Copyright May 2011 John Carter
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Meredith was sitting so close that Jordan could smell the conditioner she had used that morning. The scent stuck in his nose like cotton. He loved that smell. It reminded him of when he was a child and his mother would hold him after a nightmare, caressing his face and rocking him back to sleep.
Her leg pressed against his, the contact sending electrical pulses throughout his midsection. Her breast rested on his arm as she leaned over him, studying the pictures in the photography book that Jordan was grasping. He wondered if she even noticed that it was there.
Every night, since meeting Meredith two months prior, Jordan had pleasured himself to the thought of having her body pressed against his. He imagined her breasts, not resting on his arms, but pressed firmly against his chest as he kissed her deeply, holding her tightly. He imagined her grinding against his cock as she rode him to ecstasy. He imagined her bent over in front of him as his hands guided her hips, her pussy filled completely by his thickness, away from him then towards him.
He wondered if she knew how much he wanted her and what she would think if she knew that he thought such dirty things about her during his nightly ritual. He wondered if she knew that not a single day had passed when these thoughts hadn't crossed his mind.
Meredith was, in Jordan's mind, a goddess that deserved to be worshipped and he was more than willing to get down on his knees and do just that. Her red hair flowed from her head like fire and fell down onto her shoulders in a way that made Jordan want to fist a handful of it and pull her head back, giving him full access to her neck. Her breasts pressed against her black shirt, tightening it and causing the same reaction in the crotch of his jeans.
"See, that is the kind of photographs I want to take. They are so crisp and clean looking." Jordan said, trying to take his mind off of the growing erection that was starting to press painfully against his zipper.
"You could take pictures like that. I have seen your pictures and you are very talented." Meredith replied.
"Maybe with the right model, I could take pictures that turned out that well."
"Okay, let's do it."
Jordan almost choked on his own saliva at thought of what those words could have meant coming from any other person than Meredith. "Excuse me?"
"You have your camera, right?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Well, I will be your model. That is, if you think I'm pretty enough."
Jordan couldn't believe that was even a question that had entered Meredith's mind. For the past two months, all he had been thinking about was how beautiful she was and now, she sat before him questioning that which he had always assumed was a given.
"Of course you are pretty enough. I just don't have the proper setting." Jordan was grasping. He would have loved to photograph Meredith but he was afraid he wouldn't be able concentrate.
"How about on the hood of your car, would that be a good enough setting?" Meredith smiled.