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He ran his fingers through his black curls. He could still feel Jay’s body upon him with her full control over him. The pain was still fresh in his thighs as well as his chest, and said chest pain didn’t emanate from his nipples, either. He still had a long way left to go, a long road to hoe ahead of him.
It was the start of something new, something fresh, and albeit with those two girls on either side of him as well. He didn’t need a girlfriend, even though it was nice to have one: but these two girls could give him what he wanted without the strings behind it all. Moreover, he could give them what they wanted as well, either at the same time or together. It all worked out in a way, and one that he was unwilling to share with the other woman.
The pain was still fresh and he still needed time to make sense of it.
There had to be a way around it as he found himself in one of those shops with all the cameras and all the blank rolls of film that he could ever possibly imagine. The way out of it was through it all, and Jay had him started with the whole process of healing.
He gazed on at the row of cameras up on the shelf above his head, several of which were a thick jet-black like the helmet of curls upon his head. And yet, neither one of them spoke to him.
If only there was a way to exorcise all the ghosts from his heart and soul. If only there was a way to lick his wounds all the way and to find peace of mind for himself without having to rely on the pleasures of the flesh to do it. He still wanted the feeling within him, but he knew that he could stand on his own if he took the plunge. The way he could bleed for himself was by way of artistry of some kind, and not necessarily through his music as well.
There was a little red camera right at the end of the row, which caught his eye. That rich dark red wine color that reminded him of their lipsticks, to which he ran his tongue along his lips and he imagined the flavor of their skin upon his own. He knew that that would the one, and thus, he swiped a few rolls of film for himself as well as a tripod. It was one of those things that wormed its way through his mind to the point of obsession, and he thought about writing it down first before he did anything else: as a result, he picked up a little pad of paper and a cheap little pencil for about a buck combined.
It wasn’t the full-fledged set of photography, and he had what he had on hand. Something to help him heal and feel things pure and true to his own heart.
It helped matters that the pad of paper and the pencil were both pearlescent white to complement the dark red color of the camera. As if he was about to bleed out.
The two girls were back at the room, and he thought about asking them back to his hotel room instead to do a few photos, and maybe have the wheels in motion in his path of healing. His chest still ached, and when he walked along the sidewalk to their hotel, he could feel the slender stripe of pain in his upper thighs.
They were eager to let him back into their dual room for the morning, but before one of them could offer him a cup of coffee, he set his parcel down on the foot of the bed closest to the window. A fine line of sunlight filtered through the space between the blinds and the side of the window, but it was enough for them to see it there on the covers.
“What’s all this?” Q asked him as she ran a brush through her hair.
He unraveled the brown paper off the camera, and he took the protective black lid off the lens.
“Let me photograph you both,” he whispered.
Jay and Q glanced at one another with their mouths agape.
“I need to take both of your picture,” he explained. “I need you both in photographic form—not just for myself but for the two of you. I need you both, and I know that the two of you need me. The three of us, we’re fucked up—but there’s so much beauty in that part. Let me see you both—and I"ll show you more of me.”
Q set her brush down on the table next to the TV, and her gaze never left the shape of his face. Jay held still on the other side of the room as she took off her glasses and shook her hair about with a gyration of her head. He watched her, in particular the way that her mesh top hugged the shape of her body: it took her a second to realize that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that top, either, even with the fact that she wore a top filled with tiny holes.
She peeled off her top from the hem upwards and held it out before her as if she beheld a kerchief to him. He gaped at the sight of her; he then flashed a glimpse over at Jay, who raised an eyebrow at him as if she knew where all this was going. He returned to Q, who bore her bare breasts to him.
“Have at it, big boy,” she declared with a flick of her head back.
He parted his lips and let out a low whistle. He then opened the back of the camera and tucked a fresh roll of film into there. He pressed the power button and the red light next to the screen flickered on. He held before his face in time for Q to put her hands upon her head and push her hair atop the crown: all the while, she bore her breasts and her stomach in full form to him.
“God, you’re like Marilyn Monroe,” he noted. “With your fine hair and your slender little body.”
“A couple of bunnies here with ya, baby boy,” Jay teased him. Q puckered her lips at him and he took his first photograph. He examined the shot through the small square screen there before him, and he hoped that they all would come out well enough.
He dropped down to one knee for another photo of her, that time with her arms up on her head and her hips cocked a bit.
“Are you wearing thigh-highs, Q?” he asked her.
“As a matter of fact, I am!” she said, and she lunged for the blinds and pulled on the chain there at the side. More sunlight washed into the room, and her breasts appeared brighter and milkier than before: indeed, she wore black leggings that only extended to her knees and thigh-high black leather boots with high heels. He glanced to his right to find Jay with her robe untied, to which she let it drop onto the foot of her bed: where Q wore nothing but small black leggings and those boots, Jay had on black low-rise leather pants and a black lace bra underneath there.
“Couple of dark bunnies,” he remarked as he turned his attention to Jay and ran his fingers through his black curls yet again.
“Think: Marilyn and Bettie Page,” Q followed along as she rested her hands upon her bare nipples. Jay pressed her hands to her hips and stooped forward so he had a full view of her chest as well as most of her breasts. It was right then he realized Jay was the chestier of the two: her breasts hung down inside that fine black lace and they nearly obscured the view of her lower belly and her upper thighs. He had a shot full of Jay’s neck and chest, accentuated by the soft pale sunlight that flooded in through the window.
“Shall we share our cabooses?” Q offered.
“Oh, please do!” he proclaimed. The two of them lunged for each other, and turned around and stooped over: the black made their hips seem fuller and rounder than usual, and they peered over their shoulders at him. He then showed them a playful little smirk as he held the camera up to his face for a couple of shots.
“Let’s show him how we do things on the stage and the street,” Jay declared, and she peeled off her pants. He took the shot right as she did it; Q peeled off the leggings and he took another shot as well. They both turned to the side a bit to show him the shapes of their asses, and then very slowly, they ran their hands up the bare skin as if they were grabbing themselves.
He fanned himself with a wave of his hand, and then he took a few more of them in action. The light from the window proved to be just the right amount for him.
Jay stood before him with her breasts pointed out for a moment, and then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The camera snapped more as the bra slid down her shoulders and off her arms, and she beheld her large breasts to him, complete with those dark taut nipples.
She held her arms out on either side of her, and she shook her chest about for him.
He lunged for her with his tongue out a bit, but she swatted at his hand and wagged her finger at him.
“Don’t you dare,” she teased him.
“What’s this paper over here?” Q asked right then.
“I want to be able to make something erotic and with a plotline of sorts,” he replied to her as he ran his fingers through his black hair yet again. “Something to help me heal—well, I should say, all three of us.”
“Oh?” Jay put her arms upon her head and bore her bare breasts to him.
“Yeah. I just think of that exorcism session you did for me, Jay. I want to be able to expand on that.”
“Well, if you’re going to do that, then we should have a say in it as well,” she pointed out with a slight flash of her eyebrows.
“Of course!” he said; she had her back to the window so he could take a nice silhouette photo of her with her arms upon her head. The shape of her breasts combined with the hourglass shape of her body only made him want to touch her even more. Behind her, he saw Q lounged over the foot of the bed, and the sunlight washed over the little dip in her back that was her spine. She propped her chin up in the palm of her hand as if she was properly posing for him: he pointed the camera towards her for a quick one.
And it was right then a red stripe emerged in the small square on the back of the camera.
“Outta film,” he told them as he stood to his feet. “Damn, that was quick.”
“Do you have more?” Jay asked him.
“Absolutely.”
“Let us photograph you as well,” Q beckoned him.
“Yeah, you have such a beautiful body,” Jay joined in. “You’re a sweet guy and you have the physical look to add to it, too.”
“You know, she totally means that,” Q insisted with a flash of a wink to him. She stood to her feet and picked up the pad of paper from the foot of the bed, and she found the next fresh roll of film. She tossed it over to him as he took the full roll of film out of the back and put in the new one.
“Gonna need one of those little cylinders when we’re done here,” he noted as he latched the back of the camera. Very carefully, he handed the roll of film over to Jay, who then set it on the end, over on the desk and underneath the lamp for safekeeping.
His hand shook as he handed it over to Jay, who had pulled up her leather pants but kept her breasts exposed for him. Q lingered back and watched her from right behind her shoulder.
He turned his attention to the window and squinted his eyes at the pale light that flooded into the room. He closed his eyes and focused on his own breathing.
Her memory remained with him: the feel of her body and the aroma on her hair that only made his stomach turn to the side. Though she was gone at that point, he could never forget her, even with all that they had done for him so far. He wanted to forget her even with the scars on his mind and his heart.
She could never love his body the way the two of them have done so for him.
She could never cherish him the way the two of them have done so for him.
She could never be the two of them, no matter what she did, no matter what she wanted to do for him even if their paths cross a second time in the future.
He turned his head away from the window, and he could smell their perfume combined together. The smell of Jay’s cherry blossom perfume wrapped around her bust fused with the soft spicy scent on Q’s neck and wrists. A smell he never knew that he wanted until he picked it up for himself.
The brand-new smell of home.
He peeled off his shirt and showed off his slender little body to them, starting with his slightly broad chest and slender, smooth shoulders. He ran his hand down his chest to his slim belly and the ever so slight curve to his waist. He opened his eyes and shook his head about to tousle his hair: stray black locks spilled over his shoulders. He parted his lips and let out a soft moan for the two of them, and he tilted his head back to show them the center of his neck: the light from outside only accentuated every curl on his head, every shape and contour of his body, every root of gray hair that made up the plume at the right side of his head, even if that side faced away from the window. He was bathed in natural light, and his skin was soft even upon first glimpse.
“Utterly gorgeous,” Jay breathed out as she scooped up the camera and held it up to her face. She crouched down by his right side so the camera pointed up to his body from down by his knees: he took a glimpse down at her right as she took a third shot, and the sunlight through the window washed over the side of his face and his neck in such a way that softened the look of his already-smooth skin.
“So very gorgeous,” Q added with a hand clasped to her chest.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Jay told her as she scuttled around for a shot of him from behind.
“He is! He really is!”
He cracked them a smile and bowed his head from their kind words. He also put his hands up on his head and cocked out his hip to accentuate the shape of his body.
“He’s almost delicate,” Jay noted. “You don’t really think of boys as being delicate and light.”
He brought his left hand down to his chest, and then down towards his belly button. He gazed on at Q right there on the other side of the room, who then fanned herself with her hand.
“Phew, that’s sexy, baby.”
Jay stood up to her feet and stood before him with the camera turned oblong for a full body shot of him.
“Hotter than the hottest day in Death Valley,” she declared. “Makes me think of the word ‘torrid.’”
“Women don’t have a version of Hustler but this would work perfectly, though,” he joked, and the two of them burst out laughing. But he raised his eyebrows at that, and the smirk on his face only grew as well.
He then reached down and unzipped his pants. He let them fall down his legs to his ankles, and he cocked out his hips some more for Jay.
“Damn, I wanna take some shots,” Q remarked, and without hesitation, Jay handed her the camera. He knitted his knees together and held one hand up to his right nipple as if he was the Venus de Milo.
“Just beautiful,” Jay breathed out with a slight shake of her head. She squatted down next to Q so they could both have the same view of him.
He nibbled on his bottom lip. There was only one time she ever saw him naked and she seemed uncomfortable with the whole entire gesture. He swore that he would never do it for her again.
She not only behaved in an ugly manner for him, but she made him feel so ugly as well.
He breathed in deep and dropped his underwear for them.
“There he is,” Jay said, triumphant.
“Oh, my,” Q breathed out as she took a full frontal shot of him. He turned to the side a bit and rested a hand on his left hip.
Something came over him as he took his spot there at the foot of the bed and opened his legs.
“Oh, yeah, come to Mama,” Q said with another shot of him. He leaned back onto his hands and bowed his head. It opened something up in him, and more so as he leaned forward and puckered his lips to the camera lens.
He then crossed his right leg over the left to accentuate his hips as well as the backs of his thighs. He leaned back on his elbow and ran his fingers through his hair.
“So hot,” Jay remarked as Q took more shots of him. “So fucking hot.”
“’Torrid’ as you said, my love,” he said in the huskiest voice yet.
Another snap and Q held the camera before her face.
“And that’s a wrap,” she declared, and she flashed him a grin as he sat up on the bed, still with his right leg crossed over his knee.
“Not a soul knows about these,” he told them as he gave his hair another shake. “Not a soul one.”
“What’re you going to do with them exactly?” Jay asked him, and she knelt down before him so her bare breasts and tight dark nipples were both right in his face. “I mean, you’ve said what you have in mind, but I just wonder how all these photos are going to fit in with the whole thing.”
“What do you want me to do with them?” he teased her with a sly smirk on his face.
“Show Captain Howdy you mean business,” she told him in a breathy voice, and she flashed him a wink.
He raised his attention to Q, who nodded her head at him with a knowing look on her face. He squinted his eyes at her and then at Jay.
“I made a good choice with you girls,” he proclaimed in a low, husky voice.