Exposure
5
Run for the Border
SUNDAY MORNING, Anna and I bracketed Patricia in church with Little Toni. Patricia’s parents and Tony’s parents were in church with us, and so were Elizabeth, Christine, and Ronda. Just before the sermon, Mom performed the baptism.
“I’d like to invite Patricia Kowalski to bring her daughter Antonia to the front of the church. If the godparents and grandparents of Little Toni would join us, please.”
We all got up and shuffled up to the front. Toni was sound asleep, of course. When we were all gathered, Mom addressed the congregation.
Brothers and sisters in Christ:
Through the Sacrament of Baptism
we are initiated into Christ’s holy Church.
We are incorporated into God’s mighty acts of salvation
and given new birth through water and the Spirit.
All this is God’s gift, offered to us without price.
I already had tears in my eyes and I knew Anna and Patricia did, too. Mom addressed the nine of us—well, eight since the whole thing was beyond understanding to Toni—and asked the ritual questions.
On behalf of the whole Church, I ask you:
Do you renounce the spiritual forces of wickedness,
reject the evil powers of this world,
and repent of your sin?
It went on from there. I won’t bore you with the entire service. The important part finally came around and Mom took Toni from Patricia and held her in her arms. She dipped her fingers in the baptismal bowl and sprinkled the water lightly on Toni’s head three times.
Antonia El Kowalski, I baptize you in the name of the Father,
and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
The Holy Spirit work within you,
that being born through water and the Spirit,
you may become a faithful disciple of Jesus Christ. Amen.
Mom carried Toni up and down the aisles of the church so everyone could see her and greet her.
Now it is our joy to welcome
our new little sister in Christ.
We also want to welcome her mother, Patricia Kowalski,
into membership in the Tenbrook United Methodist Church.
When she returned to the chancel, she handed Toni back to Patricia. Patricia turned and handed her to me as she took her membership vows in the church. The rest of the ceremony was lost to me as I held and gazed at my little goddaughter. She was wearing a long Baptismal dress that Patricia had worn at her baptism. It didn’t look like Little Toni stood a chance of inheriting Patricia’s pale blonde hair, but her sparkling blue eyes were every bit as bright as her mother’s.
We all returned to our seats and, in the spirit of sharing, I handed Toni to Anna. I honestly couldn’t tell you anything about what Mom’s sermon was about.
We were all invited to Sunday dinner at the Bergs’ house. Kat ‘finally!’ got to hold Toni for a while. Tony’s sister Vanessa was in the same grade as Kat and both girls would soon be thirteen. They had lots to gossip about at lunch. Somehow, I think Kat managed to convince Vanessa to ‘sit’ for her in the studio while she sketched her and then painted a portrait. Well, I was glad the studio was going to get some use while I was in Chicago.
After dinner, we took Patricia and Toni to the studio—we being Ronda, Chris, Anna, Elizabeth, and me. I set up to take a week one portrait of Toni in her baptismal gown and she remarkably opened her eyes for it. I wanted to say she smiled, but Ronda told me it was probably just gas and immediately held Toni and patted her back until she burped. Oh, well. Then Patricia undressed for her first week post-partum picture.
“I’m not thin,” she complained. “You said I’d be right back in my old shape.” She looked like she was going to burst into tears, but started laughing instead. “I told you my tummy wouldn’t be flat yet. Little girl stretched me!”
“You’re still beautiful,” Elizabeth said. “I don’t know if I’ll ever have children, but if I do, I hope I come out of it looking as good as you.”
“You’re so sweet,” Patricia said. “Well, take the pictures. There’s no sense in me being naked if the camera isn’t clicking.”
“He’s here, Elizabeth,” Anna said from the studio door.
“I guess that means we have to say goodbye for now,” Beth said. “I’ve had so much fun here this week that I don’t want to go.”
“Thank you so much for holding me and helping me in the van on the way to the hospital,” Patricia said. “I feel like you are really part of our family. This has been a good week in so many ways.”
I was busy kissing Anna, but I had to break that off so I could kiss Elizabeth. Anna hugged Ronda, Chris, and Patricia, and bent over the little bassinette that I found at Wilson’s and cleaned up to use here in the studio.
“I just know she’s going to be all grown up by the time I get back,” Anna said. “Will she forget me?”
“Oh, we’ll keep reminding her,” I laughed. “Really. You’re only going to be gone a week. I’m just so happy you two are going to work together with Theresa and Leora to get Attic Allure East whipped into shape this week. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”
“Well, Deke is waiting and it will be after seven by the time we get home as it is,” Beth said. “We’d better go.”
I walked them out to the car and carried their bags. Deke quickly took them from me and stowed them then opened the door for the girls to get in. One more little kiss with each of them and they took off. I went back to the studio.
Chris and Ronda were going out and wanted to know if we wanted them to bring us anything. I said I thought we’d just go to the parsonage for ice cream and kissed my two girlfriends goodnight.
Then I carried the little cradle up to the fourth floor and Toni stayed asleep while Patricia and I stretched out on the bed together and took a nap.
Anna had been busy during my two weeks away before Toni was born. She had four senior photo sessions set up with girls from the class of 1969 in the next two weeks. I wasn’t collecting new models, so these were all paying customers who wanted a senior portrait and Attic Allure glamour photo.
I’d agreed to keep the rates the same this year and Miss Sullivan was paying me $15 per portrait for the yearbook. Then the girls paid $25 for the Attic Allure sitting. For their money, they got a 5x7 portrait to give to the yearbook staff and an 8x10 Attic Allure photo. They could order additional 5x7s of any shot for $3.00 and additional 8x10s for $5.00. Anna had fixed up a price sheet for various custom orders like getting them on archival paper or getting larger sizes. I didn’t expect we’d sell too many of those. Instead of glossy prints, I’d moved to a satin finish paper that people really liked for their portraits, but it was still RC paper and not what I called archival or art paper.
Chris and Ronda were at the studio to assist with the first one on Tuesday and it went pretty well, if unexciting. The girls in our class had built up a mystique about the photo sessions and the sexuality of them. That excitement hadn’t been passed on to the junior class, so this year’s seniors seemed more reserved. I thought they seemed less mature as well. Maybe that was just me as a graduate passing judgment on the next class. I needed to get past that.
We got really good photos of the first client, but she didn’t get naked or even want an off-the-shoulder glamour shot. She pulled it off incredibly well, though, in a plaid shirt and blue jean cut-offs. I set her up on the plank table with the cloudy backdrop and a couple of tree cutouts. She unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt, but was very conscious about making sure her bra didn’t show. She had a bit of straw she used, sometimes in her hand and sometimes to chew on.
What really made her photo was her hair. The girls in my class tended toward short hairstyles. The next class let their hair grow a little longer. This girl’s medium brown hair was shoulder length and curled like a big-hair country singer. And her smile was brilliant. I was pleased with the results.
I went to Patricia’s house after the shooting and visited the baby for an hour before I picked up Christine for dinner over in Fulton. And making love in the microbus.
Friday, we had a rather frustrating girl in for a portrait and Attic Allure photo. Chris and Ronda helped again, but the girl didn’t want to follow any directions and when I physically tried to turn her shoulders a little, she batted my hand away. Frankly, I thought the best Attic Allure photo we got of her was when she was scowling at me with a big leatherbound book in one hand, lecturing me. It turned out she thought that was the best, too, and ordered five copies. You just can’t predict what some people want.
Ronda and I went out after a visit to the baby and grabbed chicken from the Colonel in Huntertown before we made our way to the backwoods place she’d found early in the summer. It was Friday night, so we camped and spent all night making love in the back of the bus.
“It was so much fun staying with Elizabeth and working with the girls at Camera Warehouse!” Anna enthused when she got back to town Saturday afternoon. Of course, she had to make an appearance at home, but she wanted to go see her goddaughter and then to go out for a campout. For Anna, ‘campout’ meant ‘get naked.’ I wholly approved.
“I’m so glad you got along well there,” I said. I was far more focused on putting my cock in Anna’s pussy than on the details of her trip to Chicago. And when I was in, Anna’s focus changed as well. My first girlfriend, who didn’t want to kiss until she turned seventeen, was a voracious lover. I filled her and she screamed her pleasure into the night sky.
After we’d come down a bit, she continued her narration about Chicago as we continued to kiss and get ready for the next round.
“It was fun to meet a girl from your former school who was sweet on you. She says she really started it on the wrong foot and still regrets calling you Alfred E. Newman.”
“That did kind of cool things between us. I didn’t help matters.”
“So I heard. We hired a new girl to work on administration for me.”
“What? You just hired someone? Usually, I get some say in who works with me.”
“You’ll like her. She’ll do a lot of the stuff that I do, but mostly maintaining records and calendars,” Anna said.
“Who is this girl?”
“Your friend Nancy—maybe first girlfriend before me???—called your Uncle Nate. She said there was a girl in the hood who needed some help. She said she knew she couldn’t just keep asking you to hire friends, but this girl had some unique talents she thought you could really use. Uncle Nate interviewed her. Her name is Cassie Robinson. Nancy didn’t think you’d remember her because she is a year older. She’s had a rough time of it since she got out of school, including having been beaten by her ex nearly to death.”
“Oh no. Please don’t tell me she has anything to do with the gangs,” I moaned.
“Only to the extent that her ex was picked up by one of the gangs and was never seen or heard from again.”
“Crap!”
“Listen to me a minute before you jump to conclusions,” Anna said, taking my face in both her hands and turning me toward her. “She made some bad decisions, but she didn’t get involved directly with the gangs. The guy who’s leading the club down there—Nancy’s brother—has been trying to protect innocence, as she says. He considers a girl who says she doesn’t want to be involved with the gang to be just as much under his protection as a girl who joins the gang and becomes a club toy. The problem is that the beating she took somehow affected her speech. She speaks slowly and with difficulty. She’s smart as all get-out, though. Uncle Nate brought her to the studio and had Beth and me interview her. Nate, she’s a sweetheart. She can handle the calendar, supplies, and releases with no problem. And Levi said he wants her to work for him when she’s not involved with the studio, so she’ll be a full-time employee of Camera Warehouse.”
“I guess those are all stellar recommendations,” I said. “And I do trust you, Anna. If you say she’s the right person for the job, then she’s the right person. I get nervous about how involved we are with the gang. I walked with them after Dr. King was killed to help keep peace. But those guys are dangerous. I just don’t want to get on their bad side.”
“I should tell you one other thing then,” Anna said. I stopped sucking on her tit and looked up at her. “I met with him. With Nancy’s brother, Malcolm.”
“I thought you met with Hammer.”
“He says Hammer is like a DBA. It’s his business name. His real name is Malcolm.”
“I knew him for two years and never knew that was his name,” I snorted. “But you met with him?”
“Yes. I laid down the law. He’s a very protective kind of guy and I just told him flat out that if Cassie came to work for us, she was no longer under his protection. She’s under yours.”
“Fuck! How can I protect someone in the hood? I can’t even protect my friends here in Tenbrook.” This was serious.
“She’s no longer in the hood. As part of her compensation, Levi rented her a room in the Loop. She only has a couple of blocks to walk to get to work. It’s kind of like he adopted her. Malcolm did say that if you needed muscle, you should call him, but it would cost you,” Anna said.
“Because she’s my responsibility now.”
“That doesn’t make her a lover or a girlfriend, though,” Anna continued. “She’s really emotionally damaged. She was tolerant of the girls working in the studio naked and said she doesn’t mind being around the models who pose nude. She might not want to join in, though.”
“Looks like I have plenty of work cut out for me when I get to Chicago.”
I had a senior photo on Monday and another on Wednesday. The Monday shot was okay. She followed instructions and moved where I asked her to. It was hard to match anything up with her as far as a prop or setting went and we ended up with the most typical glamour photo you could ask for. She could almost use it for her yearbook portrait instead of the portrait.
Anna and Chris helped with the sitting. Ronda went with Patricia to her pediatrician appointment in Huntertown to get the baby checked out. We were all happy to hear that everything was fine and Little Toni had put on eight ounces in two weeks. It didn’t seem like much to me, but the doctor was pleased and said she was doing fine. I danced her around the room when she got home and generally made a fool of myself over her.
Wednesday, the senior photo session was different. Lisa Anderson, the editor for this year’s yearbook, was the client. Anna and Patricia helped as much as possible, but it was Judy who came to the rescue. She’d been to St. Louis for her interview and was bubbling over about being accepted to the costuming program at the college there. It seemed they were working on getting her some scholarship and financial aid that wasn’t based on sheer academic standing, like so many were. Judy was an okay student, but not stellar. What she loved was sewing and designing costumes.
Lisa pulled me aside where the other three girls couldn’t hear her and whispered to me.
“I don’t know how you usually do things, but when it comes time, I’d rather you just undress me however you want to. I don’t think I could make my hands move to take my own clothes off in front of a boy,” she said.
“Lisa, you don’t have to do a nude picture. None of the girls in your class who have been in so far have done a nude,” I said gently. She looked crestfallen.
“But… I… Won’t… Please?”
I had to decipher that and get it to what I thought she was asking. I stroked her cheek with a finger and she looked hopefully at me.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll take care of you. Do you want me to have the other girls leave? They’re very helpful to me when it comes to getting scenery and props changed. They’ll help you with costumes and makeup, too.”
“Donna said you won’t actually fuck me in the studio, right? So, I guess it’s okay to have them around. I’ll be embarrassed when you touch me, though. Just… um… make me forget about them.”
“I’ll do my best,” I said. I ran my fingers up through her hair to poof it out a little. Then I adjusted her collar and got a tissue to dab at the corner of her eye. None of that was necessary, but it got Lisa comfortable with my touch and relaxed her to know I was taking care of all the details.
I led her by the hand to the stool the girls had prepared in front of the standard blue backdrop, and seated her there. I did a lot of adjusting her positions and the lights. Like most of the girls who came to the studio, she wore a shorter skirt than was allowed in school, though I understood the phrase about a skirt touching the floor when kneeling had been cut from the dress code. Lisa had very pretty legs and I let my hand rest on her knee while I talked to her about expressions. Then I went to the camera and started taking pictures.
I think if I ever write a book about photography—as if anyone would be interested in what I have to say on the topic—it would be titled The Art of Seducing a Model. Granted, I simply enjoyed touching and looking at my models, but what Avery told me about being a therapist was also true. Many of the girls who came to me for an Attic Allure photo wanted something more to be revealed than their smile. That often involved revealing their bodies. Some just wanted to try on a bold persona. Some wanted to reveal their sexy side. And a few actually wanted to be seduced by the photographer… or the camera.
Lisa was a combination of these. She’d been with the yearbook staff when they worked on my gallery installation, but since she hadn’t had an experience in the studio, she did not do any ‘work’ upstairs. But she’d seen the looks on the other girls’ faces when they returned down to the second floor and wanted to wear that look herself.
As to my girlfriends and other models, I think they enjoyed watching another girl being brought into the inner circle and actually hoped they’d witness my newest model have an orgasm. I wouldn’t mind seeing that myself.
After we got the portrait taken care of, I conducted Lisa over to our costume rack.
“Do you like the water?” I asked.
“Yes. I love to swim and go boating,” she said. “I even like to fish.”
“I thought you might. Do you have your bathing suit with you?”
“A bikini,” she squeaked.
“Oh, it will be so nice to see you in a bikini,” I said, rubbing her waist. “I’d like to start with this over it.”
I handed her a little sailor outfit Patricia had come up with. It had a short white blouse that had just three buttons to hold the front together. They’d definitely show some cleavage. It had an equally short navy blue skirt with white edging around the hem. Finally, there was a collar that had that kind of flap back, like a sailor, and fastened together under her chin.
“Judy, you know how this costume works. Could you help Lisa get into her bikini with this over it?”
“Sure. Come on, Lisa. This is so sexy. I saw Patricia wear it once. You’ll love it,” Judy said as she led Lisa to the dressing room. Anna and I scurried to get the scene set up.
“We’ll use the beach scene backdrop,” I said. “Patricia, do you suppose you could find the nautical props upstairs? I’m sure we have a compass, a telescope, and a sextant up there. We’d better have a beach blanket, too. Maybe a beach ball and umbrella.”
“Call if Toni fusses,” Patricia said as she went upstairs. Her photos the past Sunday showed that at two weeks after birth, her body was proving its elasticity. She wasn’t quite as trim as she’d been before she got pregnant, but it was definitely coming.
We got things put together, including using the plank table at an incline, only supported at one end. It looked sort of like a boat deck. When Lisa came out of the dressing room, she was a doll. I went to her immediately and added my own touch with a little sailor hat on her hair.
“You look so yummy,” I said. I put my hand on her bare waist. “And so sexy. We’re going to do some fun scenes as if you were on a boat and sailing. Let’s start with the telescope.”
We took several pictures with the props and she was surprised when I reached around her to unfasten the skirt and let it fall, so she was in her red bikini bottoms. I lifted her legs out of the skirt and made sure to position her by putting my hand on her nearly bare butt. She put a foot up on the inclined table and held out the sextant as if she was taking a sighting.
“This is so good,” I said as I approached her to position her again. She was almost comfortable with my hand on her butt as we talked about the next scene and I unbuttoned the blouse. “I’m going to take one with the blouse open and then we’ll remove it. This red bikini is just made for you. Where did you get it?”
“I ordered it from a catalog Miss Ludwig had. I wanted a really hot bikini for you to see me in.”
“Oh, you chose well,” I said as I opened the blouse, brushing my hands across her upper breasts. She stood up straighter, which was a good sign to me. She wasn’t trying to hide her breasts from being touched.
I turned her away from the table incline and had her put a foot back against it with a couple of different poses. Then I removed the blouse entirely. She was surprised that the blouse came off without the little sailor collar. Just the collar and hat with that incredible red bikini made a pinup quality image.
“Oh, I’m glad to see there are no cup liners in this top,” I said as I petted across her breasts to pop her nipples up against the fabric.
“Judy had me take them out,” she squeaked.
“I can always depend on Judy to make great costume decisions,” I agreed. “You remind me of Raquel Welch in this.”
“I know she has bigger boobs than I do,” Lisa giggled.
“Oh, maybe a little bigger,” I said, focusing on her nipples another minute. Lisa pushed her bust up into my hands. “But I’ll bet no more sensitive or beautiful.”
I had her lie back against the planks and roll to face me slightly. The collar did absolutely nothing to hide her top but she looked like she was ready to ride the entire navy. I quickly changed film and went back to her. I cradled her as I lay her back against the planks on her back. I moved her up far enough that one leg was outstretched against the floor and the other bent on the planks. Then I reached around her and undid the fastener on the top, slowly pulling it off her arms and away from her breasts. I really didn’t think Raquel Welch had anything on Lisa. Her breasts were firm and the nipples were hard. I massaged her a little to make sure there were no creases left from the bikini and then sent her into a spasm by leaning forward and brushing my lips across her nipples.
“This is the picture everyone will want a copy of,” I said as I returned to the camera and moved in to frame her more appropriately.
Her nipples were pointing straight up in the air and her breasts hardly sagged to the outside at all. I was thinking I wanted a copy of this one for my private collection. I took the pictures and went back to her again.
“We haven’t made a nice picture of your back yet,” I said. “I want to see what that collar does to your shoulder blades.” I helped her roll over, liberally stroking her breasts as I held her. I pinched her nipples a little and she gasped, arching her back. “That arch of your back is exactly what I want as you stretch out on your elbows on the plank with your toes on the floor. We’re very close to perfect. You know what comes next?” I asked.
“My bottoms?” she rasped.
“That’s right. Don’t worry. I want you to stay right the way you are. I’ll untie them and pull them out and away. You don’t need to do a thing.”
I untied the strings and pulled the back away from her pretty butt. Then I reached between her legs and gathered the fabric as I stroked through her very wet pussy. She was gasping when I finally got the bottoms pulled through.
“We’re going to get just exactly what we want with this pose,” I said. “Everything you imagined your Attic Allure photo would be.”
I returned to the camera and took the picture. Then I went back to her and adjusted her position slightly as I caressed her butt and breasts. Back at the camera, I got another couple of shots and then I was out of film on that roll. I nodded to the girls and they started moving around doing miscellaneous tasks, like collecting the costume pieces and rolling up the backdrop, while I sat on the plank table with Lisa.
“I don’t want to just leave you hanging,” I said, “but the photos are through. Do you want me to help you over the edge?”
“Yes,” she gasped as she rolled to expose herself fully to my questing hands and lips. I sucked her nipples and pressed my fingers between her legs and Lisa gasped out a loud orgasm. Little Toni began to fuss. I scooped up Lisa and carried her to the dressing room where I kissed her thoroughly as I stroked her through another climax.
“Thank you for coming to Attic Allure,” I whispered. I left the dressing room.
And so, after two weeks of relatively uneventful photoshoots, I ended Wednesday with pussy juice all over my fingers and a satisfied yearbook editor leaving the studio. I went into the bathroom to wash up and Anna followed me in.
“Baby, I can’t…” I started to say when she closed on me and kissed me. I was going to say I couldn’t take another session of playing in a girl’s pussy without fucking. She didn’t give me that opportunity.
“You can’t go see Christine in that condition,” Anna whispered. “You need to have your head about you and be focused on her. I’ll just take the edge off so you can clear your head.”
She dropped to her knees and unfastened my trousers as I leaned back against the sink. I’d definitely gotten a little frustrated while I was taking care of Lisa. My cock was hard and I’d been leaking enough precome to soak my underwear. I don’t know what it was about these girls who came into the studio and wanted me to get them turned on while I took their pictures and if possible, give them an orgasm or two, but who had no thought in their head about my hard cock. Oh, poor me. Anna understood and took me in her mouth to nurse a giant ejaculation out of me in about two minutes.
“Honey,” I breathed. I pulled her up to me and kissed my lover deeply. “I should help you out,” I said. Having just berated a model in my head for leaving me hanging, I didn’t want to leave my girlfriend in that condition.
“You will. Tomorrow. We’ll go someplace and you can help me put your hard cock in my pussy until we both come together. I love you, Nate. I can wait until tomorrow. Now you need to get ready to go meet Chris.”
I washed myself up and got out of the studio.
The first thing Chris had me do was help her load the back of the Belvedere with all her stuff. I was thinking I’d leave for college with a suitcase and my camera equipment. I reconsidered when Chris told me all she’d packed. She had bedding, pillows, decorations for her walls, a typewriter, every possible kind of school supply she could use, fall, winter, and spring clothes, at least ten pairs of shoes, and an entire suitcase with nothing but makeup and toiletries in it. And stuffed animals. One box had at least a dozen stuffed animals in it.
“Do you have anything left at home?” I asked as I loaded the boxes.
“Um… not really,” she admitted. “I mean collections and toys and mementos, you know? I can’t take everything with me. I tried. I just want to be in my new apartment and have it feel like home. My new roommate and I have been talking on the phone almost every night. We don’t know if the apartment has dishes and cookware in it. Exactly what do they mean when they say ‘furnished’?”
“You haven’t actually seen where you’re moving to?” I asked. I shouldn’t have been too surprised. At the end of the month, I’d be moving to Chicago into a dormitory that I hadn’t seen yet. I wouldn’t be worrying about a kitchen, though. I was in a quad room, meaning there were four bedrooms with a common bath and study area. I didn’t expect to be in my room for much of anything but sleeping.
“No. The school had a matching system. They have student apartments and match students up with roommates. There’s no meal plan at the school, so we have to figure out our own food. I think Dianna and I will get along fine. We have similar tastes and will put together a food budget and menu as soon as I get there tomorrow,” Chris said. “Isn’t it exciting?”
“It is exciting. It’s just so hard to think of you being gone.”
“Yeah. That. I go from being so excited about moving I could come to being depressed because I’m leaving you and Ronda and everyone. I love you so much and I’m going to miss you like crazy.”
Chris caught me in a hug and smashed her lips against mine as I held her.
“We need to go someplace now!” she said as we broke off the kiss. “I can’t stay out all night because we’re leaving early in the morning. So, you need to fuck all your love into me in the next two hours so I’ll be full enough of it to last me in Peoria. Who knows when I’ll ever get to have sex again?”
“As soon as I can arrange to see you again,” I laughed. I led her to the van and she didn’t even bother getting in front. She rolled onto the bed and started stripping before we were even out of town. I headed for the river and as soon as I was parked, I jumped in back and a naked Christine started tearing at my clothes.
“I love you,” I said as I tried to smother her entire body with kisses. “My first kiss. My first time making love. You are my first true love.”
“Oh, Nate, make love to me. Let’s make love in every position we can. Let me suck on you. Let me come on your mouth and on your dick. I’m so afraid I’m going to be your first heartbreak, too. And you mine.”
“We don’t have to break each other’s hearts,” I said. “We’ll have breaks from school. I’ll even take long weekends sometimes and come to Peoria. We’ll have Thanksgiving and Christmas and spring break. I’ll be in Tenbrook lots and meet you there. And in no time, it will be summer and we’ll be together again.”
“Last year we were so afraid things would change over the summer and we wouldn’t be with Ronda in the fall. Now, I’m afraid things will change over the winter and we won’t be together in the summer,” Chris said. “Sometimes I hate being a teen and growing up and always being unsure of what comes next. Just love me now. Love me. Love me. Love me.”
I did my best. It was only nine o’clock, though, when I had to take her home so she could have a little family time before bed.
When Chris left in the morning, her brother and sister went to stay overnight with the Mays. Ronda went with Chris and her parents on the way to Peoria. I was glad Ronda was going to stick with Chris all the way to her new home. I didn’t feel like doing much, but I picked up Anna and we had lunch, then went to park in a secluded spot near the river. For a long time, we didn’t even get in the back. We just sat in the front seat holding each other and listening to the river. Finally, we grabbed a blanket and spread it out on the grassy beach and very slowly and gently made love.
I was so thankful that Anna was in my life. I’d have been depressed all weekend over Chris leaving. She’d made it sound so final when she said ‘Goodbye.’ I just hoped she would find what she was looking for. It was hard to think about Chris, though, with my cock slowly moving in and out of Anna and a look of absolute love and devotion in her eyes. We were eighteen years old and the most important thing in the world to us was in our hands.
I loved Anna. But I couldn’t deny my love for Christine or Ronda or Patricia or Elizabeth. It was hard to be separated from Beth, but we talked three or four times a week. Chris had left with no phone number. I hoped Ronda brought back a number so I could talk to Christine occasionally. That would make it all easier. Or harder. I wasn’t sure which. I’d toured the dormitory when I registered and the only phone was a pay phone in the hall.
We spent Friday getting ready for a new client, and on Saturday, Anna, Patricia, and Pris assisted with her. This Chicago model knew exactly the cheesecake poses she wanted. She wasn’t shy about being naked, but she was careful to have the important bits covered when I snapped a picture. I gave her what she wanted but I didn’t think we had achieved any great works of art.
We celebrated Toni’s three-week picture in the studio and I invited Kat to join us. She watched as I took the pictures of Toni and then was fascinated to see Patricia strip and do her poses to record the changes in her body. What interested Kat even more was her thirteenth birthday present. In one corner of the studio, I’d placed a new easel and drawing supplies for her to use in the studio. She immediately wanted Patricia to sit for her as she sketched. Patricia was more than happy to oblige her and Anna and I took turns dancing around the studio with Toni.
I brought both Patricia and Anna home with me in the evening to share ice cream and chocolate syrup while we watched TV. That also gave Mom and Dad an opportunity to hold the little one. After we’d finished the Ed Sullivan Show, I took Anna, Patricia, and Toni to their homes.
I was up early on Monday morning. Ronda had called Sunday evening and confirmed our camping trip for this week. It was so good to hear her voice. She told me she’d tell me all about her trip to Peoria on the road. I had most of the supplies in the bus, but Ronda brought out two ice chests and a picnic basket with food—in addition to her mountaineering pack with her clothes and toiletries in it.
If you had asked me about camping with Ronda when I met her, I’d have told you it was a crazy idea. Ronda’s honey blonde hair was always perfect. Her nails were always perfect. Her clothes were always perfect. She had the whitest teeth of anyone I’d ever met. She was five-one and weighed a perfect 105. There was no way this little doll would rough it in a tent.
Then I found out she spent her summers mountain climbing in Colorado. Her parents camped with her and Danny all across the country. She’d won mountaineering awards and was used to packing her bivouac ten miles into the wilderness to set up camp at the base of the next peak she’d scale.
It didn’t surprise me to have her climb into the bus in shorts and a T-shirt, suspenders over her shoulders. She wore heavy hiking boots with socks up over her ankles and carried a broad hat and sunglasses.
And, of course, she looked absolutely perfect. Her teeth were shiny. Her hair was perfect. Her nails were painted. The one thing I noticed that was different than her usual perfection was that her perfect breasts were unleashed beneath her T-shirt. Perfect!
“Where shall we head, fair lady?” I asked when we were in the bus.
She reached in the glove compartment and pulled out my stack of maps, sorting through them until she found the one I’d marked up when I first got the bus. She tapped it.
“Take me to Canada.”
I must have looked disbelieving, because she opened the map and pointed out the route I’d carefully plotted.
“You really want to go to Canada?”
“You said when you first got this microbus seven months ago that you needed to make regular trips to Canada to practice. But you haven’t made one yet. It’s 450 miles to Canada. Assume you just got your draft notice. Let’s run for the border,” she said.
I grinned at her, put the VW in gear and headed east. At Rockford we’d hit Interstate 90 into Chicago and then on across Michigan on Interstate 94. In nine or ten hours, we’d cross from Detroit south to Windsor, Ontario.
Once we were moving and knew where we were headed, we settled in and enjoyed the ride, singing and talking the whole way. I was in fourth gear with my left hand on the wheel and my right hand on the inside of Ronda’s perfectly smooth leg. It was so good to have her cuddled next to me.
She told me all about Chris’s new apartment and her new roommate, Dianna. After they’d gotten moved in, they had to go get groceries. Then there was unpacking. Ronda stayed with her overnight, but then they came back home. She was sorry she hadn’t felt like coming over to the studio on Saturday or Sunday. She’d been really depressed after leaving Christine in Peoria. But then she remembered that she had a weeklong date with her boyfriend and that improved her mood greatly.
It improved my mood, too. We traded off drivers every couple of hours and stopped to get gas. We picnicked near Kalamazoo, Michigan. We drove slowly through the uncertain regions of Detroit and onto the Ambassador Bridge into Canada. I was in the driver’s seat when we approached customs. I handed the border guard my license.
“Reason for your visit?” he asked.
“Pleasure. I’m a photographer and we thought we’d do some camping and nature photography,” I said.
He looked inside at Ronda.
“Are you eighteen and are you crossing in the company of Nate Hart willingly?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she answered and handed him her driver’s license. He checked it and nodded.
“Are you fleeing from the draft?” he asked me. I didn’t think they usually asked anything about that, but I figured it was best to just answer the question.
“No, sir. We’re just practicing,” I said. He grinned at me.
“Welcome to Canada.” He handed me our licenses and waved us through.
We found a site in a campground near the airport, and set up our tent extension. We managed to get some food prepared from our supplies for dinner and then tumbled into bed to make love. We lost ourselves in the sensations of being together and of loving intensely and frequently. In fact, we didn’t really let up at all until after midnight. We just kept whispering and petting until one way or another I found myself in her again. Then we’d slowly make love, sometimes almost drifting off to sleep before we recovered enough to keep fucking.
Two things were readily apparent when I woke up, though it took a moment to separate them from strange dreams. The first was that Ronda’s perfect bare breasts were in my hands as she spooned against me with my cock lodged between her butt cheeks. I shifted involuntarily to feel that silky softness against my cock.
The second was that we were getting soaked.
We’d left the sunroof open all night and early Tuesday morning there was a cloudburst that had us scrambling to close things up before we were completely awake. We got the sunroof closed and just sat on the bed, soaking wet. Our blankets were wet. Our pillows. Our hair. My poor beautiful perfect Ronda! Her hair was plastered against her head, and makeup ran in streaks down her face. I was sure my condition was no better as she looked at me in wonder. Then we sputtered in laughter.
“At least we were naked for our shower,” she said.
“Yeah. And since we’re all wet and naked anyway, we might as well make love again,” I responded. She snorted as if I was crazy, but a minute later we were sloshing around on our wet bedding and I was buried deep in my beautiful lover.
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