Exposure
11
Holiday Chaos
THE NEXT WEEKEND, I made a fast trip back to Tenbrook. I had a photoshoot in Chicago first thing Saturday morning and as soon as it was finished, I left Theresa and Leora to straighten the studio and I took off. Anna was waiting for me in Rockford and we took time for a few deep kisses, but I was on the road again in minutes. It had been seven weeks since I’d been back to Tenbrook. Even though Thanksgiving was only two weeks away, I couldn’t miss being home for Patricia’s nineteenth birthday.
Anna didn’t go to her own house when we got to town. We went straight to Patricia’s house. Anna was staying there to sit with our goddaughter overnight as I took Patricia out to the RV park for the night. There was no one there, including the owner. The water to sites was shut off, though we could use the toilets and sinks in the shower house.
As soon as we could get settled down, Patricia and I just stretched out on the bed and held each other. We didn’t rush to sex. It was enough that she was in my arms.
“Has it been hard these past weeks?” I asked.
“I miss you. All four of you. I’m busy with the baby, but I miss you so much sometimes my eyes hurt. I never wanted to be alone.”
“Do you want to come and live with me in Chicago?”
“I’d love to be with you in Chicago, but there would be a different kind of alone there. I don’t know anyone but you and Elizabeth. You’re in school or the studio. I’d have Toni all the time. I know it sounds terrible, but sometimes, I really like leaving her with Mom or Ellie, or even with your parents. I can go take a bath. I can come camping with my lover. I’d never get that kind of a break in Chicago. Maybe sometimes we could come for a visit, though,” Patricia said.
She definitely looked a little worn with circles under her eyes. I was afraid she was still too thin. I held her in my arms and just rocked her against me.
“We’ll arrange times to visit. There’s no reason for you to feel tied to Tenbrook all the time. You know, we’re thinking about buying a house up in Canada this summer. I know you’d want to be back here so Toni could be with her grandparents and… to be close to Tony. But you’d be able to come up and spend special time with us if I have to run.”
“The war isn’t going to get better, is it?” she sighed.
“Not in the near future. I hear they’ve drafted 300,000 guys this year.”
“I hope you never have to run,” she said. “But if you do, Toni and I will come with you. There is no reason for you to be alone. And I have some good news,” she said brightening.
“What’s that?”
“I’ve been working some in the store as well as the studio. There isn’t really much to do in the studio with you in Chicago. I’ve begun taking reservations for senior portraits and Attic Allure sessions over Christmas break. But Mr. and Mrs. Barkley are talking seriously about retiring at last. I think they’re in their seventies. So, we’ve been talking about me taking over store management. It’s good because I could have Toni with me when I’m at work. She loves the studio. She’s beginning to scoot around a little.”
“I assumed they’d have Mrs. Longhorn take the store over when they were ready to retire,” I said.
“Greta is in her sixties. She’s said she’ll keep working for a couple more years, but she doesn’t want to manage the store. Everyone else is part time, including the high school girls who work after school. Imagine me in management!” she laughed. That was good to hear.
“You’ll be great at it. When do you start?”
“It will be a gradual transition and we expect to have it fully in my hands by the end of January. You just know Mr. Barkley will still pop into the store almost every day.”
“I can’t imagine it without him. When I first moved to town, I thought he must live there.”
Our conversation began to lag as we kissed and then went about rediscovering each other. I’d fantasized about Patricia almost since I got to Tenbrook, but never expected the fantasies to come true. She and Tony were so in love and so perfect for each other. I expected to be their friend for years to come. Instead, Tony lay in a cold grave and Patricia was lying in my arms. I treated this special girl with all the love and care that I had.
“I don’t think I’d have survived this year without you, Nate. Please don’t feel bad about loving me. I loved teasing you from the day we met. Now I love loving you and giving you all I teased with. Take it. Take me. Love me,” she said.
I couldn’t resist that kind of invitation. Why would I want to? I loved her breasts—the first live girl’s boobs I’d ever seen—and I loved everything else about her. I loved burying my face in the light thatch of hair in her crotch and licking her to orgasm. I loved sliding my covered cock into her wet pussy and driving us both to yet another. I loved having her roll over on top of me and pound herself down on me until we both came again.
We made a trip to the restrooms and then returned to bed to hold each other close through the night and wake up making love again in the morning.
“Happy birthday, lover,” I said as we peaked again.
“That’s how I want to wake up on every birthday for the rest of my life,” she giggled. “Just filled full of your love.”
“I’m happy to do that. But, it’s Sunday morning. Does my little squirt still have perfect attendance in church?”
“Absolutely. We’d better go rescue Anna, who is just now realizing that she’s been up every two hours all night long, feeding and changing the baby. I’m sorry that I may have spoiled your future, Nate. I doubt that Anna will be wanting children,” Patricia laughed as we got ourselves dressed.
“I think Anna had already begun to think that way. I was more afraid that being with Toni would get her in a mothering frenzy and she’d start thinking she did want children,” I laughed.
“It’s exhausting. But, Nate, if there comes a time when you feel you are ready for children, I’ll be happy to bear them.”
I stared at her. What a precious beautiful woman. We almost didn’t make it to church.
Anna, Patricia, and I took Toni to church and then joined Mom, Dad, and Kat for a birthday lunch. Then, of course, we took Patricia to have a birthday celebration with her parents and Tony’s family while Anna stopped in to visit her family for a while.
I couldn’t believe how big Toni had gotten in such a short time. She was up to 22 inches and almost eleven pounds at eighteen weeks. I carried her around and danced to our imaginary music as I hummed to her.
By three o’clock, though, Anna and I needed to head back east. I kissed Patricia deeply and told her I’d see her in two weeks. Then we headed out.
Before we reached Rockford, Anna and I found a place to spend an hour parked while we made love in the back of the microbus. It was soft and gentle and a reaffirmation that we loved each other. I managed to get back to Chicago about nine.
It was only ten days later that I picked up Ronda at O’Hare Airport. She got in at 2:30 and I was standing at the gate waiting for her. What a beautiful sight. She rushed to me and hugged me like she’d break my ribs. And then we kissed. We’d barely gotten out of the flow of people getting off the plane, and we didn’t move for five minutes as we kissed and cried as we held each other. When we finally looked around, all the passengers had debarked and we were alone in the gate area.
We picked up her suitcase and headed for the parking lot. Wednesday night before Thanksgiving and the traffic was miserable, but I wasn’t concerned with Ronda pressed against my side as I headed downtown to pick up Elizabeth. My professors had canceled everything in the afternoon, but Beth was on her flex term and the three-week course went right through until five. She had her bag in hand and was waiting at the door when we pulled up in front.
Beth and Ronda hugged and we headed out of town to go pick up Anna. We didn’t get to Rockford until seven-thirty.
“I have an idea,” Anna said. “Why don’t I drive from here to Tenbrook and talk to Elizabeth while you two stretch out in back. You need some time to just hold each other.”
“Anna, you’re so sweet,” Ronda said. “Are you okay with that, Beth?”
“Honey, you’re the one who hasn’t been with Nate since August. It’s not like we sleep together every night, but Anna and I have had at least a little time with our boyfriend. Get back there and get naked. Just don’t distract the driver,” Beth laughed.
“Really?” I said. I guessed so. Ronda and I were stretched out on the bed in back as Anna pulled out of Rockford. We took our time, but it wasn’t long before Ronda was naked and I was sliding in and out of her welcoming pussy.
“Can we spend all weekend like this?” Ronda whispered. “I don’t ever want to go back to Boston. Just hold me and never let me go.”
“We’ve at least got all night tonight,” I said.
“Are you taking me to the RV park?”
“No. I’m taking you to my bed.”
“What? With your parents… They’re letting you bring a girlfriend home?”
“I don’t think they really know,” I said. “They went to Chicago to spend Thanksgiving with my aunt and uncle. So, the Methodist parsonage is kind of empty tonight.”
“And you aren’t spending Thanksgiving with them?”
“Well, I see my aunt and uncle about every week, so it’s okay for me to come back to be with my girlfriends. They’ll be back on Friday, so we have two nights in my bed,” I said.
“Oh, I love you. Maybe tomorrow night, Anna and Patricia and Beth will want to stay with us.”
“We’ll see how it goes,” I said.
“Where are we having Thanksgiving?”
“At your house!”
Ronda looked surprised.
We managed to be dressed by the time Anna pulled into Tenbrook, but we were still holding each other and petting. I kissed Beth and Anna. Ronda and I got our bags out of the back and Anna drove over to her house with Beth.
“I feel so sneaky,” I said. “Mom and Dad knew I’d be here for the weekend, but they probably weren’t expecting me to have a guest in the house.”
“If it’s too much, I can go home,” Ronda said.
“Honey, I’ve missed you as much as you’ve missed me. I’m not sending you away.”
We went straight to the kitchen to get something to eat. We hadn’t had much since Ronda got off the plane. I guess my parents expected me to make a beeline for the kitchen. There was a note on the table.
“Nate, There’s meatloaf in the fridge. Makes a good sandwich, or fry it up if you want it hot. The salad is from last night, so it’s fresh. Your towels are on the rack in the bathroom. Kat put clean sheets on your bed—be sure to thank her. Fresh guest towels are on your desk. We’ll be back Friday morning. Have a good time at the Mays’ tomorrow. Love Mom.”
“Uh, Nate?” Ronda probed when we’d read the note. “Why would your mother put fresh guest towels on your desk?”
“Unless she was expecting me not to be alone tonight,” I finished.
“I wonder who she thought I’d be,” Ronda laughed. “We never succeed in putting anything over on our parents, do we?”
“I guess not. How about a meatloaf sandwich?”
“Yes. I’m starving.”
Ronda and I had a completely relaxed and laid back night, watching TV a while, making love, and whispering about how much we missed each other. And sleeping. We did sleep.
I’d just gotten downstairs in the morning to make coffee when there was a light knock on the door. Ronda was in the shower—with fresh guest towels. I answered the door and had a baby girl pushed into my arms. Patricia reached up to kiss me, and hauled in the diaper bag.
“Do you have any idea how much stuff a baby requires?” she asked as I wrapped one arm around her and held Little Toni in the other.
“I didn’t know! You’re looking bright and happy this morning. And babykins is giggling.”
“We’ve had a good week, haven’t we, Toni? I’ve been staying here this week, until last night. I needed to have a break from the other grandparents and Joyce invited me to sleep in your bed. I hope you don’t mind. Was someone else in it last night?”
“I brought Ronda home.”
“Good. I think Joyce figured I’d be here to welcome you to bed, but I figured you needed time with Ronda. I’ll need to go out to Ellie and Jim’s later this afternoon for a second Thanksgiving with my parents, too. I’ll join the rest of you at Ronda’s parents’ house for first Thanksgiving. Then, Toni is staying out at Kowalskis’ while I make Ronda scoot over so I can have a little time with my boyfriend in his bed.”
“Sounds like you have this all planned out,” I said.
“Honey, you have four girlfriends. Someone has to plan things out.”
“I suppose Ronda will move over to her parents’ house tonight,” I sighed.
“Not unless she wants to. I don’t mind sharing the bed or my boyfriend with her,” Patricia said.
“I’m so glad to hear that,” Ronda said from the stairs. She was wearing my old threadbare bathrobe that almost dragged on the floor behind her. “I’ll be happy to share.”
“Well, coffee is ready,” I said. “Why don’t we start by sharing breakfast.”
“They aren’t home,” Patricia said when Ronda and I stopped in front of Christine’s home. We were just looking up at the front porch. “I think they went to Peoria. I saw the whole family take off when I was on my way to your place this morning.”
“I guess it wouldn’t make a difference,” I said. “Christine doesn’t want to see us.”
“I didn’t think she’d actively avoid us,” Ronda sighed.
We walked on to Ronda’s house where Elizabeth, Anna, and the Marxes had already gathered. Ronda’s older sister, Nora, was also there. I’d never met her before and she was as far opposite Ronda as you could imagine siblings ever being. She was about five-eight and kind of round. She had a very earthy demeanor and a bubbly laugh. I saw no sign of makeup or nail polish. Her dark hair was cut short—as in above her ears.
“Glad to meet you,” I said as I shook her hand.
“Can’t believe it’s taken so long. Maybe I could get you to take a picture with my dogs this weekend,” she said. “Want to meet my babies?”
She practically hauled me to the back yard where three large dogs came bounding to the porch to greet us. Ronda, Patricia, Anna, and Beth followed us out, Toni having been intercepted by Anna’s mom.
“These are Jazz, Rock, and Rollie.”
She pulled a baton from her belt and tapped the porch railing. The three dogs immediately sat next to each other and looked up at her. She gave them each a treat. Then they performed a dozen tricks for our entertainment. They crawled, rolled over, walked on hind legs, and sang.
“I call her Jazz because she’s always half a beat late and a little off-key,” Nora laughed.
We petted all the dogs and finally were set free from Ronda’s sister to return to the house. Mrs. May had prepared a huge dinner for all of us and it was a lively conversation that did not strictly focus on either us or Nora or the animals. I did find out that Nora was in her first year of veterinary school after finishing a BA at University of Illinois Champaign-Urbana. She was continuing on there.
“Elizabeth, are you at the same school as Nate?” Dr. May asked.
“No, sir. Not exactly. Student housing in downtown Chicago is at a premium, so students are often in the same housing as students from other colleges. Our building is shared by DePaul and Columbia. There might be some Roosevelt kids in it, too. Nate’s on the fourth floor and I’m on the sixth,” Elizabeth said.
“I’m surprised you didn’t just stay home and commute,” Mrs. Marx said. In all the time I’d been dating Anna, I think I’d only heard her mother speak half a dozen times.
“Well, it’s freshman year in college,” Beth laughed. “A kid’s got to get out in the world sometime. I admit, it’s easy to go home on a weekend, though, if I need a break.”
“We depend on Nate coming through to visit Patricia in order to see Anna,” Mr. Marx said.
“That might change a little this summer,” Anna said. “I’m thinking I need transportation of my own. Otherwise, I’m just stuck in the middle.”
“Talk about stuck,” Ronda groused. “I guess a car wouldn’t help me, though. I need my own plane.”
“Oh, dear God!” her father said. “Please let this be a passing fancy.”
“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Ronda laughed. “I’ve been to the Boston airport. No way am I going to fly my own plane out of there. And Chicago is just as bad. Now, if I needed to get from Nairobi to Babadogo, that might be different.”
“Not discouraged about international relations after the fall in school?” Nora asked.
“There isn’t really much to discourage me about the field in a first semester curriculum,” Ronda said. “It’s the location that I don’t like. I’m too far away from some things and too close to others.”
“What’s that mean?” her brother Danny asked.
“Mmm. Everyone is an insider. There are a lot of politicians’ kids, rich kids, and society kids. I don’t like being among them all that much. On the other hand, I’m too far away from Nate. And Anna and Patricia and Beth.”
“My sister is getting tired of the jet-setting life,” Beth said. “I just hope she stays a stewardess until I graduate. She promised me a trip around the world for a graduation present.”
“She’s only been at it a couple of years, hasn’t she?” I asked.
“Yes, but she went into it figuring she’d find a rich influential man to marry. She’s just enjoying being a party girl while she looks.”
About two o’clock, I bundled Patricia and Toni up and took them out to the Kowalskis’. Of course, I went in and said hi to everyone. Then I promised I’d pick Patricia up at seven and headed back to my house. Beth, Anna, and Ronda met me there. Surprisingly, so did Nora.
“I couldn’t get rid of her,” Ronda laughed. “She insists she wants to talk to you about a picture with the dogs.”
“We can do that,” I said. “It’s kind of a tradition to take a bunch of family pictures on Thanksgiving.”
We all headed over to the studio and Ronda joined Nora to pick up the dogs and escort her to the studio. I didn’t bring the Hasselblad with me, but I had the Nikon and quickly switched it out with the old 35 on the tripod. I thought about the dogs and we set up the cloudy sky backdrop.
I was a little surprised that Nora didn’t try to dress up for her picture or anything. She liked the backdrop and posed with the dogs on wooden cubes while we took a portrait. Then the dogs did tricks and I got pictures of all of them.
“She’s been wanting to do that ever since she heard I was dating a photographer,” Ronda sighed as she flopped down on the couch.
“It was kind of fun to see the Attic Allure magic take shape with non-human subjects,” Beth laughed. “You know, this room has such a great feel to it. I wish we could just package it up and take it wherever you are doing photos.”
“We’ve got good stuff in Chicago,” I said.
“Maybe we should bring Cassie out with us when come back for the mass senior shoot before Christmas,” Anna suggested.
“That would be cool,” Beth said. “Expose her to more of the Attic Allure roots. How’s she working out, Nate?”
“Great,” I said as I processed the film from our shoot with Nora and the dogs. We weren’t really doing anything else. I knew Ronda and Patricia were both on a pretty short fuse when it came to being horny, but Anna and Beth had more contact with me. “I think she can see what it’s all about and is beginning to guide what new props come into the closet and what gets recycled. Leora and Theresa are there more for the fun of getting naked and moving things around.”
“Sounds like Judy and Janice,” Anna laughed.
Just at that moment there was a knock on the door and it was pushed open.
“Nate? Are you here?” Judy called.
“Come on in. We’re just hanging out,” I called.
“Oh, look! Everyone’s here. Where’s Patricia?” Judy asked.
“Second family Thanksgiving,” I laughed. “How about Janice?”
“I thought I’d give her a little private time with Pete. I think they’re going to get married at Christmas,” Judy said.
“Really? Are you okay, honey?” Ronda asked, jumping up to hug Judy.
“Yeah, really, I am,” she said. “College. Wow! You remember how I was when we first took pictures, Nate?” she asked. She started unbuttoning her blouse. I saw Anna was following suit. Well, it was the studio.
“I remember. You were a little shyer about body issues back then.”
The blouse came open and we could see a very pretty and very thin bra under it. Beth and Ronda started pulling clothes off, as well.
“That’s what I mean. Something big changed inside me when I posed for pictures. For you. I started really enjoying showing my body off. And I’m trying to keep it in good shape.”
“You look great, sister,” Beth said. Judy was down to bra and panties and the other girls were close to the same point.
“It was a big change for me to show my boobs to Nate. And then to let him touch them and all. And then Pete came along and I got used to being touched. And fucked. It became my new plateau. I thought I’d just continue to be the third wheel on Pete and Janice’s tricycle. Then I got accepted in college. Wow! Things have changed again!”
They sure had. Judy pulled her panties off and stood before us naked. She was completely shaved bare.
“Look at you!” Ronda said. “Does this mean you might be interested in a little girl-girl action?”
“Oh. Um… I don’t think so. Maybe I’d try it out. That’s what I mean about college changing things. I haven’t done anything with a girl, but there are a couple of cute guys I’ve fooled around with a little. Theatre! It’s like living in the studio all the time. Only there’s more than one guy. Do you want to touch and see how smooth I am, Nate?”
I was ready to put my hand between her legs right then. Unlike the other models, Judy and I had actually fucked a couple of times and I enjoyed her a lot. I glanced at Ronda and got an evil idea.
“Ronda and I would both like to feel how smooth you are, Judy.”
She gasped. “Really? I mean… well… I guess there’s no harm in that.”
Anna and Beth moved away a little so their giggling wouldn’t disturb us. Ronda moved up right beside us.
“This is just so you have the experience,” Ronda said. “I’m not really looking for another girlfriend. But you should know what a girl feels like when she touches you. And when you touch her. Just in the interest of your education.”
I’d occupied Judy’s lips while Ronda was talking and had one of her boobs in my hand when she gasped and looked at Ronda, gently caressing her bare pussy.
“And when I…?” Judy asked.
Ronda took Judy’s hand and guided it to her own hot sex. My fingers joined Ronda’s in probing Judy. Our friend was very wet.
“Oh, wow. I think maybe I understand a little better why boys like this so much,” she said as she caressed Ronda’s breast and pussy. She was lost for a few moments in the sensations as I probed her pussy from behind and Ronda focused on her clit. “Um… No sex in the studio. Right?” Judy said as she whined near an orgasm.
“No. This is just an education session for you. Right there. Yeah. I’m kind of all keyed up from seeing my lovers for the first time in months. Just rub that for a second so you’ll know what another girl’s orgasm feels like.”
“Oh, yeah! Like that!” Judy said. She and Ronda both fell back on the couch and kissed.
“Now, when you go back to college, you’ll know a little of what to look for,” Ronda said. “You don’t need to be afraid of male or female. Get them all!”
“Yeah. A whole new plateau!”
We all laughed and joked for a while as the girls went fussing around the studio and making sure everything was neat and tidy. I got the proof sheet of Nora’s dogs finished and Ronda said she’d take it home tomorrow.
I made love to both Patricia and Ronda that Thanksgiving night. It was the closest to a three-way we’d had since Chris left us. They didn’t kiss or go down on each other, but they were right there together as we made love, holding each other, and maybe even doing a little touching. I knew the past few months had been as hard on Ronda from missing Chris as from missing me. At least now she’d managed a cock and had her fingers in a girl’s pussy.
We had another Thanksgiving on Friday afternoon with my family. Kat loved having all four girls and the baby in the house when she got home. Everything was perfect except that we couldn’t stay as a family and go to church together Sunday. We had to leave early in the morning to take Anna back to Rockford and get Ronda to her plane back to Boston.
“I’m seriously thinking about transferring to the Social Sciences program at the University of Chicago,” Ronda whispered as she tearfully kissed me goodbye. “You have to tell me if you don’t want me so close. I love you, Nate.”
“I love you, Ronda. Give me enough warning that I can find a place for us to live together,” I said.
Beth was back in her flex term and I was headed for finals. Three weeks later, we were making the reverse trip again, only this time, Beth stayed with her parents in Chicago. The idea of bringing Cassie to Tenbrook didn’t work out. As soon as I was finished with my last final on the thirteenth, I headed to the airport to pick up Ronda and then on out to Rockford to get Anna.
This time, we were all sent to our own homes and tried to discipline ourselves not to spend all our time with each other. We did all get to church together on Sunday morning. But Sunday afternoon, I was in the studio with Anna where we took a long time enjoying her nineteenth birthday kiss. In fact, by the time we were done with that kiss, she was naked.
I took a selection of beautifully posed photographs and then we went into the darkroom to develop them. While I timed exposures and processing, Anna and I coupled in the darkroom. She brought a chair in with her and I thought she was just going to sit and watch, but as soon as I had things moving, she pushed me down in it and unfastened my trousers.
“I’ve heard this is a very good darkroom position,” she said. She straddled me and sank down on my hard cock. “Oh! This definitely has something going for it. Oh, yes. Happy birthday to me.”
I did manage to get the prints moved from tray to tray, but when they were in the sink and water was running, we just focused on fucking and I filled my first high school girlfriend full. I just held her and petted her until we heard sounds in the studio that indicated Patricia and Toni had arrived for their weekly recording. Anna straightened herself proudly to walk out into the studio and I heard her and Kat both squeal in surprise. I pulled my pants up and tucked in my shirt before I left the darkroom.
Patricia and Ronda were both laughing as Kat got Anna arranged in her little sitting area so she could do a sketch. The girl is an opportunist. A naked girl means she should get to sketch her.
I greeted my other two girlfriends with a kiss and we went about getting Patricia’s weekly progress photo. I was happy to see she looked healthier and like she’d put on a little weight. Then we took Toni’s week twenty-two photo. The little girl was growing and strong. She scooted herself all over and loved it when Uncle Nate danced with her. She giggled non-stop.
By the time I was finished with the photos, Ronda was sitting naked in Kat’s little studio. My sister was happy as could be. Anna took Toni from me and Patricia joined me in the darkroom while I processed the film and made the prints. Of course, she wanted to know what the chair was for and I had to simply demonstrate.
Monday morning, I set up the mini-studio on stage at the high school. Patricia had the appointments for the senior yearbook photos. Anna kept the film and names straight, and Ronda helped get people in position and make sure they didn’t have lettuce between their teeth. She did make a couple of adjustments to girls’ makeup as well.
Patricia also kept track of appointments for Attic Allure photos and by the end of the week, we had thirty scheduled in a class of fifty-three. Twenty girls were scheduled and ten boys. I was surprised at the number of boys who wanted photos. We’d start them on Friday after the annual Christmas display party ended. I had Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday sessions on the calendar. Tuesday would be a short day because it was Christmas Eve. Then the day after Christmas, I’d head to Chicago to celebrate Beth’s nineteenth birthday.
That weekend, she’d join me back at Tenbrook to finish the Attic Allure photos during New Year’s week. At the end of that week, we’d make the reverse trip so she could start the next school term.
We managed to get all fifty-three members of the class of ’69 through their senior portraits on the school stage in three days. We were all exhausted and I took my three girls out for dinner Wednesday night. As well as the little one.
“That was a pretty exhausting week,” I said as we sat at the Log Cabin Café in Huntertown.
“Yes. And who was a little angel during the whole boring thing?” Patricia asked, poking Toni in the ribs so she giggled.
“Are you kidding? No baby is bored when someone new comes up to make faces at her every half hour,” Anna said. “She is now like the school mascot.”
“At least the Class of ’69 mascot,” Ronda said.
“How are you going to get everything processed and printed?” Anna asked me.
“I expect to be in the darkroom all day tomorrow. With luck, we’ll have proof sheets to give to everyone who has an Attic Allure appointment when they come in. I’m not going to the flex term in January. It’s technically optional and I remain a full-time enrolled student without those credits. I’ll just have to figure out how much work is stacked up. I never expected to have thirty appointments from this class. At least they’re all over the break and not scattered out for the next four months like our class was.”
“I think they’re planning a project with their pictures,” Patricia said. “They’ve been very close-mouthed about it, but the scheduling of the pictures and the whole setup has had some coordination involved behind it. I’m guessing everyone coming in for a picture wants a very definite cheesecake photo. That includes the boys.”
“Oh boy. I hope I’m up to this.”
“I’m sure you’ll be up for some of them,” Anna tittered.
I found out Friday afternoon. My very first Attic Allure photo client was my friend Jon Rhodes, the Class of ’69 President. It was good to see him. He was carting a basketball with him.
“Hey. How’s the season going?” I asked.
“Good. We took the holiday tournament last weekend. That means we’ve got a perfect season on the boards so far,” Jon said. “How is college life in the big city?”
“Oh, Jon. It is so different than life out here. Makes me miss it, I’ll tell you. So, you want something sporty with the basketball?”
“Yeah. That’s my thing. But I’m here first for a reason. I’m supposed to tell you what this is all about,” he said.
“Oh, good. I was hoping someone would tell me why I have thirty Attic Allure photos scheduled for your class. And I think I’ve already shot six.”
“And two of them are perfect for our little project,” Jon said. “Vicki’s and Lisa’s photos are great. They’ll be ordering 8x10s of one pose for the project.”
“What is the project?” I asked.
“We’re doing a Sixty-Niners’ Calendar. We’re going to use as many photos of our classmates as possible and have an actual calendar printed. The shot you did for Henry’s calendar was an inspiration, but I have a pretty wild bunch of classmates. Several have commented on what they’d show in that same pose.”
“Whoa! You mean to tell me that the girls are going to want topless pictures?”
“They think Lisa’s photo is the absolute standard for what they want. I tell you, I didn’t realize what a fine looking woman she was until I saw that photo with her tits in the air.”
“I can’t believe she’s showing people.”
“Well, let’s put it this way. With the six you’ve shot and the twenty signed up, you’ll see every girl’s boobs in our class. We’ve got ten guys signed up, but once they see some of the guys’ photos, I’m betting the rest will try to get appointments next time you’re in town.”
“Okay. So, what do you want to start with?”
“We’ve all agreed the photos shouldn’t show a guy’s penis or a girl’s pubic area. So, I want an action shot, but with the ball in front of the critical area.”
“Got it. This should be interesting. You can go to the dressing room to get ready and I’ll have a little confab with my assistants.”
Jon went to undress and I called my girlfriends together to tell them what was going on. They were amazed, but immediately had ideas to enhance the image. None of the three were fleeing from seeing Jon naked.
And the shot went well. It helped that Jon could palm the basketball. We were able to get some action shots and he could hold the ball in the necessary position while he jumped. I think each of the three girls took the opportunity to help him get in the right position, which started to have an effect afterwhile. I declared that we had enough and Jon fled to the dressing room with his cock pointing the way.
“I’ve begun to see what you get out of posing girls,” Anna said. “That was actually rather exciting. Especially since this time, I knew his response wasn’t to you. I never thought about any other boy responding to me.”
“He nearly hyperventilated when Ronda put a hand on his ass and turned him,” Patricia said. “It’s a good thing we made it clear there was no sex in the studio.”
“How many offers do you think we’ll get to meet later?” Ronda asked. “It’s a good thing the photographer and assistants stay clothed.”
Our next client was Rae Wright—Andy’s younger sister. I knew her pretty well, simply because she was always in church and youth group. She’d been filling out and getting prettier all year.
“I talked to Karen,” she said. “She said the key thing was to put myself in your hands and let you do what you want with me. But you really don’t do sex in the studio, right?”
“That’s right, Rae. I have to ask you before we start, are you doing this willingly or are you being pressured into it?” I said.
“I voted in favor. But… um… please don’t stick anything in me,” she whispered. “I’m a virgin and I don’t want to do anything like that until I’m really doing it.”
“Don’t worry, Rae. I will not invade you.” I put my arm around her and led her over to the stack of backdrops. “I’m more like your guide in this, not your director. I’ll help you get just the kind of photo you want.”
“Oh, good. I want something dramatic. I even brought this mask. It’s some kind of Japanese theatre mask. I thought I’d do some dramatic makeup. I’ll hold the mask, but won’t have it in front of my face. And I have a kimono. It’s okay to start with clothing on, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Rae, that’s perfect. I know you have a class project this is for, but there’s no reason you shouldn’t have a terrific photo that your parents can hang in the living room. We’ll start with that. Why don’t you go in the dressing room to get ready. If you’d like, Ronda will come help with your makeup,” I said.
“Oh, yes.”
“And there is a backdrop in here that I’ve never used because I couldn’t figure out what it was for. But now that you’ve mentioned Japan, I think it’s like a kind of Asian painting.”
“Oh, now I’m getting excited.”
“Go and get ready,” I said, dropping my hand to her butt and giving her a little push toward the dressing room. Ronda followed.
Patricia needed to tend to Little Toni, so Anna helped me set up the backdrop and lights. In a few minutes we were ready for Rae. She came out wearing a kimono, I think. It had long boxy sleeves and a wide belt, but it only came down to about mid-thigh, which was a very nice look on Rae. In a way, it looked like it might have been a kimono jacket for a man. It was a silver silk brocade with a dark gray collar and cuffs, accented nicely by the belt.
I immediately started moving her around in front of the backdrop, adjusting her robe, the position of the mask, her hair, or generally her position. She moved fluidly and struck dramatic poses.
“Have you always imagined yourself a movie star?” I asked as I shifted her slightly into the light.
“Kind of. I know I’m not, but it’s always been fun to play.”
“You’re as beautiful as a movie star.”
“Nate! You know me. I’m just Andy’s kid sister. I’m not beautiful!”
“Aren’t you? You make this kimono look fabulous. Let’s loosen it up a little so you aren’t so tightly wrapped.”
“It’ll fall right off me. It’s my father’s.”
“Ah, that explains it. Now hold the mask up here and look up at it. That’s it.”
I kept taking pictures as I talked her through a progression of scenes, moving here and there, interacting with the mask, and talking about what she imagined the life of a movie star was like. Before long, the belt had come undone completely and the jacket was hanging off her shoulders, held together by one hand as the other held the mask. I took a picture and returned to her.
“Now, let’s imagine this mask is your co-star. That’s why he’s a little taller. But look, I think he’s trying to see down your front,” I said as I tilted the mask. She giggled a little. I began tugging at the collar to pull it further down her arm. As I did so, I petted the upper slope of her breast. “Will he see you naked? Hold it right there. We’re going to make him wait for another picture before he can see what he wants to see. You want him to see, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she squeaked. I took another picture and then ran my hand down her chest and over her nipple as I pushed the robe off her breast. I spent a moment softly rubbing her to make sure the little nub was stiff, and then I withdrew. Stellar!
I took several more photos, finally letting the kimono fall in a pool at her feet as she turned her butt toward me slightly and then twisted back so I could see her breasts. The look she gave me was smoldering. But the picture I thought we’d want for the calendar was the one with just one breast exposed and the kimono looking like it was in the process of falling off.
I approached her again after I’d taken the final shot.
“You did beautifully, Rae,” I said as I stroked down her back and over her butt. I brought my other hand up to cup her breast and play with her nipple some more. She lowered the mask and leaned back against my shoulder, just relaxing in my embrace. “And you are beautiful. No more of this thinking you’re just Andy’s little sister. You are the senior now.” I slid a hand around her front and onto her stomach, just barely touching her short hairs. She was panting. “You have so much to offer. So tender and soft.” I stroked the area beside her pelvic bone at the joint of her hip. She began to softly whine. “You’re a woman now, and when people see these photos, they’ll know just what a beautiful and sensuous woman you are.”
I brushed across her pussy lips and she shook in an orgasm as she whined. I kissed her neck and the whine increased in pitch. She sagged loosely in my arms and I held her while she regained her composure.
“Just like Lisa said,” she whispered. “She said to let myself go and I’d experience it for the first time at another’s hand. Your hand. Wow.”
I kissed her cheek and patted her bottom as she turned to head to the dressing room.
“Sure haven’t lost your touch with these girls,” Ronda whispered. “I think I might need to go help that poor thing get dressed.” She picked up the kimono and followed Rae to the dressing room. Somehow, I thought Rae might not have experienced her only orgasm of the afternoon.
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