by redskyes 09/29/12
I have an editor! He's a fellow writer, and a wonderful one too, so I don't want to take up too much of his time, but he deserves a great big shout-out, at the very least. So, thank you, Blind_Justice, for your help, your ideas, and your encouragement. You are very much appreciated.
Now, on to Strange Days!
The months seemed to fly by. School was kicking my ass, and working for Armia felt a thousand times harder than Dangerous Angels. It was strange though. Darren and I were officially on Armia's payroll, but not once had I met anyone else that worked for them. I'd never even been in one of their studios. All of my jobs were on-site shoots around the city, sometimes a two or three hour drive away. I'd worked photo shoots with more models than ever, and I couldn't remember even a quarter of their names. They were very professional, of course, and it wasn't that they were unfriendly or anything. They were just very busy, in and out, shot and gone. I still got to shoot Rose now and then, but not Ginger, and every once in a while, I'd be treated to a shoot with the love of my life. Throughout all of this wonderful but still frightening change, with me shaking in fear of screwing up a shoot with such incredible professionals, Darren was amazing, my rock, the one grounding force I could always rely on.
Speaking of Sarah, if I thought my life was hard these days, hers was brutal. She was working part time for Armia, part time for an accounting firm in their IT department, all while still going to school. We didn't get to spend as much time together as we liked, but the time we did manage to scrounge up was wonderful. In fact, we saw so very little of each other that we were each spending a lot of time separately with the rest of our friends, namely Phillip, Violet, Paula and Johnny, and lately, Tabitha. Trevor's sister was really getting along with our group of friends, especially Ginger, who was making more appearances at the apartment, with or without Rose.
Oh, and so far, there'd been no more creepy feelings of being watched, no more weird strangers stopping me on the sidewalk outside my apartment. It seemed the 'interest' I'd sparked in someone had died down, which wasn't a bad thing.
The winter break was coming up in a matter of days, and I couldn't have been more excited. It would be the first time that Sarah and I would get more than a few hours together. Sleeping didn't count. Sure, we still had sex, and we still stole what little moments we could, but we missed each other, a lot. Oh, and I'd get to see my mom, which was awesome.
It wasn't all bad, of course. Not to be crude - these were the kinds of thoughts that were popping into my head more frequently as of late - but between Sarah, Rose, Ginger and Violet, I had more than enough pussy at my disposal. Buckets and buckets of sex was what I had, and finally feeling one-hundred percent again - aside from the occasional twinge of discomfort from my ribs - I was having no trouble at all keeping up with those four girls.
And no, Holly and I still hadn't been together again, nor had I been with Paula - she was more than happy with Johnny. Violet, on the other hand, was determined to get Holly and I to do her at the same time. Remember that random thought I had recently, when I'd fucked Violet in the dining room in the early morning hours? Yeah, she all but admitted to being a little cum slut, and she had a particular fantasy that involved the two of us dickgirls fucking her senseless and making an absolute mess of her.
It kind of went without saying that I was totally game. Holly, on the other hand, wasn't quite as enthusiastic, but she would do just about whatever it took to make Violet happy. Besides, there was a quietly competitive side to Holly. I think she wanted to show me up somehow.
Trevor hadn't fared so well. He was cut off from his friends out here, and college was kicking his ass just as bad as everyone else's, so there'd been no time for him to come visit us, or us him. But in the last month, he'd finally taken to the time to make some new friends at Princeton. I talked to him at least once a week, and I swear that Violet talked to him even more often than I did. He'd missed us terribly, Sarah and I, and he still did, but making new friends was finally pulling him out of his funk. But that was another reason I was excited about going home for the holidays for two weeks; I'd finally get to see him.
It was kind of sad though. I missed Trevor. I really did. But not as much as I thought I would. I learned very quickly over the last few months that Sarah was my life, that she was the only person in the world that I couldn't do without. Aside from my mom, of course. I think I'd always need her.
Today, I was hanging out with Tabitha. She got the role in that television series I told you about, a minor character, sure, but recurring. She played an FBI clerk, and her character was being set up as a possible replacement for one of the show's major supporting cast members, just in case contract negotiations didn't go well. She'd come by to share the news, and I couldn't have been happier for her.
I didn't have any shoots for the day, so we spent our time in my apartment, giving each other manicures and pedicures, foot rubs, massages, basically taking an at-home-spa-day. Tabby was stretched out on the couch with her feet up on the armrest. I'd just come back to the living room with a bag of nail polish.
"Oh, I have an idea!" Tabitha jumped up from the couch and took the bag from my hands, setting it down on the coffee table. "Let's take a shower before we paint our nails."
I smiled around a confused frown and said slowly, "Okay."
"Besides, we can help each other shave."
Honestly, I needed a good shave. Sarah had gone out and gotten her hair blasted away with lasers, but I hadn't worked up the courage to do it yet.
"Oh, okay then," I shrugged, not even thinking twice about what it meant to take a shower with her.
Tabby had been spending enough time with us girls that I was pretty used to seeing her in robes or lingerie. We'd become good enough friends, and she hadn't flirted with me again anyway. Finally seeing her naked shouldn't be a very big deal, I figured. Oh boy, was I wrong.
When she took off her big fluffy robe and hung it up outside the shower, she stretched up a little to do so. Granted, I could only see her backside, but what a lovely view it was. She was taller than me by a couple of inches, and her nearly black hair fell far down her back in a loose braid. She had a really lean build, not so tightly muscled as Paula, but just petite, aside from her height. Her waist was so narrow that I was pretty sure I could almost wrap my hands around it. On anyone else, being so tall and lean would look awkward, but her personality and the way she moved made it work.
Tabitha turned around to take my hand, long loose braid flying out behind her, and her perfectly pert little boobs whirled into view. She wasn't stacked by a long shot, and only had cleavage when she had the aid of a bra designed just for that, but she had lovely little nipples, sitting atop puffy areola, the kind you usually only see on girls still going through puberty. Actually, she didn't much like her breasts, and she'd hated that she was such a late bloomer - she'd been practically flat-chested until the summer before she turned seventeen - but I loved her boobs. They were small, yes, but they fit her perfectly. Anything bigger and she would look top-heavy.
Suddenly, she shook her chest, and her breasts jiggled, as much as they could, being as firm as they were, at any rate. I still wondered what they would taste like. She said something, snapping me out of my thoughts, but I'd been too preoccupied by my imagination to catch it.
I shook my head and looked up to her big blue eyes. "I'm sorry. What?"
"I said, it's nice to know someone likes my tits," she grinned.
"Oh," I smiled, blushing.
Tabitha came up to me and untied my robe, pulling it off my shoulders. "I'd rather have yours though."
"Really?" I glanced down at my chest. I wasn't stacked either, and I didn't have the wonderful nipples she did, but I guess I had cleavage going for me.
"Totally," she nodded and casually palmed my boobs. Her hands were really soft and warm, and it was totally unexpected. I jumped a little at her touch, but she didn't acknowledge it. "They're so firm, not too big, not too small." She glanced up at me, and I swear she intentionally rubbed her thumbs lightly over my nipples. They were a little swollen already, and the sensation made my breath catch. Tabitha gave me a pretty smile and said, "They're perfect on you."
"So are yours," I smiled back.
"You think so?" she asked, releasing my breasts to grab my hands and place them over hers, and oh my gawd, they felt fantastic. "They're not too small?"
"Not at all," I told her, trying to swallow around the frog in my throat.
And it was true. Her hips were narrow, only a touch wider than her waist, but her breasts were in perfect symmetry with her hips. Her whole body was like that. Sure, her butt was small, and it all but disappeared when she sat down or bent way over, but it didn't detract from her beauty at all. My favorite part of Tabitha? Her pelvis. Her hips were sharply defined, her belly dipped in ever so slightly, and it all made her smooth mound just a little more prominent than on most women.
I thought she was gorgeous, and I told her as much.
"Aw, you're sweet," she flashed a sunny smile and leaned in to kiss the corner of my mouth. She took my hands and pulled me into the shower. "Come on. I'll wash your hair first."
I loved having my hair washed, finding it so relaxing to have someone else do the work. Unfortunately, Tabitha washing my hair was anything but relaxing. Her nipples kept rubbing against my back, and her pelvis against my butt. I felt that knot forming low in my belly, the pressure of my penis wanting to come out of me, but I held it back pretty easily.
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