Picture Perfect by Evangeline Anderson Read Free Book Online

there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing I could do but spread my legs and let him in, nothing but open myself and let him fuck me.

    “Kurt,” I murmured, and there was a pleading in my tone that made him stop.

    “Sorry,” he whispered. “I won’t. You know I won’t, Mel. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

    “That’s okay,” I told him, kissing him softly. “I just…want to be careful. That’s all.”

    “All right.” He kissed me back and then Lisa was calling for a new position.

    “This one is called the plow,” she explained, when she had me on my back with Kurt kneeling in front of me. I had my legs over his shoulders and I was looking up into his eyes, wondering what was next. As it turned out, she just had us hold the pose for a short while because it was, as she said, “hard to fake.” “It’s good for deep penetration,” she explained. “Makes the woman feel utterly dominated because the man takes total control. But unfortunately, there’s no way to hide the fact that Kurt isn’t really inside you.”

    I wondered if she was waiting for us to volunteer to do those penetration shots, but if so, she would be waiting a long time. We were already going a lot further than I had ever planned on going, and that would be just a step too far, in my opinion.

    We did a few more variations on the man-on-top position, one with me laying at the end of the bed and Kurt standing over me as though ready to penetrate me, which Lisa called the “stand and deliver,” and another, rather uncomfortable pose where I was supporting my body on my shoulder blades and heels with my ass high in the air. This was the “modified missionary” and I had an ache in my lower back when we were finished taking pictures of it. I wondered briefly what was left for the contortionist couple Lisa was calling in if she had me doing poses like that.

    Through it all, Kurt and I continued to touch in the most intimate way, his cock rubbing casually against my open pussy, but never quite entering me, as we tried position after position. It was getting to be more than I could stand, although it didn’t seem to bother him. Every once in a while, if the position allowed, he would reach out and cup my breasts, playing with my sensitive nipples until I moaned. Lisa didn’t tell him to do it but she didn’t discourage it, either, and since I knew it would make for a better, more passionate shot, I didn’t object. I just bit my lip and let him touch me, knowing that I wanted his hands all over my body almost as much as he wanted to put them there. It was wrong, but it was still only simulated sex, I comforted myself. After all, it wasn’t like we were fucking for real. His cock wasn’t really even inside me -- just sliding against me. And letting Kurt rub his hard shaft against my swollen folds while he stroked my breasts and pinched my nipples in order to get the perfect picture wasn’t such a big deal. Was it?

    Before I could answer that question, Lisa called for a break.

    Kurt and I separated reluctantly, and both of us put our robes back on and sat on the side of the bed, drinking water from plastic squeeze bottles and trying to pretend we hadn’t just spent the last hour breaking the unspoken rules we’d spent the last five years trying frantically to not to break.

    “You two are doing great now that you’re all warmed up,” Lisa said, patting my knee and smiling. “In fact, I like the two of you together so much, I want to ask you for a little something extra. What do you say?”

    Kurt and I looked at each other uncertainly. “Well,” I said at last when it became clear he wasn’t going to speak up. “What exactly does a ‘little something extra’ involve?”

Chapter Six

    “The first chapter of the book is all about preparing your lover for sex,” Lisa explained, taking a pull from her plastic water bottle and adjusting her thick glasses on her nose. “I was going to use some of the shots of Kurt