Meagan's Self Imposed Exile



by Ironbuddah



Chapter 5



The video player was still on repeat, and when it started playing again, Peter groaned. "I can't take this pressure on my cock any more!" He unsnapped his fly and unzipped his pants. He sighed in relief as his hard cock expanded so that the head bulged obscenely down the length of his thigh.

Meagan sighed too, and out of habit, pulled her shirt over her head. Peter followed suit, revealing his thick chest and washboard abs. Meagan slid her shorts down her shapely legs as Peter finished removing the pants which he had previously unzipped.

Meagan's hands absentmindedly went to the hook on her bra before she said, "What the fuck are we doing?"

"Damn! I don't know. I saw you lift up the hem of your shirt and I just started stripping."

"Hey, don't blame that on me! I saw you undo you fly, and I just started stripping."

"I wasn't trying to get you to strip; my cock got so hard watching that damn video that unsnapping my pants was a mechanical necessity." Peter groaned loudly. "That video is still on repeat by the way."

"I can see why you said I needed to see that," Meagan said as she clicked to stop the video, then went to get the robes she and Peter wore during breaks from posing. "Here. Put this on," she commanded. "Standing around in our underwear is too fucking embarrassing."

"We're like a couple of Pavlov's dogs, except instead of drooling, we take our clothes off."

"Huh?" Meagan asked.

"Pavlov did a famous experiment where he got a dog to drool by ringing a bell every time he fed it. It got to the point where he could make the dog drool just by ringing the bell with no food around. That's us except we start taking our cloths off even though your mother isn't here to paint us."

"Why did you tell me that? Now I'm even more embarrassed," Meagan responded.

"Sorry," Peter mumbled. "Hey, do you remember the first time we posed?"

"Yes," Meagan said with a hint of exasperation. "I made a big deal about not posing naked, and my stupid mother went and painted me in a bathtub so anyone who ever sees that painting is going to think I was completely naked the whole time I was posing."

"What were you thinking that day?"

"Oh! I was so mortified. It seems silly now. When you've got two naked people in the room, you can't help but see things, you know. At the time though, the thought of you seeing my bare breasts was horribly, horribly, embarrassing. I remember looking over at you and expecting to see your hard cock again. I know I was glad that your back was to me, but I couldn't help but check out your butt."

"What about that time where Mrs. D convinced you that I would see less that was really critical if you posed kneeling in front of me?"

"You were checking out my butt the whole time you were posing, weren't you?" Meagan accused. There was no venom in the accusation though as she turned her back to Peter and knelt down in front of him. "You don't get a lightning bolt without my mom here though."

"I don't need a lightning bolt when I've got this weapon!" Peter boasted as he gripped his hard rod through the robe.

"You are so silly!" Meagan giggled.

"Don't make me smite you!" Peter said as he opened his robe and gripped his rock hard cock.

Meagan looked over her shoulder, and squealed as she caught sight of Peter's magnificent member. "Don't point that thing at me! You did enough damage last time!" She stood up and took several steps away from Peter. Peter didn't tuck his hard cock back into his boxers. Instead he left it out pointing straight at Meagan. "What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Thinking about the poses we've done; doesn't it make you want to take off all your clothes and relive them? Well, that's what it's doing to me at least."

Meagan hadn't thought about it until Peter put it into words, but the ease with which she had stripped down to her underwear made her consider what Peter had said. "Well, even if it did, I promised you that you'd never see me naked again. However, if you tell me what your favorite, your absolute favorite, pose was and why, maybe I'll take my robe off. You can do whatever you want."

"Hmm, let’s see," Peter mused as he discarded his robe and boxers to stand fully nude before Meagan. "My absolute favorite." Peter lay down on the floor as he said, "How about the first time you posed fully nude. It wasn't so much about the pose, although the finished painting looked great. In terms of finished products, the one where we were doing yoga holding our bathing suits was probably best. It was the way you reacted after the painting. You were so cute when you insisted that I should get to see the painting and that we would both look or not look at all."

Meagan admitted, "That is a good one. I guess I'll take off my robe for that." She got down onto the floor too. "We were both sunbathing on a nude beach, right?"

"Yeah and when you saw your mom's painting you said it looked like I had cum right there on the beach while I was napping."

"Man! If I had known Mom had video of you cumming like a fire-hose, at that time, I would have never said that or agreed to pose again. I'm almost surprised she didn't add that to the painting."

"I wouldn't put it past her," Peter stated.

Meagan gasped, "You don't know something I don't know, do you?"

"I don't know anything, but when we were talking about what happened, I remembered that Mrs. D had an awful funny look on her face when you said that," Peter explained.

"Let's find that painting!" Meagan said jumping up. The naked Peter and the bra and panty clad Meagan sorted through the paintings around the room. Every time they looked at one, one of them would gasp or moan or sigh, and then the other would rush over to see what had caused that reaction. Pretty soon they decided to look at each painting together even though it made the search slower. Meagan was flushed and her boobs were straining against her D cup bra before they were done. Peter sensed that his teenaged partner in modeling might be experiencing something similar to what he felt when his cock swelled in his pants.

"It's not here," Meagan announced. "She must have moved it to her off site storage. Fuck it all! I just know she added a fountain of semen to that painting."

"Did you notice anything anything else looking through all those paintings?" Peter asked.

"What do you mean?" Meagan asked guardedly.

"My dick, it seemed bigger and harder in the later paintings than it did in the earlier ones."

"That's just Mom exaggerating things." Even though she tried to dismiss Peter's statement, there was no conviction in her voice.

"I don't think so. Mrs. D. is too good an artist. Also, your tits looked bigger in the later paintings than the earlier ones. Especially your nipples; they are so much bigger and harder in the later paintings than they were in the earlier ones."

Meagan protested, "So?"

"They're like that now, aren't they?"

"Maybe."

"Doesn't your bra feel really tight right now? Wouldn't it feel good to take it off and show me your breasts again?"

"Yessss!" Meagan hissed. "But I promised you that you'd never see me naked again."

"People break lots of promises they should keep, but people also make promises they never should. Why keep a promise that doesn't make you happy, Meagan?"

Meagan reached behind her back and paused. "You're right." she said, and then she very intentionally did what she had almost done without thinking earlier. The busty teen unsnapped her bra. Unlike what would have happened earlier, the large cups of her bra popped off her swollen breasts almost instantly and just that quickly Meagan was topless in front of Peter.

"Oh yes! I never thought I would see those magnificent jugs of yours again Meagan. Oh fuck! If you don't want to get sprayed with cum again, take off your panties!"

"What?"

"Trust me! Do it quickly!"

Worried, Meagan slid her panties to the floor and Peter sighed. "Oh, that's better."

"I don't understand," Meagan said puzzled.

"I'm used to seeing you naked, but seeing you in your underwear is a real treat," Peter explained. "Still, we should probably put our robes back on."

The teen and the college student were kind of at a loss for words as they put their robes back on. No one wanted to break the silence, so they sat down on the stools in the art studio and thought about what had just happened.

It was Meagan who spoke first. Jumping off the stool she yelled, "Fuck, fuck, and more fuck!"

"Um, Did I do something wrong?" Peter asked.

Meagan responded, "No, I just realized I was going to have to call Mom and tell her to come home so she can paint us. After what just happened, I don't think either of us is going anywhere until we get to pose again." Making a face and rolling her eyes she added, "Ugh! Making this phone call is going to be so embarrassing."