Getting Her Back

Over and over and over I roll my hips down into the floor, thoroughly fucking myself. I can feel myself approaching the edge, and this time there’s nothing to hold me back. Closer and closer until I am so close that I’m whining with the pleasure. I roll my hips in a circle and thrust down and that’s the end of it. I fall over the edge into exquisite pleasure, shaking and gasping, my hips reflexively still moving, still taking pleasure where they can find it.

My arms can’t hold me anymore and I let myself collapse to the floor, blue cock buried to the hilt inside of me. I take a few moments to breathe, come back to myself. I look up at the computer and see Christian’s mouth hanging open. Laughing shakily, I say, “I like your cock even when it’s not you.”

“That was un-fucking–believable,” he says.

“I was hoping you would say that.”

He shakes his head slowly. “I just don’t understand why.”

I raise myself off the floor, removing the dildo and coming closer to the computer again. “I wanted to surprise you,” I say. “You’ve done some things that have taken me off guard, and I was tired of feeling like the only person who didn’t know what was going on.”

“Well, you really did surprise me.”

I laughed softly. “How’s the load-bearing beam coming?”

Christian shakes his head. “Sorry, wasn’t expecting the change of subject. It’s going okay. I think I’ve isolated the problem, and I hope to have it fixed tomorrow. Saturday at the latest.”

“Still planning to be home on Sunday?”

“Yes,” he says, eagerly. “Yes, I am, and I’m lamenting the fact that I’m not fucking you for a while.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Let’s not get carried away.”

Christian laughs, and it’s so loud that it echoes through the room, even on speakers. “You just fucked yourself on a dildo made from my cock and made me watch, and me wanting to fuck you is getting carried away?”

“Maybe. Besides, we’re both busy.”

Christian nods. “Art class. How’s it going so far?”

“Good, I think. The first week is just still life, and those aren’t that hard. I’ll finish up what I have tomorrow, and then we’ll be on to life drawing. A lot harder, but it’s also a lot more interesting.”

Christian steps out of the frame of the camera for a moment, and when he steps back he has a towel wrapped around his waist. He uses another towel to finish cleaning himself off. “Are you going to let me see what you’ve been working on?”

The thought makes me freeze up, my instinct is to say no. But that’s not necessarily fair, so I try to hold back my wince as I say, “Maybe.”

“You know as well as I do that I’m not an art critic,” he says. “I’m sure whatever you’re working on is beautiful.”

“Thanks, but I’ll be more comfortable hearing that once the workshop is over.” I yawn and stretch. After an orgasm like that, I might just take an evening nap. “I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sooner rather than later,” he says. “Goodnight, Audrey.”

“Goodnight.”

12

At the end of our class on Friday, I’m pretty pleased with the still life that I managed to draw. In fact, everyone seems generally happy with their work.

Mr. Prince makes a final circle around the room, giving a few tips and pointers, and also compliments. “Next week,” he says, “we’ll be starting life drawing. Unfortunately, the subject I usually use for these classes is unavailable. Due to the late notice, I can’t go through traditional casting processes. If any of you know someone who would be able to pose for our class, please let me know. Dismissed.”

I turn to grab my bag and see that Christian is leaning in the doorway. I freeze because my worlds are clashing a little bit. A second later, I’m glad they have. I can’t think of anything that would be more perfect. I approach Mr. Prince, and wait while he finishes talking to another student. When he’s finished, he spots me waiting. “Yes, Miss Audrey?”

“I have someone who can pose.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Really? They’re available on short notice?”

“Yes they are.”

“And they are comfortable posing in the nude?”

“It won’t be a problem,” I assure him.

He smiles. “Well then, I look forward to seeing both him and you on Monday.”

“See you then,” I say, heading toward the door. I gather my things, and he waits for me, smiling.

“So I signed you up for something,” I say.

“Oh?”

“You may not be a fan of it, but you can consider it repayment for everything you made me do this week.”

His jaw drops. “Made you do?”

“Yes, made me do.”

He looks hesitant but he still gives me a small smile. “Okay. What will I be doing as penance?”

“The life drawing model for next week dropped out suddenly.”

“And you volunteered me as a replacement?” He raises an eyebrow.