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Archive name: eros.txt (M+/F, rom, rp, v)
Authors name: Oke (okenter@yahoo.com)
Story title : Eros in Love

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Eros in Love (M+/F, rom, rp, v)
by Oke (okenter@yahoo.com)

***

A very rich photographer meets a young stripper when he 
reluctantly attends his friend's bachelor party at a 
cheesy strip club. 

***

This is a dirty story, so don't read it if you are 
underage, easily offended, or likely to get tossed in the 
clink. Unauthorized use of this story will only serve to 
enrage a former Army Ranger. So there.


*** Chapter One - A Chance Encounter

It was a run down strip club in the middle of nowhere. 
The bar only had two types of beer, both domestics, and 
everywhere he went, some silicone-chested girl kept 
bothering him. David shook his head, watching the groom-
to-be stuff another twenty into the garter of a big-
breasted blonde. "Well," he said to himself, "he is my 
best friend. I suppose it could be worse."

"Hey handsome, looking for a private dance?" a voice 
said, resting its hand on his shoulder.

"Umm...no thanks. I'm just here for the beer."

"Too bad, sexy, 'cause the beer sucks." With that, the 
hand slipped back into the darkness. David scanned the 
club once more, and found a dark corner near the smaller 
of the two stages, hopefully where he could hide until 
the party ended. 

On stage was an older woman, perhaps in her late 
thirties, with obviously fake breasts, and a bit of a 
bulge to her. She was wearing only a tiny thong and a 
garter, no money in it. David shook his head and closed 
his eyes, picturing the trip he had taken to the Louvre 
two months ago....He saw the Mona Lisa, most famous of 
all paintings....Eros and Psyche, immortalized in a near 
embrace.... A sudden noise jolted him out of his 
daydream.

Sitting across from him at his table was a young woman, 
totally nude. She was not so gracefully slugging her own 
beer, staring at him through the bottle. He stared back 
at her as she finished her drink, dumbfounded. She was 
thin, with slightly upturned breasts that hung off her 
slender frame. Her eyes were almost neon green, staring 
back at him. She ran her hand through her wavy, shoulder 
length brunette hair, then finally broke the silence.

"So, are you gay or something? The girls are talking 
about you. They seem to think you're gay or something."

"Me? No, I'm just here-"

"'-for the beer.' That's what they said. I don't believe 
you. I think you're here for the party...what's his name? 
Jake, that's it, right? You're here for Jake's party, but 
you don't want to be here."

"You're very perceptive. What's your name?"

"Ashley. What's your's?"

"David." 

"Nice to meet you, Dave." She stood up, then left him as 
she headed for the dressing rooms. He studied her as she 
walked away from him; the curves of her hips, the light 
movements of her breasts as she stepped. Unbelievable, he 
thought. A lovely girl like her here....

A few minutes later, she appeared on stage. David watched 
in awe as she moved across the stage, seeing her nervous 
steps, her awkward glances at the few eyes watching her. 
She moved about the stage, stopping in front of a group 
of older men who looked as if they couldn't care less 
about her.

After a few twirls on the pole at the end of the stage 
and a dance on all fours, one of the older men slipped a 
few dollar bills into her garter, then continued his 
conversation with the other men. She slid on her belly, 
writhing to the beat of the canned music into the center 
of the stage, then looked at David again. He saw the 
shame in her eyes as she moved unconsciously along the 
stage, until the music stopped and she quickly exited.

A few minutes later, she appeared again at his table, 
wearing only a pair of green panties and the garter.

"I'd ask you what you thought, David," she said, "But I 
think I already know."

"No, you were good...very good." he stammered.

"No, I sucked. It's only my second night here. They put 
me on the second stage until I can afford implants, like 
all the main dancers have." She glanced down at her 
chest, then crossed her arms.

"Why do you want implants? I think you look wonderful 
now."

"Really?!" A spark appeared in her eyes as she lifted her 
head, then it faded. "All the main dancers have them. If 
I want to make their kind of money...." She left the 
thought unfinished as she bowed her head again. David 
watched her for a moment, just to form a picture in his 
head....

"How much do you make a night now?" he asked.

"Ohh...seventy five, eighty bucks, if you figure tips and 
salary. Sandra-" she pointed to the main stage "-makes 
about two to three hundred a night. Four sometimes."

"Would you like to make that? Four hundred for a night's 
work?" David suggested.

"Wha....Oh, no....I think you've got the wrong idea! I 
don't do that!" she said, sliding slowly away from him. 
David laughed at that, smiling for the first time that 
night.

"No, no, no...I mean as a model. For me. I'm a 
photographer."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I don't believe you." she said, but she had leaned in 
towards him as she said this.

"Believe it. I've even done exhibits at the Guggenheim. 
See that guy over there, with the red jacket on? His name 
is Vincent. He's my manager, and Jake, the one we're 
having the party for, he's my accountant. Ask them about 
me, if you want." 

"Maybe I will...." She gazed at him for a few seconds, 
then stepped over to where Jake and Vincent were having a 
picture taken with the blonde from before. He watched as 
she whispered something to Jake. They both looked at him, 
then Jake whispered back to her for a time. All the 
while, she never took her eyes off him.


*** Chapter Two - Breaking Through


"Hello? David?" her voice echoed through the studio. She 
opened the large steel door and found a note on a mirror 
that hung across the room.

Ashley - 

Thanks again for coming. I hope you remembered your 
driver's license and change of clothes. There's a 
bathroom down the hallway to the left; go ahead and 
freshen up - no makeup please! I'll be in the darkroom 
for about an hour or so. Make yourself at home, have 
something to eat, whatever. 

David.

She made her way to the bathroom, stopping to look at the 
pictures he'd hung in the hallway. One was of a statue of 
two people embracing, about to kiss, she thought. The 
winged man was bent over the woman, who was lying on the 
ground, reaching up to her. The placard on the photo read 
"'Eros and Psyche' as photographed by David Burnham." 
From the angle of the photo, she could see the shadow of 
the photographer fell mostly on the body of the winged 
man. 

Once in the bathroom, she stripped herself and stepped 
into the shower. The warm jets of water cascaded on her 
body as she lathered her slim frame. The water pulsated 
gently on her skin, massaging her as she moved the 
washcloth under her breasts, down her legs, and across 
her back.

She sighed to herself as she stepped onto the marble 
floor, dripping as she searched for her fresh 
clothes...damn. She'd left her bag in the front room. 
Wrapping a towel around her, she made her way back into 
the front room. She stopped suddenly when she saw David 
in the middle of the room, hanging photos from a line 
that crossed from corner to corner. "Hey there. I see 
you're just about ready." he said nonchalantly as he 
studied one photo, then another.

"Umm, yeah. Just let me get changed."

"Sure thing, but you'll just have to take it off again. I 
have some clothes picked out for you already. You brought 
your license, right?" David tried not to stare at her, 
dripping wet and barely covered by the small towel.

"Yeah, I did...." She grabbed her bag, still holding the 
towel in place with her free arm.

"Good. Before we get started, I have to fill out a 
consent form. Legal stuff, you know? First, I need to see 
your license, just to make sure you're old enough."

"Oh, okay...." She pulled out a worn down wallet and 
produced her license.

"Date of birth...14 July 86...just turned 16?" "Yeah. I 
lied about my age at the club." She was nervous for some 
reason, he thought. She was covering up still, and unsure 
of herself again.

"Name....Katherine Miller? I thought it was Ashley."

"Oh...no, Ashley's my stage name. My real name is 
Katherine."

"Alright, just sign on the bottom, and initial where I've 
recorded your name and date of birth, and we'll be all 
set. Would you like something to drink? I know you're not 
old enough, but it'll relax you a bit. It's just a little 
wine."

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Thank you." She handed over the 
signed form and looked around the room. "Nice place you 
have here, David."

"Thanks. It's just my studio. My house is actually in the 
country, but Jake's using it for his wedding next Sunday, 
so I'm staying here." David opened a small fridge in the 
adjoining kitchen and produced a bottle of Chardonnay 
from an upstate vineyard. He poured two glasses, then 
brought them back into the front room, where Katherine 
was studying the pictures on the line. "Which one are you 
looking at?" he asked as he handed her a glass.

"This one here. It looks like a photo of a chalk drawing 
of a girl on the beach."

"Oh. That was drawn by a friend of mine who uses chalk on 
buildings. I take pictures when he finishes, so there's a 
permanent recording of it. He didn't believe in it at 
first, because he uses a temporary medium. He says it 
delivers a message about temporary ideas, but I convinced 
him eventually."

"That sounds neat. How do you know when he'll do another? 
I think I'd like to see one."

"He does one every month or so, depending on the weather 
forecasts. It takes about a day to finish one by himself, 
plus at least two days of clear skies so it can be seen. 
In the summer, he does about two or three a month 
sometimes."

"You know," she said, pausing, "I wanted to be an artist 
when I was young. My father took me to the Museum of 
Modern Art, and I always loved the sculptures the best. I 
loved the real modern ones, the ones that don't look like 
anything. I always thought I could do that."

"Did you ever try? Take an art class for example?"

"No. My father...he died when I was young. My stepfather, 
well, he never liked that kind of stuff. He was a real 
prick. "So, are we going to take a few pictures, or 
what?"

In the photo room, Katherine sat on a wooden bench, a 
large white cloth draped across her front, just below the 
shoulders. Her legs dangled a few inches above the 
ground, her left arm was crossed over her breasts, and 
her right arm was clutching the cloth over her lap. David 
was taking a few photos at a time, then reposing her, 
then a few more photos; this had been going on for about 
three hours now.

"Katherine, let the cloth drop into your lap now. Clasp 
your hands and hold them to your chest, like you're 
praying." Katherine slowly dropped the cloth, revealing 
her breasts, and clasped her hands like she was asked. 
David watched her as she did this, and noticed a look of 
fear on her face. "Are you alright, Katherine?" 
"I...yeah, just nervous, I guess."

"Well, let's call it a day then. Go ahead and get 
dressed. 

I'll order some dinner for us. How's Chinese sound?"

"Chinese is great." she said as she slipped on a white T-
shirt and a pair of plaid men's boxers.

"What exactly are we watching again?" David asked. He and 
Katherine were sitting in the front room, watching 
cartoons on his large screen television.

"'Power puff Girls'! It's my favorite show!" Katherine 
blurted out, emphasizing her point by smacking David with 
a throw pillow. She was seated on the couch, sitting 
cross-legged, while David sat on the floor below her. 
Surrounding the two of them were a half dozen empty beer 
bottles and a number of half-emptied boxes of delivery 
Chinese. 

David had finally gotten into the show, despite the 
crudity of the animation, when he felt something moving 
on his scalp. Katherine was rubbing her toes on his head, 
slowly side to side, barely making contact. David closed 
his eyes and leaned back, resting his head in her lap. 
She placed her fingertips gently on his head, tracing 
intricate designs through his hair. He reached above him, 
taking her crossed legs, moving them onto his shoulders. 
He started at her toes, rubbing each one softly between 
his fingers, then pressing one thumb into each sole, 
massaging her arches in his strong hands. 

She bent over, now eye to eye above him, and kissed his 
forehead, his eyes, the tip of his nose. her hands made 
their way down to his chest, sliding slowly over his neck 
and shoulders, and back up his muscular arms. He followed 
her movements with his own up her legs and around her 
knees, now stroking the delicate undersides of her silky 
thighs. 

Their lips finally met, pressing softly and swiftly for 
just a second. A smile appeared on both lips. Grazing 
each other lightly, they met again, fuller and more 
firmly, sharing a warmth as they parted, tips of each 
tongue exploring the other.

David broke the embrace and stood, offering a hand to 
Katherine. Her eyes met his with gladness and desire, and 
stood, falling into his embrace. He sank his face into 
her neck, lightly kissing behind her ears and along her 
shoulder bones. She wrapped her arms under his, taking 
the back of his head into her hands, guiding it as he 
moved from her chin to the valley between her breasts, 
meeting the edge of her T-shirt with his nose.

They kissed again, moving their hands down each others 
back, both stopping where the spine curves inward above 
the hips. He moved his hands onto her sides, feeling the 
curve where her hips began, while she clasped her hands 
behind him. David broke the embrace again, moving 
backwards as he held her arms in his hands. He grasped 
her hands in his, then began stepping backwards to where 
his bedroom was. 

"I...I can't...no, I'm sorry...." she stammered as she 
stopped herself. David froze in place, suddenly struck 
with confusion which showed in his expression.

"I thought you wanted to...."

"No, I can't. I just can't. I'm so sorry; this was a 
mistake. I have to go now." Katherine pulled her hands 
out of his and grabbed her clothes and her bag from off 
the ground. "Katherine? Are you alright?" David asked, 
his expression quickly becoming one of concern.

"No, I'm...I'm fine. I just can't...." Tears began 
sliding down her cheeks as she reached the door. "I'm so 
sorry...." With that, she left.


*** Chapter Three - Reasons and Trust


"And that's when she left, right?"

"Yes. That was three days ago. She just...left." David 
was seated across from Dr. Cho, a therapist David had 
seen before. They were in his office near Central Park, 
with a wonderful view of the lake.

"I think that, maybe, there's a history of abuse in her 
past. I think; I can't be sure unless I talk to her. Its 
well known now that many strippers, prostitutes, porn 
stars and the like are victims of abuse at a young age. 
They're used as an object of sexual gratification by 
others, and soon begin to think of themselves as just 
that: an object. They build a life based on that. It 
becomes a vicious circle." 

"So now what?"

"Are you trying to have a relationship with this woman? I 
think the best thing you can do is gain her trust. It 
won't be easy. She doesn't trust easily. She's been hurt, 
David."

David knew where to find her. The club still reeked of 
staleness and booze, and voices still called out to him 
from darkened corners. He made his way past the second 
stage, where the dressing rooms were. Pausing for a 
moment, he looked around the club once more, then stepped 
inside.

Katherine was sitting in front of a vanity, its mirror 
cracked in one corner. She was wearing a thin green dress 
that plunged down the front and stopped high on her 
thighs. She was applying lipstick when she saw him in the 
reflection. "You're not allowed back here." she said, 
still looking at his reflection.

"I slipped the doorman a fifty. He's watching us on the 
camera." He pointed to the security camera in the far 
corner. "What do you want, David?" she said, a tone of 
sadness in her voice.

"I never paid you. I came to drop off your check. I also 
wanted to see if you're alright."

"Thank you. I'm fine." she said as he placed an envelope 
on her vanity.

"Why don't you come back with me tonight. You can stay 
with me if you'd like. No strings attached. I need a good 
model."

"I'm doing fine here, and I have an apartment in Yonkers 
with one of the other girls. I'll be alright."

"Okay then. Take care of yourself." With that, he left.

David stumbled to the door, still half asleep. 
Ordinarily, he would have ignored the door buzzer, but he 
had a feeling he knew who it was. Katherine was seated on 
the ground, her head in her hands. He heard her soft sobs 
as he knelt beside her. "Katherine, what's wrong?"

"I couldn't take it. It was...it frightened me." David 
lifted her by her shoulders, leading her inside. Sitting 
on his couch, she tightened her leather jacket around her 
shoulders, smoothing out her green dress on her lap. Her 
eyes were puffy and her cheeks were stained with the 
trails of her tears.

"When I went on stage tonight, I saw all those people 
looking at me. I froze. Everything came back to me at 
once. I ran out of there as fast as I could and hitched a 
ride back here to the city. I thought it was happening to 
me all over again tonight."

"What? What was happening again?" David poured her a 
glass of wine, sitting next to her.

"When I was young, my father died in a car accident. A 
few years later, my mother married a guy named Frank. I 
was twelve at the time. At first, Frank was a nice guy, 
taking me to concerts at the arena he worked at. Then 
he...he began to drink more. He lost his job on my 
sixteenth birthday, and spent the whole day in a bar.

A few days later, he started touching me. Not blatantly 
at first, it was 'accidental' brushes with his hands, 
then it grew into 'accidentally' coming into my room 
while I was changing. One night I told my mother about 
all this, and she told me that it was all in my mind. I 
convinced myself that was all it was. "One night, he came 
home raging drunk. I woke up, and he was sitting next to 
my bed, just watching me. I was so scared, but I didn't 
move, 'cause I thought he would just leave me alone. Then 
he reached over and started stroking my hair.

I froze in my bed, my eyes shut tight, and I prayed to 
God that he stopped, but he didn't. His hand moved under 
my sheets, and he grabbed one of my breasts. He felt it 
for a while, then I heard a zipper open. His hand moved 
down to my belly, then he put it right in my crotch, 
feeling my pussy. I almost started crying when I heard 
him start groaning as he ran his fingers up and down my 
slit. He groaned louder and louder, then he put a finger 
in me, just a bit. He moaned, then he just stopped. He 
took his hand away, then left me alone. 

"I stayed up all night crying. When I finally got out of 
bed, I stepped in a puddle of his cum. He had been 
masturbating as he groped me. I ran to the bathroom and 
threw up in the toilet when I thought of it. I had to 
clean up his cum from my carpet."

"That happened once a week or so, and I was so scared, I 
never told anyone. I thought it was my fault somehow, 
that maybe I was to blame. It never ended." David poured 
another glass of wine for her. She had started crying 
again, so David wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Then one night, he brought home two guys he'd met only a 
few minutes before at the bar. I could hear him almost 
yelling to them, you know, like drunks yell instead of 
talking. I heard him say 'A fine piece of ass' to them, 
and then they were in my room. He grabbed my arms and 
shook me, trying to wake me. He told me to get up and 
'suck some cock' or else.

I tried to scream, but he just slapped me. His buddies 
grabbed my arms and legs and threw me back on the bed. 
Frank tore my nightgown off, then my panties. I cried and 
screamed for help, but he just slapped me again and 
stuffed my panties in my mouth. He climbed on top of me, 
kissing my face and breasts. I smelled the alcohol on his 
breath, and listened as his new friends just laughed at 
me. He pulled his pants down, then fell on top of me. He 
was so heavy, and I could feel him prodding around my 
pussy, trying to put it in.

I pleaded with him as best as I could, but he thrust into 
me, tearing me open. I almost passed out, but I wasn't 
that lucky. I felt him fucking me as his buddies held me 
down. He came in me a few minutes later. By then, I'd 
stopped trying to fight and just laid back, sobbing to 
myself. I hoped that he'd leave me alone, but he just 
moved out of the way for his buddies.

They took turns raping me, sticking it in my pussy, then 
my ass when they got it hard again. Five times that night 
I was raped, twice by my own Stepfather. They raped my 
pussy and my ass for two hours. By the time they were 
done, I couldn't even cry anymore. I just laid back, 
hoping it would end.

"They left as soon as they finished with me. The last 
thing Frank did was put his cigarette out on my 
shoulder." she said, lowering her jacket and dress to 
reveal a small circular scar on her back.

They'd probably gone back out to the bar to brag to the 
other drunks, I thought. I crawled out of bed to the 
bathroom. When I turned the lights on, I almost fainted, 
there was so much blood. I was bleeding so badly there 
was a trail from my room to the toilet. I bled for three 
more hours as I just bawled and tried to stop the 
bleeding. I hurt everywhere; my arms were bruised, my 
ankles and thighs were bruised, I had a black eye and a 
bruised cheek from them slapping me, but inside of me, it 
hurt the most.

I could barely walk, but when the bleeding stopped, I 
dressed myself and tried to leave. That's when I saw my 
mother in the doorway, crying as she watched me. She 
begged me not to go, apologizing for him, grabbing my 
clothes and pulling my hair. I didn't say anything to 
her. She'd heard the whole thing for two hours and didn't 
do anything. I left that night, and I haven't seen them 
since.

"That was a year and a half ago. I came up to New York, 
hoping to find a job or something, staying at different 
homeless shelters. I hooked up with another girl, who was 
a runaway too. We managed to get part time jobs together 
at a supermarket out in Queens, and even a tiny 
apartment.

It was going well until about two months ago. The police 
came and took her while we were sleeping. She'd been 
selling drugs on the side, and someone died when they 
OD'ed on her stuff. They dragged me away too, and I spent 
two days in jail. I finally got a lawyer from Legal Aid, 
and he managed to get me out, but she ended up doing five 
years. It would have been more, but she rolled on her 
supplier.

"I drifted on the streets again, until a few weeks ago, I 
was starving. I finally ended up in an audition for a 
commercial they were shooting in the park. I'd managed to 
take a shower, and I shoplifted some makeup and a few 
snacks from a grocery store. I didn't get the part, 
obviously, but some guy hanging out there said he wanted 
to give me another audition up in Yonkers. I thought it 
was for a commercial or movie, but when I took the bus 
out there, I saw the strip club. I didn't want to go in 
at first, but I convinced myself that I could just tell 
them 'no' and get on with it.

"What changed my mind was all the money I saw. There were 
three girls there, all counting lots of money out of a 
jar they all had labeled 'tips'. I thought that if I 
could make that kind of money, I'd be able to go to 
school, maybe make something out of myself. My first day 
was the day before I met you. I thought I'd be alright, 
but tonight...tonight, they all looked at me, like Frank 
and his buddies had looked at me when they held me down 
and raped me. I had to leave."

"Now if you don't mind, I'm tired, and I'd like to go to 
sleep." She fell back onto the couch and closed her eyes. 
David held her hands in his as she snored softly.


*** Chapter Four - Beginning Again


David awoke the next morning to find an arm draped across 
his chest. Next to him was Katherine, lying on top of the 
blankets, still in her leather jacket and green dress. He 
got out of bed and covered her with a sheet, then made 
his way to the kitchen. There on the table were two bowls 
filled with Cheerios, each with two slices of toast, and 
a note on the fridge.

Dave,

Your couch sucks for sleeping on, so I hope you didn't 
mind I crashed next to you. I wanted to make eggs, but I 
can't cook anything more than toast. and besides, you're 
all out. Wake me up when you get this note.

Love,

Kat.

It was an hour before she finally woke herself up. David 
was sitting beside her on the bed, reading the front page 
of the New York Times. She glanced up at him and smiled.

"I thought I told you to wake me up!" She yawned as she 
talked.

"I tried. You snore so loudly nothing on Earth could 
compete." he said, not looking up from his paper. 
"Bullshit!" She laughed. David heard her and finally 
looked at her. Her hair was a mess, and her makeup was 
smeared. She was beautiful, he thought. He leaned in and 
kissed her. She reciprocated for a moment, then pulled 
away.

"Hold that thought!" She said as she crawled out of bed 
and scampered to the bathroom.

"Anyway, Cheerios are fine. I don't eat eggs anyway."

"Why not? High cholesterol or something?" Katherine 
asked. "No. I'm a vegetarian." David said, scooping 
another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. They were 
eating breakfast now that Katherine had showered. She was 
wearing a pair of running shorts that were two sizes too 
big and a sweatshirt, both borrowed from David.

"Really? What about the Chinese food?"

"All soy. No MSG either. Just veggie goodness."

"What about the milk? What's on my Cheerios?"

"Soy milk. It's good for you, drink up."

"Whaddaya know? I guess that means I'll have to do all 
the shopping if I'm going to stay here. You don't mind, 
do you?" she asked, her eyes pleading with him.

"No, I hate shopping. You can shop all you want."

"No, silly! I meant do you mind if I stay here?" "I'd 
like that. I really would." David said, meeting her gaze. 

They spent the day shopping for clothes, a few CDs 
Katherine swore she absolutely had to have, and during 
lunch, they sat in Central Park, watching a performance 
of "Hamlet" given by an acting troupe David had worked 
with before. 

On the way back to the apartment, David stopped at a 
large brick building in Greenwich Village.

"Where are we?" Katherine asked.

"This is an art house run by a friend of mine. Come on 
in, and I'll show you a few of my pictures."

Inside were a few well-dressed people wandering about 
looking at photographs hanging on the wall. When David 
entered the lobby, scattered applause broke out. A few 
people came forward to offer handshakes or kisses on the 
cheeks.

"Fans of yours?" Katherine whispered in his ear. "You 
could say that. My exhibition is upstairs. I'll show it 
to you." She followed him up the large staircase to a 
whitewashed room, with studio lights on all four walls 
illuminating different photos. there were photos of 
people underwater, of busy streets and country roads 
together and of a few celebrities in various poses. 
Katherine stared at a few photos of different sculptures, 
including the one she saw at his apartment, with the 
winged man embracing the reclining woman.

"'Eros and Psyche'. You probably saw it at the apartment. 
Its from a series I did of sculptures at the Louvre in 
Paris. this sculpture is of Eros, the god of love, who 
revives Psyche, who was put to sleep eternally while 
trying to win him back. I think the idea of this is that 
love overcomes. Eros and Psyche were great lovers, but 
they were tricked into being separated. Psyche literally 
went through hell to get back to Eros, but in the end, 
she died trying. Zeus took pity on her, and now she and 
Eros are together eternally, never to part."

"And this space here, what's going there?" She pointed 
out a space on the wall with no pictures.

"That's where you'll be in a few days."

Back in the studio, David sat on the couch, holding 

Katherine's hands as she reclined across his lap. They 
watched as raindrops fell on the window they stared out 
of, leaving streaked shadows behind them. A ding snapped 
them back into reality as the egg timer on top of the 
television chimed.

"Ready?" David asked. Katherine nodded. 

They made their way through the studio to the darkroom, 
where many photos were drip-drying. David grabbed a few 
of the driest ones, then brought them back into the front 
room, hanging them on the wire there.

"What do you think?" He asked. Katherine looked them 
over, studying herself in each pose. She moved from photo 
to photo, wringing her hands as she made her way across 
the room. "They're beautiful, but...." she trailed off.

"But, you don't like them."

"No! It's not that...."

"No, I understand. At least I think I do. You've come so 
far in just a few days, right? I think you're beginning 
to feel a little self-conscious again. It's alright, 
darling. I understand." "I mean, I know it's different. 
It's not dancing in front of a bunch of weirdo's, but I 
feel so exposed. I don't know if I'm ready for that 
anymore."

"I know, darling. I know...." He took down each of the 
photos, one by one, bringing them into the bedroom. 
Kneeling in front of the fireplace, he placed the stack 
of photos inside, then lit a fire. They both watched as 
the photos burned slowly, their corners curling inwards 
as the heat blackened the paper.

She was on the bed now, curled up nearest to the fire, 
watching the rain through the picture window. He was 
lying across from her, his head by hers, watching her 
watch the rain. She stared at him for a moment, then 
spoke.

"I'll never know how to thank you. Ever. You've done so 
much for me."

"It's alright. I think I could get used to having someone 
here with me. I'm especially glad it's you, Kat." He 
kissed her on the forehead, stroking her cheek with his 
hand. She sighed contentedly, closing her eyes and moved 
into his embrace. She pressed her lips into his, wrapping 
her arms around his neck. He kissed her again, running 
his fingers through her hair, stroking her neck behind 
her ears.

She sat up in the bed, lifting the sweatshirt above her 
head, then kicked off her shorts. Sitting in her bra and 
panties, she leaned over David, unbuttoning his pajama 
top. He slipped out of it as he sat up to face her, their 
eyes meeting as their lips found each other again. 
Katherine reached behind his back, helping him to remove 
his bottoms. Their arms wrapped around each other, each 
kissing the other lustfully, arms and hands roaming along 
the others' body.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" David asked her. 
She paused for a moment, shocked by the question.

"No...." she said, her head bowing. She started sniffling 
again, a tear falling onto the satin sheets.

"It's alright, darling. Not until you think you're 
ready." David said, cradling her in his arms. He pulled 
her down to the bed, holding her as she wept into his 
shoulder. She cried for a few more minutes, then rolled 
over to face the fire again. She inched back towards him, 
feeling the heat from his body against her back and legs. 
She let out a deep sigh.

"Thank you," she said.

Jake's wedding had gone spectacularly, due mostly in part 
to David allowing them to use his house for the ceremony 
and reception. A three story Tudor style home on a large 
plot of land in a rural community, it was decked out in 
floral arrangements and silk ribbons streaming from 
crossbeam to crossbeam. Katherine had accompanied David, 
and was especially amused when Jake asked if they'd met 
before. "Probably. Ever go grocery shopping in Queens?" 
she asked, jokingly. 

David was wandering about with his camera, taking 
pictures of guests and family members. Katherine 
flittered about, studying the home she was moving into 
that night. She'd grown fond of the apartment, but now 
that she'd seen the house, she was in love. The rustic 
charm reminded her of a cabin her father had taken her to 
when she was young. The hallways alone were almost as 
wide as that whole cabin had been, she thought. Upstairs, 
there were six bedrooms, three on each floor. The master 
bedroom on the third floor was bigger than her old 
apartment, and the bathtubs looked as if they could hold 
four people easily. 

As she came downstairs, she saw David standing near the 
bottom, watching her. He motioned for her to stop, and 
held up the camera as if asking if he could take her 
picture. She smiled and leaned against the railing. The 
flash went off, illuminating her black, knee length 
dress, made of a shimmering silk. "How does a 
photographer that doesn't work 8 months of the year 
afford a house like this?" she asked sarcastically, 
slipping her arm under his.

"Inheritance. This house is about one hundred years old 
or so. My father's father was born up in the bedroom I 
sleep in. I come from a long line of stock market 
geniuses."

"And I suppose you're making a killing?"

"No, that gene skipped me, but my twin brother runs the 
family investment house. His house is bigger. I think you 
could fit this building in the foyer of his house." he 
said. As they entered the main room, a slow, jazzy tune 
began playing.

"Shall we dance?" David asked, bowing to her.

"We shall," she said.

He took her by the hand to the open floor, where a few 
couples were already dancing. He put his arm around his 
waist, holding the other close to him. They moved about 
the floor, never taking their eyes off the others'. The 
song continued as David pulled her just a bit closer to 
him, their bodies pressed up against each other, almost 
nose to nose. As the song ended, he kissed her gently, 
squeezing her hand lightly.

"I love you," he said, gazing into her eyes.

"I love you too, David," she said, tears welling up.


*** Chapter Five - A New Home


It was late in the evening, after the party had gone and 
everything had been cleaned up, when David and Katherine 
finally brought their luggage in. A butler brought the 
bags upstairs as the two made their way to the dining 
room. A cook prepared a meal for them; chicken breasts 
with alfredo for her, a salad and pasta dish for him. 

"I suppose you have a maid too?" she asked as she drank 
her wine.

"Only on the weekends. She's a sweet old lady named Maria 
who moved here from Mexico. She's got three kids in 
college, and another who's a doctor in San Diego. My 
brother invested a lot of her money when she first 
started here. We were kids then, and already he was 
making her tens of thousands of dollars a year. Me, I 
took her picture all the time. I guess we were early 
bloomers." Katherine laughed at the thought of a young 
David with a tiny camera chasing a maid around the house.

After dinner, David dismissed the staff, then started 
unpacking while Katherine drew a bath. Grabbing a bottle 
of wine and two glasses, he knocked on the bathroom door, 
then stepped in. Katherine was seated on the edge of the 
tub, dangling her feet in, totally nude.

"I'm glad you came in. I'm afraid I'll drown in this 
thing." she said as she lowered herself in. David sat on 
the edge, handing her a glass of wine.

"It'd be a first, I think." He grabbed a bottle from a 
cabinet, and poured a scented liquid into the water. 
Jasmine and lilac filled the room as he took out a bottle 
of shampoo. David stood behind her, wetting his hands in 
the tub, then poured out a small amount of the shampoo in 
his hands. Delicately, he worked his fingers through her 
hair, around her scalp and behind her ears, almost 
tickling her sensitive spots. She let her head fall into 
his hands, closing her eyes as he lathered her hair. 
Scooping handfuls of water from the tub, he rinsed her 
hair, then let a little trickle over her face and neck. 

He took a cloth next, wetting it and soaping it as he 
lowered himself into the tub, facing her. He took her 
hand, lifting her arm from the water. He started with her 
soft hands, massaging the soap into her fingers and palm, 
then slowly led the cloth up her arm, passing her elbows 
and shoulder. He released her hand and took the other, 
repeating the process.

Next were her feet and legs. He started high on her 
thigh, moving the cloth down the toes over her shins and 
around her foot, then caressed her calves and thighs once 
more. Kneeling in front of her now, he reached around her 
with both arms, pulling her into his chest. He could feel 
her breasts pressing into him, her belly barely touching 
the fabric of his now soaked shirt.

He lathered her shoulders and back, making tiny circles 
downward until he reached the small of her back. He set 
her down, starting between her breasts, then over the 
tautness of her stomach, stopping just below the navel. 
He let the cloth fall into the tub, then, soaping up his 
own hands, he began tracing his fingertips along the 
curves of each breast, gently brushing against her erect 
nipples. He traced his fingers along the underside of her 
breast, then back to the breastbone. He lowered his head, 
kissing her on the forehead. He descended past her nose, 
placing a longer kiss on the tip, then pressed against 
her lips. 

He paused there for a moment, tasting her young breath in 
his mouth as his tongue met hers again. He resumed his 
journey, sucking and nibbling her chin lightly, then 
under her jaw line, and her neck where it met the 
shoulders. Going further, he nuzzled his nose into her 
breastbone as he kissed the side of each breast, then 
began moving his hand lower under the water. He took one 
nipple in to his mouth, twirling about it with the tip of 
his tongue. His fingers found their mark as he did this, 
causing her to jump a bit and gasp.

"Please," she said.

He kissed her lips again, his fingers moving up and down 
along her spreading folds. He began gently rubbing her 
clit with his thumb as he pushed his middle finger into 
her, kissing her over the face and neck. He'd discovered 
a few particularly sensitive spots behind her ears, which 
he kissed with all the passion he could muster. Deeper 
inside her, he began moving in and out, still stimulating 
her with his thumb.

Her breaths came quicker now, and he could feel the 
pounding of her heart through his own chest and lips. He 
slowly pressed his index finger into her now; she 
responded by moaning into his ear as she kissed him back. 
Her back was arched now as he sped up his thrusting. She 
was almost panting now.

He kissed her lips, hard, his tongue frantically 
burrowing into her mouth. She rocked her hips back and 
forth, moving to the pace of his fingers inside her. She 
wrapped her arms around his torso, her legs already 
entwined with his. She began to shake as David sped his 
fingers up once more. 

She'd closed her eyes and was writhing and squirming from 
his touch. Her panting gave way to moaning, Her back 
arched itself almost painfully, and her legs were 
stretched so far she could feel the opposite wall of the 
tub. He pressed a third finger into her, sending her over 
the edge.

Her eyes flew open, she gasped for breath between moans, 
and David felt the trembling of her body around his 
fingers. She remained like this for about ten seconds, 
then came back to Earth slowly. She stared at him now, 
still trying to catch her breath. He kissed her gently 
once more, lifting her out of the tub into his arms. He 
brought her into the master bedroom, laying her on the 
large bed in the center. 

He unbuttoned his dress shirt, then his pants. He slid 
into the bed next to her, both naked bodies reaching out 
for the other. He wrapped his arms around her, rolling 
over so she was on top of him. She began sliding her hips 
back and forth along his stomach, her hands squared on 
his chest.

She moved further and further back, feeling him pressing 
against her. Lowering her body until they were face to 
face, she kissed him and pressed back onto him. She 
gasped as he entered her for the first time, slowly 
sliding back until he was entirely inside her. He began 
rocking his hips up and down, pushing in and pulling out 
of her as they wrapped their arms around the other. She 
leaned her body to the side, rolling him on top of her. 
He began thrusting harder, their eyes locked as they 
shared passionate kisses and nibbles. 

He could feel the tension building, the warmth of her 
body as she approached another climax. Her legs were 
around his thighs now, pulling him in tightly to her. She 
met his thrusts as they intensified; he was swelling 
inside her and it felt wonderful. 
"Please...inside...me..." she gasped, feeling her body 
shiver as another orgasm jolted her. He gave one final 
thrust, spending himself deep inside of her. 


*** Epilogue - Six Months Later


"Investment banker." 

"No, that's my brother. How about football player?" David 
asked her.

She was sitting in his lap on the porch behind the house, 
overlooking the snow covered fields and woods. His hands 
were around her waist, holding hers, resting on her now 
swollen belly. "What if its a girl?" 

"Cheerleader then."

"How about another photographer in the family?" Katherine 
felt the platinum band around her finger, reminded of the 
reception two months ago.

"No, they're too temperamental. That, and I don't like 
being upstaged."

"Art critic?"

"No!" David grabbed her tightly, lifting her to her feet. 

They kissed, laughing, then headed inside as snowflakes 
began to fall. They were in the bedroom, making love to 
each other. A fire was burning steadily, casting a 
reddish light about the room. As David lowered himself 
onto her, she watched their shadow on the wall. Her hands 
slowly slipped over his sides, resting on his shoulder 
blades. She spread her fingers, the shadows stretched by 
the distance, until they formed long, thin extensions of 
his body. Like wings, she thought, like an angel's wings.

Fin.

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