Noa changes her mind, but not like Reese expects

"So... umm..." Noa blushed. "I know you're the artist and whatever, but I kind of... have my own idea for what I wanna do..."

"Oh?" Reese sat beside her. They smiled. "Tell me."

"I'd rather, umm... show you, if that's okay." She rapped her fingers on her thighs. "Umm..." She snorted. "Sorry, this is -- it's different."

"In a bad way?" Reese swallowed.

"No, just... different!" She giggled nervously. "Just, y'know, I've never taken a -- a nude. Although I guess this is classier than that?" She shrugged. "And it's like -- it sounds really fun, I just wanna, y'know..."

"We can do it some other time," Reese suggested. They looked completely unbothered. "Honestly, if you're not 100% up to it I would rather not take it."

Noa removed her beanie and slid it over her face. "You're not listening to meeeee," she groaned, pressing her hat down. When she pulled it away she was blushing, looking rather serious. "I'm not saying I don't want to do it, you doof."

"Then --"

"I'm saying I want to do it on my own terms." She rested her hands on her stomach and looked back up at the ceiling.

"Oh."

Noa played with her beanie. "Yeah." She huffed. "Reese..."

Reese caressed her arm. "Yeah?" they asked, softly, tenderly.

"You should get your camera."

Reese's ears would have perked up, if they could have. "Oh. Yeah?"

"Go get iiiit," Noa playfully slapped Reese's arm with her beanie. "Noooow."

Reese hopped off the bed and, after a quick glance at the supine Noa, went to their office.

---

When Reese returned they found Noa sitting up, playing with her flannel shirt. She kicked back and forth, bringing her dangling feet against the side of the bed. "Hey," she said, wearing an easy smile.

"Hey," Reese replied, resting the camera against their hip. "Umm..."

"Umm..." Noa sighed. "So, I've kind of changed my mind."

"Oh," Reese said, "that's okay! Thank you for even --"

Noa put her hand up. She was blushing. "I, umm, I said I changed my mind, not that I don't want to do it."

"But --"

"Reese." She chewed her lower lip, looking a little pensive, looking very much like the sensitive indie kid she was at heart, just like Reese was, and for a moment Reese wished they could take a picture now. They wanted to preserve this moment in amber. Then Noa looked up and Reese snapped to attention. "I, umm... I want you to... to film me..."

She was the headlight, Reese the deer. "Oh. Oh." They coughed. "Umm -- are you sure? You don't have to --"

"I want to," Noa said, voice firm and sure. "I, umm... I got an idea at work, and I was thinking about it all day, and even though I made myself really anxious about it I also realized that, umm... that I really want to do it. Not just for you -- even though, like... c'mon, I like teasing you." She giggled. "But it's for me, too. Maybe it's mostly for me."

"Yeah?" Reese sidled up next to her on the bed. Their hand found hers and squeezed.

She squeezed back. "Yeah. I think I need this, in a weird way."

Reese was quiet for a second. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now. Maybe later, okay?"

"Okay."

She smiled. "So... I'd even thought about, umm, sending you out of the room and doing it myself."

"Do you think you'll be... uncomfortable?"

Noa snickered. "You know I've sucked your dick, right?"

Reese nodded, face red as a beet.

"No, I was thinking of doing it myself so I could, umm, surprise you..."

"Oh." Reese bit their lower lip. "I mean..." They sighed, trying to calm themself down. "I could show you how to operate the equipment..."

Noa grinned. "Oh, you're totally on board with this, aren't you?"

"Maybe."

"You are!"

Reese rolled their eyes, trying and failing to look cool. "Okay, so what if I am?"

"Then I think maybe you should give me a crash course in Softcore-ology."

Reese chortled. "Okay." They hopped off the bed. "Welcome, student, to Softcore-ology 101."

Noa facepalmed. "Jesus Christ."

---

"Okay," Noa said, hugging the tripod, "get out of here!" She shooed Reese away with her foot.

Reese giggled. "You're already a total auteur."

"Whatever."

"The Stanley Kubrick of the nude."

"You are insufferable today." Noa snorted. "Actually, on that note... just a head's up: this is totally gonna be, like... well, less 2001 and more... The Room."

Reese grinned. "So, an underrated masterpiece?"

Noa paused. "Yep!" She giggled. "But seriously, get the fuck out so I can make some art." She raised her eyebrow, as if daring Reese to say something, but she couldn't maintain the stern visage for long and soon she was giggling, resting her head against the tripod.

"Sure thing, Stanley," Reese said, kissing her forehead. Noa sighed happily and pulled Reese in for a kiss on the lips. When their lips parted Reese said: "Or should I say, Tommy?"

"I've changed my mind. I don't wanna do it."

"I'm sorryyyyy."

"Then get ouuuuut."

Reese rolled their eyes. "Okay. I'll be, umm -- I'll be in the living room. Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay."

Reese headed for the door, turned, gave Noa a smile, received one in return, and left, closing the door behind them.

---

Reese was relaxing on their couch, watching one of those "Top 5 Ghosts Caught on Camera" compilations, when Noa came out of the bedroom. She was fully clothed, looking pretty much the same as before, with one key difference: where before she'd looked a little unsure of herself, a little anxious, now wore a beatific smile, totally radiant, totally at ease, walking through a sunbeam that had filtered through the window. Reese felt suddenly small.

"Here," she said, handing them the camera.

They looked up at her, blushing.

"What?" Noa was blushing, too.

"This has never happened to me before."

"Really?" Noa swayed in place.

"Mmhmm..." Reese looked at the camera. "I'm a little out of my element."

"And I'm not?" Noa giggled. "Please edit this before you send me a copy."

"Okay." Reese wore a stupid smile.

"C'mon," Noa said, offering Reese her hand.

She led them to the bedroom.

---

Reese was lying at the head of the bed, propped up by pillows. Noa was there, too, but kept herself angled so she couldn't see the camera. She had earbuds on and was watching something on her phone, looking (though perhaps not entirely convincingly) nonchalant.

Reese's heart was pounding as they slipped on their headphones and pressed play.

Noa filled the frame, shrinking as she backed away. She leaned forward and looked into the lens, gave a thumbs up, and scooted back some more. She took her phone out of her pocket, pressed her finger to the screen, and set it aside. Music began to play, just loud enough to cover up the sound of her bare feet padding across the hardwood floor. Reese recognized it: "She Looks Like the Moon" by Future Islands. Lustful crooning over synths, one of their favorite songs by one of their favorite bands... This was a deliberate choice. Reese smiled.

Noa smiled softly as she moved into the center of the frame and turned her back. She glanced over one shoulder; Reese could see that she was teasingly biting her lip. She swayed to the music for a moment, before fluidly slipping off her flannel and letting it fall to the floor.

Then, with another backward glance, Noa removed her jeans. She made a show of bringing her pants down over her thick rear, arching her back just enough to make her cheeks jiggle as they popped free of her jeans. She thrust her butt out, just enough for Reese to admire it, before taking one of her cheeks in her hand and giving it a playful squeeze.

Reese's jeans were already growing tight.

Noa bent down, offering the camera a great view of her posterior, and fully removed her jeans. She gently kicked them away. Her hands went to the bottom of her shirt; she swayed to the music, rolling her head along her shoulders, before straightening herself just long enough to pull her t-shirt up and away.

Next came the bra: Noa reached behind her back and began working the clasps. She was looking at the camera again. Looking at the viewer. As the bra slipped away Noa's breasts fell free, jiggling heavily into place. She embraced herself as she turned around. She suddenly looked very modest, though that didn't last for long: she came up to the camera, wedged her boobs between her arms, and jiggled them. She leaned back into frame, giggled, and the video abruptly went dark.

Reese was about to tell Noa what they thought about the video when it suddenly resumed.

Noa was on the bed, lying flat on her back, looking up at the camera. Reese guessed she'd managed to get the tripod to stand on the bed long enough for her to shoot more footage. She caressed herself, lovingly teasing her chest, stomach, and arms, reserving special attention for her breasts. She sighed happily as she hefted one breast up to her face. Reese watched, rapt at attention, as Noa slowly, slo-o-o-owly, teased her nipple with her tongue. Noa's cheeks flushed, but she didn't seem to care, didn't seem to think about what she was doing anymore. She seemed like she was genuinely enjoying herself.

Then she took her nipple fully between her lips and began to suck. She sighed loud enough to be heard over the music. She glanced up at the camera, smirking, as she moved to her other breast. Reese loved Noa's love for her body.

Noa's free hand snaked down her body, between her legs. She had one leg strategically angled to hide her genitalia, but the hand between her thighs betrayed enough.

She closed her eyes and let slip a litany of coos and sighs which were, of course, muffled by the globe of flesh pressed against her face. After about half a minute of oral ministration one of Noa's eyes opened and lazily turned to the camera.

Reese blushed. That was... that was really fucking hot...

Noa eventually pulled away from her breast and let it fall. She looked up at the camera and smiled coolly as she writhed, caressing herself, running her hands through her hair, seemingly lost in herself...

The last shot of the video was, perhaps unintentionally, a shot of Noa sitting up to turn off the camera. Her chest completely obscured the screen for a moment, followed by darkness.

Reese exited playback mode and set the camera on the bedside table.

Noa saw them do this. She removed her earbuds, put her phone aside, and scooted over to Reese. "Well?" she asked. "Was it... dumb?"

Reese swallowed. "I love it."

Noa smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Is it, umm... sexy?"

"Extremely."

Noa made a little noise in the back of her throat. "Really?"

"Really." Reese was beaming. "And, umm, so are you."

"Yeah?"

"Extremely." They snorted. "I'm a total dork."

"You are." She was playing with her hair.

Reese giggled. "Was it okay? Filming?" They paused. "Did you, umm, enjoy making it?"

"I did, actually." Noa played with the sleeves of her flannel. "Although I wish I was a better filmmaker."

"No, you were good!"

"Pffft. I was terrible."

"Not at all. You're a regular Tommy Wiseau."

Noa guffawed. "Fucker." She stroked Reese's thigh. "Umm... so... it was sexy, huh?"

"Mmhmm..."

Her hand migrated to their crotch. They let out a sigh as she ran her finger along the bulge tenting the fabric. "Show me..."

Reese blushed as they unzipped their jeans. They pulled their jeans down and kicked them off the bed. "Are you sure?"

Noa nodded. "Are you?"

Reese nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay." Noa's smile shrank but lost none of its warmth. "Tommy Wiseau, huh?"

Reese snorted. "Sorry."

"No, I was just --" Then she snorted, interrupting herself.

"What?"

She covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed. "No," she said, recovering, "it's so fucking stupid."

"Oh, now you have to tell me."

Noa rolled her eyes. "I was just going to say, 'So anyway, how's your sex life?'"

---

As Noa rode Reese for the second time in as many days, she seemed freer, looser, less coiled in on herself. Maybe making the video really had helped her touch something within herself she wasn't sure was there.

"Yes," she gasped, squeezing their shoulders hard enough to leave little crescent moons with her nails, "yes..."

Reese was half-sitting, half-lying, propped up by some pillows. They pulled Noa in for a kiss. Her breath was hot against their face, her tongue eager to meet theirs...

"Baby," Noa moaned, kissing along Reese's jaw, down their neck. She nibbled the base of their neck, peppered it with sloppy kisses, nibbled it again.

Reese's hands were planted firmly on Noa's hips. Noa bent back, took her breasts in her hands, and squeezed. Reese nearly came as she lifted one heavy orb up to her face, took her nipple between her lips, and sucked. She moaned with ecstasy as she serviced herself.

"Noa," Reese breathed, squeezing her hips.

Noa let her breast fall from her mouth. It slapped heavily against its twin and against her torso. "Did you... like that...?" she asked, lips turned up in a cheeky smile.

Reese nodded.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..." As if to confirm Reese took Noa's other breast in their hand and guided her forward, just enough for them to latch onto her nipple. Noa cooed happily as Reese suckled, slowing herself down so she could focus on the sensation. Reese gave her areola a few kisses before letting her settle back into a more comfortable position.

"Do you like them...?" Noa asked, planting one hand on Reese's stomach and the other on her breast.

Reese nodded, hypnotized.

"Do you like my tits?" she blushed. "My big, fat tits...?"

Reese blushed, too. Where was this coming from? They bit their lip stupidly and nodded, transfixed, watching intently as Noa, in response to their positive response, trapped her breasts between her arms and began humping Reese harder, faster, causing her chest to bounce wildly. "They're amazing," Reese muttered, squeezing Noa's hips. "I love them..."

Noa cooed. "Me too," she sighed, taking Reese in her arms, bringing herself in for a kiss.

A sharp, stinging gasp escaped Reese's lips. "Baby," they whispered, "I'm..."

Noa grinned. "Yeah?" she purred.

Reese shook their head yes. "Are you...?"

Noa put her forehead to theirs and nodded. "I'm so close, baby."

Reese blushed. "I like it when you call me that," they said, nearly under their breath.

"Yeah?" Noa made a happy noise and pulled Reese in for another kiss, then another, then another, and soon her tongue was darting in and out of their mouth, and she was pulling them tight against her, encouraging Reese to pump harder, deeper... She surrounded them: her sweat was their sweat; the ragged sighs that escaped her lips were fed into Reese's mouth and eagerly returned... They were clamped so tightly around each other, like they were both afraid the other would float away if they let go...

Noa hefted one of her breasts up to Reese's face. She gazed at them with pleading eyes, biting her lower lip, hungry for affection. Reese obliged her, wrapping their lips around her nipple and sucking, drawing gasp after moaning gasp from her lips. They helped hold her breast in place with one hand, while the other groped her buttock and squeezed. She purred happily, taking hold of the back of Reese's head and holding them in place. "Baby," she sighed, kissing the top of Reese's head, "oh, baby..."

She was close. Reese could feel it. So were they.

"Noa." Reese's voice was a ragged whisper. "I'm going to cum..."

"Me too," she whispered back. Sweat plastered strands of hair to her forehead; her face was flushed pink. She's so beautiful, Reese thought, squeezing her close against them. Noa rested her forehead against Reese's. "Let's... let's cum together..."

Their lips met once more as they came, moaning ferociously into each other's mouths until they could no longer contain themselves, only to pull back in and latch onto each other once more. They kissed until their lips chapped, until their mouths were sore, riding out a mutual orgasm that seemed to last hours.

Reese felt themself drain into Noa in their entirety, felt themself go hollow as she accepted all they could give.

When it was finally, mercifully over, when they'd both expended themselves entirely, the pair collapsed into each other, Noa on top, mashing herself against Reese, who had somehow maintained their half-sitting position. She didn't climb off of them, didn't let them pull free. She rested her head on their chest as they nuzzled the top of her head.

They found her hand, took it, squeezed it, kissed it... they just wanted to keep showing her affection, wanted to keep pleasing her, wanted to thank her for making the video, for coming over, for being alive, for everything.

Reese's free hand caressed the back of Noa's head, playing with her hair. "I guess that answers your question."

"Hmm?"

"'Anyway, how's your sex life?'"

Noa snorted into Reese's chest. "Seriously?"

"Sorry."

"You're so fucking weird."

"Is that so terrible?"

She looked up at them. "Terrible," she said, pulling them in for a kiss. "Absolutely terrible." She pulled herself up just enough for Reese's member to fall free -- they shivered at the sudden rush of cold air against the most sensitive part of their anatomy -- then brought herself back down so she could lie against them. "I like this," she said simply, matter-of-factly, tracing circles on Reese's chest.

"Me too."

"I needed it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She sighed. "I needed... you." She was blushing as she rolled off of Reese and flopped onto the bed, resting her legs across their lap. "Was I, umm, cringey?"

"No, why?"

"Just, y'know... what I said... during..." She shrugged.

"Oh, about --" Do you like my tits? My big, fat tits?

"Mmhmm."

"I, umm, I thought it was really sexy, actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Why?" She'd propped herself up on her elbow, was studying their face.

"I dunno, I just... the way you talk about your body, you just -- you seem so confident, y'know? And I like that. Especially as someone who has very little."

Noa smiled. "It's sweet that you think I have confidence."

"It just seems like it. And I like it." They blushed. "Plus, umm... it's just really hot to hear you talk about them. I dunno why, I just really, umm..." They chewed their lip. "It's just really, really great." They sighed. "Sorry. I'm bad at this."

"Don't be sorry!" She giggled. "So... you like it when I talk about my body?"

Reese nodded, wearing a sloppy, silly smile that made them feel like they were in high school again.

"You like it when I talk about my huge tits?"

"Mmhmm..."

"And my big, fat ass?"

"Yeah..." Reese's head was about to explode. They swallowed, suddenly aware that their mouth was dry.

Noa grinned. "Well, then! I'll have to keep that in mind." She winked.

Reese didn't say anything, they just sat there, looking like a fool.

She snorted. "Are you okay?"

"No," Reese said, folding their hands across their lap. "I will never be okay again."

"Awwww, poor Reese."

"Mmhmm... poor, poor Reese."

She snickered. "Too easy."

---

"...but yeah, I think the Delgados are totally underrated." Noa's glasses were back on. She was lying flat on her back by the edge of the bed, resting her head on one arm (Reese had offered her a pillow but she'd refused). The other was folded over her stomach.

"They're the band that, like, all of their albums are about cycling or something, right?" Reese was lying on their side, propping up their head, blankets pulled up around their waist. They were cold.

"Not literally, but yeah, I'm pretty sure everything is a cycling reference."

Whatever conversation lived between them died, and the room was suddenly plunged into silence.