Cassie was surprised to get a call from Ivan. He asked her if she was interested in going to a photographic exhibition at the senior center. “Shouldn’t you be taking Amber?” Cassie asked.

“Well, uh, the thing is...” Ivan started to explain. Then, “Actually I did take her, but somehow the conversation turned to how you were doing, and I ended up in the doghouse. So we left before we actually saw the photographs.”

“So when is this exhibition?” Cassie asked.

“Actually, it’s closed,” Ivan admitted. “But I can get us in. I have keys to the senior center because I did some renovation work for them last year.”

“And you think Amber’s going to be okay with us going together?”

“I need to see you,” Ivan said.

The exhibition consisted of about twenty photographs in the smaller of the two senior center meeting rooms.

“Actually these are pretty good,” Cassie said, after they’d viewed the pictures.

“I thought you might like them,” Ivan said.

“Which is your favorite?” Cassie asked.

Ivan led Cassie to a photograph of some ceramic pitchers.

Cassie studied the picture. “Why this one?” she asked.

“I guess it’s the way it makes me feel,” Ivan said.

“How is that?”

“Like I have to kiss and suck your nipples,” he said.

“Now that you mention it,” Cassie said, “I have sort of the same feelings.” She eased her top down, exposing her breasts.

A couple of minutes after her orgasm, Cassie wondered whether the photographer had any idea how the picture would serve as a sexual stimulus. Then she felt a little bad that somehow Amber and Ivan were having problems, and that she might be part of those problems. She was going to raise the issue, find out the details, but Ivan was pointing out the next photograph, this one of a ceramic mug with a pear painted on it. “I like this one too,” he said.

“Because?”

“Can’t you guess?” Ivan asked.

“Something sexual?” Cassie said.

“Go on,” Ivan prompted.

“The pear makes you think of a woman. Her you-know-what.”

“Your you-know-what,” Ivan said. His hand was already working the zipper of Cassie’s jeans.

Not long later Ivan discovered that Cassie’s you-know-what was juicier than the juiciest pear.

A good half hour after that, Cassie watched Ivan struggle into his shirt. “I don’t know if I have the energy to put on my pants,” he muttered. “I guess I should give it the old college—”

“Not until I’ve given your penis a goodbye kiss,” Cassie said, and she managed to get to her knees and then to get the cap of Ivan’s cock into her mouth. Cassie enjoyed the taste of her own flavors as she sucked, and soon the somewhat softened cock expanded.

“I don’t think I can—” Ivan began, but Cassie persevered, and it turned out he could.