"Thanks for all the help you guys," Amy said as the last of her friends got in their cars and drove off down the long gravel driveway, leaving her alone for the first time in her new surroundings. It had been a long day of carrying boxes and moving furniture, her new house feeling ever-so-slightly like home now that her things were in it. After walking around to survey the situation she sat on the front steps and soaked in the quiet. Birds chirped in the ancient, overgrown apple orchard that was now her front yard, and the view from her porch of Grambo Lake down in the valley thrilled her just as it had when the real estate agent first drove her up to see the place.
The property had most recently been a 'gentleman's farm,' owned by a wealthy businessman. He had let the old apple orchard go back to nature, but he kept horses, a cow and a few pigs in a beautiful old wooden barn. A modern metal 'pole barn' housed his equipment and a small antique car collection. Apart from the beautiful view and lovely feel of the old house, it was that pole barn that had sold Amy on the place. A big empty space where she could be creative was just what she needed at that point in her life.
Amy was bored. She had spent her whole life working, and now, after winning a ridiculous amount of money in the state lottery and telling her asshole boss to fuck off, she was bored. She had spent the last six months living the easy life, and needed new challenges. Twenty years ago, when she was in high school, cinematography was her main interest. She had plans to go to college and get a job in the movie industry making documentaries, but that all went wrong when she met the wrong boy and got into drugs and drinking. Her senior year went to hell when she got pregnant, had an abortion, and dropped out of school. She earned her high school diploma at night school, but the dream of college slipped away from her, and twenty years of working mediocre jobs became her life. At thirty-seven years old, with her financial security assured, she was finally able to try and resurrect her old passions — photography, painting and filmmaking. The old farm high above the valley was the perfect place to do it.
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A year later the old farmhouse was freshly painted, the trees were trimmed, flowers were growing in the gardens, and the last of the workmen were gone. Amy had hired a builder to finish the inside of the big metal pole barn. They had insulated it, sheet-rocked the walls and high ceiling, put down a huge wood floor and installed a heating system. It was transformed into a proper 'studio,' and she wasted no time setting it up, with one area for painting and the rest of the big space used for photography, with big LED lights, backdrops, and movable walls to set up various types of rooms. She loved her studio and spent most of her time there, often looking out the big window she had installed to take advantage of the view of the lake down in the valley.
"You look at the lake more than you look at me."
Amy looked at the young naked man reclining on a bed and smiled.
"I know you by heart," she said, and she dabbed some more paint on her canvas.
The young man smiled and a little blood rushed to his penis, swelling it slightly. Her smile always did that to him. He had modeled for Amy three times before, and always left wishing he had the courage to walk up to her with a big erection in his hand and kiss her, but it never happened. They were both always professional.
"So Josh," Amy asked as she studied the leg she was painting, "I don't think I've ever asked you — what do you do for fun?"
"Same as most college guys I guess. Watch porn," he said with a mischievous smile.
"Ah, yes, it does seem to be popular these days," she said. "Are the girls into it too?"
"Oh yeah," he said. "They like the softer stuff though."
"Softer?" Amy asked.
"Yeah. More romantic. More like real life I guess, but with bigger cocks," he laughed.
"And what do guys like," she asked as she dabbed some more paint.
"Uh, I dunno, I guess more than one girl, big groups, more fantasy kinda stuff I guess," he said.
The frank discussion had transformed Josh's penis into a cock, and he held his pose nervously as Amy's eyes darted over him as she continued to paint. It wasn't fully erect and sticking out, but it had doubled in size and it jumped slightly with each beat of his heart. Amy had to hide behind the big canvas to keep him from seeing her heaving chest.
When the painting was finished and both of their bodies had relaxed, Amy thanked Josh and he got dressed. She had a small private dressing area for models to use, but he never used it and she always enjoyed watching him dress and undress. On this day he pulled tight briefs over his muscular ass as Amy pretended to put away supplies.
After Josh drove out the long driveway Amy went in the house, turned on her old computer and searched for porn. She hadn't done it much in the past, but she felt compelled and had no trouble finding it. Lot's of it. Looking at it all with an artist's eye she was disappointed, but the raw power of it overcame the bad production values and she found herself masturbating, right there in the living room in the middle of the day. Just as an orgasm swept through her the phone rang. She answered it too soon, still breathless as she came down from the head-rush. It was her old friend Jenny.
"Oh hi Jenny, how are ya," Amy said.
"Did I get you at a bad time?" Jenny asked.
"No, no, I was just..."
"You got a man there?" Jenny laughed.
"No, no, I uh... you ever watch porn?"
"Of course I do sweetheart, doesn't everybody?" Jenny said, laughing even harder.
"I don't know, do they?"
"It's like a gazzillion dollar business Amy," Jenny said. "Sounds like you found some good stuff. Send me a link."
"Did you ever notice how badly it's made?" Amy asked.
"No Amy, only you would do that," Jenny laughed.
"I can't believe I'm the only one," Amy said.
"Well there's an easy solution to that kiddo," Jenny said. "Make somethin' better. You got a studio right there at your house."
The phone call went silent as Jenny waited for an answer. A smile grew on her face as she realized her friend was actually thinking about it.
"Holy shit! You're wondering if you could do it aren't ya!" Jenny said, laughing again. "You know I wasn't serious. I should know better than to suggest things to a girl who can afford to do anything she wants."
The phone call went on to more mundane topics, but a seed was planted in Amy's brain. She called Josh the next day to see if he would do another posing session, and he eagerly accepted — Amy paid well and he was a mostly broke college student, but he also enjoyed her company. He showed up that evening and she set up a pose, with artificial lights this time, Josh sitting in a tall-back upholstered chair with an open satin robe, deeply shadowed, like something out of a film noir movie.
"So you're a senior in the drama department, right Josh?" Amy asked as she started to paint the fresh canvas.
"Yup, just two semesters to go."
"You guys must be getting pretty good these days. Do you all work together with the filmmaking students?"
