Inseparable: A New Adult Erotic Romance (11 page)

She was amazed when she browsed the pictures she had just taken. She’d never realized what a huge difference a good camera and professional lighting made to the quality of the pictures. She’d taken a photography class one time when it was offered for free at the community college, but she’d only had access to a point and shoot camera then. The pictures had come out well enough in her opinion, but these were like looking at a magazine. She spent the morning and afternoon experimenting with different settings and lighting configurations, always going back to review them on the larger computer screen.

Eventually she had a few really clear, high resolution images that showed her work off at its best, including good close-ups of the smaller details, so she opened up the browser and started working on her posting. She figured out how to upload the pictures and wrote out the description of her services using the notes she took when she had browsed the other postings earlier. At last, the final tweak was done and she clicked to post her ad with a smile.

She realized she hadn’t even showered yet, so she quickly jumped in Jack’s bathroom. As far as she was concerned, the apartment was still Jack’s alone, so she hadn’t moved over any clothes or other personal items, preferring to carry a small overnight bag with her necessities. Unfortunately, she was so excited to get started she had forgotten to pack something clean to wear in her bag the last time she was home.

She got a white button-down shirt from his closet and a pair of his boxer briefs to wear, holding the shirt up to take deep breaths of his scent before putting it on. It made her feel sexy when she looked at herself in the mirror, straight damp hair hanging down her face, open shirt with the curves of her breasts visible, the too-large boxer briefs sitting low on her hips. She got a wicked idea.

She moved all the camera equipment back into the living room, pushed the coffee table away from the couch, and draped a white sheet over the couch and floor to give a solid background. After she positioned the light and diffuser to offer softer indirect light, she put the camera on top of the computer case and aimed it at the couch. She couldn’t figure out how to focus or trigger the camera remotely, so she plugged the camera back into the USB cable. The little screen helpfully offered the option to make the camera available as a storage device or a camera. She clicked "camera" on the menu and started looking on the computer for an app to use it.

She found a simple app to take pictures and record videos from an external camera, and was delighted to see a high definition picture of herself on the preview screen when she launched it. As she worked with the camera to focus on a particular spot, she would sit to see what it looked like in the preview window of the app. Once she figured out how to use the delay timer in the application, she started playing with poses and shooting different angles.

It was making her so hot imagining him looking at pictures of her, especially with him unable to do anything about it. She began planning what she was going to do as she experimented with the setup.

She got the candles from the bedroom that he had used their first night, then turned off the lights in the room and lit them to set the right mood. She started off with demure shots of her sitting against the couch, her legs bent to offer strategic views of her thighs, stomach and the curve of her hips. The combination of her trim body wearing his shirt and underwear made the images sizzle.

After having taken a few pictures, she became a bit more daring, using the camera to focus on smaller areas to bring out details like the light hairs on her arms and stomach, the shadow inside her navel, a delicate close-up of one erect nipple peeking out from around the edge of his shirt.

The low light, shadows and high definition images were a magical combination as she felt herself begin to moisten his briefs. When she checked, she could see she had leaked enough to create a damp spot, so she decided to take a picture of that too.

Julie put the camera on the ground in front of her covered mons, sitting with her hips angled out and feet tucked close. After framing the shot carefully, she made sure to leave just the impression of her labia against the loose fabric. Men were lucky, she thought, they could inspect themselves anytime they wanted. Women had to sit in uncomfortable poses with mirrors to actually see what they looked like. She was torn between arousal and curiosity as she moved the fabric to see herself in the monitor for the first time.

The barest hint of her inner lips peeked out of her slit as she realized this was probably the clearest she’d ever seen her own mons and vulva. She’d used a hand mirror in the past, but that was nothing like this high definition view. On the monitor she watched her fingers open her outer lips, sliding in her clear, thick emission. The slick fluid made beaded strings when she moved her fingers as she took another picture, but wished she had polished her nails first.

She was fascinated by how her inner lips looked and felt as she ran her fingers along and between them. They were so soft, so smooth, almost like the skin on the inside of her mouth. Her nub was standing up hard, demanding attention, but she ignored it to trace around her opening as she clicked the mouse over and over. "How the hell does a baby get out of that?" she wondered aloud, remembering that unless something happened to prevent it, she’d be finding out in a few months. She sighed, pushing the thought away, taking more pictures as she played with herself.

She was finding it harder to ignore her need for release, so she finally reached for her overnight bag and dug around until she found the slender wand vibrator she loved. In the monitor it looked much bigger than it felt. She clicked to start recording a video as she turned on the smooth, white toy.

She really wanted to see what her orgasm looked like. Again, men had the advantage in being able to watch their own pleasure easily. It had been so hot watching him stroke himself slowly to release, and she had been astonished at the way he had erupted, shooting his seed clear across the bed. She focused on that image as she ran the vibrating tip above and around her swollen nub. The sensation pushed her quickly toward her release as she tried to force herself to stay open and still. The release came over her as she held her breath, gasping as it pulsed through her and left her feeling weak.

After she recovered for a moment, she stopped the recording, and then scooted close to the computer screen. She closed the video application and clicked on the file it had created. She hadn’t realized the monitor had speakers until she heard the quiet hum of the vibrator and soft sounds of her wet fingers. She couldn’t look away, totally absorbed by her own pleasure.

She saw herself moving slowly, the tip of the wand touching her nub, to finally go down to her opening, sliding back and forth as she increased the pace. When her moment finally arrived, she watched as both her opening and the puckered hole below it squeezed tight, her gasp coming out of the speakers. Her whole sex began to squeeze and relax rhythmically, quickly at first, then slowing as her release passed.

When she finally regained her composure, she whispered, "That is so freaking cool."  She rewound the video to watch it again and again, her hand moving unnoticed to rest on her stomach.

She started putting the pictures into some kind of order, deleting the duplicates and out of focus shots. Arranged in her way it looked as good as any professional set of pictures she’d seen online. As she was uploading them to her Google drive, she considered how to torment Jack with them. When they finished uploading she was careful to delete them off the computer and camera.

Jack had sent a reply to her email the night before encouraging her to follow through with her plan and sharing his aches and pains. In her reply she included a link to the craigslist ad for him to see what she'd done and attached the picture of her wearing his shirt and underwear, leaning against the couch with her fingertips at her lips.

While she browsed around her favorite sites listening to Pandora, she imagined his reaction when he saw her picture with a grin. In moments she had a reply from him with a single word, "More!"

She attached two more pictures, one that showed her nipple peeking around the edge of his shirt and another with her vulva pressed against the fabric of his underwear. She wrote, "You get one more each day if you're a good boy. Goodnight!"

When she returned to browsing, she barely read one story before his reply interrupted her. "I lasted fifteen seconds..." he wrote making Julie clap and laugh as she read it. "I also
love
the ad and the pictures of the girls' room. Good luck!"

"I miss you, Baby." she sent, then turned off the monitor to go to bed.

T
he next morning when Julie checked her email there was a message in it from a Bonnie Baker. She identified herself as a decorator and asked for a call back to discuss a little girls’ playroom she was decorating. Julie danced around in Jack’s shirt, sliding barefoot around the living room, chanting "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Ordinarily on Saturday mornings she’d work her regular table at the flea market selling items she bought cheaply at the pawn shop, before going in to work at Bigger Bounce in the afternoons. She decided to take the morning off and treat herself to a manicure and pedicure to celebrate. As she trimmed and polished her nails, she listened to her favorite Pandora rock and dance stations on the computer, enjoying being free from nausea for a change.

She returned the camera to the pawn shop on the way to work, happy to get the expensive item out of her hands in good shape. She waited until the afternoon before calling Bonnie back to avoid looking totally desperate.

"Baker Creative, This is Bonnie."

"Hi, my name is Julie Polk and you asked me to call you."

"Hi Julie, thanks for calling me back. Listen, I have a client that wants a mural painted in her kids’ playroom. I saw your listing on craigslist and it looks exactly like what she wants. Can you tell me what you are looking for and what your availability is?" Julie couldn’t answer for a moment, sitting with her mouth open as she realized who the client might actually be.

"Uh, sure, Bonnie. The last one I did took about two days and I charged $300 for my time plus the cost of the supplies, which ran around $50. I have a day job that includes the weekends, but most Mondays and Tuesdays will be free over the next couple of weeks, plus some limited availability in the evenings."

"Excellent. The family will actually be gone on vacation the first part of next week, so if you could do it while they are away that would be perfect. I will be with you the whole time, so you don’t have to worry about working alone in their home."

Julie could hardly believe she was getting hired so quickly. "OK, it’s a deal. I’ll put you down for Monday and Tuesday at least. I expect half up front and reimbursement for the supplies, which I’ll pick up myself. May I stop by to meet you and give you the receipt tonight or tomorrow?"

"That will be fine, I totally understand. Please bring both the receipt and supplies if you don’t mind and I’ll bring them with me on Monday when I meet you at their home."

"I’ll give you a call once I have the materials. Do you have another number where I can reach you?"

"I’ll send you that along with the contract I need signed. Can I get your address and Social Security Number?" Julie provided her with the information and when she got off the phone let out a huge, relieved sigh.

After leaving work at Bigger Bounce, Julie went by Jack’s apartment to change clothes and borrow the money for the supplies from his emergency fund. Once she gathered what she needed from the art supply store, she called Bonnie who surprised her by asking if she could buy Julie dinner. They agreed to meet at a local bistro Julie had never heard of, but eventually found. She left the supplies in the trunk of her car while she went inside.

The small dining room only had about ten tables. Julie scanned the room looking for a woman who fit the sound of the voice on the phone. A woman stood and Julie’s eyes met those of a middle-aged woman with a short, wedge style haircut and expensive business casual skirt and top set.  Julie immediately realized two things; that she had underdressed for dinner and that she had underbid her work significantly.

Bonnie smiled and Julie saw something odd in the expression. It brought to mind the relaxed, predatory gaze of a lioness scenting her prey. Suddenly, she realized a third thing. Bonnie was a lesbian.

Julie had been with women before, but didn’t really identify herself that way. The first time was her only experience with a threesome. She allowed an old boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend to talk her into it, and she had to admit it opened her to the possibilities. The rest were occasional one night stands instigated by women who found her attractive when she’d been out drinking. While they had all been satisfying in their own ways, she simply preferred sex with men.

Julie was immediately worried that this twist might complicate things a bit because she really needed the work and couldn’t afford to give Bonnie an excuse to hire someone else. On the other hand, playing grab-ass with an older woman all week didn’t really appeal to her either. She took a deep breath, smiled her winningest smile, and walked over to introduce herself.

"Hi Bonnie, I’m Julie."

Bonnie took Julie’s extended hand firmly, but rather than shaking it, she ran her thumb along its back and held it tight. "It is a real pleasure meeting you," she said. She stood a little too close and kept glancing at Julie’s lips.

"Likewise," Julie said, pulling her hand away to sit down on the opposite side of the table. After they sat, Bonnie tried to order wine for them both before Julie interrupted to say that she didn’t drink alcohol, ordering a club soda instead.

"I have to tell you I was impressed by both the artwork and the photography in your ad. Who did you use for the shots?"

"I did that as well," she said, pleased by the compliment. "I had to borrow the equipment, but I set up the lighting and shots myself."