Body Shop Repair (gxg)

Chapter 39

The only drawback to being a swimsuit model is when your girlfriend photographer makes you wait to make love, because she has every intention of leaving little bites all over your body and she didn't want to have to photoshop them all out of the photos. So, it has now been four days since I'd been able to enjoy Izzy in all the ways that I was craving.

               We'd driven back to the apartment on Sunday, noticing that even more of Erin's things were gone, and settled in nicely. But she wouldn't let me make love to her, and it was driving me crazy! "You have to wait, Trish! We have the shark suits this week, and I want you to look amazing!" she said while straddling me in the bed, giving me sweet kisses to punctuate her argument. "As soon as we're done with those, we'll make love as many times as you like, I promise!"

               "Can't I just have a little taste of you?" I whined. "I mean, Miki taught you new stuff, and I want you to teach them to me too!!"

               She lay down on top of me, her head on my chest and sighed deeply. "Trish, if I show you, then I'll never want to stop, and you know it. If we get this shoot done, then you're done till the next collection. We can do whatever we want for months, and I will make sure you never have to ask again."

               Yeah, I knew she was right, but it didn't mean I was happy about it. The problem is, once we started, we tended to just go and go and go until we ended up a pair of quivering lumps that would squish together in the sheets. Wait, that sounds disgusting. My point is, we ended up exhausted and she was absolutely right about the bites.

               The shark shoot was amazing though. I'd seen the images, but the live suits were spectacular, and it made it even better that this was my first time working only with Izzy, and not Jeremy. It made everything so much better, to pose in front of her and touch myself in a way that would drive her crazy. I knew that by the time we got home, we'd both be feverish for each other, and it would be everything we'd wanted.

               The pictures had been coming out better than I could have imagined, and Tia was crowing every time a new batch came from Izzy's magic camera. Leila and Amy were hanging about, just because they had nothing better to do and wanted to see the gang again with the studio open. Paulina was back at work, with her arm in a sling, and both Laura and Faith were there with her. I'd never seen her so happy, and both girls were constantly touching her, as though afraid she might disappear. They were adorable to see together. Izzy even had all three of them do a little photo shoot, carefully hiding Paulina's sling behind the bodies of the other girls.

               It was a great time, and quickly reminded me of the times we had up at Layla's house, though with bathing suits on. We were making a lot of very scantily clad friends! Part of me thought we should just bring them all up to Lylah's house for a giant naked party, but I didn't think Miki would survive that many naked women!

               "Okay! I think we're done with photos for a while!" Izzy announced. Normally, it would take weeks for Jeremy to get shoots done because he was so hard to work with, but with Izzy in charge we were done in days. Needless to say, Tia was thrilled with the change.

               When we'd filled everyone in on Izzy's past and Jeremy's involvement, they all wanted to go to the jail, post whatever bail they needed to pay, and get him out on the street just to kick him in the balls until they fell off.

               It was a nice sentiment, and I was on board with that plan.

               Unfortunately, I very much doubted that the police were. I guess jail would have to do.

               Everyone cheered at the photo wrap, with me the happiest of all because fuck, did I need to take my girl home! I wanted to wake up tomorrow with both of our bodies littered with bites and scratches.

               "Okay people!" Tia announced. "Amazing work! Laura and Faith, if you want to come back any time to do more, you're welcome to! Paulina, get better, have those girls take care of you! Amy and Leila, wonderful as always! Trish, great work with the shark suits! Izzy, you're a life saver and we're all so glad to have you with us!"

               Everyone gave Izzy a cheer as she started putting away her gear, and everyone else started filing out of the building to head to their next destinations. I headed for my changing room to get out of the great white suit and into my shorts. I'd just slipped out of the suit when Izzy came into the changing room, a camera over her shoulder, and locking the door behind her.

               I cocked my eyebrow at her. "Really? You can't wait till we get home?" I couldn't blame her, I'd wanted to take her on the sand of the artificial beach all morning!

               She gave me a small smile. "I want to take some more pictures of you, then we can go home and I'm going to make you mine, over and over again."

               Oh, I liked the sound of that! "Which suit do you want me in?"

               "You're wearing it." I looked down, making sure she realized I was completely naked.

               "You want me to pose nude?" My heart started to race at the thought of posing just for Izzy.

               She nodded slowly, her eyes running up and down my body. "I do. I want to memorialize every inch of your beauty. Just for me. My own little art book of the most beautiful woman to exist in my world."

               I almost melted at that. From anyone else, I'd probably think it was weird, but from Izzy I knew what she meant. Honestly, I wanted to have more pictures of her too. She spent so much time behind the camera, that I wanted some of her too. "Then tell me where you want me."

               She spent the next hour posing me, taking pictures of me in a way I would have never imagined. Images from between my legs up to my face with me cupping my breasts as though presenting myself to her. Close ups of the curve of my hip. My scar from multiple angles. Just my face with every expression under the sun. My ass with me bent over and winking through my legs. Honestly, I couldn't wait to see what she made with it.

               "Thank you!" she said happily when we were done. "Are you ready to go home?"

               "Nope. I get to take some of you now!" I countered. "Strip!"

               "Trish, I'm no model!" she complained, her face breaking out into a blush.

               "You are to me. You have hundreds of pictures of me. I only have a few selfies with you, and I want more. You need to be memorialized as well!" I told her. She was an angel, and I wanted to make sure she knew it.

               She smiled, then stripped herself bare, knowing I wouldn't go home with her till I got what I wanted. I did the same for her as she did for me, though I'm sure not nearly as well. I took dozens of pictures though, of every inch of her that I loved. I knew I got some good ones, because there were some of her blushing that was always my favorite feature. The sweet and innocent girl that turned into a passionate lover in the bedroom. I loved every bit of her.

               "Take me home, Trish. I can't wait anymore!" she finally whispered. "I need you"

And that was my cue! We both got our clothes on as quickly as possible, and then piled into my car. I think we made it home in record time, and then kissed our way up to the apartment. Thankfully, Erin was still out, because we were going to be very loud. Our clothes were flying as soon as we got in the door while we stumbled into the bedroom, somehow attached at the lips while disrobing.

               "Trish?" she whispered while breaking our kiss. "I know I tell you I love you, but I don't think I ever realized how much it was even possible to love until I met you."

               I knew exactly what she meant. What I had with Izzy, after a bit over a month, felt absolutely amazing. "I know exactly what you mean. It feels a little overwhelming sometimes, but in the best way possible. Nothing will ever tear this apart. You're mine, and I'm yours!"

               "Then let me make you mine," she murmured, pushing me back onto the bed. "I want to share everything with you, Trish."

And then she showed me more of what Miki taught her.