Exposure
13
Weekend Lovers
I’D JUST TAKEN RONDA home after our photo sessions on Saturday afternoon. I was exhausted, but planned to spend the night with Elizabeth. She was headed back to Chicago on Sunday to start DePaul’s winter quarter. I’d decided to take a break during Columbia’s flex term. The three-week term wasn’t required and I now had a backlog of printing that would keep me busy until I had to be back. I had all the senior yearbook photos to do and by the end of the week, I’d have orders for as many as thirty Attic Allure clients. This was a profitable venture, but also very time-consuming.
It had its benefits, though, in the number of seventeen and eighteen-year-old senior girls who had placed themselves in my hands. Quite literally. I’d had to turn half a dozen down who wanted dates. I had all the women I could want outside the studio.
Ronda and I kissed a long time, just loving each other.
“I’m so glad you’re staying in Tenbrook for a while,” she said as we cuddled together. “I have two more weeks of winter break. I want all of you I can get.”
“Anna has one more week. Patricia lives here. I think we’ll be able to squeeze out some quality time,” I said.
“Well, you need to spend quality time with Elizabeth tonight. Go on home and get ready. I love you.”
“I love you, Ronda. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I headed up the street toward home and had to pause. During the entire holiday break, Chris’s house had been dark and the car was gone. Kat had told me the family was going to Mexico for the holiday. Julie and Brian had become Kat’s closest friends and she was bummed that they’d been gone the entire holiday. Now the car was in the driveway and a lot of lights were on.
I almost parked and went to the door, but I chickened out. It was always possible that Christine wasn’t home, or wouldn’t come to the door to see me if she was. I drove on home.
My date with Elizabeth was set for dinner, so I didn’t go to the table when the family sat. I was about to leave when I took a detour into Mom’s office and picked up the phone. I didn’t give myself time to think any further. I just dialed her number.
“This is Julie,” the voice said on the other end. I didn’t identify myself.
“May I speak to Christine, please?” I said. I thought Julie caught her breath.
“Just a moment,” she said.
A minute later, Chris answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Happy birthday, Christine,” I said. “I hope you have a great day.”
“Nate! Oh, my God! You remembered my birthday! Thank you!”
I was relieved. She didn’t seem upset and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“How are you doing? Is college all you hoped for?” I asked. I hadn’t planned anything past ‘happy birthday’ when I made this call. I wanted to tell her I loved her and ask if I could come over. I restrained myself.
“It’s hard, but fun. I’ve met a lot of people and I’m doing okay in classes. How about you?”
“It’s been an exciting fall. I’ve had some pictures published in the newspaper and a lot of clients. I miss you,” I said.
“How exciting. I mean getting published. I know… I miss you, too. I can’t believe you even remembered my birthday. I haven’t treated you well.”
“Hey, you were my first kiss on New Year’s Day. My first kiss ever. You know they say that person will always be in your life,” I said.
“Thank you. Someday I hope I’ll be able to face you and be in your life. I think our sisters have something going. Maybe my brother and your sister, too. But right now, I’m doing what I need to do. It hurts sometimes, but I can’t go back to the life we were leading in high school. I’m glad you remembered my birthday. Maybe I’ll see you again this summer.”
“I’d like that.”
“Well, we’ve kind of got a little family thing going tonight, so I’ll let you go. Good luck with the next school term. ’Bye.”
“’Bye, Christine. See you later.”
The phone went dead. I wasn’t sure if she even heard me.
“Well, not to be negative, but I’ve always thought Chris was strange in a different way than the rest of us,” Beth said as we sat at dinner in Dubuque. Of course, I’d told her about my brief conversation with Christine. In a way, Elizabeth was still my ‘outsider’ viewpoint. I started to get upset and then settled back to let her have her say and not jump to conclusions.
“You think the rest of us are strange?” I prompted.
“We’re four women sharing one man. The four of us have become friends, but we aren’t romantically involved with each other. We just take our turns being with you and we get along fine. I think most of the world would consider that strange.”
“I suppose so. And it was different with Christine. She was equally involved with Ronda,” I said.
“That’s one way it’s strange. I hear of a lot more people coming out like that, though. Out East there’s a whole lesbian feminism movement. You met Adele. I take it you were surprised she was the third party at our photo session. I was, too. She makes me nervous. But she’s a lesbian feminist. She believes so strongly in women’s rights and women supporting women that she wants nothing to do with men,” Beth said.
“When I did her photos, she didn’t want me to touch her.”
“That’s the extreme. Chris seemed more like she was open to anything. Maybe vulnerable to anything. Did she ever pull away before?”
“A couple of times. I guess the first was when we first got together, she decided she shouldn’t model anymore. That’s what led to the ‘models don’t date Nate’ rule,” I said.
“Well, Judy sure managed to get past that restriction, didn’t she?”
“Oh, God, yes. But she doesn’t want to be a girlfriend. She was very specific about that this morning. She said I was her naughty excitement, not anything she was serious about. She still considers Pete her home base, but is pulling away from there, too. She says it’s a natural course of events for Janice and Pete to become closer and her further away, but I think she’s using that as a kind of excuse for her to separate herself,” I said.
“So, when else did Chris pull away?”
“Well, when Patricia and I made love, Christine broke up with me.”
“And what, exactly, did that mean? I think I’d recently become your girlfriend at that time, too, but she didn’t break up over that,” Beth said.
“It seemed that breaking up only meant we got our own class rings back. Right after we broke up, we made love,” I laughed.
“I think that’s telling. In fact, she made love with you right up until she left and said goodbye, didn’t she?”
“Yeah. That’s what made it so hard to understand.”
“Chris is an addict. She’s either hooked or she’s gone cold turkey. Please don’t think I’m just snooting her. If you had been a really perverted guy with, say, a favorite dog, she would have let the dog do whatever you said. She loved you and if you said this was what you wanted, she’d have been all in. I think that’s what made her accept Ronda. It wasn’t an initial attraction. It was you saying you’d take both of them to the dance.”
“Ronda would be crushed by that.”
“Don’t tell her. You can handle this. I don’t know if Ronda can. She’s a lot more fragile than I thought when I first met her.”
“I never thought of her as fragile. I always thought she was the strong one, holding the others together and protecting them,” I said.
“We all have hidden personalities,” Beth said. “Even me. You’re pretty good at uncovering them in the studio. I’ve been reading about famous comedians. Believe it or not, it’s part of my improv class. But a lot of these guys are really depressed and self-loathing. It makes me wonder if I do a funny act because I’m really depressed and don’t like myself.”
“I really can’t imagine that,” I said.
“Don’t worry. My professional self-analysis came back negative on that issue. I just like humor and comedy. But I can imagine. I’m going on stage for the first time with a comedy routine in April. What if they don’t like me? What if no one laughs? You’ll end up having to support my broken-down career before it even begins.”
I looked at her in horror. How could she even imagine people wouldn’t like her?
“Except,” she continued, “I wouldn’t be broken if my comedy career sputtered. I’d get a job as a medical technician and make people with broken ribs laugh when I’m taking their x-rays. It’s just who I am. But Chris? She’ll become whatever she needs to be to be accepted and loved. She saw a road with you that led to increased perversion. She got off on you going out with Kelly. She loved imagining you fuck Vicki’s ass. She figured if Ronda’s pussy was good, any pussy would be. Like Lori’s. I’ll bet if you asked around, you’d find a few others she’d licked. Chris had just enough self-awareness to realize that if she didn’t call a stop to her lifestyle right this fucking instant, she would end up in a well of depravity that horrified her.”
“Jesus Christ! Could we really have been leading her down a road of addiction? I can’t believe it!”
“Maybe I’m wrong. She referred to herself enough times as a pervert to make me think she believed it. This really could be her way to recovery.”
“Without us.”
“Us meaning you and Ronda. Honey, believe me when I say this is going to be harder on Ronda than on any of the rest of us.”
We didn’t camp out that night. We got a room in an old hotel in downtown Dubuque. Sometimes sex with Elizabeth was an athletic event. This night it was tender and loving and we didn’t sleep much. We’d make love and talk. She tried out some of the lines she was preparing for her stage debut in April. She’d have a ten-minute routine at the university theatre. I was sure it would be great.
And then we’d make love again. We’d kiss and caress, holding our naked bodies close together and then I’d just slip into her warm and welcoming pussy. She was always slick and happy to get me into her, where she’d try to keep me hard without coming for as long as possible. But eventually I’d come in her and she was always right with me.
In the morning, we got breakfast in the hotel restaurant and then made it back to Tenbrook in time to sit with the rest of our family—Ronda, Anna, Patricia, and Toni—in church while Reverend Mother Superior exhorted us to good living.
I had no Attic Allure appointments Sunday afternoon, but we all went to the studio for the weekly photos of Patricia and Toni. Kat came with us and talked Elizabeth into stripping and posing for her. About mid-afternoon, Deke showed up and Elizabeth left for Chicago.
The next three weeks were busy, marked mostly by my spending time with my girlfriends, and even more time in the darkroom. By the end of the first full week of January, orders had begun pouring in for prints. I had a before-school appointment on Thursday to take another series of photos for Sandra’s growth project. She’d turned sixteen in September.
“Good morning, Nate,” she said brightly. “I have a new inch. I wonder if you can tell where.”
She started stripping off her clothes, which I considered a good sign. She wasn’t trying to get me involved in the process any more than as a photographer. I’d been getting a little worried about how much she was asking me to do. Giving her an orgasm last time she was in was far more than I really wanted to be involved.
Who am I kidding? I loved putting my fingers in her tight little pussy and sucking on her little nipples. I loved getting down between her legs and examining her vagina, parting the curtains so I could look right inside her. That was really the problem. I wasn’t in love with Sandra and I didn’t want to get into a complicated relationship that would hurt her.
“Well, stand nice and straight and let me see if I can tell,” I said. She posed in each of her poses as I got the camera aligned and ready to shoot. “I’d have to say your bust has increased. In fact, I’m betting you have graduated out of a training bra and into an A-cup. Am I right?”
“Yes! It’s so exciting. I went to town this week and bought new bras. I don’t want to get as big as Pam is, but I like the slight increase. Do you think boys will notice me now?” she asked.
“I have no doubt they will. I would be surprised if they didn’t notice already but have been too shy to approach you,” I assured her. “Okay, let’s get into the first pose and hold it.”
She posed and I took the pictures of each of the three positions, then we moved to the fainting couch, where I’d spread a sheet for her to lie back on. She got in position and spread her legs, bringing them back to open herself up.
“I think you’ll need to spread your lips apart, Sandra. They seem pretty tightly sealed.”
“Please take one picture like that,” she said. “A girl needs to know what she looks like when she isn’t excited and lubricated.”
“That makes sense. Is something on your mind today?” I asked. I took the picture and she opened her lips, holding the dry bit of flesh out to the sides so I could take the next photo.
“Yes. I’m very nervous and I think that has affected my usual response,” she said. “It will be interesting to make notations on this experience.” I finished taking the pictures and sat back. She continued to hold herself open.
“What has you so nervous this morning?”
“I… I want you to make love to me. Please,” she said.
I sat back with my mouth wide open. No, this could not be.
“No. No, no, no. Sandra, I’ve done far more with you than I ever should have. I should never have touched your breasts the first time you offered. I should not have touched your pussy or broken your hymen or given you an orgasm. I can’t go any further with you. I simply can’t.”
“But I want that next experience,” she said.
“The evidence that you are dry and nervous and not turned on indicates that you don’t really want me to do that.”
“I know you could do something to me that would get me turned on. Maybe you could lick me and that would give me enough lubrication.”
“No. Sandra, you are focusing all your attention on your vagina. Getting turned on doesn’t start there. It starts in your head and works its way down your body from there. By the time your vagina lubricates, you are already turned on. That’s just the last symptom,” I said.
“You say symptom like being turned on is a disease,” she pouted.
“Then scratch the word. It’s just evidence that you are turned on,” I said.
“Now it’s a crime instead of a disease.”
“Sandra, you are trying to trap me in interpretations of what I’m saying that you know are not what I mean. When you are out with a boy and you are both truly turned on, you’ll find the time that’s right for you to make love. That just shouldn’t be something you try out as a scientific experiment.”
“My head says you’re right, but my heart is… You’re in college and I’m afraid I’ll never see you again.”
“We’ll just have to work on our schedule a little. I plan to return to the studio here on a regular basis this year. I will continue to record the scientific photos you want. But I won’t become your lover. You need to find a boy or a girl that you can love and who can love you.”
“I knew it was against the rules. You said no sex in the studio. And you told me I shouldn’t think of you as a boyfriend. And I… I did anyway. I think…” she sniffled and I went to get tissues from the desk. “I think I have to count this as my first broken heart. I didn’t mean to love you. You’ve just been so kind and you’ve done all the things I’ve asked and you listened to what I had to say and… And I fell in love. I think. How do you know for sure? Nate, what’s it like to fall in love and know for sure?”
“Maybe we never really know for sure.” I sat on the couch next to her and she leaned into me. I put my arms around the naked girl and tried to comfort her a little. “You know I have four girlfriends. It used to be five. I’ve had my first broken heart, too. I love all five, but there was something special with Christine that made me think of forever. We went steady for a while and when she broke up with me, it wasn’t like she was really breaking up. She was just making sure there was room for the others. But when she left for college, she said, ‘Goodbye.’ And she meant it. She meant she wasn’t coming back to me. All of my forever thoughts went up in smoke.”
“That’s so sad.”
“The thing is that being in love isn’t dependent on the other person. I thought we were both in love right up until the morning she left. But she wasn’t. Not the way I was.”
“When I said I loved you, I wasn’t thinking of forever,” Sandra said. “I was only thinking of right now. I’m sorry, Nate. I’m sorry I made things hard for you and I’m sorry you lost Christine. Do you think you’ll lose your other girlfriends, too?”
“Wow! That’s a tough thought. Ronda and I talk together two or three times a week. She made sure I had her room number in Boston, her grandmother’s number, her parents’ number, and three addresses for her. And when I see her, we can’t wait to be together.”
“That’s sweet. She’s thinking forever.”
“Yeah. You know what, though. I see Anna at least once a month, either to bring her here to Tenbrook or when she comes to Chicago. She gave me a list of numbers and addresses and wanted to make sure I didn’t want her to disappear like Christine did. You see, Anna is thinking about forever, too. And so am I.”
“What about Patricia and the baby?” she asked.
“Patricia knows I’ll be in Toni’s life as long as she’ll have me. And so, I’ll be in Patricia’s life. She chose me to be Toni’s godfather. It’s different with Patricia. I’m probably not enough of a bad boy to really satisfy her life dreams. I wish I was.”
“Yeah. You won’t even fuck a sixteen-year-old virgin when she offers herself to you. Some bad boy,” Sandra sputtered.
“Yeah. I didn’t intend to fuck Patricia, but so much for good intentions. The thing is that Patricia and Toni are attached… There’s like an umbilical cord that holds them to Tenbrook. If I move away, she’ll probably come and visit me, but I can’t convince myself she’ll move with me,” I said.
“That’s sad. But it’s about forever, isn’t it?”
“Yes. For Patricia, the only forever she knows is her love for Tony. He’s buried out there, and she’ll never leave him.”
“What about the girl in Chicago? She just went back, didn’t she?”
“Yeah. Her classes start three weeks before mine. The thing is that we don’t have as much history or life in common. I don’t know if we have a forever love or a right now love. We’re just picking our way along trying to figure things out. Now, you need to get dressed and I need to develop this roll of film before I start pinching your little titties and do something we’ll absolutely regret.”
I stood up and dragged my hand off her breast. I wasn’t sure when it had attached itself there, nor when her hand got such a firm grip on my cock. Regardless, I needed to get working.
Friday afternoon, Anna said goodbye to her parents, to Ronda, and to Patricia. She spent a few minutes just cuddling Toni and making the little girl laugh. Toni would be six months old this week. Unbelievable. Once the goodbyes had been said, Anna and I headed for Rockford.
This wasn’t just a drop-off. I booked us into a downtown hotel for two nights.
“I’m so happy that we’ll get to go on vacation in three months,” she said as we cuddled into bed together after dinner. “I just love Patricia and I’m glad we’ll get to go on a house-hunting trip with you. It’s funny, isn’t it? I can look at you being loving with Patricia or Ronda or Beth and I think how beautiful you look together and how wonderful it is that you love each other. And then we get someplace like this and are naked in bed together and I open my legs like this and you crawl between them like you are and put your wonderful cock in my pussy… Yes! Like that! And I think how beautiful this is and how wonderful it is that you love me like I love you. Oh, yes. Move in me. Let me feel you inside my body like you are inside my heart. Nate, no matter what else we have, I love you so much! Do it! Move in me. Come in me!”
With Anna directing my actions, it wasn’t difficult to follow instructions and fill her with my come. And then to hold her and to pet her and kiss her until we were ready to go again. And again.
Anna is, shall we say, the largest of my girlfriends—which does not make her large at all. At five-seven, she’s a good two inches taller than Elizabeth. She does not have the largest bustline. That goes to Beth, I think, with Ronda a close second. Or maybe it’s Patricia. Anna is sturdily built, but still has a narrow waist and beautiful round hips. And she has very sensitive nipples. She has orgasmed from having me rub her nipple with my thumb while we kissed. With all our clothes on! But when we kiss, as she says, she wants to do so much more. I never anticipated Anna to be such an enthusiastic lover.
Still, when we are working, she is all business. We can spend the entire day together, as we did a couple of times in the studio this week, and all we do is work. When we finally stop to kiss for a while at day’s end, though, her clothes fly off of their own accord and I find a juicy center waiting for my cock.
On Saturday, she took the opportunity to just show me around Rockford so I would know more about where she went to school and where she met other students to study or to get a burger. We saw a movie and then went back to the hotel for another night of loving.
Sunday morning, I kissed her at her door and left to get back to Tenbrook.
“Remember that the sixty-niner committee wants to use the studio after school next week. They’ll need everyone’s proof sheets before then and will be taking the final prints from you as soon as they’re dry. Please do your best to help them without getting too distracted by the charms of the committee,” Anna said as we parted.
I groaned. The committee comprised six of the most gorgeous girls in the senior class of ’69. They intended to do the layout for their special calendar. It would be a yearbook supplement, but it would never be taken inside the school. Since it was a 1969 calendar, they wanted to get it out before the year was too far advanced, so they were pushing to get the layout done as quickly as possible.
“I love you, Anna,” I said. She grinned at me.
“I know. I love you, too. See you soon.”
The committee wasn’t officially meeting until the next week, but this week I had a non-stop stream of seniors in to choose their photos. Sunday night, Ronda took on the responsibility of calling those who had proofs ready to review and choose prints from. Monday after school, five girls came to the studio to sit at the big table and look at their proofs and compare them with each other. I set them up and showed them how to use the loupe. The group included girls who were on the audacious side and girls who were on the conservative side.
“Nate, I need your help,” Audrey Williams called from the table. The girls were all giggling. I went over to the table and looked through the loupe at the picture she pointed to. She’d done a very nice topless pose and I’d enjoyed reviewing that proof before I set it out.
“What do you need help with?” I asked.
“Does my boob really look like that?”
I looked at her and she pulled her sweater and bra up above her breasts so I could ‘compare’ them to the photo. The girls were giggling as if they’d really cause me some embarrassment. But I’d seen her breasts before and wasn’t as discomfited as they thought I’d be.
“Well, it’s definitely your breast,” I said. “You can see this little birthmark, right here.” I caressed the little mark on her breast causing her to gulp in a lungful of air. “I think I see the difference, though. You see, your nipples were much harder when we took the photograph.” I stroked her breast and took my time coaxing her nipple to full stiffness. “See? Now that the nipple is good and stiff, it looks just like the picture. Let me get the other one up, too.” I caressed both breasts and rubbed the nipples until they were quite stiff and Audrey was panting. “They feel just like those breasts, too.” I held and squeezed her breasts for another minute before I pinched both nipples and she gasped.
“Th… thank… you,” she said. “I’d like a couple of these, including the one for the calendar, please. I like this photo so much!” I finally let go of her boobs and pulled the order form toward her, showing her where the number was on the proof sheet and holding her hand to keep it from shaking as she filled out the form. She didn’t move to cover her breasts, so I stroked them one more time before I stood to return to my desk. When I looked around, I saw that all four of the other girls had their shirts and bras pulled up so I could see their breasts.
I made appreciative noises and paused to gently caress each girl’s breast before I went back to the desk. Ronda went over to the table to look at the display.
“Can I help any of you compare your flesh to the photo?” she asked sweetly. The girls hesitated for a minute and all pulled their bras and shirts into place.
We continued with five or six a day to look at photos and, of course, several of them were guys. It seemed like the mixed groups were more blatant about their displays than the groups that were all girls. The guys did a lot of the testing and feeling of the girls’ boobs, but I got my hands on several.
“That was a fun week,” Ronda said as I drove her to Chicago on Friday.
“I think you were a big help to some of those girls,” I said. “Did we actually see every pair of boobs that came through the door this week?”
“We sure did. And a couple of cocks—not that I was interested in those.”
“I did have to remind them that the ‘no sex in the studio’ rule applied to everyone. A few were looking desperately for someplace to go when they left,” I said.
“I liked helping some of the shyer girls who didn’t want a boy to touch them, but still wanted to have the experience,” she said. “That little Lily’s boobs were just too sweet to pass up.”
“I noticed you shared the experience with her.”
“Well, I do miss a girl’s touch sometimes. You know what, though? I’m happiest when you are touching me and loving me.”
“The hotel we’re going to isn’t necessarily the top end, but it has a pool and it’s convenient to the airport. I’m just hoping you weren’t looking forward to a downtown experience,” I said.
“The only experience I want is of you, lover. Just treat me like I’m the only person in the world for a while. I’ll cherish that feeling for the next few months.”
“You’ll come to Chicago for your spring break?”
“My parents think I’m going to Florida. I don’t plan to tell them I’m in Illinois,” she giggled.
And our time together was wonderful. I did treat her like the only girl in the world. It was easy to do. What I realized in taking each of my girlfriends away to a hotel for a few days was that I loved each of them desperately. To lose any one of them would be as devastating as losing Christine.
The committee arrived before the girls and two boys who were coming to review their proof sheets. I was working alone in the studio because Patricia was the only girlfriend I had left in town and she was working in the store downstairs. I was trying to track orders, take money, and lend a ‘helping hand’ when wanted.
The six girls on the committee, including Lisa Anderson, the yearbook editor, were among the most beautiful in the senior class. It was interesting that they were the ones assembling this racy calendar. It was even more interesting that as soon as they got to the studio, they stripped. Not just topless, but completely.
“Have my boobs changed enough that you think I need a retake of my sexy photo?” Lisa asked standing within an inch of me. I’d taken her Attic Allure photo before school started in the fall. I ran my hands up her sides and over her boobs. She hummed contentedly.
“Lisa, we could always take new pictures if you want, but the current one captured a fresh innocence that I think you lack now,” I said.
“That’s probably because yours aren’t the only hands that have ever touched my breasts now. I still like them, though.”
“I like touching them as well. You have work to do, right?”
“Yeah. But you can stop over and refresh the feeling any time.”
When the girls and guys who were reviewing photos got to the studio and saw the committee, they all stripped as well. I had to remind a few people that there was no fucking in the studio. Nonetheless, I didn’t have enough chairs for everyone, so there were people sitting on other people’s laps and I wasn’t sure how intimately they were connected. I had about half the pictures for the calendar printed and was disappearing into the darkroom regularly to get another one ready.
It was seven o’clock before the studio cleared out and I was ready to go home for some leftover dinner. That’s when I noticed Joanie Williams still sitting at the table. I went over and put a hand on her bare shoulder. She looked up at me and leaned back so I could fully see her breasts.
“Do you have more you need to do here, Joanie?” I asked.
“I just didn’t feel I got enough contact with you during the afternoon,” she whispered. “Could I have some more contact with you?”
“Joanie, you know I’d be delighted to touch you, but aren’t you and Jon going together?” I asked.
“Oh, you missed the big breakup this fall. Nothing serious, we’re still friends. But he and Lisa are going together now. And I think sometimes Vicki. I haven’t tried to figure out how that works. I’m free to be touched. By you.”
“Let’s go sit in the armchair where it’s comfortable,” I suggested. I led the naked girl to the comfy chair we’d added for Patricia and Toni. I sat and pulled Joanie into my lap. She folded against me and zeroed in for a long intense kiss as I petted her.
“I know there’s no sex in the studio,” she said. “But I don’t think that means you can’t touch me anyplace you’d like. And, you know, if I happened to come, I’d make sure you do, too.”
We went back to kissing and I explored her body with my fingers, finding her obviously aroused. She lay back in my arms and spread her legs to give me open access to her hot center, as I bent my head to lick and suck her nipples. Joanie had an active pelvis, thrusting up to meet my fingers as I fucked her with them. She sucked in a lungful of air and held her breath as she went stiff with an orgasm and then collapsed against me.
“That was so good. Did you like touching me and finger fucking me?”
“Yes, I did. You’re very sexy, Joanie.”
“Thank you. I’ve caught my breath now. Let me give a little to the guy who has given girls so much today.”
She slid off my lap to the floor and opened my belt and zipper, pulling my pants down to expose my rock-hard dick.
“Oh, God! You’re nice and fat. Are you sure we can’t fuck in the studio? My pussy is tingling from looking at it.”
“Rules,” I gasped.
“Right. Well, let me just take the pressure off then.”
And that commenced the longest and most sensuous blowjob I’d ever had. Joanie had a talent for bringing me to the edge and then backing off before I could come. Repeatedly. She licked and sucked, nibbled along the length with her lips, and even took my balls in her mouth. When she finally started earnestly bobbing on my cock, I was too far gone to even warn her of the flood that shot into her mouth. Joanie sucked it all down kept sucking and licking until I finally flagged.
She climbed back up in my lap and I kissed her as she wiggled her butt against my half-hard cock. We were both panting when we finished that kiss and my cock was more than half-hard.
“I’d better stop before this beautiful cock finds its way into my pussy and we break the rules,” she said. “You know why Jon and I broke up? He wouldn’t kiss me after I sucked him off. Don’t you think that blowjob was worth a kiss?”
“That was absolutely incredible, Joanie. We’d better both get dressed, though, before I forget all about the rules.”
“Yeah. Maybe one day we’ll meet in a place that has different rules.”
That was promising.
Thursday evening, after I’d been exhausted by the committee and the last of the selection reviews, I drove over to Patricia’s house. We both kissed Little Toni and got in the microbus to head for Dubuque. Elise and Tor were watching the baby for the weekend.
Patricia cuddled up next to me and promptly fell asleep.
“Are you getting enough rest, love?” I asked when we had checked into the hotel.
“Oh, no. Not nearly enough. I wanted the nap on the way up here so I’d at least be awake enough to make love once tonight before I fall asleep again,” she laughed.
“Baby, if you need more sleep, let me just hold you while you catch up a little.”
“I’m supposed to be a sexy Playboy bunny. I shouldn’t just go to sleep on my boyfriend,” she sighed.
I carefully undressed her and took her to the shower. I bathed her and shampooed her, then wrapped her in a towel to lead her to bed.
“Now, I want you to cuddle up here and lay your head on my shoulder. Just forget all your worries and cares and sleep in my arms,” I whispered. She was asleep almost before I finished speaking.
“It’s not like I don’t have any help,” Patricia said at breakfast. She’d awakened in an amorous mood and we made love until our growling stomachs dictated that we find breakfast. “Mom and Ellie are both great. I can’t imagine how your sister handled it. With a two-year-old, yet!”
“Well, John just got home and he’s decided to retire from the army. I guess that’s only a halfway thing. He’s been in for four years and has to serve another four in the reserves. At least he should be safe from having to go back. But she did have help. And it wouldn’t surprise me if they start another baby right away,” I laughed.
“I’m so glad they can do that,” Patricia whispered. She didn’t bear ill will toward my sister and her husband, but Tony had given his life, saving John’s.
“It wouldn’t surprise me if I have a little nephew or niece by next Christmas named Tony. I’m so sorry, Patricia. I don’t know what else to say.”
“There isn’t anything to say,” she said, sniffing back her tears. “Most of the time, I’m okay now. It’s hard in the middle of the night when I’m up with Little Toni and pacing the floor trying to get her to go back to sleep. I get a little maudlin. I tell her how good a man her father was and sometimes I cry a little. And sometimes I tell her what a good man her godfather is and that I miss him, too. We dance a little and I tell her that when Uncle Nate comes to visit, he’ll dance with her all night long.”
“Maybe we should go back to Tenbrook,” I laughed. “I think I’m shirking my duty.”
“No, lover. Right now, I’m your duty. I hate to be that way, but I miss you when you’re gone. I’m working full time in the store now, but after work, I still go up to the studio. Sometimes, Toni and I have dinner there. A couple of times, we’ve fallen asleep upstairs and not woken up until morning. Mrs. Barkley says she understands and not to worry about it. But it all seems so empty without you and the girls running around naked and giggling.”
“The past couple of weeks, there have been more naked girls running around up there than I could count. And a few naked guys. I always have to check to be sure everyone is gone when I lock up for the night,” I said.
“They just want to show their appreciation for all you’ve helped them do.”
“I think what they are showing goes a little beyond appreciation,” I laughed.
“Who was most recent?”
“Ah. That would be Brenda Bell.”
“I remember her. With the cat ears.”
“And the very soft pettable pussy.”
“She wanted a replay?”
“Oh yes. I have never met a woman who could become as boneless as a cat when she cuddles up to you. And she yowls like one, too.”
“Oh, my. Am I not the only girl to have sex in the studio now?”
“I managed to keep the letter of the law and she left after about two hours, still technically a virgin.”
“Technically?” Patricia laughed.
“That pussy proved to be as lickable as it was pettable. And she definitely cleaned me with her tongue.”
“I’ll bet that cat is on the prowl now,” Patricia said.
“She reminded me a lot of Libby. I haven’t heard anything about what she’s doing these days.”
“She went to the University of Minnesota to study Aerospace Engineering and Mechanics,” Patricia said. “I knew the girl had a brain; she was just so quiet about it that no one ever saw it.”
“Well, she was our salutatorian. I guess that’s pretty cool. She’s going to be a rocket scientist!”
“I doubt that she’ll trap a guy for a year or two, but it would surprise me if she didn’t sample a couple.”
“It goes to show, doesn’t it? We really don’t know much about people when we’re in high school. Even our classmates. It’s cool when people like Janice and Pete get married, but you have to wonder how much of life they are cutting off by choosing to freeze themselves at this moment in time. As an architectural draftsman, I doubt that Pete will find work here in Tenbrook, so they’ll have to move to a bigger city. I’ll bet they don’t go farther than Dubuque, though. We’ll come back to Tenbrook for our twenty-year reunion and people will be continuing conversations they had the night before in the bowling alley.”
“I wonder if that is what would have happened to Tony and me,” she said. “Would we have just stayed here in Tenbrook? Would his father have built us a house on an acre he bought from Mr. Packard? You know, it’s tempting. I could just vegetate here and not go anywhere else. Once I catch up on my sleep, I’ll start packing the pounds on. I’ll weigh 185 when I take Toni to her first day of kindergarten and wonder why no one likes me.”
“Do you really think that will happen?” I asked gently.
“No. We have you in our lives. You’re going to take me to Canada to scope things out. If you decide to live in Chicago, Toni and I will move there. We don’t have to live with you, but she needs to be near the man who stepped up when her father died. I sometimes wonder if I hadn’t met Tony… I wonder if I’d have met you and fallen in love like I am now? I’ll tell you this, I wouldn’t be as stupid as Christine.”
“She had good reasons,” I whispered.
“I’m sure. I had to really do some soul-searching this fall. I’m afraid I haven’t listened to much of your mother’s sermons. When I go into the church, I get lost in my own meditation and self-examination,” she said.
“I’m sure Reverend Mother Superior would approve of that,” I laughed.
“That’s one of the reasons I love your parents so much and I try to include them like Toni’s grandparents. Because I’m in love with their son. I know it’s different with you than it was with Tony. I’m not your one and only. And I don’t care. I love Ronda and Anna. And I think Elizabeth. I wish I knew her better. But it doesn’t make a difference. I’m not going to run away from you, or the other girls. Tell me you love me one more time, and I’m yours forever.”
“I love you.”
I got Patricia back to Tenbrook in time to get Toni ready for church. We were a regular little family with the three of us sitting together. I even took Toni up to sit on the steps with me as Mom told her children’s story. I thought for a minute Mom would cry.
We had lunch with Mom and Dad and Kat, then I took Patricia and Toni to the studio for their weekly photos. When I finally got to the microbus and was ready to leave for Chicago, I realized I was more in love with Patricia than I’d imagined possible. And she loved me.
Spring semester started Monday morning and I was deep into the process again. My schedule wasn’t much different than first semester, but I’d missed two fundamentals courses because they were full when I registered for the fall semester. Rather than make me just wait, I’d been allowed to register for Photojournalism and Photo Lab, mostly because of my experience.
Foundation Studio was focused on problem solving for art and design. I thought some of it would be kind of review, but I hadn’t gotten much art education in high school. I was looking forward to this. Photographic Practices was the fundamental photography course. I looked at the syllabus and felt that I was already advanced beyond this course photographically, but a lot of what I did in the studio, I did by instinct. This course would actually give me a vocabulary for communicating aesthetics and photographic forms—like having learned the proper names to refer to color filters. Cool.
It didn’t take long to feel swamped. I’d been off for a month from the studio and I had a backlog of clients wanting new photos. I was surprised at the number of repeat clients who wanted updates to portfolios, or just a new creative picture.
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