“Trusting with what?” I ask, and she curls her finger for me to lean down.
“I’m wearing a plug so that I can take you both tonight,” she whispers.
So much for not getting hard during the photoshoot. I take a step back, turning away from our incoming audience as I think of horrible boner killer things. It works somewhat, and I’m grateful the boxers are black and tight enough to compress things and hide my potential embarrassment.
“That was mean,” I tell her and she smiles.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be rewarded.”
I whisper “evil” under my breath as Savannah claps her hands together.
“Okay. Ugh, you’re all so gorgeous. Come here and pose yourselves in whatever feels comfortable while I get the class setup. Maybe you start by sitting, Kate?” she says, and Kate nods.
Kate sits on the small simple stool and I stare at her for a moment, just taking this all in. She wants to make a statement, and I feel overwhelmed with admiration and wonder.
So, I take a seat on the ground, placing her leg in my lap, kissing her calf.
“Hey! I didn’t say to start,” Savannah chastises, but Kate bites her lip as she looks down at me.
It’s not even just the promise of the very dirty things we’re going to do together tonight, it’s everything. The way she makes me feel, how I’ve never been happier, how I’m still learning new things. I’d do whatever I need to in order to make her happy.
“Class, welcome. I’m so excited to have this special program for you. I’m sure many of you know Dr. Morley. Her and her boyfriends have graciously donated their time to help you work on your portraits this evening. I expect you to take as many images as possible. You will need to develop and turn in three of your best works within two weeks. I’m looking for four main factors. Quality, positioning, lighting, and emotion.
“The last one shouldn’t be a problem with these three, so don’t let me down.”
There’s some mumbling in the classroom, probably trying to dissect our relationship, but I don’t give a single fuck.
Bright lights turn on around us, shining out the college students taking our picture as Gavin comes to stand beside Kate, his hand on her chin, forcing her to look up at him, while I kiss her leg.
Shuttering sounds are going off like crazy and somehow, despite the slight nerves of people taking our picture, I feel empowered. It’s almost like encapsulating our love frame by frame.
I always admired Kate’s passion for art, though I suppose I never understood it. But when I break down what’s happening right now, the art that we’re making, I finally understand.
What we found is art in itself.
We move positions a few times. One where Kate is standing between the two of us, ones where we’re lying down. By the end of the shoot, I almost forget that cameras are flashing and that each moment has been documented.
The lights turn off suddenly, and I’m seeing spots, but then a round of applause rings out in the room and it makes me realize that I wasn’t alone in understanding how powerful this moment was.
Savannah comes up to us with tears in her eyes, wrapping her friend in a hug before pulling back.
“Wow. Just wow. Thank you all so much for agreeing to do this. The photos are going to be amazing. I’ll send you what I took with the digital camera tonight.”
“Thanks, Savannah.”
“It’s good to see you happy,” she says, and they hug again. “Take good care of her, okay?” Savannah says and we both nod at her.
The class is buzzing with excitement from the photoshoot as they funnel out of the room.
“Now please tell me we get to take you home and fuck you,” Gavin says bluntly.
Kate bites her lip as I grab her robe, holding it out so she can slide her arms through. I help her put it on and place my hands on her shoulders, my need for her growing with every second.
It’s only then I realize we haven’t even had sex since vacation, not that it’s been a long time. I just crave all the intimacy I can have with Kate.
Is this what being an adult in a relationship feels like?
“Please,” she whispers it like a plea.
