The Fresher, The Artist, and His Wife (Closed)

[AndreaSubbie]

"Another? Oh, I think so!" Andrea replied.

"Actually, although holding position isn't that easy and takes effort, I'm loving the attention, ha ha," and she looked to Mrs Howells for some support and understanding.

"I've never had anyone give so much of their concentration before, and it's quite flattering for a girl."

Andrea admired the Professor's latest sketch.

"It's amazing how you do it, capture so much meaning in just a few strokes. It's like it's more than a picture, it's a statement. And you make me look very beautuful. I'm sure I'm not actually that pretty in real life. But hey, it's not a camera, so you say what you want to in a drawing!" and her eyes sparkled with happiness.

Putting the picture down, Andrea resumed the earlier pose, trying for the dimpled look she thought Prof H wanted.

"How's this, Professor?"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Almost perfect,” Howells declared, “just a little adjustment of the nipple . . .”

With that, he pinched Andrea’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently tugged.

“. . .I need it to be a tad more prominent.”

Mrs. Howells laughed as her husband sat down and took up pad and pencil.

Another sketch finished, displayed, and admired, and Georgia spoke up.

“Here, dear, do this one.”

Mrs. Howells shifted close to Andrea, wrapped her arm around the girl’s shoulder, and pressed her breast against hers.

“You can call it Ladies’ Tit-à-Tit.”

Mr. Howells laughed at the play on words, and agreed that it would be a fun subject.

“Allow me,” he said politely as he stepped forward to adjust the pose.

It took a bit of manipulation, but with one hand cupping Georgia’s breast and the other holding Andrea’s, Edwin finally got the breasts arranged the way he wanted them. And, when he was finished, he presented the drawing to the women for their assessment.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea was delighted. It was an incredible evening, full of fun and companionship and purpose.

She enjoyed the feel of both the Professor's and Mrs Howells hands on her body, on her breasts, and going nipple to nipple with the older woman.

It was such inncocent fun.

It was true that she adored the attention, but also the affirmation. The two of them were really good for Andrea's self confidence and feelings of self-worth.

And of course she had a few sketches the Prof had given her that she could put on her wall. There was something very grown up about having an Artists original work on display. It all made Andrea feel a million dollars, as the saying goes.

When they'd finished the sketching and were enjoying a little drink before bed, it was natural for Andrea to remain undressed, and the sensations were most pleasing. She suspected she was well on the way to becoming a nudist.

And tomorrow was a whole new day.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Well, that’s enough work for tonight,” Howells announced. “Time to relax.”

He put his pencils and pad aside and looked at the two naked women on the sofa.

“Looks like I’m overdressed again,” he declared with a laugh, and proceeded to doff his clothes.

“Shift over a bit, Andrea, let me join you ladies on the sofa.”

The professor sat next to Andrea, on the opposite side from his wife. The smile on his face clearly showed that he enjoyed the press of the young woman’s flesh against his.

“We sure were lucky to get Andrea for the room,” he said to Georgia.

“Yes, dear,” she replied, “she’s really comfortable with us.”

Mrs. Howells smiled at Andrea. “We really are happy to have you with us, Andrea.” As she spoke, she placed her open hand on Andrea’s thigh.

“I hope you’re as happy with us,” Mr. Howells said to Andrea.

He put his arm around her bare shoulders and hugged her close to him. A warm, friendly kiss on the top of her head and said seriously, “we are very lucky and very happy to have you here.”

Howells eased his hug and looked into her eyes and then up and down her body.

“And I’ve been blessed with a new model . . .”

He brushed her cheek with his fingers.

“ . . . with such an expressive face . . .”

He ran his hand lightly over her breast and on down to her thigh.

“. . . and such a beautiful body.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The caress made Andrea giggle, and look over to Mrs Howells who seemed quite easy with what was going on.

"So you want me to actually be your model, still?" she asked the Prof.

It was a nice idea, now that she was getting used to it. Andrea had made the mental jump to accepting that she might indeed model nude for an Artist, having her face and body and expressions captured in drawings and paintings.

She might even become famous as the girl in Professor Howells pictures.

And then there were the physical sensations.

The hands, and even boobs of her mentors on her naked body.

Was she ready for that yet? To have her sexuality aroused by the touch of others? To experience them playing her body and evoking reactions? To repaying the compliment by serving their sexual needs?

It seemed that Prof and Mrs Howells enjoyed her nakedness, which pleased Andrea. Was she ready to get physically sexual with them? She wasn't sure, but she didn't object to the Prof's hand running over her breast and side and leg. Nor did she stop him.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Yes, very beautiful, “ Mrs. Howells concurred as she cupped her hand beneath Andrea’s right breast and gently squeezed it. “Very beautiful indeed.”

Mr. Howells hand stopped resting on her thigh and began lightly stroking it. On top at first, but slipping down to the more sensitive inner surface. The he and Georgia looked at each other and took their hands from Andrea to hold each other as they leaned in front of Andrea for a kiss. A passionate kiss, long and hot, tongues dancing together in one mouth and then the other, and in the open space between their lips as well.

Georgia broke the kiss first.

“It would be nice, Edwin,” she said, “but I don’t think we should be pushing our new house mate so soon. We should give her a chance to decide what she wants to do. We don’t want her to do something just because she feels she ought to.”

Georgia was very good at understanding people’s feelings, and very sensitive to respecting them.

“I think we should go to our rooms and think or do whatever we want, and see how we feel tomorrow.”

“You’re probably right, Georgia,” Edwin said, “and I do have a bit busy of a schedule tomorrow. Becah is coming to sit so I can finish that nude. Probably be three or four hours.”

They both sat back, and Mrs. Howells looked into Andrea’s eyes.

“I really do think you should reflect on things, Andrea,” she said earnestly, and then kissed the girl lightly on the lips.

“Georgia’s right, Andrea,” added Edwin, “we really like you, but we want you to decide on things for yourself. And, no matter what, we want you to stay here, and I definitely want you for a model.” Then he kissed her lightly on the lips.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The kisses were so lovely. Warm respectful, possibly affectionate. Not at all pushy. They made Andrea feel fuzzy inside in the nicest way.

"You guys really are the best," she smiled back at them.

"D'you know, I love how direct and free and challenging and gentle and kind you both are. I can't believe how much I've already learned from you, and do so hope to keep learning.

I understand you don't want to push me into anything, that I must make my own decisions, but taking a leaf from your book, I'd like you both to be free to ask me anything, to do anything, and either I will or I won't. Some things I just might not have thought of yet, others I might not be ready for. But I do enjoy how you challenge me. As long as none of us take offence, and trust each other, I don't think any harm can come from it?"

And taking the nearest hand of each of them she placed then on her tits.

"I do love the feel of your hands on my body."

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“And we love the feel of your body under our hands, don’t we Edwin?”

She gently squeezed Andrea’s tit.

“Of course, Georgia,” Edwin replied as he started light massaging the tit in his hand.

“And I love yours, too, dear,” he added as he reached from Andrea to give his wife’s tit a playful pinch and then cradled Andrea’s again.

“Well, dear,” Georgia responded, “you don’t have much in the way of tits, but I do love the feel of this soft part of yours.”

With that, she let go of Andrea’s tit and wrapped her fingers around Edwin’s flaccid organ.

“And I especially like it when it’s hard.”

Mr. Howells sighed as his wife squeezed his cock and stroked up and down its shaft.

The two of them laughed, and they both felt immensely pleased that they had been sent a boarder who was so comfortable and easy-going with them, Andrea was sure to be good company for the school year.

“But I do think we should be getting to bed; tomorrow’s going to be a busy day. Edwin is going to finish Becah’s painting, and I’m going shopping. I could use a few new outfits for the Fall. Would you like to come with me, Andrea?”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"I'd love to, Mrs Howells!"

Andrea delight was plain to see, and kissing each of her mentors on the cheek she stood, wished them goodnight, and proceeded naked from the room and up the stairs.

Tomorrow might be a big day for them, but she had tomorrow free apart from a nice day out shopping with Mrs Howells.

Once in her bedroom Andrea closed the door and pulling on a clean pair of briefs went to brush her hair, then her teeth, then climbed into bed, turning out the light.

Since her room was so high up she didn't feel the need to close the curtains and watched the natural light from outside dance across the walls and ceiling.

She had landed the perfect Boarding room with the perfect couple. She really was a lucky girl.

Waking early and feeling happily refreshed, Andrea showered and dressed in a light blue t shirt and clean jeans and trotted down to the kitchen. She wanted Mrs Howells advice.

Bra or no bra?

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Andrea really is a wonderful girl to have around, isn’t she?” declared Edwin as he joined his wife in bed.

“Yes, she blossomed so much in just two days. It’s as if she was waiting her whole life to be freed.”

She spread her legs as her husband’s hand slipped between her thighs and on up to her pussy.

“Mmmmm,” she said as he began massaging her mound. “Do you think she’d be a good model for your Wednesday night studio class?”

“Not right away. She needs some regular experience before doing erotic poses.”

Edwin knelt next to Georgia and bent to kiss and tongue her nipples.

“Well, some pin-up work at least; she’s such a natural for the girl-next-door look.”

And that was the last word as Edwin’s lips and tongue found Georgia’s clitoris.

Everyone slept in a bit next morning. At breakfast Andrea asked for Georgia’s advice.

“I think you look lovely without a bra, Andrea. You have such naturally perky boobs.”

She reached over and gave one a little squeeze.

“But it does depend on what kind of clothes you’re looking for. I usually wear one shopping and take it off if I’m trying something that would look better braless.”

Just then the doorbell rang, and Mr. Howells let Becah in.

She was as pretty as her picture, pale and blonde and slightly chubby. No art historian would have been surprised that she wanted a Fragonard style portrait of herself. Roccoco and romantic, for sure. Just like King Louis’s mistress. She stood on her tip toes to plant her pink lips right on Edwin’s for a long kiss. Then over to Mrs. Howells, and another warm kiss on the lips. She smiled at Andrea as they were introduced, and gave her a kiss on each cheek.

“Nice meeting you,” she said as she left with Edwin for the studio.

“Well, Andrea,” said Georgia as she got up, “let’s clean up and then head out for some shopping.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The tidying up didn't take long, and encouraged by Mrs Howells response to her question, Andrea decided not to wear a bra for their shopping trip.

It had been nice to meet Becah, even if only briefly. She was only the second Model that Andrea had knowingly met, and she too seemed very open and relaxed and friendly. It was nice.

Andrea would spend some time later, she decided, trying to piece together some of the similarities between Mrs Howells and Becah, to get a kind of handle on how an Artist Model might behave.

On the other hand, it was probably best if Andrea was just herself, maybe practicing the techniques of holding a pose without looking stiff and stilted.

These and other related thoughts ran through her mind while simultaneously chatting with Mrs Howells on their way to the shops. She had no idea what kind of Fall outfits Mrs Howells wanted, but it would be fun, and they might even get coffee out, possibly lunch too?

Andrea had counted out what she could spare from this week's living allowance and it felt quite grown up having a little cash in her purse. She was determined to have a lovely day.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Once in the studio, Becah wrapped her arms around Edwin’s neck, stood on the tips of her toes, and gave him a long, warm kiss on the lips.

“I know you do your best work when you’re aroused, Edwin,” she said as she stood back down. “So, can I arouse you?”

“Becah,” the artist replied, “you arouse me just by being here.”

He stared amorously at her as she slipped out of her clothes.

She stepped back up to him and patted his crotch with the palm of her hand.

“Yes, I can see - no, I can feel - you’re getting there.”

She smiled at him and began fondling her own breasts.

“Look, but no touching until you’re finished painting for the day.”

Edwin laughed. “Take your pose while I get the paints out.”

Becah lay down on the floor next to the period dress that was carefully arranged to look as if it had been wantonly removed and cast to the side.

“Lift your left knee a little higher, Becah . . . Stop! Good, that’s perfect.”

Edwin turned his attention to the Rococo painting on the easel. A Romance in the best tradition of Fragonard. All that was in the studio was the girl and the dress, but on the canvas they were sprawled on a bed of wild flowers by a meandering stream in a pastoral field. And Becah pale flesh and rosy hues shone grom the green of the grass and the rainbow of flowers.

His eyes darted back and forth between his model and the canvas, and his model did her best to keep him aroused as he worked, her eyes catching his whenever they could to remind him of the reward for his enthusiastic efforts.

“Finished!” he announced with a flourish of his brush. “Come see it, Becah.”

“Not yet, Edwin,” she said coyly, “I didn’t pose like this just for the painting. You ocme here and show me what comes next.”

Edwin smiled and stripped off hi clothes.

“Yes, Becah,” he said as he lay between her open legs and leaned in for a kiss, long and deep.

His hand found her soft, round, full breast and caressed it, and her hands foundhis back, stroking up and down over his skin.

She wrapped her legs around him as well, and whispered in his ear.

“I see - no, I mean I feel - you’re even more aroused than when you were painting.”

“Yes, you’re right,” he responded, then sighed as she drove her heels into the small of his back, sending his erect organ deep inside her.”

Afterwards Becah dressed and took a look at her portrait.

“It’s perfect, Edwin,” she cried. “I can’t wait until it’s dry and I can hang it.”

They went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Georgia and Andrea hadn’t returned yet.

“Andrea’s very pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way. Are you going to paint her? I think she’d be a good subject.”

“I plan on, Becah. She’s a fresher, you know. Hasn’t even started classes yet. Maybe you could orient her to the best student spots. I couldn’t think of a girl around here who knew the campus the way you do.”

“Sure, Professor. That sounds like a fun task.”

After his model left, Howells cleaned up the studio and started preparations for tonight’s dinner.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

They had a fun day out, taking far more time than either of them had expected.

The morning coffee was a great success, partly because Mrs Howells treated Andrea, and also because she let the young woman order and pay for the drinks from the young barrista who didn't know where to put his eyes, when confronted by Andrea's braless top.

It made both women laugh once at their table, and then they took another look at Mrs Howells' purchases. A dress and a blouse.

"We need some accessories, don't you think?" suggested Andrea, and a sparkle came into Mrs Howells' eyes as she remembered just the place.

Lunch was a light salad and a perusal of more purchases, shoes this time and some jewellery and nail polish, and a few other items.

"What about a coat?" asked Andrea, mentioning a lovely soft woollen one they'd seen in the main Department Store, in a colour that went so well with Mrs Howells' hair and eyes.

It was late afternoon before they got home, tired, happy, overloaded with bags and distracted by sore feet. What a lovely day.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“You ladies look a bit worn out. Why don’t you relax and I’ll fi us all some drinks. Dinner will be ready in a half an hour.”

They sat and chatted while the corn bread baked. They were having Edwin’s famous not-too-hot turkey chili.

“You’ll have to show me your new clothes, ladies,” Edwin said as they sat down to eat.

“We didn’t get anything sexy, dear. No diaphanous nighties, no open-crotch lace panties.”

“I’m disappointed in you, Georgia. Shouldn’t you be leading our innocent young boarder down the primrose path?”

They laughed.

“Well,” continued Edwin, “maybe you could model the clothes, and I could watch as you changed.”

Another laugh, but Georgia did have a more serious fun proposal.

“Why don’t we have another drawing session after dinner? That is, if you aren’t too tired after doing Becah.”

Edwin laughed.

“No, and I did finish her. Would you like a look after we eat?”

He paused a moment.

“And I’m up for another session, if my new model is,” he said. Looking towards Andrea.

“And how about with me, too,” Georgina added, “I’d appreciate some of your artistic attention too, Edwin.”

After dinner was cleaned up, then, it was off to the studio for a look at the sensuous full-length nude of Becah, and off to the sofa for a showing of women’s clothing and women’s unclothing.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Mrs Howells gathered her purchases next to the sofa, and with Andrea acting as her wardrobe assistant modelled her new attire for her husband's entertainment.

For the young lodger it was a case of watch and learn.

Mrs Howells employed all her considerable experience and natural playful sexiness to put on a quite remarkable show.

The clothes were everyday items, high end but not erotic, yet the mature model made them into so much more.

It wasn't just the in the way she moved, dressed and undressed, never going beyond her underwear, but also from deep inside in how she projected her personality and flirted with eyes and hands and body language. Andrea could see why Prof H was smitten with her.

There was a lot of laughing and fun, and the glasses of wine certainly helped lubricate the generous fun mood, and Andrea again was determined to learn everything she could from this amazing couple.

They had also marvelled at the Becah portrait. It was sensuous and erotic without being pornographic, and the young woman in the painting shone out as a provocative playful sex kitten, or that's how Andrea saw it. She wondered how Becah felt having her soul bared as well as her lovely body, and asked the Professor that very question once the fashion show was over.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Edwin thoroughly enjoyed the fashion show, particularly since the ladies changed in front of him. Though there weren’t many changes of clothes, it was the changes that fascinated him - how the same woman could present such different impressions simply by putting on a different top or such. Maybe it was the wine and the ladies, but this was the first time the artist in him really felt the differences the clothes made. But, then, he was more used to finding a woman’s varying personae in her naked form.

And now there was Andrea’s question.

“Well, Andrea, I really can’t tell you how she felt. You’ll have to ask her yourself. All I can say is she was very happy with the painting. And, in general, she seems to really enjoy modelling, in presenting her body and soul for others to see. She’s among the best models we’ve ever had here at the school.”

The fashion show over, it was time for some more modelling and sketching. Edwin fetched his pad and pencils and took a seat in one of the armchairs. Georgia and Andrea began moving around, almost in a dance, with the older, more experienced, model taking the lead.

“Hold it there!” Edwin called out.

The women froze as they were, Georgia behind Andrea. Her right arm was around Andrea’s waist, and Andrea’s right arm was parallel just beneath it. Georgia’s left hand was on the younger woman’s shoulder and her cheek rested against Andrea’s head. They held it while Edwin sketched, and didn’t move a muscle until, fiv eminutes later, Edwin was done and said they should move again.

Another bit of dancing, and Georgia stood in front of Andrea. She began to slip the straps of Andrea’s top down over her shoulders, but stopped at the artist’s call. The neckline was almost down over Andrea’s nipples, and she was looking up into Georgia’s eyes.

No time to catch the expression in a five-minute sketch, thought Edwin, as his pencil captured the pose of the women’s bodies.

Movement again, and Howells finished a few more quick sketches as the women undressed each other. He could see his wife was having fun, and Andrea seemed to be enjoying herself as well.

“Okay,” he announced after a sketch of them caught in an actual dance as Georgia led them in a little two-step across the living room. “Time for a break.”

Time also to pour some more wine and to chat.

“You know, Andrea, I’m starting a life class at the city recreation center tomorrow. Well be meeting for two hours every other Sunday afternoon. Would you like to come and watch? You could be my assistant.”

Edwin was also thinking of the present moment, and his mind focussed on that first sketch. He decided that after their break he’d recapture that pose, but with the two women naked this time.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"I'd be honoured, Profssor," Andrea replied, delighted and perhaps a little surprised. "Though I don't know how good an assistant I'll be."

At least she had the benefit of the tiniest bit of experience watching and participating in these few drawing sessions to help her understand what the artists might need.

Quick fire sketching and posing was fun, and Andrea supposed it must be an essential skill, but one that probably took a great deal of practice. Hence the Lifeclass. It would a fantastic opportunity for her to observe a professional model, for when she eventually might try it herself.

Once their little interlude of wine and chatter was done, the Prof wanted the two ladies to recreate a previous pose, but naked, and stripping unselfconsciously out of her remaining attire, Andrea posed again with her back against Mrs Howells, this time the warmth of the skin contact added a delicious zest to the pose. Andrea couldn't help trying to burrow her behind into Mrs Howells belly, feeling warm and comfy with the other woman's arm on her tummy just below her breasts.

Will you ever show these sketches, d'you think?" Andrea asked, wondering if such rapid fire snap shots would be worthy of an exhibition. She didn't see why not. They weren't in the same category as Becah's portrait, for instance, but they were equally valid, surely. Just a different take, more like 'First Impressions'. Andrea told them both her thoughts while the Professor sketched.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“The five-minute sketches are mostly for warm-up and inspiration, though they’re all kept as part of an artist’s work. Some transcend the notion of exercise and end up in a gallery. It’s interesting that you noted the idea of ‘first impressions,’ Andrea. That was pretty much the aim of the Impressionists of the Nineteenth Century. They wanted their paintings to capture the impression one had of things, nt the photographic details.”

“Now, as for inspiration, that’s what happened here. That first pose I stopped you and Georgia for was an inspiration. I carrying it through some more here, and, if it continues to work out, I may ask the two of you to pose for an oil rendering.”

He put his pad and pencil down.

“Just a little adjustment, if you don’t mind . . .”

Howells got up and stepped over to the women.

“I’d like to get the fullness of your breasts here, Andrea. They’re being a bit squashed by Georgia’s forearm.”

He carefully lifted Andrea’s breasts, left, then right, and set them down carefully to rest on his wife’s arm, their undersides slightly flattened by gravity.

“Now your left hand, please.”

Georgia’s hand was resting on Andrea’s shoulder, and Howells placed the fingers of Andrea’s left hand on Georgia’s fingers. Then he pushed her elbow in close to her side.

“Perfect! Now hold that for about thirty minutes.”

As he continued the drawing, he could still feel his new models young, firm breasts in his hands, and that feeling was evident in the subtle shading that gave mass to the breasts that appeared on the paper.

“That’s good,” he said as he finished. “You ladies can relax now.”

He stepped up to Andrea to show her the drawing, and as he held the pad in his left hand for her, his right arm wrapped around her waist from the back with his hand resting on her hip. Georgia came up on his left side to look, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Wow, that's beautiful!" Andrea's quiet praise betrayed quite some feeling.

She looked at the drawing in his hand, the other so warm against her hip and so comforting.

"You've really caught the mood so amazingly, and you're right, my boobs look better like that," she smiled in a deprecating way, acknowledging his Artistic supremacy and his right to adjust his model, who in this case happened to thoroughly enjoy being adjusted. She could still almost feel his hands on her breasts again, so warm, knowing, decisive.

"Isn't it amazing, Mrs Howells?" Andrea asked, looking across the Professor to her co-model. "Look at the textures, the depth, the contrasts, the life, the warmth!"

Andrea was in awe of his skills. She'd never before known an artist or even really looked at original genuine art. She knew a pretty picture when she saw one, but never before had she really appreciated the true value.

Sure, Becah's portrait had given her a clue, but she hadn't really looked at it properly. She needed to see it again, to see what the Professor might be able to express of Mrs Howells and herself.

"What are you going to call it?"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Yes, Andrea,” Mrs. Howells replied, “Edwin is very good at capturing such thing with pencil or ink or paint. Have you watched his hands as he draws? It seems as those he’s actually feeling and sensing whatever it is he’s drawing. His eyes and hands and mind all work together; I’ve seen it for years, and it still amazes me.”

She sat on the sofa, then, and her husband sat beside her. Their eyes were on Andrea, though, on this young woman whose exuberance sounded in her voice and reverberated throughout her body.

“I seldom think of names for paintings, let alone drawings, Andrea. The names they do end up with are generally descriptive rather than evocative. This drawing might simply be called ‘Two Women, Study Number 2.’ A more evocative title might be appropriate if we were to use it as a basis for a painting. Then, perhaps, something like ‘Youth in the Arms of Experience’ might be a good choice. What do you think, Andrea? After all, I think you might like to keep this one as well as the others. If it’s yours, then you can name it.”

Georgia was thinking of Edwin’s hands as he talked, about how expressive they were, and she almost unconsciously took one and placed it on her breast. And Edwin, almost unconsciously as well, began massaging it, kneading it with his fingers, toying with the nipple, much to the pleasure of his wife.

Georgia looked at Andrea and wondered if this young woman who clearly enjoyed being watched also found pleasure in watching.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea glanced across at the couple on the sofa, watching those very hands now pleasuring Mrs Howells nipple. It made her smile, and she let her gaze linger for a moment before again studying the drawing now in her own hands.

"I wouldn't know what to call it. If I gave it a name right now it would be a long name, of the feelings and reactions it stirs in me, an Ent name like in Lord of the Rings. Something about warmth, love, friendship, feelings, the senses, revelation, comfort, unconventional normality. It's too big for just a few words. I love it. I'd love to have it on my wall. I'd be honoured.

"I'm so deeply grateful to the both of you, I can't possibly put that into words either. Your kindness and freedom of spirit are gifts beyond words; I'm leaning so much."

Andrea lowered the picture and just looked at the couple again, who were still fondling openly in front of her. It felt like another challenge. She hadn't had one for a while.

She knew she was welcome and didn't have to leave. She knew that the Howells would just go to the privacy of their own bedroom if that's what they wanted. If they were touching in front of her it was becaue they were comfortable touching in front of her. They didn't need her to make excuses, get embarassed or join in. This was their action, their time, their moment.

So Andrea took a seat opposite, lowered the drawing to the floor and watched them, naked but not being sexual. She wondered how they would react.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

As Andrea sat down, Georgia let herself slip more and more into the pleasure of Edwin’s artistic hands. And Edwin slipped more and more into the pleasures of his wife’s familiar flesh.

Howells was largely indifferent to having people see him naked, or even having sex; it neither turned him on nor off. But Georgia enjoyed it. She enjoyed posing nude, enjoyed the attention of other’s eyes and minds, and posing erotically was even more enjoyable to her, to feel that other’s were getting so aroused from looking at her. So she didn’t mind that Andrea was sitting there watching her and Edwin; in fact, it enhanced the arousal she was already feeling from Edwin’s hand.

She turned towards her husband and took his head in her hands to draw it to her for a kiss. A long, hard, hot kiss, her tongue obviously slipping between her lips and probing sensuously between his.

“Stand up, dear, and take off your shirt,” she said, and Edwin stood in front of her bare-chested.

She kissed his navel as she undid his belt, button, and zipper, and continued the kiss as she slid his pants and boxers down to the floor. She drew her head back, then, and looked intently at her husband’s erect cock. Her pursed lips kissed its tip and then opened over its head, slowly sliding down to the flaring corona. A deep breath, and her mouth widened to engulf the whole glans and then her lips tightened again, fitting snugly around the veined shaft. Edwin moaned in pleasure, and moaned again as his wife’s lips ran up and down the shaft that her tongue was massaging.

She slowly backed of his cock and looked up at him with a smile.

“Sit down now, dear,” and Edwin sat back on the sofa.

Georgia smiled at Andrea, then, and swung her right leg over her husband’s thighs. She hoisted herself up to straddle his lap, and then lowered herself, guiding Edwin’s organ into her sheath. They both moaned at the sensation.

With her eyes still on Andrea, Georgia began undulating on Edwin’s lap, while his hands found the whole of her body. His fingers and palms roamed over every inch of her skin, gently caressing her face, tracing her lips, massaging her shoulders, exploring her breasts. And the couple’s breaths became synchronous and shallow as they shared their pleasure in each other’s body. Over her thighs, now, and then on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, and on to her mound, rubbing and kneading over her clitoris, and then gently probing her labia to bare her little pearl and adore it with his fingers.

Georgia’s eyes were rolling back in her head now, and her body quivered, then arched in an orgasm that sent a symphony of unintelligble tones from deep within her being. Edwin came with her, his body arching, and a long low drone resonated from his body and soul. Georgia could feel his cock distend over and over as bleb after bleb of semen flowed into her, and Edwin could feel the tight grip of her vaginal ring around his shaft as each jet of cum passed through him and into her.

Their bodies fell back as their joint orgasm subsided, and they sat there on the sofa, broadly smiling, with Edwin’s arms wrapped around Georgia’s still trembling body.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea smiled.

She didn't say anything, didn't want to detract from the moment, to steal their moment.

There was something very beautiful about the lovemaking of a couple so well matched, and knowing each other so well. It stirred Andrea both erotically and also in a deeper way. It didn't feel intrusive watching them, but rather it felt like they were sharing something deep, private and generous with her.

She wanted to use that word again. Honoured. Yes, she felt honoured.

There was so much trust and honesty here. No judgement. Sharing. Love and kindness. Beauty. It was a moment to treasure.

Sitting motionless, but still quietly observing, Andrea let her gaze roam over them, trying to see them now as perhaps one of the Professor's students might view such a scene. She wasn't informed enough to guess how the Professor himself would look at it. But Andrea wanted to see if she could discern the essentials, the truth, the elements of what she was looking at, not just the outward form.

If she could do that, she would know what parts of herself she needed to project when it came time for her to pose. How to communicate, connect with the audience.

Andrea felt her head nod and started awake with a jerk. It was as if she'd just experienced a post-coital nap. That made the smile on her lips extend to a full blown grin, and she raised her eyebrows at the lovely couple opposite half in apology, half in wry amusement at herself.

"That was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen."

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Mrs. Howells heard Andrea’s observation, but it was spoken so softly she didn’t know if it was to her or Andrea speaking to herself. She smiled at Andrea, though, and mouthed a ‘thank you.’

“Time to get up, dear,” she said as she raised herself from Edwin’s lap. “Let’s shower and go to bed.” Her tone on the last proposal suggested that sleep wasn’t what she had in mind for the bed.

Edwin was still a bit dazed as he got up, and promptly stumbled.

“Your do need to get your pants back on before you try to walk, dear,” she said with a laugh.

“And I’m sure Andrea could use some bedtime for herself,” she added suggestively.

Edwin got his pants back on and walked over to Andrea.

“Good night, Andrea,” as he wrapped his fingers around the nape of her neck and gently turned her face upwards. A warm, dep kiss, full on her lips, followed, and as he kissed, his fingers massaged the back of her neck, firmly and sensuously.

He lifted his head. “And don’t forget. You’re my assistant tomorrow.”

“Yes, good night, Andrea,” Georgia said as she bent over for her warm goodnight kiss. “Have a very good night.” And she cupped her hand under Andrea’s breast and softly kneaded it. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

Showered and in bed, Georgia lay spooned with Edwin.

“When are you going to make love to our boarder, dear?” she asked as she squirmed her backside into his hips.

“I think I’ll leave that to her, Georgia. She’s young and just finding herself. We can give her opportunities, but she has to make the decisions herself. Just like with the modelling.”

“She really likes it, you know. I can tell. She’s an exhibitionist at heart.”

“It takes one to know one,” Edwin retorted as he pressed his hips against his wife’s undulating ass.

His organ was erect again, and Georgia lifted her leg a bit as she guided her husband’s hand to her breast. He slipped inside her and slowly moved back and forth, in deeper and then almost entirely out, over and over until they both came again. They fell asllep in the same position, with him still inside her.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

In bed, Andrea lay on her back, naked under the cover, hand gently stroking through her trimmed bush.

It was like Mrs Howells almost ordered her to masturbate. At least, that's how she received the words of her mentor. And the way her hand cupped Andrea's boob. It felt lovely.

Mrs Howells obviously enjoyed showing off her lovemaking with her husband. And if Andrea read her right, detected that Andrea either was, or soon would be, a kindred spirit.

Perhaps that was why they got on so well. Were they indeed quite alike in desires and attutudes? In which case, Andrea had found not just any mentor, but the perfect mentor. Mrs Howells had got through her life successfully and completely whole. She was a whole, undamaged person. One for Andrea to admire and model herself on. Obviously they were different people and Andrea's life would unfold in an original way, but there was a pattern to follow.

And talking of following, just as Mrs Howells had enjoyed Andrea watch her make love, so Andrea had enjoyed how Mrs Howells touched her breast with Mr Howells looking on. Maybe there was a touch of the same in herself?

Did Andrea want to be watched making love? She had no one to make love to, but she could be watched having sex. Except she hadn't ever had sex. Not real sex. Which was a problem. Something she needed to sort out. Something she needed to discuss with the wise Mrs Howells.

But Andrea did masturbate. Was good at it. Could climax every time. How would she feel masturbating downstairs in front of Prof and Mrs Howells? In her mind, Andrea pictured them all in the same seats as tonight, except this time the Prof and Mrs H were sitting still watching her, as oppostire them Andrea spread her knees wide and masturbated for them. In her bed her fingers mirrored what was happening in her imagination, and she used a combination of flicking across her clitoris and dipping inside her vagina to stimulate herself, even becoming quite vocal. Her groans, moans and cries grew louder until at just the right moment she burst out loud and gutteral in ecstacy as her orgasm shook her over and over.

That was one of her best, and licking her fingers clean she mopped up as best she could, rolled onto her side, and fell asleep, smiling in contentment.

Next morning after an early shower she was in the kitchen before anyone, coffee in front of her at the breakfast table and more on the go, wearing a light yellow t shirt that only just long enough to sit on.