Hardcore

Keywords: Exhibit, Kelly's, Senior,

"Has Lindsay come?" Tom asked.

I shrugged. It was not lost on Yana. She lost no love on my former lover. Yana moved away from us for a moment as I held on to Tom, before appearing again with wine for all of us.

A hush fell through the entire room. The three of us turned our heads and beheld Jeni sweeping into the gallery with a small entourage. Even as tall as she is, she wore heels as high as Yana's and a tiny halter dress that moved with her body as she walked. Her hair was loosely pulled back, clasped at the base of her neck. She floated. I had never seen her look more glamorous. The girls with her were gorgeous and dressed as she was, formally, for a gallery opening. Even so, each gown exposed a lot of girl. Courtney, Heather, Ingrid, Sierra: I jolted to realize I'd had been with each of them. Wildly, uninhibitedly, unabashedly, and passionately, each woman had been my lover. Was that why they'd come? I kind of, wickedly, hoped it was.

Jeni sashayed up next to me, oblivious to Tom and Yana in the moment, leaned down and kissed me like a lover. My body remembered the way she kissed, and I was wet in an instant. Nothing else mattered except her lips on mine for that moment.

She insinuated herself between me and Yana, taking both my hand and Yana's in her own and turning to kiss Yana almost as hard as she had kissed me. My girlfriend just let her. Who wouldn't?

"Show me my picture," Jeni said. I hung on to Tom's hand as I moved all three of them back to my exhibit.

As we began the tour, she said, "Kelly, you have made Lindsay look glorious." I thanked her, but she dismissed my self-effacing politeness and said she was serious. She spent a lot of time looking at the group shots, finally turning to Yana and whispering something to her that I could not hear as she looked at the one that featured Yana's nipple so prominently. Yana gasped. Jeni admired the next series too, tearing away just enough to lean back toward Tom over my shoulder as she kept her eyes on the photo of him and Amy. "She's in orgasm, isn't she?" she asked him.

"Uh," he said. That's my boy. A gorgeous six-foot-two-inch blonde in heels and a short skirt asks him if the photo of him and a lover has captured her at the moment of climax, and he gets all eloquent.

Jeni scrutinized every other image, casting an appraising eye over each. At the last, she said something to Yana again that made her gasp again. And Yana does not embarrass. At all, as far as I know.

Finally, Jeni stopped in front of her portrait. Letting go of our hands, she moved from one side to the other, stepping back and crossing her arms under her breasts as she looked at herself. "Kelly," she said, dropping her arms to put them around me, "I absolutely love it. I must have it. Is it for sale?" Her lips curled into a pretty smile.

"Only with the model's permission," I laughed, as if she didn't know it was hers for the taking.

"I don't think that will be a problem. How many pictures have you taken of me?"

"About a thousand."

"Please," she murmured, kissing me like a lover again. "Take one thousand more."

She stopped at my self-portrait. "And is this for sale?"

I demurred. "I hadn't thought..."

"I offer one 8x10 view camera with a Hasselblad thrown in," she smiled.

"Jeni, that's too much."

That smile denied any further objection. "Deliver it with my portrait, please," she concluded lightly.

Squeezing my hand with love, she let me go, wet and torn, back to Tom and Yana. Both followed her with their eyes as she and the entourage undulated back and forth among my photos, commenting to one anther on each, pointing to favorites, especially the ones of Yana. Heads pivoted from image to model and back.

"I think they like you," I whispered as I kissed her ear.

She laughed, her eyes on Jeni. Then she turned and hugged me. "You're wet, aren't you?"

"Yeah!"

"I am too. Her kisses are..." She sighed. Tri-lingual, and a kiss from Jeni left her speechless.

I was leaning against Tom, still holding Yana's hand when Lindsay and Jan arrived. They were holding hands too but dropped them when they saw us. They looked guilty. Both of them. Lindsay was wearing black slacks and a jacket. Jan looked much the same. They weren't even as dressed up as Tom. Neither looked comfortable about being there either.

I moved away from Tom and Yana to lead Lindsay and Jan through the exhibit. Moving as one, we stopped long at the Lindsay series. Jan turned to look at Yana when they got to the next set, whispering something to Lindsay that I could not catch, but Lindsay's eyes shot over to Yana for a brief moment. As we stopped in front of Jeni's portrait, I crossed my arms under my breasts just as she had done.

Jan asked Lindsay if she knew her.

"Yeah, we both fucked her," I answered, dropping my arms and leaving them gaping at the photo.

I shouldn't have said that. I was drunk. I was wet from a lesbian's kiss. My former girlfriend had come to my senior exhibit holding hands with another woman.

"The pictures are all really good, Kelly," Lindsay said. "Even the ones of me. I'm glad you talked me into letting you show them."

Jan mumbled something about thinking they were nice too. She's so articulate.

"Thank you." God, I sounded so formal. "I'm so glad you like them."

"You're really good, Kelly. More than I understood. You need to take that scholarship. Seeing your stuff on display—seeing "me—"on display" she gave a little shudder, "—well, you're just really talented." She looked over my shoulder at Yana. Her brown eyes were impossible to read.

I nodded. She wasn't going to kiss me. Fucking Jeni had kissed me and made me wet in front of Tom and Yana and Ethan and the whole Fine Arts Department, but my former girlfriend? No. No, can't kiss me. No, no, no.

"Thank you both for coming," I said, holding my head high.

They stayed long enough for the moment to become tense. Lindsay took Jan's hand again and they made their way to the door.

I followed, not meaning to stop them. Not going with them. Just being rid of them. A stunningly dressed older woman stopped them before they got to the door, seeming to recognize Lindsay, and spoke briefly to her before handing her a business card.

I turned away once they were out the door. Ethan caught me again. "Kelly," he said, "I was going to ask you to join me for a drink after the exhibit ends, but I see now I have way too much competition."

"No, Ethan, you have no competition at all," I smiled back, just as charmingly. He'd graduated me. I graduated him.

He laughed charmingly. "This is Elizabeth," he introduced me to the woman who had given her card to Lindsay. "The agent I spoke to you about."

"I was hoping to you call in the morning," I told her as we shook hands. "I'm excited to think about showing more of my work."

"I'm anxious to help you do so," she told me. "Let's go have a look, shall we?"

Once more, I led a tour of my senior project. Amy and Karl were viewing the images as we walked up, with Karl agape at how beautiful his girlfriend looked in my photographs. I was so proud of them, of her, of everything. I introduced Amy and Karl to Elizabeth, who ran appraising eyes over Amy. Her eyes flicked to the photographs as she identified her from them.

"Are you interested in modeling professionally," Elizabeth asked.

Amy shook her head and laughed. She really wasn't.

"Pity," said Elizabeth as she put away the card she had ready to offer Amy. I let Elizabeth examine the rest of my show without my lead. I bit my lip nervously as she appraised each and every one. When she finally returned, she smiled broadly.

"We'll make money together, Kelly. You have a marvelous eye. The tall blonde in the chair alone could bring thousands."

Thousands? Oh, puh-lease. Really?

"Not for sale, I'm afraid," I told her. The model is adamant that the release is for this show only."

Elizabeth smiled, condescendingly, I thought. "We'll talk. And while I don't handle models myself, I do like to put good ones in touch with the photographers I represent. You have at least four I would love to see do more work. We'll talk," she repeated. Making her way back to Ethan, the two of them put their heads close in private conversation

Twirling, I left her behind and went in search of my boyfriend and my girlfriend.

Tom welcomed me back into his arms. I kissed him and told him I loved him.

"I love you too, Kelly."

Yana joined us, hugging tightly, kissing Tom and then me.

"Let's get out of here," I said. The gallery was quickly emptying, closing time having come and gone. Had two hours passed so quickly?

The three of us went outside. Tom lifted me into the Jeep, and I moved over to make room for Yana, by half sitting on the cushion on the overturned bucket between the seats as he closed the door for us.

Once out of the parking lot, I flopped over and began to unbutton Tom's jeans. We were in love. We'd both earned our degrees. Life was about to change for us, but just then I needed to be loved. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and lifted him from his pants. He was getting hard already. I let go of him long enough to unbutton my dress and slip down my panties, kicking them free with Yana's help. Her soft hands caressed my legs as I turned to Tom again and took his cock into my mouth. My lips closed over him as I wrapped my tongue around the shaft. I lifted my head, then plunged it back down onto him. I hollowed my cheeks with each upsweep of my head, pulling the skin of him as I did, easing as I brought my face down again.

I twisted my body on the bucket, half lying on it, half falling off of it. Yana's fingers were moving between my legs, slipping into me as I sucked him. I lifted onto my left hip and raised my right leg and let it fall completely open across her lap, needing their touch, wanting it.
I don't know how Tom drives while having his dick sucked, but he does. Fortunately, we didn't have far to go. I wanted to fuck. Yana did too. She kissed my neck and shoulders, caressing my hips and thighs as I sucked Tom's cock.

Keywords: Exhibit, Kelly's, Senior,

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