meet you than you’ll ever know,” Joe responds, spreading his arms and hoping for a hug. He gets a big, tight, naked one.

“Oh, I already know, Mr. Subtle,” she smiles. “Yep, your wife’s right. We’re gonna get along great!” She throws herself at Joanne and gives her a big, long hug.

Meanwhile, I’ve moved over to Henri. I stand on my tiptoes to kiss his lips, then settle back on my heels to place a kiss and a quick nibble on his right nipple. I wrap my left arm around the back of his ass, and reach across with my right hand to grab the base of his cock. My two lower fingers are flicking his freshly shaved scrotum, my thumb massages his pubes, and my index and middle fingers take on the bottom of the shaft. He responds just the way I like. I enjoy bouncing the whole thing up and down. With his enormous size, he doesn’t get quite as rock hard as Carl or Taylor, or now Joe, which means that when I give it an up-and-down whip, there’s a sinusoidal wave that travels the length and gives it a little snap at the tip. I love that.

Henri quickly greets Taylor with “hey, my man, good to see you!”, and I lead him over to Jo and Joe, still flipping his cock up and down. Henri handles it gracefully, and extends his hand first to Joe.

It’s great to meet you, Joe. I hope you feel as welcome here as we all do. Tethys is a wonderful hostess, as you can see.” I laugh along with Joe and Jo.

I let his cock go to give him clearance to hug Joanne. She’s been fixated with the view between his legs, and now as he speaks she’s forced to look up at his face. Her eyes are unfocused and dreamy.

“Joanne, it’s so nice to meet you. You have a mysterious beauty, exotic and erotic, and I’m completely entranced by you.”

Jo melts into his arms.

The atmosphere is getting distinctly steamy when the doorbell rings once more, almost softly. “Come on in, Carl!” I yell.

He comes in wearing only a pair of cargo shorts and flip flops. I don’t have to tell him to undress. They’re flung off almost before the door shuts behind him. Sonia is sitting on the couch with Taylor, one arm around his shoulders and one slowly exploring the unusual structure of his penis. I have to suppress a laugh at her dilemma. At the sight of Carl she almost drops Taylor’s cock, and her mouth falls open. She recovers in a couple of seconds, gives Taylor a few re-assuring tugs, and stands up to be the first to greet Carl.

I see Carl is equally speechless, but of course that’s less of a leap for him. I quickly take up Sonia’s position beside Taylor to keep his cock busy, and he rewards me with some very sweet kisses and caresses of his own. Jo now has both her hands busy, one on Henri’s huge meat and one on her husband, Sonia is squeezing Carl’s ass with one hand and switching between exploring his arms, his chest, and his foreskin with the other.

We’re all here, and I call the meeting to order. “Hey, guys… and gals! Listen up! Looks like everybody’s getting along, and that’s good. We’re all nice, clean, sexy people here, so no reason for anybody to be bashful. You can pair up, group up, switcheroo, whatever you want. There’s more food and drink in the kitchen. We can all play here, or in the bedroom, or the kitchen, or the studio, or anywhere we want. I just have one rule, just for today, and I’m serious about it.”

“What’s that?” asks Sonia, with a tip of her head and a wiggle of her naked perfect hips.

“It’s for the men. Guys, I’ve been telling you not to cum the last couple of days. Did you obey?”

“Yes, mother,” laughs Henri. Surprisingly, they all claim to have been good.

“Good. I’m proud of all of you. We’ll fix that shortly, but not yet. No ejaculation until I give the word. Keep your semen in your prostate, or wherever you store it.”

“I keep mine in a gallon jug beside the bed,” snides Taylor.

“What, your prostate?” Joe quips.

“Nice,” I respond. “I don’t care if you’re fucking, sucking, hand jobbing, being fucked, being sucked, being hand jobbed or anything else. If you feel like you’re getting ready to cum, cum see me. It’s important. This is for art! Jo, Sonia, do you girls think you can help me enforce this?”

The women nod, but look puzzled. “It’s only the first time,” I add. Once the men have had that first ejaculation, I’m sure they’ll be capable of a couple more loads each. They’re free to use those as the situation warrants.”

“For art,” says Jo. “For art!” squeals Sonia. I stand and join them. “For art!” I yell, and we do a three-way high five. The men look at each other and shrug.

The party gets off to a good start. It’s my first group sex encounter, and I’ve been worried about what will happen. Taylor and Carl are new at this too. Jo and Joe, and Henri and Sonia are old hands, though, and they are capable hands indeed. No one is neglected, even though there are four men and three women. I get a good ten-minute fucking from Henri, on my knees on the living room floor, while getting my first chance to fully suck Joe’s cock. It’s the smallest of the four, although by no means lacking, but I’m surprised by its sweet taste. There must be something in their diet. I’m doubly convinced after having a go at Joanne’s pussy. Hers is only the second pussy I’ve ever tasted after Sonia’s, and the taste is deliciously different. Not that Sonia’s isn’t delightful itself, but they are noticeably different undertones amid the sticky, musky flavor and aroma bouquet. I could get used to making women a more regular part of my experience, I think. I’ve never before thought of myself as bisexual, but this is sure coming easy. I’m a lucky girl.

I look about and watch Sonia straddling Carl, and giving him a wild ride. His face is hilariously ecstatic. Taylor has his wide cock positioned halfway down Jo’s throat as I eat her, and Joe is fucking me from behind. Henri is sitting back for the moment, relaxing, stroking his massive cock slowly while I enjoy the view. “You’re next,” I think to myself as Joanne starts to shake and shriek.

Our group has a fair bit of collective endurance. It’s about a half hour before Carl is the first to beg for mercy.

“I’m going to cum!” his voice tremors as he suddenly pulls out of Jo’s pussy, which he has been entertaining for the last several minutes.

“Get over here, you horny motherfucker!” I say encouragingly. Then I bring out my secret weapon – a small mason jar that’s been sitting unobtrusively on a side table.

“Cum in my mouth, boy!” I order as I slide my lips over his slippery, slimy member. I can taste both Jo and Sonia on him, as well as his own sweet precum. I work my tongue under his foreskin, wiggling it back and forth over the top of his covered glans, a move that I know is irresistible for him. Immediately he spews a huge spurt of semen under my tongue. Most of it flows into the main pocket of my mouth, but a little bit seeps out over my upper lip. I need to catch that. I roll it around my mouth, mixing it with as much saliva as I can produce. When I feel like I need to swallow, I pick up the jar and spit into it, the whole volume of mixed saliva and semen. I love the way it looks in there, lustrous, creamy, with opalescent translucent streaks.

“That was great! Did everybody see that? That’s what I want. Into my mouth, and then I’ll put it in the jar.”

“Hey, we can put it in the jar too!” Sonia protests. Jo nods in agreement. “Let somebody cum in our mouth’s too!”

“Ok, you have to promise not to swallow,” I insist.

“Yes, mother,” they speak in unison, and the men laugh as well.

It was a good idea. The other girls go to work with gusto on the remaining men. Sonia gets a huge load from Taylor, Jo’s mouth is filled with cum from Henri, and Joe blesses me with a mouthful that’s so sweet I really want to swallow it. “What does he eat?” I ask myself again.

Each of the ladies does what I did, mixing the semen with their own spit and dumping it into the jar. There’s now a significant pool of gleaming liquid visible behind the glass. I get up and put a lid on the jar, then move it to the refrigerator.

“That’s it, everybody has done their duty. Now we can play!”

“Tough duty,” deadpans Joe, to the laughter and agreement of us all.

“What are you going to do with that?” asks Henri. “Put it in a cake recipe?”

“Close,” I answer. “I’m making gesso.”

There’s a murmur of understanding from most, but Carl looks lost. “It’s something you use to coat a canvas before you paint it,” I explain.

“It’s like primer,” Taylor adds. Carl suddenly understands.

“Does that really work?” asks Joe.



“I don’t know,” I grin. “I’ve never tried it before. It should, though. I’ll be mixing other ingredients in there, too. I just wanted to try an organic formula this time.”

“That is so cool!” Sonia says admiringly.

The sexual tension seems to be temporarily dissipated. We relax in the living room, making occasional trips to the kitchen for snacks.

“Oh, by the way,” Taylor addresses Carl. “I finished your workout app. We can demo it when you’re ready.”

“You brought it with you? Let’s do it now!”

Carl’s enthusiasm is contagious. The whole orgy crowd gathers around my laptop as Taylor fishes a USB stick from his discarded pants and inserts it into the slot. He opens it up, and starts running it through its paces. It opens a browser window showing a database that stores what seems to be hundreds of different exercises and variations, allowing Carl to track his lifts, chart his progress, set goals, design workout programs, and even set up tracking programs for those he might be coaching. I know Taylor did that part for me.

“It’s got a web server installed to let you use it remotely,” Taylor explains. If you can set it up with your web host or on a Cloud server, you could use it on your phone if you’re at an outside gym, or even if you’re just doing bodyweight exercises at a park.”

“This is fucking fabulous!” Carl enthuses. “You could make a lot of money selling this.”

Joe and Henri both nod their heads in agreement. “This is as good as anything we use in real estate, and that’s an expensive standardized system,” Joe offers.

Henri continues, “Taylor, my man, I’d pay you for something similar for my recipes and catering. I’m just using a spreadsheet right now, and it’s getting kind of unwieldy.”

Taylor blushes, something he hasn’t done today even when surrounded by beautiful women.

I’ve been leaning over Carl’s shoulder, my hands tapping over his chest muscles, and Henri’s been leaning behind me. I feel his cock slowly pressing into my ass cheek, and it’s coming back to life. Sonia is standing behind Taylor, her hands reaching in front to massage his cock as he tries to explain the system. It’s recuperating well.

I reach behind me and wrap my fingers around Henri’s big warm cock. “I’m ready for another go-round, Big Boy,” I croon. He’s ready too. Almost before I know it I’m on my back, my legs reaching for the ceiling, ankles pushing on Henri’s shoulders while he plunges deep inside me. My orgasm comes swift and loud.

The others take my lead, Sonia pulls Taylor down to her, and Jo sits down on Carl before he has a chance to get up out of the chair. That’s when I see something extraordinary. Joe swivels the chair to the side, Joanne leans forward, and Joe, with almost no hesitation, slides his cock easily into her ass. I’ve seen a double penetration in porn videos before, but never up close and personal. The sight sends me to another glorious orgasm, and Jo seems to be feeling the same. She cums loud and breathlessly, several quick times in succession.

Sonia looks over and moans. “Fuck! I want some of that. Save me some, Joe, I want you to fuck my ass while Taylor fucks my cunt!”

As if on a signal, those words from the voice of his beloved trigger Henri, and he sends several hot pulses of cum deep into my cunt. He’s wheezing and gasping, and sweating profusely. It’s wonderful. Carl cums into Jo, and she leaks the cum right back onto him, slathering his cock, his balls, and his crotch as she shakily climbs off. She takes Joe into her mouth and licks him, if not clean, at least very sloppily. “Now go fuck Sonia,” she instructs him. “She needs it!”

I’ve read so many times about the need for lube when having anal sex, and I’m sure that if I were ever to try it, I’d need a generous amount from a tube. But Jo took it with no outside help, and Sonia’s inviting it the same way. She lays down on Taylor, exposing her black hole between her brown cheeks. Joe pushes in easily. Sonia cums quickly. “Keep going!” she gasps. “Cum in my ass!”

It takes a few minutes, but Taylor and Joe synchronize their thrusts, and Sonia looks more desperately helpless than I’ve ever seen her. Henri and I watch, fascinated, while I make occasional forays to lick and suck his glistening cock, I keep my eye on the threesome nearby. Jo stations herself beside her husband, resting her head on Sonia’s butt cheek, watching closely his cock thrusting into her asshole. She reaches behind him, occasionally squeezing his butt or the back of his scrotum. A couple of times she pulls his cock all the way out, slobbers loudly on it, and inserts it back into Sonia. It’s incredibly erotic to watch. Henri is rock hard again, and my lips are squeezing it more firmly than I know.

Better than any commercial porn, Taylor and Joe actually do cum simultaneously into Sonia’s pussy and ass. I feel like I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Sonia sounds like she’s in heaven. As Joe pulls out, Jo leans down and takes him into her mouth, licking and sucking his cock shiny clean. Sonia remains on top of Taylor, and he somehow stays inside her. Joanne continues her oral adventure, leaning down and sucking up the leaking cum from Sonia’s ass and her pussy, licking and vacuuming her lips around Taylor’s crotch and his balls in the process. When Sonia finally rolls off, Jo moves in between her legs, giving her a clit-lashing with her tongue, some of the hungriest and most aggressive oral sex on and from a woman I’ve ever seen. Sonia is soon thrashing and moaning once more.

I make myself comfortable on the couch, Henri on one side and Carl on the other. Taylor comes and sits down on the floor between my legs, relaxing and leaning back. Joe reclines nearby. We are all satisfied for now. I grasp Carl’s and Henri’s cocks with each hand, they are both mostly hard, but not urgently so. We casually watch the erotic interplay between Jo and Sonia, entertaining and inspiring. My mood is reflective now, as the afterglow lingers in my chest, warming me gently all over. It’s an odd little tribe gathered in my home tonight. We are not in the mainstream, none of us. Most people would be scandalized, disgusted, ashamed, frightened, or simply repulsed by the idea of, much less the experience of, what we have done today. I think of Taylor’s sisters, sweet and caring, and know that this is something we can never share with them.

I can’t blame them, it’s not their fault. None of us was born into this little subculture, except perhaps Jo and Joe, and none of us could have predicted that we’d end up here until we did. For myself, Taylor, and Carl, we simply do not function well in the larger society, we have never fit in, and until I discovered the power and even ferocity of my own sexual nature, I wouldn’t have recognized these men as fellow travelers. Sonia and Henri are exceptional, they seem to pass back and forth easily between the different worlds. I envy their confidence, their gracious acceptance and mastery of whatever social circumstance they find themselves in, and I’m grateful that they enjoy spending time in mine.

In the case of Joe and Jo, it goes back another generation, it was apparently their parents who had to find the courage to accept their incompatibility with the mores of the time, and to raise their children with an awareness and appreciation of the more adventurous lifestyle. I can learn so much from all of these people. I am a lucky girl.

The party continues for another couple of hours, until the food is gone, the women are satisfied, and the men are completely spent. The last holdout is, surprisingly but maybe predictably, Joe, who displays an endurance and recovery capacity that places him on an unexpected pedestal in the eyes of the rest of us. I’m happy to have gotten to know this couple, and I hope for a close and long-lasting friendship.

At last the evening trickles to a close. Henri and Sonia say their good nights, and Jo and Joe follow soon after, with hopes for another Hippie Hollow get-together this coming Saturday. I expect a good one. Carl takes his new app, and seems eager to load it on his computer and start using it. He looks a little overwhelmed by the experience he’s had. I assure him he’ll get used to it as I walk him to the door and open it wide. I stay out of sight, in case anyone happens to be nearby.

Taylor remains. “Would you spend the night here with me?” I ask. “I can set the alarm and make sure you get to work on time.”

“I’ll just call in late, it won’t be a big deal,” he affirms. “I’m in the mood for pizza.”

We debate going out somewhere, but neither one of us wants to put clothes on, so we decide to just call for a delivery. This will be a new adventure for me. I’ve never greeted a pizza delivery guy in the nude before. I want to do it, but I don’t want to traumatize him.

“He’ll be thankful,” Taylor assures me.

A half an hour later the doorbell rings, I open it in all my glory. Suddenly the trope catches up with me. Standing in front of the door, wide-eyed and open mouthed, is not an awkward young man, but a petite and pretty young girl. The look in my eyes is probably as shocked as hers.

She stares at my body for a few long seconds, taking in the details, then looks nervously at the sales order. “Tethys?” she quavers.

“Yes,” I reply, and she immediately relaxes.

“Oh, thank God. I thought I must have come to the wrong place.”

“If you have pizza, this is the right place. Come in.”

Her hesitation disappears immediately, and a sly grin lights up her face as she steps into the entryway. She is quite a tiny beauty. “Large Meat Lovers with mushrooms and bell peppers?” she cheerfully reads off the order.

“You got it. Taylor, would you get the money and pay the lady here?”

Taylor had been stationed out of sight so as not to cause any unnecessary embarrassment to our expected young man. But I definitely want him to be part of this experience! In the meantime, the girl looks at me again and whispers “This is so freakin’ cool! I wish I was brave enough to do that.”

I give her a big smile, and then Taylor walks up, his big and unique cock just a little bit engorged, swinging gracefully from side to side. The girl’s eyes nearly pop out, and she almost drops the pizza box.

“Here, let me take that,” I offer helpfully. Taylor hands her the cash, and she shakes as she reaches for her money pack to make change. “The rest is the tip. Go ahead and keep it.”

She takes several deep breaths, and finally gasps “thank you!,” never taking her eyes off Taylor’s handsome cock. Finally she looks back at me, her eyes moist. “Fuck, I wish I had a boyfriend like that.” She seems almost dazed.

“What’s your name?” I ask her.

“Megan.”

“Megan, next time we order pizza we’ll ask for you.”

Megan almost chokes. “Thank you. Please. Yes!”

“I hope she takes some time to compose herself before she gets back on the road again,” Taylor laughs.

My mind is turning. “I think I’m going to be ordering a lot of pizza in the near future. I wonder if she’s compatible with our little group of friends.”

“I love your perverted mind,” Taylor grabs me, and then grabs the pizza. “Let’s eat, drink, shower, and fuck.”

Taylor’s not really a superman. I’m not as robust as I considered myself either. We eat, drink, and shower, go to bed, and spend a little time chatting and cuddling. We review the day, compare thoughts, and find we both felt it went far deeper than a mere casual get together among horny friends. “I think it puts us in a different place in our relationship,” he yawns. “A good place.”

We wrap our arms around each other and begin a deep, passionate kiss. Suddenly we’re asleep.

I wake up in the wee hours to find Taylor inside me after all. It’s a slow, gentle, relaxed fuck, with me on my back and he laying softly on top of me. The moment he sees I’m awake he begins covering my face with kisses. I want to say something, but a sleepy orgasm catches me by surprise, and all I can do is gasp and moan. I immediately fall asleep again, and I don’t feel Taylor eventually cum inside me. Once the morning alarm goes off, I can tell by the sheets that he has. Even though I didn’t experience it, I feel good knowing it happened.

With Taylor on his way to work, I nap for another half hour, and then I can start my day. I breakfast on leftover pizza, knowing I shouldn’t, but I like it.

I set up my canvas, stretched and raw. I pull the jar of cum and spit out of the refrigerator. It’s more clear and less thick than it was when fresh, but hopefully it will do. It’s an experiment. I add some keratin protein, some collagen, and a little white organic glue. I toss in two egg whites for good measure. I heat it on the stove to a low boil, adding water as necessary, until a strange odor permeates the apartment. I let it cool down, checking the thickness as I go. I want it to be thinner than gelatin, but thicker than paint.

I apply it to the canvas with a stiff brush. It leaves a translucent sheen, I only hope it doesn’t crack as it dries. It will have plenty of time to dry, I figure I’ll actually start painting on Sunday. In the meantime, I still have some composition work to do on the computer. Right now, it looks really nice, better than the commercial gessos that bore me.

I’ve been at the computer for a couple of hours, liking the direction things are going. The ringtone from my phone makes me jump a little. I look at the number, and don’t recognize it. There’s so much spam, there’s no point in answering a strange call. A couple of minutes later the phone pings with a text message. It’s from the same number.

“Hi, it’s Hera. Thought we could chat?”

Holy fuck, I’d forgotten. I immediately hit the return option.

“Tethys?”

“Hera, I’m so glad you called! I was hoping you would.”

She sounds a little shy and tentative on the phone at first, but soon warms up, and we find ourselves laughing as we talking about mundane subjects. I want to broach the subject of her erotica, but a first phone call doesn’t seem the place for it. We make plans for lunch tomorrow, and I’m nervously eager by the time we hang up.

The rest of the day flies by. I’m becoming familiar with my sea goddess, and I like her. I’m thinking of stories she could tell, and some of those stories are going to be hinted at in the painting. The 3-D rendering is beginning to take shape.

In the evening, I put the mouse and pencils down. It’s workout time. I dress in something easy to remove, and leave for Carl’s house. I pull up and enter the house to the clang of steel plates on a rack. I undress and head to the back. His naked magnificence is right where I expect it to be.

“Carl,” I intone. “Nobody’s cum is inside me today. I feel empty. I need a big shot of yours.”

Carl grins, one of the biggest smiles I’ve seen from him. We have a good workout, a couple of good fucks, a good dinner, a good shower, another good fuck, and the we cuddle in the bed before drifting off.

“That was a fantastic experience yesterday,” Carl enthuses. “I sure love your sexy girlfriends.”

“They sure love you, Carl. You’re going to be a socially successful man about town before you know it.” I think about Hera and Megan. Yes, there may be real potential there. And if not them, then others to come. “The adventures are just beginning, dude. You’re going to have more beautiful women than you can handle, and then you’ll come crawling back to me just to protect you from them!”

“I’ll be crawling to you anytime you want me too, Tethys. I love being part of your harem.”

Soon, I’m drifting peacefully off to sleep with the happy realization that I’m a lucky girl.

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