Exposure
12
Production
I COULDN’T SPEND as much time with every girl in the class of ’69 as I had with Rae. We were getting as many as five appointments a day as we reached the rush to Christmas. I did get to see a lot of naked girls, though not all wanted photos that showed their tits. I worked with them to get exactly what they wanted, which often included how they wanted to be touched or seen.
Ronda, Patricia, Anna, and I were hopping to come up with new ideas and I was happy when Judy showed up Saturday afternoon and pitched in. She was really changing as a result of her time in college. I’d have to say blossoming. She looked sexier than ever, obviously not wearing a bra under her sheer blouse. She worked with the girls to see that they were dressed or undressed the way they wanted.
Of twenty-six girls in the senior class, not all were stellar beauties. Some were a real surprise, though. One girl, Brenda Bell, who had a rather homely face, proved to have an incredible body with gravity-defying breasts and a tight round ass. And she was starved for affection. As soon as I put a hand on her shoulder, she leaned against me and molded herself to me. I sent Judy to the Attic to rummage through Halloween costumes until she found a set of cat ears. Ronda went to work on makeup and smoothed out most of the rough edges. I used the library drop and a comfortable chair, but instead of having her sit in the chair, I played up the cat image and had her perched on it in various positions. Anna hid behind the chair and supported the girl’s back as she curled up on the back of the chair.
It was a beautiful picture and she loved the makeup and pretending she was a cat. She encouraged me to rub her in very intimate ways. “Pet the pussy?” Okay. I gave her the ears and she wore them out of the studio when she left.
Sunday afternoon, I had a real treat when Maggie Smith showed up. I met Maggie at a Halloween party the first year I was in town and had to fish an apple out of her cleavage with my chin. She had huge breasts on a frame that was barely large enough to support them. And her prop as we worked on her pose was an apple.
“It would have been so much easier if you could have used your hands to hold things steady when you were bobbing for my apple,” she teased. I took that as a challenge and held her boobs as I nuzzled into her cleavage to get the apple. Then I took a minute to hold each nipple to my lips as she panted.
“Enjoy the full experience,” she said as I thumbed her nipple. “I’ll be eighteen soon and have already scheduled breast reduction surgery. You’ll be the one I come to afterward to see if you like them as well when there’s a little less of them.”
“I know you said you have backaches. I’m sure reducing the weight on your chest a little will help,” I said, supporting the big boobs for her.
“Yeah. Nice as this is, I haven’t been able to find anyone who will follow me around and carry them for me. Thanks for another great experience, Nate.”
We had four more sessions on Monday and one first thing Tuesday morning. But that was Christmas Eve and we all had to take a break. Of the fourteen Attic Allure sessions we’d had so far, four were guys and ten were girls. The guys were getting into it, and Judy did a great job of helping pose them. They were excited. I think she was, too.
I spent a little time with each of my girlfriends during Christmas Eve Day and we exchanged token presents. Of course, Little Toni got the lion’s share of all the presents for Christmas. I’d picked up three little outfits for her at Marshall Field’s and she looked very stylish. Then I spent the evening with my family for our gift exchange.
There were pictures for everyone. I’d managed to take a new picture of Kat on Thursday after she got out of school and it was very cute. We took it at her easel in the corner of the studio. She wanted Julie to pose for her so it was a picture of her painting a model, but I insisted that Julie had to be clothed for the picture. Mom and Dad were fine with Kat painting nudes, but they didn’t want to have a photograph of her fifteen-year-old model posing nude. It was sweet. I gave Kat a new set of acrylic paints and some canvas boards.
On Christmas Day, Uncle Nate and Aunt Grace came out to spend the day. That was always fun and he spun a few tales of my adventures in Chicago as a freshman. I hadn’t made a big deal about photographing the student protests, but Uncle Nate had collected all the clippings with my photos and gave them to Mom and Dad.
When Nate and Grace left to return to Chicago, I wandered out to visit my girlfriends, starting with Patricia and Toni. I played with the baby and we danced around the Bergs’ living room. Then I headed over to visit Anna and wish her family a Merry Christmas. I was accepted by the Marxes as an adjunct to their daughter and reluctantly as close to a son-in-law as they were likely ever to get. We had cookies and coffee and then I went on to Ronda’s house.
The Mays had decorated as much as was possible and I knew Ronda had been helping whenever she wasn’t in the studio. Lights outlined every edge of their house. A plastic Santa with a light in it waved from the yard. A manger scene was on the other side of the driveway.
“Well, Susan came from a religious background,” Dr. May said of his wife as we sat in the living room which was so brightly lit with Christmas lights that it hurt the eyes. “Her opinion is that Christmas lights should be like the children of Abraham: And I will make thy Christmas lights to multiply as the stars of heaven.”
We all laughed and it looked like even Nora’s dogs were enjoying themselves. I’d brought over the pictures I’d taken of her with the dogs at Thanksgiving and she was a very happy woman. Dr. May prepared a champagne cocktail for each of us that he called a Kir Royale. When we’d each been served, he started a toast that was a long and rather involved poem. I thought perhaps he’d had a few of the drinks before I got there. It was tasty, though, and I reminded myself frequently to just sip the drink and not slug it down. I’d had an occasional drink with Elizabeth’s family, but it wasn’t common for me to have alcohol.
When I was ready to leave, it was past ten and Ronda walked outside with me. A light snow had begun to fall and we stood in the yard and kissed. I couldn’t help but look toward Christine’s house, but it was dark.
“I think they’ll be back for New Year’s,” Ronda said, following my gaze. “I don’t know what to do about seeing her.”
“I have the same feeling. I want to run to her and welcome her home, but I don’t want her to be angry, or to just snub me.”
“That would be the worst. We have a few days to prepare. Drive carefully tomorrow and tell Beth happy birthday from all of us.”
We kissed again and I walked home.
I headed for Chicago Thursday afternoon and got in early enough that I could do some arranging in the studio. The store was busy, but all my assistants had the week off. I wanted everything to be set up perfectly for my very special client on Friday.
I’d brought the mirror ball with me from Tenbrook. I’d be using the black backdrop with the ball providing flecks of light like stars. Against that outer space setting, I’d be using a number of props that would be ridiculous in any other setting. But I’d heard that when the producers of Star Trek were putting together props, they’d used various salt shakers for Dr. McCoy’s medical instruments. I found a vacuum cleaner hose and a flashlight, a box of musical instrument parts—mostly brass—a roll of red cellophane, a fishing rod, a golf club, a couple of spools of ribbon, a motorcycle helmet, and an assortment of jewelry.
Then I went to work on costumes. I needed things that would look like outer space outfits. Fortunately, Star Trek had established that a mini skirt and go-go boots fit that bill, but I needed some slightly more bizarre outfits as well. I found an aluminum hoop about twelve inches across I couldn’t identify a use for, and a parachute harness. I cut and pieced things together, using glue instead of sewing. This only had to last through a few poses and wouldn’t need to go through a lot of action or movement.
When I had assembled everything I thought I could use, I headed out and got a bite to eat before I went to my room. One thing about living in a building in the city was the dormitory didn’t really close. There weren’t many people around, but once you got into the building, you could get to your room and just relax. It was strange to be in the four-person suite by myself, but I knew there were others on the floor. I could smell the weed.
I put visiting a tobacconist I’d passed on my list of things to do this weekend. I was thinking about getting a pipe. I didn’t want to get started smoking cigarettes, but I liked the smell of a pipe and thought I’d try one out.
“Starr, it’s wonderful to see you again,” I said when Beth entered the studio. She curtseyed. She was a model today and I was going to give her the full treatment. I took her makeup kit and kissed her hand, taking her behind the privacy screen. She looked around at what I’d collected.
“Uh… Interesting stuff here. No audience this time?” she giggled.
“Not exactly true,” I said. She looked alarmed. “They will be unobtrusive and will be seated back against the wall. And if it makes a difference, the audience today will be all women. Just three.”
“You’re sure it’s okay, Nate?” she asked. I gave her a hug. “Okay. What’s first?”
“Well, I see you’ve jumped ahead in one sense,” I laughed, tilting her face from side to side. She had already applied the simple triangle beneath her left eye.
“I’ve been thinking of having it tattooed there,” she said. “What do you think?”
“I won’t rush to condemn the idea, but hope you will consider the long-term effect of having it tattooed. It would eliminate the separation of your stage identity and your personal identity. Many actresses seek to have a level of anonymity when they are not ‘on.’ Perhaps that doesn’t affect you.”
“Oh, that was well done. You’re right. I have a lot of fun with this, but a permanent mark would eliminate my ability to separate my two identities. I guess I’ll just keep going with the makeup for a while. Can we get a couple of good promo shots before we start doing real artsy stuff?”
“Sure. That’s always a good place to start. You want the makeup for your promo?” I asked.
“Yes, since I will be in character. Do you like my hair? There’s more than last year.”
“I do like it. And I like the curls. It’s both fun and sexy. Let’s put you on the stool and start with a couple poses for your portrait. Since you are promoting the funny side, we’ll try a few different expressions.” I moved a light to give her more backlight without activating the mirror ball. “Here, let’s shift you to the left. I think we’ll want some bare shoulder shots as well as the fully clothed.”
“I don’t intend to perform nude. But I do like to look sexy.”
We got right into posing and turning. And I did get her top off, but didn’t need to remove the bra. We just lowered the straps. Of course, I made sure the exposed skin was well-massaged. She had a couple of standard smile and serious expressions and then we went into some more off-the-wall expressions, working with surprise, laughter, and horror. She had a very expressive face.
“Now, we’re going to do our outer space set,” I said.
“Outer space? Do I get to float?”
“We’ll figure out a way to get that effect. Let’s go get into your first costume.”
The first costume was the aluminum hoop over her head and resting on her shoulders. I’d attached it to a knit shirt that might have been a little small for her. It left her midriff bare. I had her in tights and made sure her nipples were tenting out the knit fabric. I got her into position and lit up the mirror ball to cast stars on the backdrop. I gave her the vacuum hose, which I’d cut off and attached a handle to. Then I turned on the flashlight and inserted it into the hose so it shone out the tube part. She figured out this was her ray gun of sorts and started flashing it around the room. I had all the other lights out and gently laid a hand on her to guide the direction I wanted the light to point.
More specifically, I guided it away from the sofa against the back wall where our guests had filed in while we were changing behind the privacy screen. The outfit was pretty cute and absolutely ridiculous when it came to being an effective space suit.
“God! I feel like Barbarella, Queen of the Galaxy,” she giggled.
“Got it in one,” I said. We’d seen the movie together when it came out a couple of months before and giggled all the way through it—mostly at seeing Jane Fonda stripping and supposedly weightless. It was an absolutely ridiculous movie and had the makings of becoming a cult classic. I could see people gathering at ‘art houses’ to watch it for years to come.
I got through a roll of film and relieved her of the flashlight. We went behind the screen again and I started working on her costume.
“I’m going to be really careful here, but this will work perfectly. I’m saying that with confidence because I’ve never tried it before.”
The process included putting my hand inside her shirt between the fabric and her breast, then cutting a slit across the shirt from breast to breast. Her tits popped through the opening.
“Nothing subtle about that one,” she giggled.
I spent a minute caressing and rubbing her nipples to make sure they were good and stiff. Then I got the sheet of red cellophane and stretched it across her boobs under the shirt.
“Rudolph the red-boobed reindeer,” she sang.
“I need you to hold it in place while I mold it to fit.”
“You’re going to mold it to my breasts? How?”
“I found out the cellophane shrinks when a moderate amount of heat is applied. Don’t worry, I’m not going to iron it on.” I picked up a hair dryer and began blowing it on her boobs. The cellophane gradually shrank to mold to her breasts. “My assistant Patricia had a great time helping me experiment with this technique,” I laughed. “Let me know if it starts to feel too hot.”
It took about five minutes to get a nice form-fitting mold of her breasts. Even Barbarella’s costume had a transparent panel over her breasts. Frankly, I thought Starr’s looked better. I put a heavy belt around her waist and attached a weapon I made out of the handle of the fishing rod and a piece of brass from what I assumed had been a trumpet. It had a mouthpiece on the end of it. Then I handed her a large compact and told her to just hold it. I placed the motorcycle helmet on her head and she ended up looking remarkably like a space alien.
“Am I supposed to do my makeup in this photo?” she asked.
“No. This is your communicator,” I said. I showed her how to hold it open to talk into. I’d removed the mirror so we didn’t get any odd reflected light.
“Cool.”
“This is also when you get to show me your floating in space mime,” I said. “We’ve got you against a starry backdrop and now we need to have you doing that kind of slow-motion drift into different positions. Let me adjust the light here. Good. Okay. First position.”
This time, I kept going back to her and positioning her, putting my hand on her butt, or lifting her leg. I couldn’t really get to her boobs behind the cellophane, but I tried to make sure I paid attention to her stomach and back. Occasionally, my hand would slide up the inside of her leg and across her pussy. She inhaled sharply.
“Okay, gorgeous. We’re going to move to the next level. You’re going to be fully outfitted for battle.”
“Is this a golfclub grip? What did you attach to it?”
“It’s some kind of an animal horn. Looks wicked, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. Whoa! What are we doing with the scissors there?”
“It’s a technique my assistant Judy taught me last week. She called it ‘distressing.’ We’re just placing a few carefully plotted tears in your tights.”
“No female circumcision, okay? You’re awfully close to the happy spot.”
I finished the cut just above her slit and then stuck my fingers through it to dip into her pussy.
“Is the spot happy now?” I whispered.
“Oh! Much better, thank you,” she said.
I returned to cutting and cut one leg of the tights off above mid-thigh. The other leg had several slits in it, as if she’d been through a battle. I cut the top at a jagged angle that exposed one breast completely and the other partially. Then I had her step into the parachute harness. The straps came down her front, just to the outside of her nipples. When I fastened the chest strap it just pushed her boobs together and gave her an intense amount of cleavage. The leg straps came up on either side of her pussy lips and, shall we say, defined their shape nicely. We got rid of the helmet.
From the webbing straps of the harness, I hung a variety of stuff I found that just looked strange enough to be futuristic weapons. I looked her over and made one more cut in her tights that exposed a good portion of her ass.
“Let’s get your action poses now,” I said.
She had a great time posing for various shots and I made sure to put her in positions that required me to arrange her breasts and adjust the harness between her legs frequently. I kept snipping at the costume until she finally pulled the aluminum ring off completely and the tights were shreds hanging from her pelvis. Some of the rear shots were spectacular. That girl has a really nice ass.
For a finale, I had her shed the parachute harness and tights so she was in her full glory. I made sure that I carefully removed the straps and rubbed away any chafing that had been caused by them. You never can tell where a strap might have irritated. Starr was whining by the time I finished rubbing the possible sore spots.
I wheeled the daybed onto the set, draped in black to just hide its shape. It was stacked with fur coats, reminiscent of a scene from Barbarella. As I positioned her on the furs, I continued to pet her and stimulate her in any way I could. At last, I’d taken the final picture. We’d been at it for nearly four hours. Our audience had left before the last scene.
I turned the overhead lights on and turned out the scene lights while Starr looked around.
“Are you going to process film now?”
“I thought it would be fun to have proof sheets to take to dinner tonight. Don’t you?”
“With my parents?”
“Do you think they’ll be shocked?”
“No. I just need a minute to get used to my parents and my sister seeing me in various stages of undress. At least there aren’t photos of you actually manipulating me into those positions. Can I come in the darkroom with you?”
“I hope you do.”
She did. We relived every moment of our first time together as I processed and printed proof sheets while Beth got my trousers down and either sucked my cock or fucked it.
This time, however, we knocked off about five and headed to her home where we had a birthday dinner with her parents and sister. I was surprised that her sister didn’t have a boyfriend with her, but was even more surprised to see Adele Peterson sitting next to her.
Adele had been a model back in the summer who insisted that I not touch her, then followed me into the darkroom and proceeded to make sure I did touch her. She had been referred to me and wanted a photograph that she could use to seduce her sub into submission. I never heard how that worked out, but assumed she must have been referred to me by Jordan or Nadia. I really had a hard time envisioning her seducing Valerie. Beth’s sister just didn’t seem like the type to want someone with no balls.
The cook served stuffed pork chops for Beth’s birthday dinner and the meal was followed by coffee and cake in the lounge. That’s where I pulled out the photos and passed them around.
“What was the red stuff he put on you?” Adele asked as she looked at the proof sheet. A bolt of revelation struck me. She was looking at a black and white photo.
“You wouldn’t believe what he did,” Beth giggled, cutting off any response I might have made. “He wrapped me in cellophane and used a hair dryer to shrink it to fit. It was just like Jane Fonda in Barbarella!”
“So that’s what the hair dryer was for,” Valerie said. “I couldn’t figure it out.” Then she looked at her mother and caught her breath as enlightenment dawned on Beth.
“You! You were the audience? Oh, geez! I think I’ll move to Brazil.”
“Don’t be silly, dear. You performed for your father. Valerie and I felt left out. It was quite amazing to watch,” Nadia said. I knew Valerie and Nadia had been our audience. I hadn’t known the third was Adele. Well, I’m sure the lesbian enjoyed the show.
“Mom insisted we leave before the final scene,” Valerie said. “Is that the bedroom scene?”
“All on a bunch of fur coats,” Beth said, recovering herself. “It was very sexy.”
“Hmm. I might need to come back for another photo session,” Adele said.
“Another?” Valerie asked. Apparently, she didn’t know that Adele had posed for me before. That definitely ruled her out as Adele’s sub. “I want to have mine done,” Val continued. “It’s not fair for my little sister to have all the fun. Especially since she masqueraded as me in her first session.”
“Maybe Nadia should have a sitting,” Adele said evilly. I could just imagine that.
“No,” Jordan broke in for the first time. “There are a very few proprieties that I will insist on. Not having my wife pose for my daughter’s boyfriend is one of them. Absolutely not.”
Nadia kissed him on the cheek and the subject was dropped.
“I’m not sure her sister should have a sitting with her sister’s boyfriend either,” I said. “Too much conflict of interest.”
“Probably true,” Jordan said, “but that is between you and Beth.”
I printed several photos on Saturday. Sunday, Beth joined me and we drove back to Tenbrook. I hadn’t even printed proof sheets of all the senior photos yet.
It was fun to have all the girls in the studio Sunday afternoon, including Toni. And it was helpful since I’d barely finished Toni’s weekly picture when I had the first Senior Attic Allure photo of two that day. We’d been working since we arrived in town, so we got the microbus set for passengers and all loaded up to go to Huntertown for Sunday dinner that evening. And since Judy had helped with the photo sessions, she came along with us.
“I expected you to be busy this week with Janice’s wedding,” I said as we sat at dinner.
“Well, I won’t be around for the sittings on Tuesday,” Judy said. “We had the big party on Saturday and kind of went crazy. I’ll need to spend all day Tuesday with Janice to hold her together, but then we’ll have the wedding on New Year’s Day. After you’re done with the photos, they’ll take off for their honeymoon and I’ll be lonely and hanging out at the studio again.”
“The shower on Saturday was a blast,” Patricia said. “That’s something Tony and I never had time for. I’m so glad Janice is getting all the trimmings with her wedding.”
“Yeah. More than most girls,” Judy said. “After the shower, Pete came over. We kind of had our own little party in the bedroom.”
“The three of you?” Beth asked.
“Yeah. One more fuck for old time’s sake,” Judy sighed.
“Do I take it you won’t be a part of the happy couple’s intimate life?” I asked.
“They keep saying that I’ll always be welcome, but they’ll be together all the time and I’ll be popping in once every couple of months. That might be enough to get an itch scratched or to give Janice a break and Pete some variety, but you know how it goes. They haven’t even been living together yet and they’ve already gotten so much closer and it’s hard to just be on the outside. I don’t expect that I’ll ever really live in this area again after college. It kind of opened my eyes to a whole different world,” Judy said.
“That’s what college is supposed to do,” Ronda said. “In fact, everything after high school is supposed to make our world bigger. I’m afraid that for a lot of people it becomes a bigger circle in a smaller area. They never get out of town. They just expand their experiences with a husband and children and maybe a job. They get involved in church and in their children’s schooling. They never really grow past graduation.”
Patricia raised her hand and we all looked at her.
“That’s me,” she sighed. “I never really wanted anything that wasn’t right here. Only he’s gone now and I stay connected by his grave out there. I’ve never really traveled. I was wild and crazy in love. I made love to Tony in every possible position in every possible place we could find. And then I teased Nate unmercifully and thought that showed how sophisticated I was and what a good bunny I’d make. But now, everything is this little circle and my little girl. I got a job in town and keep Toni in a crib behind the checkout counter. I know more people by first name in this town now than I ever would have imagined. But my world hasn’t gotten any bigger.”
“You got Nate and us,” Anna said. “And we love you and Toni.”
“Yeah, and I love you. And that’s why I’ve been wondering, Nate, if you’d consider taking me on vacation, say over your spring break,” she said.
“You bet!” I said enthusiastically. “Where would you like to go?”
“I was thinking that it would be a good time for you to explore more options in Canada. And maybe some of your other girlfriends would like to go, too.”
“Fantastic! My spring break is the week before Easter. Who all can go to Canada for a week?” I asked.
“I already checked my break and it’s the week before yours,” Beth said. “Since DePaul is a Catholic school, we get Good Friday through Easter off, but not the week.”
“Oh, shoot!” Ronda said. She was looking at a calendar she carried in her purse to keep track of assignments on. “My break is three weeks before yours, the second week of March. I plan to come to Chicago for the week and just camp in your room.”
“That sounds fun, but you haven’t seen the size of his room or met his four roommates,” Anna laughed. “One night was okay. I don’t know if I could have lasted a week. On the other hand, my spring break is the same as Nate’s. Can I go with you, Patricia?”
“Oh, yes! Anna, I’d love it if you were with us,” Patricia said. “We’ll have so much fun!”
“That means I won’t be doing photos here in Tenbrook during spring break,” I said.
“It’s the high school’s spring break, too, so no one will be around for pictures if they can get out of town,” Anna said.
“That all sounds like so much fun,” Judy said. “Um… I’m not going to go off to Canada with you or anything, but could I have a date with Nate sometime toward the end of this week? I’ve only ever had sex with two guys and one of them is getting married Wednesday. It would be nice to kind of touch base with the other before I head back to St. Louis Sunday. Um… Like have him touch home base, you know?”
I looked around at my girlfriends uncertainly. I wasn’t positive they all knew I’d had sex with Judy, but I supposed it was unlikely that they didn’t know.
“Well, that does it,” Anna said. “I was wondering how we were going to handle this. You see the girlfriends are having a party at my house on Friday night and my father insists that no boys are allowed. I didn’t know where we were going to stow Nate for the night.”
“I have a home,” I said.
“Better yet, you have a portable bed in your microbus,” Patricia laughed. “I guess, though, that if you’re taking Judy out for the night, it would be unfair to saddle you with Little Miss Poopy-Diaper while we party. I’ll bet your sister would like a job that night.”
And so it was settled.
Monday, we had five sittings and Tuesday, we had four more. Three of them were with guys and I thought for a minute Judy was going to cancel our Friday date so she could go out with Bruce Drayfus. Bruce was the younger brother of Rebecca, who was the editor of the yearbook my first year in town. Judy had personally undressed Bruce and we did a western scene with a length of fence and the cloudy sky behind. Bruce dressed in boots, chaps, and a cowboy hat. That was all. Judy worked diligently to be sure his tackle didn’t show in the photo that showed his buns in full.
Then she led him to the dressing room to get him dressed again. The rest of us talked loudly at the other end of the studio so we couldn’t possibly hear what was going on in the dressing room.
The most fun was my Tuesday appointment with Amber Adams. Amber was Pete’s younger sister and would become Janice’s sister-in-law the next day. I’d photographed her as Wednesday Addams a couple years before at the Halloween party and then her whole family did an Addams Family Christmas portrait.
The Wednesday Addams who walked out of the dressing room had definitely matured. Her white-collared black dress had a plunging neckline that reminded me of her mother’s when we took the Christmas picture two years ago. She was every bit as stacked as her mother but wasn’t carrying any extra weight. The dress stopped above mid-thigh and she wore mesh hose that had a white lace cuff at the top. And high heels. No sensible little Mary Janes for this Wednesday. She was a knockout with her black hair in braids that hung down below her breasts.
She strode up to me as if she had graduated to the seductive Morticia role. My girlfriends all peeled away to give the girl room.
“I’m Amber Adams,” she said, extending her hand. I couldn’t help myself; I raised it to my lips and kissed her fingers. “Oh, that’s a good start to this session. I’ve grown up a bit since you last photographed me. I hope your photography has grown up a bit, too.” Then she leaned close to me, holding my hand tightly between us where I could feel the softness of her breasts. “My new sister-in-law told me that even though it was only Tuesday, you could make Wednesday come.”
She pulled away and we went to work setting a scene for her. I didn’t have the exact props needed for an Addams Family setting, but we improvised. She brought a doll of her own—sans head—and all the attitude we needed. We brought out the church window wire-frame that I’d used for Patricia’s ghost scene a couple of years ago. We set a table with a candle on it. Amber set a hand next to it. She’d brought Thing with her.
I used strong back-lighting against a black backdrop. The aura that was created around her was phenomenal. Using the candle as the primary apparent light source, I set a spotlight to cast shadows upward. I wondered what that would do to the appearance of her breasts. I would eventually find out.
“Now, my dear Wednesday,” I said as I guided her into the setting with one hand on the small of her back and the other holding her hand. “We want to bring out something more than simply the character in the television series. What I want to uncover as we proceed…” I placed my hand on her stomach and brushed over her breast as my other hand slid down over her rump. “…is the real Amber Adams hiding behind Wednesday. Who are you really?”
“Just a girl with a macabre sense of humor,” she said innocently.
Her smile was both innocent and threatening. I captured it. I used the first roll of film just adjusting lights and her positions, getting her used to being touched as I manipulated her around. An occasional twitch or rub against me indicated that she was accepting and participating in her own seduction.
It took me three more rolls of film before I had her undressed. I discovered the white Peter Pan collar on the dress detached, so I left it on her and slid my hand inside the dress to cup her breast as I pushed it off her shoulders. She straightened slightly, making sure that her boobs were pressed tightly into my hands.
“We want these little nipples to stand up straight now, don’t we?” I coaxed as I caressed her nubs. “Nothing worse than flat nipples in a sexy photo. Especially on such lovely breasts as yours.”
“Yes. Make them stand up straight, Nate. I knew they were sensitive, but I’ve never had a boy play with them before. Take your time. I rather like this.”
“Nice black panties,” I said. “All lacy and… my oh my, damp.” I barely let my hand caress her pussy and back up to her breast. “Now, let’s get Thing into the picture. I’m sure he’d like to caress these pretty titties.”
I managed to get her positioned in such a way that as long as she didn’t move, the hand was resting on her right breast, just at her nipple. She moaned and I took a picture, then pulled the camera off the tripod and moved in closer so that I saw just the hand on her breast and her face.
“Where was that expression of delight? Head back just a little.” I moved her chin and then reached out to tweak her other nipple slightly.
“Oh!” she moaned. I caught the picture just before Thing slid down the slope of her breast and she caught him before he reached her waist.
“That’s nice,” I said. “Thing is quite the adventurous sort, isn’t he? Of course, having such a sexy playmate brings out the best in him, doesn’t it?” I took the hand and pushed it into the waist of her panties. I had to check carefully to make sure he was securely positioned against her wet slit. “Hmm. He’s been here before, hasn’t he?” I suggested, just making things up.
“Once,” she responded, surprising me.
“Really? Just once?”
“Or twice. Maybe a few times.”
“When he’s in your panties like this, I’ll bet he twitches a little. Right here against this little nub.”
I kept jumping back to take pictures of her and then moving forward to rub Thing against her clit. I turned her slightly away from the camera. I could still see her left breast, but this time I was interested in her butt. I took a picture and then pushed her panties down to her knees. I left Thing sticking out of them. I stroked her butt and down her front to her slit. She was very wet now.
“Let’s get this picture of you being ravished by your pet hand. Not every girl has a spare hand to help her get off.” I took a couple more pictures as Amber breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling in a delightful manner.
“There’s nothing at all, though, that will replace the real thing, is there?” I whispered as I moved behind her. I pulled her back against me and played with her nipples with one hand as I quested lower with the other. Soon, she was rising to a peak as I manipulated her clit and nipples. Just before she came, I nibbled on her earlobe and she whined out her release.
“It’s true. Janice said you could make Wednesday come on Tuesday,” she said as I continued to rub her breasts and pussy. She pushed back against my stiff cock with her butt.
“No, I’m afraid she lied,” I said. “Wednesday took a break. I made Amber come. The real girl had a real orgasm.” I pinched her nipple and she came again.
She relaxed back against me and reached back to stroke my cock through my slacks.
“I think… I need… to get one of these boy-things of my own,” she rasped. “I think it would beat Thing all to pieces.”
“Enjoy your search.”
The next day, we all went to the Catholic church where Father Emory celebrated the wedding of Janice and Pete. Judy, Patricia, and Amber stood with Janice. Pete’s groomsmen were guys I recognized only as members of the basketball team Pete had been center on. I took pictures during the ceremony and then after.
Janice was a lovely bride and wore a dress designed and sewn by her best friend, Judy. It was completely strapless and I think even Father Emory had trouble keeping his eyes off the abundance of cleavage she was showing. There was no way he could send her home to cover up this time.
After the service we staged umpteen photos with the bridal party, the parents, the bride and groom, and the priest. Finally, everyone headed to the social hall next door to the church. Then just Janice, Judy, and Pete remained with me. Patricia, Amber, and the groomsmen guarded the doors to be sure we weren’t interrupted.
We set up several shots that showed the loving and intimate relationship the two girls had with Pete, including a surprise three-way kiss that I think might have been the first for them. There was also a shot in which Judy and Pete were in a kiss, but Pete’s hand was in Janice’s dress. While I watched and took the pictures, he pushed her dress down and held her bare boob in his hand as I photographed it.
We couldn’t take too long playing with this photoset. We wrapped up and headed toward the social hall for the reception. On the way, Janice pulled me to her and dragged my hand into the top of her wedding dress to caress her bare breast.
“You know, someday before too long, Judy and Pete are going to need some private time. I’m going to need something to do while I’m all by myself. I hope you’re available to soothe my aching pussy while they play.”
Well, that was one hell of a wedding.
After six more Attic Allure photos on Thursday and Friday, Judy and I went out. My girlfriends were all having a slumber party at Anna’s house. Toni was with my little sister for the night. Judy and I went into Huntertown and had dinner.
“I guess this takes me out of the running as a model from now on,” Judy sighed as we ate Mexican food at the cantina.
“Oh? What is different now?”
“Well, we did mess around before, but not in the studio and not while I was posing. But we’ve never been on a date before. I think this counts as a date and I know you never date models,” she giggled.
“Oh, dear. I suppose I’ll just have to take your picture as a friend,” I said. “I’d hate to miss catching you in any new outfits you come up with. I must say, Janice’s wedding dress was pretty spectacular.”
“Designed for easy access,” she said. “My maid of honor dress had some convenient access points, too.”
“I thought I saw Pete’s hand disappear once or twice.”
“Yeah. We had it all planned out. But what I’m wearing now is designed for easy access, too,” she said.
“I noticed when you took your jacket off that you weren’t wearing much else,” I said. She had one of the popular peasant blouses on that was so thin you could see through it. She wasn’t wearing anything under it and her nipples were flushed and stiff.
“There’s nothing under my skirt, either. Are you finished with dinner?”
“Yes, but I have an appetite to eat something else now. Shall we go?”
We drove out to the RV park. There was no water at the site, but the bathrooms were still available. We didn’t bother setting up the tent. It would be warmer if we just stayed inside the microbus with the doors closed tight. We got in the back and started serious making out. Before long, I had the peasant blouse off her and was feasting on her nipples as I moved a hand beneath the waist of the long skirt she wore. I found, as she said, she had nothing under it.
Judy had been shy and body-conscious when I met her. She’d been dreadfully embarrassed that I saw her nipple pops in her swimsuit, but then stoically said, “I’m not like going to expose myself. But there’s no sense covering up and pretending you haven’t already seen them.”
She’d progressed slowly but steadily to exposing herself, and then discovering how much she liked her nipples played with and suckled. By Halloween a year later, she was naked with my fingers in her pussy. The following spring, she wanted me to fuck her—vaginally and anally. Now we were on an actual date.
I didn’t imagine that Judy would become a girlfriend, and I don’t think she had any such inclination either. But she didn’t mind a bit when I pulled her skirt off so she was completely naked and then moved myself down to munch on her pussy.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “If you ever do this to Janice, Pete will get an education. You know, he’s never gone down on us? Oh! Lick me there. Yes!”
I had two fingers up her twat as I diddled her clit with my tongue. I moved my other hand under her and pressed my thumb against her anus. Judy went ballistic with her first of several orgasms that night. I had a couple myself and she was dripping come out of both her pussy and her ass by morning.
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