Through rose-coloured lenses

After the bath water had gone beyond the bearable side of lukewarm, the pair of them got out and dried each other. The air, even inside, was losing its comfortable summer temperatures, just as the leaves were turning red and yellow. Yet, neither one wanted to be the one that suggested, perhaps, that clothes were a necessary part of existence. So instead they cuddled up under a blanket in the lounge, watching netflix shows and anime while the world outside kept its work and office jobs. It was a certain kind of heaven, to just laze around as a clothes-less couple at comfort in the confines of having nothing required of them. Sometimes they played with each other. Sometimes they slipped in an out of each other. Sometimes they just lounged side by side and napped in the radiating warmth of their equalised body heat. Ms Jay would drift in bearing snacks. One source of entertainment would wear thin, only to be replaced by another. All the while each second that ticked by was another they had scandalously utilised away from school. Was there any truer victory?

At some point during the proceedings Mark was laid back upon the couch with Stacy’s head in his lap. His cock was blessed with the silken touch of her freshly washed hair, but was resting lightly against her ear, the girl for once showing no particular need to devour or tug at it. He was absent-mindedly flicking at one of her nipples, but not with any particular rhythm or regularity. Some day-time television drama flickered in the background, but neither particularly cared for it, nor felt irritated enough to turn it off. A flashing camera in one of it’s scenes set off a track of thought for the teenage boy though, resulting in the statement:

“It’s another placement day tomorrow, huh?”

Stacy grunted, non committedly, in that way of hers. But offered no further comment.

“How’s yours going?” He tried again, realising he had never actually quite got to the bottom of what she did all day at ‘Tom Banks’ Sale insurance Ltd’...he assumed ‘make coffee’ was a significant portion of it.

“Pretty good…” She mumbled, still sounding uninterested. “I think everybody there’s starting to like me a bit more… they keep coming back to me for help, anyway…”

Mark guessed that was the best he was going to get… He knew her dad had set up the arrangement, and that guy could bore the ice caps back to frozen.

“I’ve been thinking about mine…” He started, wondering how to approach this. “The owner, Monica, is this really cool chick about twenty-something. She’s taught me masses about camera settings and light levels and stuff already but… But she’s never actually let me come along when she’s doing a photo-shoot.”

Stacy turned her head, interest piqued by the fact that there was clearly something Mark wanted to discuss here. However this also meant she had a penis now bumping against her lips, so had to offer only a raised eyebrow as encouragement to go on, while her mouth attended to other things.

“And she keeps calling me ‘virgin’... which I think she means in relation to my inexperience in photography or whatever… but I think is also to do with… the kind of photography she makes most of her revenue out of.”

The girl in his lap smiled a little at the ‘virgin’ comment, perhaps proudly thinking: ‘Not any more, I saw to that!’, but she let him continue unfolding at his own pace.

“Like… I met some of her clients, and they’re all these really sexy babes, like actual strippers and stuff. So I think maybe she does, like, promo material for their webpages and modelling agencies and stuff. And maybe she thinks I wouldn’t be able to handle that… Y’know I’d freak out and be all err… unprofessional… or something.”

Stacy chucklingly thought back to how he had reacted to the first few times he’d seen her naked and thought he’d probably hit the nail on the head in regard to this Monica’s assumptions. Mark was looking thoughtful though, and went on with his process.

“See, as much as I’ve always liked taking pictures… I’ve never really buckled down and thought about what I was doing. Never found myself interested enough to really stop and find the perfect angle… until recently… But all the pictures I put in my portfolio to show her were… older ones, because all my newer shots are really… only of one subject… including some ones I’m actually really quite proud of…”

Now it came clear to Stacy just what the boy was asking. She grinned at the roundabout, gentlemanly way he’d felt he had to go about it.

“You want to show her the website, don’t you?”

The boy looked startled to be so quickly caught out, he scratched the back of his head and shrugged.

“Well yeah… I mean no… not the whole website… but a few choice pics maybe…?”

Stacy laughed, bouncing the boy’s cock up on her tongue.

“No, I think that’s a great idea! Show her the whole lot! I think your photos of me are amazing! They catch every aspect of our adventures! If she works with actual strippers and the like I doubt a few snaps of cum-covered me are going to faze her. Show her your masterpieces! I’d love to know whether she thinks I have a modelling career ahead of me as well!”

Mark looked down at her and grinned. Well, that was permission given then.