Nils met Jenni at the wedding of the daughter of one of his best friends. Jenni was in the wedding party, though not the bride’s maid of honor. She came up to Nils as the reception was winding down. “I really love the painting you did of Merci and Mark,” she said. Merci was the daughter of Nils’ friend. “They look so in love in your painting. It’s wonderful.”

Nils thanked Jenni for her kind words. “I hope you don’t think this is horribly rude,” she went on, “but I was wondering if there’s any chance you could paint a picture of me. See, I’m getting married next week. A week from today, actually. I know it’s horribly short notice, and maybe not something you’d even consider, but I wanted to give Jace, that’s the guy I’m marrying—I wanted to give him something really really special, but I couldn’t think of anything, and then I saw your painting, and, well...”

“I would think giving yourself to Jace is present enough,” Nils said. “But possibly I could do a painting of the two of you, though you’re right, it is short notice.”

“I could sit for you tomorrow, if that works for you,” Jenni said. “Not all day, but I’m free in the afternoon from one to three.”

Nils smiled. “I’d probably have to work from a photograph,” he said. “Are you two thinking of a formal sort of portrait, or something more casual?”

“Actually it’s just going to be me,” Jenni said. “It’s like a surprise, you know?”

Nils said that would work for him, and they arranged to meet at Jenni’s apartment at one the next afternoon.

The next afternoon the weather was gray. The doorman at Jenni’s apartment building said he was expected.

“I’m so glad you can do this,” Jenni said, leading Nils into the apartment’s living room. “We haven’t really moved in yet. That’s why there’s so little furniture. I’m thinking the painting of me should go over the bed. But I got so flustered when we talked yesterday, I forgot to ask how much the painting would cost.”

Nils said he would be happy to do the painting as a wedding gift. “I like doing that sort of thing,” he said, “but only for special people.”

“Marci said you were really nice,” Jenni said. “I feel like such a lucky girl.”

“Did you have any particular pose in mind?” Nils asked. “Perhaps sitting on that couch? Are you just looking for head and shoulders? You do have beautiful green eyes.”

“Actually I was thinking my whole body,” Jenni said. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind doing something a little—” She bit her lip before continuing. “Erotic? Like nude?”

Nils said he wouldn’t mind.

“Marci said you were very reasonable and understanding,” Jenni said. “I was thinking maybe me lying on the living room rug? Does that sound doable?”

“Very doable,” Nils affirmed.

“So should I just take off my clothes?” Jenni asked.

“You should,” Nils said. “Do you mind if I take pictures of you while you undress? Sometimes pictures of beautiful women undressing are more interesting and more erotic than when they’re completely nude.”

“Sure,” said Jenni. “But I do hope I’m a least a little erotic when I’m completely nude.”

“I’m sure you’ll be abundantly erotic,” Nils said. “If possible, while you’re undressing, pretend I’m not here. Just undress as if you’re thinking about meeting your—I’m sorry, I can’t remember your husband-to-be’s name.”

“Jace,” Jenni said.

“Right. Jace. If you could undress as if you’re thinking about meeting him in bed for the first time as man and wife.”

As Jenni undressed, Nils took picture after picture. ¹

“Lovely,” he said, once Jenni was fully undressed. “Definitely erotic. Abundantly erotic. Now just lie on the floor and think sexy thoughts, and I’ll take a few more pictures.”

Jenny lay on the floor, and Nils circled her, taking picture after picture.

“Great,” he said. “I think I have what I need. You can get dressed now.”

Jenni got to her feet. “I’m so excited,” she said. “I mean to see the painting. But also a little turned on. Maybe more than a little.”

“I could see that,” Nils said. “I hope the painting pleases you and Jace.”

“I’m sure it will,” Jenni said. “Before you go, there’s one more favor I have to ask.”

“Okay,” Nils said.

“This is going to sound really weird but—do you think maybe you could fuck me?”

Nils raised his eyebrows.

Jenni blushed. “See, Merci said you were a really good lover, the best she’s ever had, and the only person I’ve ever had sex with is Jace, and I don’t want to be unfaithful to him, and...”

“I understand,” Nils said.

“Could we do it right here in the living room? Jace and I haven’t done it here in the new apartment yet, and...”

“No problem,” Nils said.

They made love on the green living room rug.² Jenni was a little shy at first, but Nils was patient and brought her to a lovely orgasm.

Before she could fully recover, he carried her to the couch and made love to her there.³ Two more orgasms, and Jenni was all but delirious. “Too much, too much, too much,” she blurted.

“One more,” Nils said. He guided her to a little table. “Brace yourself,” he told her. He moved into her from behind and fucked her hard and fast. She came almost immediately, her wet cunt clutching Nils’ ejaculating cock.”

Spent, he turned her and held her, and they did the quietest dance, swaying together. They shared a last sweet kiss, and Nils said he’d better get to work on the wedding painting.

“Can I suck your cock before you go?” Jenni asked.

Nils chuckled. “Your Jace is going to be one lucky guy.”

“Maybe not,” Jenni said. “I think I’m calling off the wedding. But can you do the painting anyway? Please, please, please?”⁴

Fuck Notes

1. Jenni Undressing

“I’m hardly wearing anything,” Jenni said. “Just these boots and this sort of sleeved gown. I wasn’t really sure how you wanted me.” Jenni kicked off the boots and went to the window. Her back to Nils, she shrugged out of the sleeves. When she half-turned, Nils could see the shape of her breasts from the side. The nipples were decidedly erect. She wiggled and the gown fell. She turned the rest of the way and took a hesitant step toward Nils. “You are very beautiful,” Nils said from behind his camera. “Stop there for a moment.” Nils’ camera lingered on the round breasts, neither very large nor very small, with reddish pink nipples, upturned and plump as ripe berries. He aimed his camera lower. “Move your hand, sweetie,” he asked Jenni. Her hand, which had been covering her mound, moved obligingly to the side. Jenni was smoothly shaved. Centered in the notch of her sex crease, the hood of her clitoris was clearly visible, with the bud of clit peeking out. It made Nils smile. It made his cock come erect. He took a picture of Jenni’s charming sex, the appealing gap between her slender thighs, and then he lifted the camera again to take in Jenni’s face, her expression some mixture of innocence, wonder, and wanton lust.