The Model Teacher: Part One

Lily Labeau phoned her photography teacher with a bullshit excuse. She needed to skip class for that party everyone was talking about. Celeste Star answered and offered her a private lesson the next morning instead. Lily agreed, figuring she'd deal with the hangover later. At seven a.m. sharp she pressed the doorbell, stomach turning. Celeste opened up wearing a black silk robe that barely stayed shut. She handed Lily the camera without a word. Lily looked around the empty studio. "Who's modeling?" Celeste dropped the robe. Her body caught the light, bare and deliberate. "I am." Lily laughed, nervous and tight. She lifted the camera anyway. Head shots first. Celeste stepped closer after the fifth click, examining the screen. Her voice stayed calm while she corrected angles and framing. Then she cupped her own breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers until they stood hard. Lily shot tighter, heart knocking. Celeste nodded approval. She lay back on the chaise and widened her thighs a fraction. "Now this." Lily froze for a second, then focused through the lens. The first few frames captured Celeste's smooth pussy. The next asked for more. Lily pulled the camera down. "I can't. I'm not comfortable with that." Celeste smiled like she expected it. "Fine. Stick to the breasts then." She moved behind Lily, peeled off her student's top, and ran fingertips over her ribs. Lily shivered. Celeste's mouth found her shoulder, then her neck, and finally her lips. Tongues met, slow and careful at first. Lily melted back into her. Celeste slid the rest of her clothes to the floor and eased her onto the couch. She parted Lily's thighs and traced the wet seam with two fingers, then lowered her mouth and licked until Lily gasped. Lily returned the favor, tasting her teacher for the first time, tongue moving in quick circles. Celeste shifted them into position, legs interlocking, bodies pressed tight. She rocked her hips, showing Lily how to grind clit against clit. The friction built fast, sweat slick between them. They came together, muscles locked, breathing ragged. Celeste rolled onto her back, pulling Lily's hips over her face. Lily leaned forward and buried her tongue again while Celeste sucked and flicked. Their second orgasms hit harder, hips jerking, voices cracking. Sweat cooled on skin. The camera sat forgotten on the table beside them.