The Space Between - I - Intersecting - Sex Stories

The Space Between - I - Intersecting

... possible. Since he was not expected at the office for a few more hours, he took the rolls of film into his developing room and started to work on them. In the glow of the red light in dark room, Diane appeared on film. First, little bits of her; then, less abstract photos. He hoped there would be more to come. As he locked up the studio, he wondered when he’d see her again. John had arrived home from the studio to the normal craziness; the dog was barking, his wife was discussing something with one of the children and his mother was making enough food for a family of 16. He gave his wife a quick kiss hello, and went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge to find a beer. Popping the lid, he took a quick sip. John smiled at his mother, “Hi ma. What’s for dinner?” “Pulled pork, although Clare says she’s becoming a vegetarian. I told her she can become a vegetarian when she goes to university, because she won’t be able to afford meat then.” Ma chuckled. John grinned at his mother. After their typical loud dinner, John helped his mother clean up. Sipping another beer while drying and putting away the pots, his mind turned to today’s photo shoot and the woman who seemed to be imprinted on his eyelids. Almost like he could see her texting, John’s cell on the counter top vibrated, receiving a text message: Diane – 7:44 PM This is Diane. Would Monday work for you? Let me know. Thanks. John stood leaning against the island, reading the text while the dog was barking, and his wife ...

... was talking to their oldest about his curfew. His mind tumbled yet again into the serene studio and how Diane looked sitting on that navy chair. He pressed reply. Hi Diane. Monday works fine in the afternoon – let’s try for 2. John He pressed send. Diane – 7:59 PM Thanks J. See you at 2. D. John smiled at his phone, oblivious for a moment of the noise of his home. Looking at his calendar, he decided he’d clear off a few days in case things went longer with the photo shoot for Diane. Monday afternoon, John arrived at the studio before Diane. John loaded the film in Beauty and the spare, and had another eight rolls of film ready to go. He sipped his water and logged onto his computer, pulling up his playlist to keep him company until Diane arrived. At 2:30, Diane knocked on the door. “Sorry I am late. Stuff, you know,” she smiled as she entered the studio. Diane was wearing a faded blue denim shirt over a pair of white loose capris. She put down her bag on his table, and kicked off her sandals. She pulled out a chair and sat sipping her take-out tea. “So, what’s the plan for today?” she asked. John leaned back watching her. Diane met his gaze without wavering. He gave a little grin and said quietly, “What have you visualized for today?” Diane continued to hold his gaze. “Well … the light is different in here now. Perhaps we should try the other side of the studio? What does it look like?” as she got up. John got up and showed her the way to the other side where the dark room was. ...