Amelia touches herself for Elliott

May felt her heart race at the compliment, a rush of warmth spreading through her, even as she held onto the threads of her jealousy. “Thanks, but I think I’m just not quite ready for that kind of exposure,” she replied, her voice a little shaky.

Elliott nodded, understanding, but the playful spark in his eyes didn’t fade. “No pressure, just a thought. But watching you two together? That’s a masterpiece in itself.”

As Amelia continued to shift and pose, May found herself feeling oddly drawn to the artistic process, the way Elliott transformed their reality into something beautiful on the canvas.

Amelia’s movements became more fluid, more intentional. Her fingertips brushed over her skin, tracing delicate lines as if she were guiding Elliott’s eyes, his brush. The air seemed to thicken. She stretched herself out. “You like this, don’t you?” she teased. But the words weren’t for her artist alone; she glanced at him first, and then at May, who felt rooted to her spot on the couch. May couldn’t tear her gaze away. She wondered if this was the freedom she had been looking for when she had kicked over her bike and stormed out of the apartment the day before.

“Show off a little more,” Elliott said.

With a laugh, Amelia let her hands wander further. “You mean like this?” she said, lightly touching her collarbone, then trailing her fingers down to her waist. They paused there for only a second before her fingers spidered their way down her pelvis. “Or like this?” Then her hand was over her pussy, rubbing slow, gentle circles. May’s tongue felt like it was twice as large as it had been only moments ago. Amelia groaned, leaning her head back against the floor and biting her lip.

“Just like that,” said Elliott.

Amelia was almost humming as she played with herself. Her fingers were deft and quick, first satisfying her clit and then inching down. Then she was pushing them into herself, cooing with pleasure as her friend and her artist watched. For one moment May wondered how Elliott would capture all this. It was about the mood more than the moment, she thought. Amelia gasped and twitched.