The Exhibitionist
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: Molly reconnects with her college friend Kim, and Kim shows Molly and her boyfriend John the gallery where she works and a very special exhibition. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Interracial Black Male White Female Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Illustrated .
We’d lost touch after graduation, but a little over a year later, Kimmie, my roommate and best friend from college, found me on Facebook. It turned out we both lived in the city. We decided we definitely had to get together.
Over lunch we talked a little about our boyfriends and our work. She was the same complicated Kim as ever, bubbly yet reserved, vivacious yet demure, beautiful yet–well just plain beautiful. She told me she had a great job at an art gallery. “Right now it’s mostly fund raising and stuff, but I’m practicing to be a full-fledged exhibitionist.” I had to laugh. “No, seriously,” she said. I smiled and shook my head. “I’ll show you,” she said. “Bring your boyfriend to the gallery next Saturday at closing.”
John and I met Kim at her gallery, where Kim introduced us to Hector, a black guy whose beauty matched Kim’s. I felt John and I were a little underdressed in our jeans and tee-shirts; Hector had on a suit and Kimmie was wearing a bright silk kimono, which stopped about six miles above her knees. “You like?” she said, giving us the full twirl. The kimono’s skirt rose up. “Oh my God, Kimmie,” I exclaimed, “you’re not even wearing...” Blushing, Kimmie said, “Don’t worry, I was. I took them off just for you. Now if you guys will just sign these forms we can get started.”
The gallery was small, three rooms, the first two filled with very modern paintings, which we dutifully admired. Then Kim opened the door to the final room. It was dark. “I don’t see anything,” John said. Kim said, “Don’t worry, you will.” She led John and me to a wooden bench and had us sit. The bench had a shallow scallop along the center which made it very comfortable. We sat in the silence for a while. “What’s happening?” John whispered. The acoustics were extraordinary. His voice was mellow and full. It made me shiver. “I don’t know,” I answered. My own voice made me shiver, too.
Then the lights came on, dim at first. There was Kim, kneeling in the center of the exhibition room. There was Hector standing several feet behind her. As the light came up all the way, we could see they were both completely naked. I was more than a little shocked. I took John’s hand.
Kim glanced at us briefly, offering us a strange smile, both beguilingly innocent and utterly lewd, and then she looked back over her shoulder at Hector and her hand went to her bottom.
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