Calendar Girl

Jenn was standing there, biting her lip, clearly unsure how all this would go; I remembered that the only other shoot so far, with the lingerie, hadn't been coed. She cleared her throat. "Well. Uhm, you want your robe Liv?" She had a bright green silk thing tossed over her arm, and Olivia reached back to take it with an air of efficient grace.

She took it by the shoulders and unfurled it with a dramatic snap. "You forget your robe, Mike?" she giggled. "You could borrow mine." She shrugged into it, and I made myself smile.

"That thing would be like a shirt on me." It barely reached her mid-thigh. "Thanks for the offer though, Olivia."

"Come on." She tied the thing closed, loosely. "Call me Liv."

"Well." Stacia oozed sarcasm. "This is all a very nice conversation, but let's get started. Okay!" She clapped her hands loudly. "You. Uh, Becky, was it?" She didn't wait for Rebecca's nod. "Your job is taping. I'll figure out where they're supposed to stand, you mark the floor with tape. We should be all ready by the time Olivia's marks fade." She glanced professionally at my waist and nodded to herself, scanning a sheet in her hand. "Now then. Let's do this."

So there I was, buck naked and toeing a line in front of a long cheap shelf full of books. Stacia placed Olivia off to my left front, while Erin stood in the light of the window acting as our boss, yelling at me for not carrying as many books as Liv was. "Okay," Stacia mused, gazing through her viewfinder, "just lower your books some more, Penis." Apparently, the photographer was fond of unimaginative nicknames. "Boobs," she nodded toward Erin, "once I get your robe off I'll figure out your legs, but keep your arm crossed over your chest. Okay. No-boobs?" That was for Olivia, who didn't seem to mind. "You're supposed to be looking at his books."

"I am," Liv replied calmly. She was just a few inches from me, her silk-covered ass next to my hip.

"With the angle of the camera, though, it doesn't look like it." She frowned, thinking, and as she considered I caught sight of Jenn drifting into view... towing Jaqui. I smiled at her, raising my eyebrows in one of those attempts men make to say hey, honey! Isn't this fun? but mostly fail at. Jaqui glanced curiously at Erin and Liv, then she nodded severely at me and started to study my dick.

God, I hoped I wouldn't get hard. She'd freak out if I did. And, of course, I'd probably never live down the shame among The Girls. Stacia's irritated voice broke my concentration. "Okay, No-boobs. Just turn your head to your right a little. No, your right." Liv's head swiveled slowly until Stacia grunted at her to stop, and I realized with horror that she was staring straight down along her shoulder at my dong. "Perfect," Stacia nodded. "Mark that shit, Tape-girl." Vaguely I felt Rebecca scurrying around at our feet like some sort of acolyte, and the corner of my eye caught a mischievous smirk from Liv.

I tried to focus on keeping myself soft.

"Who the fuck are you?" Stacia had noticed my girlfriend, and without waiting for a reply she shooed her back behind the lights, where I could barely see her.

Where she couldn't see my dick.

"Great. Okay, bitches!" Stacia finally seemed happy as Rebecca scuttled back. "We're good to go. Get naked!" Liv didn't wait, her body unveiled again in a whisper of silk, and this time I was very conscious of how close she was. "Tape-girl! Grab the robes and make sure No-boobs has her books all set." She nodded to herself again. "Penis, too. From now on, nobody touches any of those books but Tape-girl, okay?"

I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting over as Erin shrugged out of her robe, showing a lushly figured body with a cleanly tapering strip of hair over her pussy. Her nipples were dark on her full tits. I took all that in with a single frantic glance before I shifted back to the shadows where Jaqui and Jenn had been exiled, and that's when I saw my girlfriend's eyes flash.

Things went still after that while Rebecca and Stacia fussed with Erin's leg. "Gotta hide those pissflaps completely," the photographer grumbled, and I looked sideways at Liv.

"Pissflaps!" Erin laughed richly. "They're not 'pissflaps.' They're, like... I dunno."

"Glistening folds," Liv suggested.

"Yeah. That." Erin rolled her eyes.

Stacia nodded curtly. "No. They're pissflaps." She stalked back toward the camera, and I glanced at Liv. Her eyes were riveted to my crotch.

"Sorry you're not looking at anything exciting," I mumbled, taking care not to move my lips.

"I wouldn't say that," she whispered back, and I have no idea why I did what I did next. As Stacia and Rebecca finished messing with Erin's body and Jenn and Jaqui watched, I reminded myself that the books were hiding my dick and I twitched it for Liv.

She gasped, just slightly, and when I glanced at her face she was looking back at me with wide eyes over a delighted mouth slightly agape. "Hey!" Stacia's voice was a whipcrack. "Get your eyes back down there!" she commanded; she'd finished with Erin and was now running her eye over the whole shot. "And Penis? Look at No-boobs' pile of books, not her chest." Fuck. I could have done without that, but I obeyed. "Like there's anything there to look at, anyway," Stacia muttered.

Meanwhile, to kill time, I pulsed my dick once more. A soft, mouth-closed chuckle from Liv was my reward, and after all that it ended with anticlimactic speed. "Okay. Don't move." The light on Stacia's little tripod tower flashed, then again, and a third time. I held my pose a moment longer, and then just as Stacia opened her mouth to tell us to relax I gave Liv one more twitch.

Her whisper was almost too soft to hear. "So fucking naughty."

"What?" I asked innocently, my brows up; I could feel by the tension in my shaft that I'd let myself get just a little harder, but the unexpected thrill of displaying myself for Liv was just too much.

"Relax, everyone!" Stacia seemed pleased, at last. "Robes, Tape-girl... well, except for Penis. He seems to enjoy showing off." Erin snickered. "You guys can get dressed in a sec, as soon as I make sure I got enough to use." I let my muscles go slack, still holding the books in front of my cock, but Liv dropped hers with a loud thumpy crash and just stood there naked as a jaybird, shaking her head at me.

"And with your girlfriend right there..." she murmured, low enough so that only I could hear, but she was smiling.

"Just passing the time." I bent to place my books on the ground, knowing everyone was looking at me, but I found I no longer cared. It was over. I'd done it. "It's awkward to have people staring at my dick, you know?"

"Shouldn't bother you." She was pulling her kimono up her arms, but didn't bother tying it. She seemed quite comfortable as she was, her nipples only half-hidden by the silk, her auburn pussy on display. "You volunteered for a nude calendar." Stacia told us hoarsely that we could go get dressed, and as she started for the corner where Rebecca had dumped out clothes Liv gave my ass a light slap, ending in a little squeeze. "Good job, Twitchy."

I looked after her, sashaying off, Erin still eyeing me, and then I followed them toward my clothes.

* * *

Jaqui was not exactly impressed. She was silent as she drove me back to my apartment. Dead silent, that stony chilly silence that let me know she wasn't pleased at all. "So, that was interesting," I ventured, mostly to fill the void.

"What was?" She had that flat, robotic tone she liked to use when she was mocking me. "You getting hard at the end? Was that interesting?"

"Oh, stop."

"No, really." She glanced over. "I could see it. Which one, Mike?"

"Which one what?" I knew the right answer, though.

"Which of those two bitches," she hissed, enunciating every harsh consonant, "was getting you hard?"

"Neither," I shrugged. "Or both. Or I don't know. It was the situation, Jacqui. The whole thing." I saw the right answer once it was too late, even though she wouldn't have believed it, and my mouth clamped shut. I led the way into my apartment, meaning to dig some iced tea out of the fridge for her, but Jacqui stayed by the door. When I spun around, she cleared her throat and decided to give me another shot at that right answer. "What?"

"I know what gets you hard." She was still using that weird, chopped voice, the one that wasn't interested in any response from me, and her hand was toying with her waistband. "You tell me, asshole. What gets you hard?"

I knew that look, her almond eyes nearly closed, her nostrils flared, her chin low, and she knew it too: that look from her was what got me hard, and all at once my boxers grew tight. I swallowed in a dry throat, remembering suddenly that I hadn't remembered to get a new box of condoms, and that that was just too damn bad. Because that look meant I was going to need at least one. "You," I managed, my voice deep in my throat.

And she heard what I was thinking. "You should come over here," she challenged, "and show me what you're talking about." She had a thumb hooked into her waist, plucking aside both her pants and the thin band of the thong beneath, showing that black-hole curve where a woman's hip swings inward before it swells back out to become her mound. That curve that made me want to taste it her skin. That drew me in, irresistibly, and she knew it.

I stared at it as I approached her, my own mouth slipping open, her hand still toying with her clothes, and the moment I got within reach my own hand joined hers, my palm flat against her belly and the start of her groin, pushing slowly down past where she'd pulled her pants aside for me. "This," I croaked, my voice deepening in time with my fingers plunging underneath her thong. I felt her pubic hair, lush and solid, spongy under my fingers, then the beckoning heat of her slit surrounding my finger as I pushed it into her. I cleared my throat, our foreheads touching now. "This makes me hard."

"Fuck yes," she snarled. "This pussy. Not the stretched-out cunt on that little fucking ginger slut from your program." She gasped as I hooked sharply upward, almost lifting her whole body by her straining clit. "This one. Not that fat whore Erin, who's nothing but a pair of tits and a smile." Her head hit the door behind her as my mouth swooped down to her neck. "That bitch. She has nothing on me."

"Fuck." I was licking at the sweat behind her collarbone, feeling my fingers soaked with what her libido was pumping into her snatch. She always enjoyed getting herself going, the dirty talk meaning more to her than it did to me. I felt her tongue on my ear.

"Show me which pussy is yours," she spat, and then my other hand was shoving hard on her pants, pushing, her legs coming together so that I could expose her. "Show me why it makes my man hard." She moaned when the thong peeled down off her drooling slit, dragging between her slim thighs. She'd closed her eyes. "Show me, you dumb fuck. You mindless cock, getting hard for that young bitch in the library." That last part came out as a trailed groan, because I was falling to my knees with my lips grazing her mound, on their way to her dark thatch of hair now threaded with thick fluid my hand had dredged from her pussy.

She stank. She hadn't showered since yesterday morning, and that plus the gummy soup flowing just below my mouth was taking my brain and boosting it into a place where it became predatory, feral. Primitive. I growled, and decided not to wait for her to kick her clothes past her ankle.

I needed to eat her.

Jacqui thrust her hips lewdly forward as I got down there, my hands already curling up and around to dig deeply into the rich flesh of her ass. She was intoxicating me, her smell swallowing me, so I dipped my head as low as it would go underneath her crotch and pushed my face into the dripping mess her pussy had already become.

"Goddamn," she bit out, her hand clamping all at once onto the back of my head. "Get your fuckin' tongue in there, you dumb shit," she grated, settling her weight onto my face. "Show me what you want."

I was only faintly listening. Instead, I was focusing on the familiar folds of her swollen pussy, bright pink and wide open against my mouth. I let my head move with the rhythm of her body as she ground down onto my face, turning sideways to drive my tongue deep into her slit."Mmm. Lick it." She finally kicked her foot clear of her clinging pants, then immediately spread wide to settle more fully against me. "Just like that."

I dug deeper, feeling like I was horny enough to shove my whole head into her slick pussy, my teeth tangling in her pubes when I tried to nip at her clit. Her flavor was deep and wild and musky, her hips swinging back and forth as she fucked my face. "I taste better than any little ginger slut," she gloated, her fingers like an iron trap along the back of my head. "Never fucking forget that, you piece of shit." She threw one wiry thigh up over my shoulder, her body leaning hard back against my door.

On impulse, I inched one of my hands across her cheek, my pinky sinking into her crack. I was seeking her asshole. I'd never done that before, never wanted to, but suddenly I was enchanted by the lewd greasy nastiness of all this, the sheer animal thrill of showing myself off all morning to a bunch of women. She grunted hard as I felt her anus close dry and hot around my fingernail.

I was in pain, my cock was so fucking hard in my shorts. Vaguely I was aware I ought to rip myself off her steaming vagina, stand up, drop my boxers, and fuck her standing against the door, and be damned about not having a rubber. But no; she tasted too fucking good, and I wanted to make her cum this way. I could tell I was about to, too, my desperate tongue stabbing straight up to curl behind her clit while my teeth grazed the nub, and just as she started gasping in that rhythmic way she had, like she was going into labor, I got the bright idea to shove my pinky the rest of the way up her ass.

She went taut against me, her entire body mannequin-stiff, and then just as suddenly she puddled loosely over my shoulder, her fingers immediately boneless against my skull. "Holy motherfuck," she bit out, breathless, and I knew that if I bothered detaching myself and glancing up I'd see her eyes rolling back behind fluttery lashes, her face and neck bright red as she came on my tongue.

My whole lower face was soaked by her, my neck and shirt stained and sticky, and I knew that all I had to do now was to suck hard on her clit, prolonging her pleasure; I knew Jacqui's body well by now, even though she'd been so busy lately.

Like riding a bike, I realized dully as I swallowed her. Like myself, jerking off. I knew exactly how to make this woman cum.

She slithered down the door when she was done, her naked ass coming to rest in the piled envelopes that had come through the mail slot over the last couple days since I'd cleaned, her eyes wide as she stared at me. "You nasty motherfucker," she marveled, her body still trembling against me; I was kneeling between her achy legs now. "Jesus Christ." She panted hard, her breath strong in my face where her fluids dried on my cheeks. She reached languidly forward and grabbed my hard cock through my clothes.

"See?" It was an effort to speak, my lips and tongue numb and tingly. "You know who makes me hard."

"Yes I do," she whispered fiercely, gripping my balls now. She leaned toward me, still breathing hard, and her breath was a hot wind in my ear. "Get to your bedroom. I'm going to drink your cum."

Fine by me.

* * *

Liv smiled at me the next day as I strode into the Classroom Management elective. Rebecca and her tits hadn't shown up yet, but Brandi and Peyton were sitting where they always did. And, of course, the whole crew had left a seat for Jenn. "Hi, Mikey!" Liv purred. "You should sit down here with us."

"What, are we married now?" I laughed easily. I was on top of the world, happy with how the shoot had gone yesterday and even happier with the night I'd spent with Jacqui. Clear and sharp in my mind, as I looked down at Liv's grin, was the memory of the little redhead's fingers tweaking my bare ass yesterday. "I can't sit with you people. Folks might talk."

"Well. If they knew what this year's fundraiser was, they might have a reason to talk!" she cackled back, and I felt a sudden lurch in my Jacqui-drained cock. Liv had looked damn good yesterday. "But, whatever. Suit yourself." She winked. "Twitchy."

I could see Peyton wrinkling her cute little nose, her freckles dark on her pale face; she was itching to lean over and ask Liv why she'd called me that, but I just smiled and went on my merry way up the steps to where my nameless undergraduate companion was liberating his laptop. Behind me rose a ripple of laughter from Peyton, and I knew she had her answer about my new nickname. Because, of course, The Girls were discussing me.

The undergraduate looked curiously at me as I took my seat. "They keep looking back here," he said, nodding down at Liv and her cronies. "I don't think it's me they're looking for."

"Oh, I dunno." My balls felt sore. "You're all right. And they're just flirty."

"Mmhmm." He arched an eyebrow. "I'm sure that's all it is." He smiled, then, glancing past me, and I knew Jenn was coming back up to chat with me.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

"Hi!" She seemed a lot warmer than she usually was, leaning toward me after she'd sat down. This time, she'd brought all her stuff. It seemed she wanted to sit back here the whole class today. "This seat taken?"

"It is now." It was amazing how little awkwardness I felt. I'd expected it to be a little weird, having my classmates see me naked; far from it. Though, I'm sure, it helped my confidence remembering just what I'd been able to make Jacqui do to me before I left for class that morning. I jerked my chin toward where Rebecca had just walked in, preceded by her chest, then stood looking thoughtfully up at me. "They're discussing me."

"Well, duh." She laughed. "After you left from the shoot yesterday, you were all they wanted to talk about. I thought it went really well." Her lower leg brushed against mine as she leaned forward to rummage in her school bag. Automatically, the undergraduate and I both slid our eyes to where we knew her shirt would be rising up her lower back, her pants gaping a little, and I learned two things very quickly: Jenn lacked a back tattoo, and she was wearing bright purple underwear. "Like, super well."

"Thanks. I thought so too." The guy on the other side of me was making a big show of putting his earbuds in. She was clearly planning on saying something else, too, but we both got interrupted by another kid sliding down the row we were in. Like any tall guy, I did the awkward thing where you stand up and sort of half-lean against your seat. Jenn just stayed down and moved her knees aside, tipping her head back and leaving me to stare straight down her shirt.

Ah. Purple bra, too. My penis spasmed once more, making me wonder just what the hell had gotten into me.

I cleared my throat. "Liv seemed happy, too."

"Liv." She shook her head with a weird little half-smile. "Yeah, I'd say 'happy' is a good way to put it. Erin, too. But you know what really shocked me?"

"Do tell." I was enjoying this, casually discussing photographed nudity in the very public hubbub of the classroom. It was like we were doing something lecherous, something naughty. A secret.

"Well," she went on, leaning toward me, the coconut of her hair wafting along, "Stacia. The photographer? She said you were amazing."

"No shit." That one really did surprise me. "She acted like she wouldn't even piss on me if I was on fire."

She laughed. "She's like that with everyone. No," she sighed, her fingers tapping her password into her laptop. "She says she has problems with guys sometimes on nude shots. You know, arousal problems. Or the other way, they're all shy. And I guess she was happy she didn't have those problems with you." I glanced at her screen, where she grinned on the wallpaper next to a skinny guy with facial hair. It looked like they were in Montana or someplace like that. She caught me looking.